The sounds of the partygoers buzzed in the background. It's the big party that your boss threw to celebrate the new client. It's some rich American firm that is getting ready to break into South Africa, and they needed someone to do their commercials. Even though it's not what you usually do, your boss figured that this might be a really good way to expand the business.
You can hear the mingling voices in the background, but there is this one person you saw. No clue who he is or what he does, but he's standing across the room in a bow tie and looking quite good. You flash him a secret smile, and he responds. Only with his eyes, you think at first. He seems to be in a conversation with your boss. But you glance down a little lower and notice a little stirring in his pants. You smile wider and he responds more noticeably.
His eyes take on a gentle whiff of desperation. You can almost hear him thinking "How can I get out of this conversation and go talk to her..." Finally...he breaks free, and makes a beeline to you. You notice the style of his suit...more brazen than most, but still tame, yet somehow incredibly seductive. The brown wool clings to his body as if the suit was cut specifically for his 6'1 frame.
As he crosses the room, politely chatting briefly with others, you notice his eyes never leave you. Continuously making eye contact, dodging waiters carrying drink trays, casually avoiding entangling conversations. He scans up and down your body and you KNOW that he is checking out that dress. The one that you bought for SPECIFICALLY this occasion. It's a long jade green satin dress. The folds of cloth hang loosely over your legs, and the slit, which he still hasn't seen, runs all the way up your leg. The back dips all the way down to just above the lovely dimple of your tush, and the v-shaped strapless front shows just enough tantalizing creamy breast to be a complete turn on, but not so much to over power your smile.
He keeps walking towards you and finally...you take one step forward. Your left leg advances and the green satin parts...revealing the lovely shapely leg. His eyes fix on it. Staring openly, he almost loses his balance avoiding the champagne waiter.
He takes two glasses off the tray and silently offers one to you. His eyes darting between yours and trying to take in the vision of beauty before him.
It's then that you do your obvious appraisal of this new boy to cross your path. Silently starting at the top of his red hair...and down over his chest, his stomach...that lovely bulge in his suit...down his legs to his brown shoes. You glance back up and nod approvingly. He turns bright red in a huge blush and disarmingly smiles and says "ahh my beauty, nothing compared to the radiant shine in your eyes." Never having had a pickup so completely turned around on you, you turn the same shade of red that he just was.
He puts his hand out in an odd manner and you take it expecting him to shake your hand...he turns it around quickly and brings it up to his lips. "Hi, I'm Jeff. I work with your new client, doing some political evaluations and the like for them, and you are...?"
With a quick tight smile, you ask "does that mean you will be here frequently?" He smiles and nods. "For the next 8 months, they want me here to evaluate the stability of the government and figure out who we can work with to get certain legislation passed. So yeah you could say I'll be around 'frequently'."
"Then," you say with a wonderfully bright smile, "I'm Jen. I do the set design for this company. I should be working with your commercials"
"Well, I suppose that means I will have to spend some of my time hanging out around the set. My look turns suddenly quizzical. "Do set designers usually have groupies?" I ask with a smile. You turn that lovely shade of embarrassed red yet again....and simply giggle.
After sharing this moment, the tide of the party shifts against us. Your boss comes over and takes your arm, introducing you to my boss. But our eyes never leave each other. Quick glances over someone's shoulder...furtive stares past dodging waiters and partygoers. Each time we are close enough to share a word or two the party seems to conspire against us. A word to one of us takes us off to another corner of the party. But we keep trying. Finally, I notice you duck behind a door and just stay there. I watch it closely to see who else goes in there...and nobody does.
After another few minutes I am finally able to break free of the crowd and duck behind the same door. It's a small office with a desk and some papers strewn across it. You are leaning seductively against the desk and calling me toward you with one finger....it's a wonderfully powerful and seductive gesture. I respond...the bulge in my pants growing bigger as I see your leg slide out from between the lovely folds of green satin. I see the look in your eyes...the look saying "this is MY domain....you will do what I want." And I respond immediately to it.
My eyes drop to the floor and you can see me forcing the blush into my cheeks. I take a couple hesitant steps towards you. But as you look into my eyes, you can see that I am playing a role. The way I respond to you sends another shiver all the way down between your legs. You smile at me...acknowledging our playing...and then begin issuing orders. "sit here and look at me" you say. I quickly do so.
"Go back and lock the door." I fairly run to the door, fumble with the lock...you again see me playing with you...and you realize that my role playing is it's own form of strength. You wonder what it would be like to have me.
