Thanks to amarriedguy408 for editing.
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Leila was seated at her desk wearing the typical office attire: a plum purple, buttoned down blouse with the top three buttons undone so that the smallest peek of her black lacy bra was visible. It was tucked into a black pencil skirt that was hugging the curves of her hips and ass as if it were designed for her. The black, sheer thigh high stockings and black pumps made her feel very sexy. She was waiting for her next sales-pitch meeting which should be arriving any moment now. Waiting for him to arrive was always the worst part about these meetings. Leila had a shark reputation in her field. Most of her colleagues and co-workers despised the fact that a woman held that position. She was tired of Corporate Big-Wigs walking into her office and judging her as just another female that slept her way to the top as soon as they walked in. She could almost smell it on them when they would approach to shake hands. It disgusted her and often left a bad taste in her mouth before the meeting even began.
The buzzing intercom on her desk indicated that her potential corporate "suitor" had arrived. She stood to meet him, and as his hand grasped hers in a semi-formal shake of first greeting, she could see by the twinkle in his eye that he was here for something other than typical business. She caught his eyes trying to sneak a peak down her shirt as she offered him a seat. As she took her seat she thought to herself "If it's games you want, I would be happy to oblige,". As he began his small talk of a sales-pitch, Leila took her pen and dragged it across the outline of her lower lip, tilting her head to the side to indicate that she might be the slightest bit interested in what he was saying. Her eyes wandered down to his lap as she nipped her bottom lip with her teeth. As her gaze rose back to his mouth, he began to stumble over his words. "Oh the things I would love to do with that fumbling mouth of yours," she naughtily thought to herself.
She snuck a glance further up and they locked eyes briefly before she returned to staring at his mouth. His lips appeared so soft and welcoming as they formed their words. His pink tongue slipped between his teeth periodically as each phrase escaped his lips. She found it a little erotic and couldn't break the spell it had cast over her. She couldn't stop staring; wondering what wondrous feelings it could create over her body. Her mind wandered and visions of skin on skin, mouth on flesh, tongues tangling in rhythmic dance flashed through her mind. She was barely listening to him anymore as her eyes moved down his arms and paused on his hands. Beneath his beautiful manicure and clear-coated fingernails, she saw hints of strength and physical labor. Small scars across his knuckles. Traces of calluses on his palms. Out of place imperfections. What did he do in his prior life? How did he get to where he is? Those were not the hands of someone fed from a silver spoon. He had worked hard in the past. Those were the hands of strength and determination. She wanted to feel them against her creamy, smooth flesh. He nervously shifted in his chair snapping her back to reality. To her dismay, his movements broke the spell that had begun clouding her mind.
"I can't tell if you are unprepared or a little flustered in your delivery," she interrupted. "You see, I'm a very busy woman and wouldn't appreciate my time being wasted by someone who would come to a sales meeting completely unprepared. I'm willing to give you the benefit of the doubt and assume you are just nervous as my reputation seems to have preceded our meeting. There's a water cooler in the hall around the corner if you would like to excuse yourself and grab a refreshing drink and start again." She motioned to her office door with a tilt of her head and immediately looked down to her desk to portray a feeling of pure irritation.
He stood and walked towards the door to get to the hallway. As he was filling his plastic cup with water, he let out a sigh. "What just happened?" He coached himself internally. "I am fully prepared. When I walked in, I swear she was throwing vibes of lust and wanton left and right. Then those eyes; that stare. Wasn't she just checking out my package? She switched signals without so much as a precursor to her current mood. What the fuck was that?!?!" Pulling himself together and clearing his thoughts, he walked back to her office door. Hesitantly, he lightly knocked on the door for permission to enter. He walked in to find her standing at the large glass window that looked out over the city. She was staring at nothing in particular, however looking extremely pensive. Her back was to him.
