Preity:
I held the folder in my arms a little more tightly and smoothed down my dress for the 10th time. Yes, I was nervous.
Having this appointment with the big boss was like a mix of a hot date, a big presentation and an important job interview all rolled into one. The difference was that in this date-slash-presentation-slash-interview I was going to get nailed. I knew that already and had to be ready for it.
My attire was carefully selected for this purpose. I had kept it simple so that boss could fuck me in it, or I could strip quickly. My dress was a skin-tight yellow tube dress that fit me like a second skin. It was low so that the top part of my boobs was exposed. My boobs are not the biggest in the company but they are quite nice for my build. They are big and heavy enough to sag under their own weight. This dress pushed the up, no bra needed, and squeezed them so they looked soft and hot. My nipples were covered but most of the flesh above them was available in a mouth-watering display for anyone to admire.
There was a black strap that tied between my boobs, just below them. Below the strap there was a big cut out, showing my midriff skin and my navel. The skirt part squeezed my buttocks tight like the top was doing to my tits. It covered my pussy but in the back it was stopping just 2 inches below the curve of my sexy ass. So, just barely covering my ass if I stayed still. There was a cutout on the back as well which bared most of my spine and one inch of my ass crack.
Because of that cut-out you could be sure that I was not wearing any panties. None of us were allowed panties anyway, but the dress made it clear that my pussy was unprotected which was hot in a very vulnerable kind of way. My shoes were 8 inch high black stilettos that I had recently bought after I found out how much boss liked stripper heels on his bitches. They had a 4 inch platform and they were murder on the feet to walk. There was a wide clear plastic strap across the instep and a peep toe bottom, but in effect the whole foot was visible as I walked in them.
I had kept my hair loose, I have dark hair but I like to keep them dyed red. The last weekend I had had them dyed fresh in a copper shade and got the hair stylist to put in very subtle light highlights. I had been getting a lot of compliments on them. But here the idea was to leave it loose for boss to grasp and pull which, frankly, I like a lot.
For jewellery, I was wearing a glittery necklace that was almost as tight as a choker around my neck. I had left the matching bracelet home because that sort of thing digs into your skin when you are bent over a desk. I was not dressing for office, I was dressing to be nailed.
Even before the dressing it had taken me almost 2 hours to bathe, rub moisturising cream into all my skin and do my make up. He liked red lipstick so I was wearing red lipstick and to hell with colour matching. My cologne was my favourite Dior, I won't tell you which one, and I had applied it carefully all over my body in the spots that drive a man crazy.
As I looked at myself in the mirror in my office, I realised I was not dressed like a professional woman, I was dressed as a fucktoys. His fucktoy.
The thought made my pussy throb and I wiped it one more time before stepping out of my office. It had been wet since I came to work that morning. I walked slowly down the corridor in my super-high, slutty heels. Not only I wanted to be careful in walking in those things, I didn't want to be early as I didn't want to sit and wait in the outer office. But of course, I dare not be late for a meeting with him. I was 10 minutes early.
"Hi Preity."
"Good morning, Amrita. How are you?"
"I am good, thanks. You look sensational, by the way."
"Oh, thank you. First proper meeting with the big boss you know. A bit nervous." I confided in Amrita.
"You will do great. He already likes you." Amrita told me.
That was great news. "Why, has he said anything about me?"
"Only that I need to keep 2 hours for the meeting with you, no calls, and to send you in whenever you arrive."
"Wow. That's a good sign. So, I can go in?"
"Absolutely."
I took a deep breath and walked to the door of his private office. I pushed it in.
"May I come in, Sir."
"You don't need to ask, darling. Come on in." He said. Maybe he did like me.
Taking small steps I advanced towards his desk and stopped at a distance where he could easily check me out. He stood up, looked me over up and down and nodded. I breathed easy. He approved.
He gestured me to come around his desk so I walked around, placing the folder on his desk before walking into his open arms.
