High atop a giant Hong Kong Shanghai Banking Corporation (HSBC) tower in Berlin, balding middle-aged senior executive Rodney Thorpe frowned at his flatscreen display panel, disappointed by the performance of derivatives he had been trading in. As a discretionary advisor, he managed several accounts of people who trusted his investment acumen and instinct, and he did not have a record of disappointing his clients. After researching his real-time Reuters news feed, he decided to hold his position. As he returned to market research, he received a call from his receptionist as one of his clientele's representatives had arrived, so he asked the receptionist to let the representative in.
When he saw the double doors to his office open, his jaw dropped open in shock. A beautiful English woman with long straight blonde hair wearing a buttoned-up silk white blouse and a short black office miniskirt strolled in, her black heels clicking the marble floor as her hips swayed. He eyed her up and down, admiring her lean and fit figure, but especially her sexy long, lean, and fit legs that seemed to reflect the sunlight. He slowly stood up from his desk, deliberately not standing up to hide the erection that had quickly formed in his trousers.
"Good morning. I'm Rodney," he said with nervousness in his English accent, offering his hand.
The woman grasped his hand firmly to give it a proper shake.
"The name is Blonde. James Blonde," she replied with a strong northern English accent.
Rodney quickly sat down to hide his erection.
Blonde sat on the desk edge nearest him and crossed her legs sexily in front of him; by the look on Rodney's face, she knew he had a good few moments to see the crotch of her pink lace panties. She placed one heel into his groin and toyed with the erection tenting up his pants. With her hands, she placed her purse onto the visitor's chair.
