Erin is an HR rep for her company. She sets up interviews and helps candidates through the process. Once they're hired, she makes sure everything is arranged for their first day. It's a fairly easy job and the best part is she comes across a lot of men. Her first interactions with them are over the phone. She has a smooth, husky voice she uses to lure them in. It makes them excited to interview just to get the chance to meet the face and body that go with the hot voice on the other end.
Recently, one man in particular stood out over the phone. Most try and be charming or witty when Erin called. But Michael was very relaxed and unaffected by their phone conversation. He had a deep, sexy voice and a confidence absent of arrogance about him - it was her turn to be drawn in for once.
"Well, it was nice talking with you Michael. I look forward to meeting you next week."
"Thank you for your help getting me scheduled Erin," he replied very business-like. She was disappointed. Usually she had them eating out of her hand. But she liked a challenge.
Erin spent the following Tuesday morning while getting ready for work paying close attention to how she looked. Erin was a beautiful. She'd been a lanky, goofy teenager that blossomed into a woman who knew how to get what she wanted. Erin's porcelain skin was set off by black hair and large brown eyes, which she'd always used to her advantage. Erin could look across a room and make eye contact with a man and in that look tell him of her innermost desires. She hadn't come across a man that could resist that look.
She wore fitted black suit pants that showed of her small, tight ass and long legs. As she buttoned her blue blouse over her cleavage she wondered... one unbuttoned or two? She knew that Michael had to be just as sexy in person as his voice was over the phone, but if he was as professional, the second button would be overdoing it. Later that morning as Erin sat at her desk drinking her daily cup of coffee and checking her email, the receptionist called. Michael had arrived for his interviews. She took a last look in the reflection of her window to make sure she still looked good. She was glad she wore the lace black thong this morning.
As she entered the reception area she saw him. He was in a dark blue pinstripe suit holding a folded newspaper in one hand and a briefcase in the other. He stood scanning the half of the front page showing on the newspaper.
"Michael?"
