Virginia was solid. She was solid in her mind, her emotions, her thinking, and her attitude. So when she walked through the office at noon with its industrial strength red plaid carpet past boxed in grey cubicles and down to the lunch room everyone stopped and stared. She was watched by men who found her curvaceous body tantalizing as she strutted in stiletto heels, pencil line skirts that hugged her hips, and blouses that hinted of full breasts clinging to lace brassieres underneath. Her hair was long, golden and just enough wave that seemed to simulate the lines of her body and when brushed to the side, she brought to mind the sultriness of Veronica Lake reappearing in the twenty first century. Her eyes were dark with makeup applied meticulously accentuating her features and her lips were lusciously painted in deep pink hues. She smelled of perfume that was light, slightly heady, and sensual. Men adored her and women wanted to be like her.
She defined herself well with her confidence and appeal and challenged anyone to meet her standards, but few did and wisely so. One day the last empty desk on the cubicle side was filled by a young man with black wavy hair, deep blue purple eyes, and a devilish smile. He defined his professionalism with fitted trousers that hinted at a well-endowed member and designer shirts that covered his frame as if molded to his body. All the young women in and out of the office swooned as he walked by, but he never seemed to notice until Virginia, in her daily routine, passed by him and he nearly fell out of his chair stunned by what he saw. She didn't seem to notice, but Derek had all he could do not to drool on himself in lust for her.
In the following weeks, Derek found out all he could about the woman whom they called "The Goddess" that seemed to reign supreme over the office. He discovered she was single, lived alone, drove a silver grey Porsche, and as far as anyone knew, there was no boyfriend. It was perfect scenario for Derek to apply his skills at flirting in the attempt of scoring a date with her and many attempts were made. Yet, Virginia would just smile at the young man who was a few years her junior and make an excuse that she was too busy to meet him for drinks or a date. It didn't deter Derek who loved a good challenge and continued in his pursuit of the Venus that ruled the office. One day perhaps in a moment of weakness or she was becoming bored with his relentless attempts, she conceded to see him at her apartment that night. Derek was thrilled.
When the evening came and Derek had found her apartment in an upscale neighborhood with sky high buildings that shouted of wealth and prosperity, he felt an anxiousness in the pit of his stomach that told him that he just might be out of his league. He entered the apartment building, pushed the elevator button to the tenth floor and let his mind wander as he rose. The door opened and Derek stepped out onto lush brown carpet, beige and white walls, and fresh flowers that sat in vases on small end tables at either end of the hall. He took deep breath as he walked down the hall and found the apt marked "210" in white enamel with black lettering encased in a gold frame. He licked his lips as he pressed the doorbell with his thumb and a low chime was heard inside.
Virginia opened the door in a low cut red dress that hugged her body with a slit on the side that was only a few inches away from exposing her hip. Her hair was coiffured perfectly about her head and her heels were black patent leather and spiked. She oozed sensuality and sexiness and she knew it. Stepping through the threshold of the apartment, Derek felt as if he was entering unchartered territory as the bulge in his pants began to grow in anticipation of what he might discover that lay underneath that designer red dress.
"Care for a drink?" Virginia asked casually heading towards the living room where the bar was tucked away in the corner just beyond the white leather sofa and brick fireplace.
"Sure," Derek said though he drank virtually nothing but beer.
"What will it be?" she said as smoothly as a fine brandy.
"You choose," Derek finally mustered.
"Well," she said eying him carefully, "I do have Heineken in the fridge."
"That would be great," Derek smiled with the sudden knowledge that perhaps Virginia knew him better than he had thought.
A few moments later while sitting on the sofa Derek was drinking his beer in a glass while Virginia sipped a gin and tonic. The conversation was light, polite, and a little too formal for Virginia's liking.
"So what do you have that you think I might want?" she asked looking him squarely in the eyes.
Derek almost choked on his beer.
"Oh Derek, don't think I'm a fool," Virginia asked. "I know why you are here. You're looking to score a notch on your bed post and have bragging rights in the office as being the man who conquered Virginia."
"Why no," Derek fumbled with his words.
"Don't be silly," Virginia added. "Let's be honest."
Derek licked his lips. This was more than he anticipated from a woman even from the goddess Virginia.
"Well I had thought," he began.
She put her finger to his lips, "Don't think because I'm going to think for you."
Derek felt the bulge in his pants press against the zipper begging to be released.
"How so?" he whispered.
Virginia put down her drink on the coffee table and stood in front of Derek with a slight grin on her face.
"Pull down your pants and show me what you have," she ordered.
"What I have?" he asked his voice cracking.
"I want to see your cock silly boy," she smiled. "Now pull down your pants and show me."
Derek unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and slid down his underwear showing a thick long cock that was semi hard. Virginia looked at it as if she were buying fruit in a store inspecting it for quality and firmness. She leaned over, picked up Derek's cock and felt it twitch beneath her fingers. She gently fondled it in her hand before letting it rest on Derek's thigh.
"It's not hard enough," she said standing up again.
"Well. I mean. I just got here... and," Derek stumbled on his words.
