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shoes waiting to ‘prove herself ’.
This time, she was going in guns blazing. Short skirt, high heels and lipstick
proved she was a woman willing to do anything to get what she wanted –
and they had better be ready.
             She
was going to sleep her way to the top. No matter who she had to fuck, she was prepared to do anything. She was beautiful, young, and
ready to do what her boss asked – she would be irresistible, employable
and an office favourite . She eyed up the competition
in the waiting room and allowed a small smile.
             Piece of cake , she thought.
             “Jennifer
Cox?” a handsome face appeared at the door. “I’m Mark; would you like to come
in?”
             “Of
course,” she answered, rising gracefully. She smoothed back her long red hair
and followed the mousy-brown, slender man into the room. It has just a single
desk and a chair before and behind it.
             Perfect , she thought.
             “Can
I get you anything?” Mark went behind the desk and ticked Jenny’s name off a
list. He took his glasses off and straightened a piece of paper. Obviously a
perfectionist boss, but maybe there was something lurking under that smart suit?
             “No,”
she replied, “but you can have this…” and without any further discussion, she
stood, unclipped her blouse and skirt and let them fall to the floor. She was
without any underwear – completely and utterly naked and in front of a
stranger, too. She didn’t care.
             Mark’s
eyes nearly popped out of his head as he took in her shapely breasts, thighs
and legs, still promoted by their high heels. She turned slowly on the spot,
like a model, allowing the suited man to observe her body – her readiness
and the lack in inhibition she had. She needed him to know she was fuckable and employable.
             “What
are you waiting for… sir?” she put her head on one side and locked the door
behind her, lowering the blind over the frosted glass.
             Mark
shook his head slightly and removed his jacket disbelievingly. Jenny gloated
with her eyes at her tall, handsome man who gave a sideways smile and slowly
stripped in front of her. It was a delicious strip-tease in response to her sudden nakedness, and Jenny watched, biting her lower lip.
    Off
went the suit – jacket and then trousers, with tie and shirt still on.
Mark folded his clothes neatly and put them onto the floor as if preparing for
an examination. His handmade shoes were pushed off – the laces still tied
- and Jenny resisted the urge to help him undress. The moment of awkwardness,
the calm before the storm was hers to enjoy completely. The heating had clicked
off, and in response, Jenny’s nipples jutted out to attention. She allowed
herself a smile as she caught sight of the straining bulge in Mark’s boxer
shorts be suddenly released. The glowing pink head of his prick seemed to reach
for her, and she longed to lick its salty sweetness. She sat on the leather
office chair, feeling the cool touch against her skin, and parted her legs
slightly, seductively. Mark stared at the tiny glimpse of her sex and his prick
seemed to grow even larger.
             “Are
you alright on that little chair?” Mark asked, gripping his prick in one hand
and staring at Jenny’s supple and soft naked body. She grinned and spread her
legs apart. Mark made a small noise before getting down on his knees.
             “I
want to fucking lick you out, you gorgeous thing,” he moaned before giving her
labia a flat-tongued, full lick that made Jenny purse her mouth and gasp at the
unexpected fullness of the contact. Mark’s clever tongue poked in and out,
experimentally, of her wet sex, making electric pleasure spike up her clitoris
and towards her very soul. She was amazed that this stranger was arousing such
feelings in her. She just wanted a job in exchange for a fuck, and this