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This brief tale follows on from Jessica Alba's Paying with Pussy story, so I suggest you read that first, right here at Literotica!
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Jessica Alba was sat at her desk, working busily at her computer. It had been another long, tiring day of meetings, emails and working on business strategy to continue to excel The Honest Company to success. Since her business dealing, the venture had accelerated from strength to strength and grown hugely, supported by her dedication and that of her team, and the millions of dollars provided by Mr Russell.
Mr Russell, her financial backer, the one who had poured so much into her company and placed so much trust in her, and in return wanted her body. It was a hard deal she'd readily accepted and played her part in, and the result was her fledgling business soaring to heights she'd never dared dream of. Ten years had gone by so fast and her company had become a huge success, and the countdown to her payment had trickled away. She'd done her part and shot the movie he wanted, with a huge amount of energy and effort that she hoped would please him.
It had, and he'd personally congratulated her after the fact with more of the very expensive champagne he lavished on her. Her anxiety had been misplaced and in the weeks that followed she heard nothing of the video, no leaks or scandalous stories breaking, and those weeks hard turned to months as she'd relaxed, confident in the privacy that had been promised to her. She'd actually had some more acting offers, which could be coincidental but also could be as a result of certain Hollywood producers seeing that video she'd made.
She'd never know, the privacy of it all clearly extended to them and she was hardly going to bring it up. Either way it didn't matter and all she wanted to do was focus on the success going forwards in the wake of it months earlier. But right now she was frazzled, burnt out by another busy day of dealing with people and suppliers, all that strive and struggle telling as she sighed and sat back from the screen, leaning into her leather chair as she pulled her glasses off and wiped her eyes tiredly.
Jessica glanced at the clock; it was past eleven and she'd been at it for hours, but she knew there were things she needed to wrap up before she called it a night. Still, she needed a break and another cup of coffee wasn't going to help. She felt restless, wound up, unable to quite sit still. Thinking for a moment, she knew exactly what she needed and it wasn't a hot drink. No, she needed to relieve her frustrations far more directly, and after all why shouldn't she? Alone in her home office, completely private where nobody would know.
Standing, she reached down for her tight pencil skirt and ran her hands over the fabric. She was wearing a tight black pinstripe business suit, something to show off her phenomenal body and figure earlier on when she'd been holding meetings. There was no way she'd be able reach up the skirt so she grabbed the zip at the side and pulled it down, releasing the clinging hold it had around her hips. She dropped it to her knees, position keeping it from falling all the way to the floor as she slipped the black satin panties after it, nothing too racy but she loved how they felt against her and she wanted to feel sexy that day.
The foxy underwear matched the suit, and also how she was completely smooth, waxed completely as she had been when she'd filmed the video, demanded by the contract. Her dark landing strip had been removed to leave her utterly smooth and strokably soft and ever since she'd decided to keep herself bare, finding it sexy and somehow more fitting in the wake of all that. The satin panties peeled away from her toned ass and joined the skirt around her knees, leaving her exposed as she dropped back into the leather chair.
Her bare ass felt different on the leather chair, not cold from her hours of sitting there working, but naughty, like she shouldn't be doing it. And she supposed she shouldn't, she was meant to be working but hell it was her company and time, she could do what she wanted. It wasn't like she was logging a time sheet with somebody. Her hand slid over her thigh and straight onto her smooth, puffy lips, already turned on and ready for it, her touch easily finding exactly what she wanted as her fingers brushed over her clit.
She gasped then sighed as she paused, then continued her ministrations, pressing a little more gently as she worked her digits into her clit through the soft hood to circle herself. Jessica leaned back in the chair and relaxed as she got to work, feeling the sensual satisfaction of her efforts tingling through her. She murmured comfortably as she got into it, driving her finger a little firmer, pointing it more to stimulate herself more intently as she masturbated. She spread her legs a little more, pulling her ankles together to allow it as her knees fought the skirt and panties tangled around her legs.