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Life has many ups and downs. Consider mine, recently I've become very successful in my career, but my marriage fell apart. My latest promotion was to CIO for a large insurance company and this gives me great benefits and a lifestyle that I very much enjoy.
I'm not a shopper, but do love fine things and love to look sexy, because I find it very flattering when others look at me. My first husband really hated it when other men would look at me, so I started to hide my features and dress down. Now, I'm more confident and love to show off what god gave me.
I've been blessed with very long legs that my ex-husband was very jealous of. We started dating around my nineteenth birthday and I was not really aware of how attractive I was. Well, not of my body at least. I'm about five-feet-eight and working hard to grow my hair out just past my shoulders. By next Christmas, I'm hoping to have my hair midway down my back. Oh, how I love to have it colored with a sexy red hue! My second best feature would have to be my breasts. Even though I'm small framed, I'm packing!
We all know how popular the Internet has become and what men do with the internet. Our company created some strict policies and we even installed some software called "Big Brother". We used this program to monitor what employees were using the Internet for. What caught me off guard was the fact that we told employees to not look at porn, as we were watching them and if caught, they'd be fired. Well, we had to terminate ten employees.
It was this policy that led me to John.
John had been with the company for five years. He was respected and promoted by the board. They had great plans for him, as John was the new golden child. Since "Big Brother" was a sensitive software program, I was the only authorized user. At first, I was at a loss for what to do with John. He was a very naughty boy. So, my first decision was to find out what he was looking at and what caught his interest.
I still remember the big day. I wore a new suit from Jones of New York, designer sheer black pantyhose, and these amazing new pumps. All day long, I was in a panic about what the freak do I do?
Then, like a cat, I slipped into his rather sparse office and closed the door behind me. He looked confused, to say the least, as I locked his office door. Looking around, the only thing he had in his office was the basic desk and a credenza by the large window that looked over the marina. His office was rather cold and could be a great closet if not for the amazing view.
"John, how are you today?" I walked over to him, on his side of the desk, and leaned against it.
"I'm great." John started to check me out. "What can I do for you today, Pam?"
"Well, John, we have a little problem. You see, you've been a very naughty boy." My comment seemed to capture his interest, as he looked up at me. John, for the most part, tends to ignore me. I think he's afraid of powerful women. He's from the old school of business and feels that women can only perform in bed and not in a boardroom.
"Oh, I can be a very bad boy, but can you be a little more specific?" John's eyes focused back on his paperwork, with a smirk on his face.
