Jennifer Lyons smiled as she walked into her new corner office. Her 4-inch Manolo Blahnik pumps clicked on the marble floor as she crossed the threshold. Her toned body perfectly filled out the form fitting dress she had bought for this occasion. All the hard work and sacrifices she made had finally paid off. At 35 years old, she was now the youngest VP at the company.
Jennifer wasn't the smartest or hardest working person in the company, but she was very clever. She used every asset available to her to get ahead. She took the tough assignments and made hard decisions. But, her ambition had left her with more than a couple enemies in the company. She also wasn't afraid to use her lean ex-volleyball player body to her advantage. Jennifer was 5' 10" with long legs, a round, firm ass and C-cup breasts. Her shoulder-length blond hair framed her heart shaped face, which was always accented by her signature bright red lip stick.
Jennifer took advantage of her attractiveness. She knew exactly who to flirt with and even had one or two office affairs along the way to her current position. Her success, however, was the subject of both admiration and jealousy. There was office gossip that she had fucked her way to the top. Jennifer could care less. She was completely unaware that her world was about to come crashing down.
Jennifer sank into the thick leather chair at her new desk. Her black and white, body-hugging dress rode up her bare thighs. She loved to push the envelope on what was appropriate for office dress, but always did so with high-end fashion. She suddenly noticed the gold envelope with her name on it. Jennifer gave a knowing smile as she opened it. Knowing it could only be one thing.
Congratulations!
Please join Equicorp CEO, Robert Lewis, and the rest of the senior leadership team at a cocktail reception this evening in honor of our newest Vice President, Jennifer Lyons.
Jennifer could not contain herself. All that hard work had paid off. It was time to celebrate.
THE PARTY
Jennifer arrived at the steak house about 10 minutes after the appointed start time of the cocktail party. She did not want to be the first person there, but also knew she would be missed if she arrived too late. She took the precaution of retouching her makeup and ensuring there were no pantie lines from her black thong marring her perfect dress. Her breasts were partially exposed through a low V-cut front, but not so much that it would be scandalous. Jennifer knew she would catch Robert, the CEO's eye.
There were about 25 executives at the event. All but 5 were men. Jennifer worked the room like a pro; meeting with each of her new peers. A gentle touch; a smile here; a kiss on the cheek there, until finally standing with Robert.
"Well hello! Congratulations. It is long overdue for us to have a young lady of your stature on the senior team," Robert was all smiles as he took Jennifer's hand and moved in to kiss her cheek. His charcoal suit was perfectly pressed and contrasted the light brown shoes he purchased specifically for the evening.
"I am sure that is what you say to all the girls!" Jennifer flirted back.
"There is certainly allot to do, but I know you will be able to have your way with the marketing team," Robert appeared to be oblivious to the obvious innuendo. Jennifer blushed.
"You know, Robert, I just hope they don't have their way with me."
She was suddenly startled by the click of a camera. Then another. Jennifer turned to see a photographer taking pictures of the event. She smiled broadly as she leaned into the powerful CEO, putting her hand on the back of his shoulder as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her into him. His hand resting just high enough to not be scandalous but low enough to feel the thing string of Jennifer's thong. She loved this dance.
Moments later Robert was whisked away by the photographer for another photo. Jennifer spent the rest of the evening in seventh heaven. Basking in her own glory as she enjoyed expensive white wine.
As the evening wound down, two of the other four women on the senior team, Ainsley Parker and Sophie Collins snatched Jennifer up for a late-night cocktail at the main bar in the restaurant. Jennifer was feeling good, but not drunk. The perfect buzz.
"You are quite the flirt!" Ainsley got right to the point, "Robert was eating out of your hand tonight."
Jennifer had dealt with jealous bitches like this before, "I don't know about that. We were discussing my plans for big changes in the marketing budget. Did you enjoy the evening?"
"Listen Jennifer, I like you. I am just going to say it once. Be careful. You play with fire, you might get burned. You fuck one of these guys, you might end up getting fucked by all of them." Ainsley smiled a thin smile across her waspy pale face. She then turned her martini glass upside down, gulping down the last drop and stood. Her frumpy five-foot body paled next to Jennifer's. It was clear Ainsley tried to compensate for her less-than-perfect body by showing off her fat tits. Ainsley could see right between them as she looked down from her bar stool.
"Ainsley, what the fuck are you talking about?" Jennifer's confusion was clear.
"Honey, have a great night tonight. It will only get harder tomorrow." With that, Ainsley turned and headed for the door.
"She can be such a bitch," Sophie seemed as confused as Jennifer. Her light brown skin almost glowed in the room. "And, what do we have here?"
Sophie's eyes scanned two twenty-something guys wearing suits without ties. Both of them caught in the act of checking the two older ladies out. One, with dark hair and a dark suit smiled at Jennifer. She could not help but smile back.
Sophie boldly called out, "are you going to buy us a drink or just sit and stare?" The taller of the two, walked over, followed by his mate, "I thought you'd never ask. What are you drinking?"
"Martinis. And, if you can't tell, we both want it extra dirty."
"Well you are in luck. I am an expert at providing a lady something filthy," the tall one never looked at Sophie as he answered, his gaze still on Jennifer.
