Layla was in her last semester of college and working hard at getting done with her business degree. She knew she had to pick an office to do her internship but was becoming increasingly lazy at the prospects of actually scouting offices. Since her husband left three months prior for a job 1,000 miles away in New Jersey, Layla was increasing lonely and increasingly horny. She has managed to stay faithful to her husband but was definitely wearing out batteries quickly on her vibrator.
Layla pulled the list of possible offices to work at. She called one and went for an interview. She made sure her skin was perfectly bronzed and smooth. Her shoulder length auburn hair hung losely on her back and smelled of flowers. She tinted her lips pink with sticky lip gloss for a barely sexy feel and went to meet the owner. Mr. Price seemed nice. He was a good family man with a successful business. It was exactly the kind of experience Layla wanted. It was a far drive from her apartment, but she knew she would make the best of the time she had to spend there.
On her first day in the office, she was training with the front desk assistant, Tami. Tami was kind but a bit rough around the edges. Layla chalked this up to shyness and learned what she could about the printing business. She wasn't interested in printing, but had learned that Mr. Price owned four offices. Layla was hungry for success. Mr. Price could teach her how to get there.
As Layla was walking down the long corridor to her office, she ran into a man she had not met before. He was tall. Very tall. And handsome. When she looked up to meet his eyes, she couldn't help but stare at his beauty. Layla quickly darted a half smile at this tall muscular man and attempted to walk by him, but he stopped and introduced himself to her.
"Hi, I'm Mr. Carrick. I'm Mr. Price's business partner."
Layla stammered a quick "hello" and "nice to meet you." She automatically felt her temperature rise and began to feel her panties become wet with desire.
Layla was stunned. She didn't know Mr. Price co-owned the company. She was even more stunned at his beauty. Mr. Carrick was olive complected with piercing green eyes and had a smile that could melt an iceberg. All that afternoon, Layla caught herself day dreaming about Mr. Carrick's uncharacteristic beauty and how she immediately knew what she would masturbate to that night.
Over the next few days, Layla primped herself more than anyone should for work. She wore makeup that she would only wear when she was going out for a night on the town. Layla wanted to get fucked and hard by Mr. Carrick. Each morning she went to work, she was disappointed to see Mr. Carrick not around. She casually asked Tami what Mr. Carrick did for the business acting as if she was interested in his job, but really she was taking mental notes on his whereabouts. Tami relayed that Mr. Carrick was the brains behind the operation. He played the numbers game for the offices and rarely showed up. He worked in one of the other offices most of the days but would come to their office once a week for a meeting. Layla was saddened by his lack of appearances, but knew that once a week would be better than not seeing his beautiful face at all.
Before leaving the office that evening, Tami stopped Layla and told her that they were having an office party at the end of the week to celebrate meeting their quarterly stats. Layla agreed to join assuming that Mr. Carrick would be there.
When Friday rolled around, Layla wore a skin tight grey pencil skirt and a white button down blouse that perfectly accented her large breasts. She had amazingly toned legs from years of running and put them on display with a pair of black four inch pumps. Layla was hoping to make an impression on Mr. Carrick.
After business hours ended, Tami locked the doors and turned up the dance music. Wine and beer were flowing freely and everyone was in attendance from all the offices, including Mr. Carrick. Layla quickly decided that she would start a casual conversation with him to see if she could find out anything at all about him, especially his availability.
After a couple of drinks, Layla conjured up the courage to talk to Mr. Carrick. He was devastatingly easy to talk to. He was brilliant and handsome. Layla had to have him! She had to pinch herself over and over again to stop day dreaming about throwing him on the floor and ripping off his clothes. She imagined he had a huge cock to fit his large frame. It was all she could hope for.
As the minutes and conversation passed, Mr. Carrick mentioned that he had a few kids at home. With this, Layla assumed he was married and decided to back off. Layla wasn't happy in her own marriage, but wouldn't put anyone else's marriage in jeopardy.
When the party was winding down, Mr. Carrick asked Layla to help him wash some of the glasses in the break room. She quickly agreed. Any moment alone with him would add to her fantasies later on that night. As she washed a wine glass in the sink, Mr. Carrick sidled up close to her side. He leaned over and gently smelled Layla's hair. She froze. She felt her body stiffen with desire and her hands tighten around the wine glass. Having him that close to her was more than she could have wished for.
