She's sweet 18, scrumptious and a cock loving office prick teaser.
After visiting two opportunistic sex therapists Jenny's convinced more than ever she's simply a sexy exhibitionist with stunning looks and a gorgeous body who loves to tease. She's turned on by turning on anyone who'd love to have her, but can't. Sometimes they can but only after she makes out she's innocent and they have to really work for it.
The personal assistant to a wealthy businessman is not your average girl next door. She's got the cover girl looks for a glossy quality magazine with big brown bedroom eyes and long eyelashes, shiny long jet black that falls halfway down her back in a pony tail, a booty that's taught, tight and tantalising and firm 38-20-34 inch vital statistics featuring fulsome firm breasts capped by erotic looking two-inch high puffy nipples. She makes men's mouth water for good reason. Standing 5 feet 8 inches in bare feet, her full lips give her mouth a sensuous appeal, her Latina tanned look skin and miniskirts fall just three inches from her crotch giving her a sex goddess appearance.
She knows she looks hot and thrives on the attention. She's no one's slut. She's all style and her own gal.
Jenny's on her way have lunch with the sex therapist's new receptionist Alison and they plan to attend together the upcoming women's only male stripper rock disco at an underground club that attracts on average 80 chicks a time, most of them horny singes 18- 25 letting their hair down (and some other things as well) or just there to perv on the studs' tight butts and thick dicks as well as swigging the cheap bubbly and dancing the night away to the non-stop thumping music.
Alison got two tickets from the sex therapist's assistant Paul, a handsome guy with shoulder length blonde hair in his mid 20s and an Adonis-like body. He does the females only strip club shows part time just so he can show off his nine-inch cannon.
Alison's only spoken to Jenny on the phone when she booked her in for her late appointment and once again since so having lunch together will bring them face to face. Alison, who only started work at the therapist's clinic two weeks' ago, is naturally curious but can't ask questions unless something is spoken first, and Jenny can't wait to tell her about something she saw in a private room at the back of the clinic.
After Jenny makes contact by phone to check the restaurant they'll meet at they describe what they're wearing so they instantly recognise each other. Jenny's in a striking one-piece red dress that comes just four inches below her crotch and sporting a deep V cleavage with her breasts filling the space but held up tight without the need of a bra. Alison, just three months younger than Jenny at 18.3 years, is a 5ft 6in honey blonde in tight curls to her shoulders with 34-19-34 inch measurements wearing a white satin blouse, pleated navy blue skirt midway to her knees, pale blue nylons and navy high heel shoes.
They greet each other with a big smile as Alison, already seated, gets up to wave her to where she's sitting. "Nice to meet you after talking twice on the phone," ventures Jenny as they sit. "Me too, it's good to put a face to a name." Both women do small talk about their jobs for the first 10 minutes as they start to feel positive vibes about each other, ordering their meal and sharing bottle of white wine. They complement each other on how they look in more small talk until Jenny opens the door to more personal things.
"You know I must apologise for sounding rude to you when I rang the clinic and asked to see the regular therapist, Felicity, arguing that I didn't want to see a male sex therapist. I never envisaged needing two appointments and his assistant Paul at the second visit."
"Yes, but isn't Paul gorgeous. I thought to myself you'd get a surprise as he's quite a hunk. I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw just how much of a hunk he really is down below when I accepted the ticket to the rock disco last week. Wow! I thought to myself he can put his shoes under my bed anytime."
"Alison! I'm surprised at you. They were saying to me what a quiet, shy young woman you are."
"Yes but that's at work you know. That's different."
"Well Alison I must confess I'm me all the time. I go to the office intending to make my boss get a horn every time he sees me. I have him like putty in my hands. He can't resist having a perv on me. That's how I got my BMW sports car."
"You're joking! Really?"
"Downright sure, he's quite wealthy and single again so he shows his appreciation in a big way."
"That's unreal! Just for showing some leg and what? Panties too?"
Laughing as she says it, but not too loud, Jenny confesses. "Come on Alison, even a dumb wealthy guy is not that dumb. Of course he wanted more than a street type flash. He wanted a good 60- minute long voyeuristic session after hours with me in his office so he could video me for his home entertainment.
He said I get the showroom Beamer all running expenses paid by his business if I come to work wearing high heels, stockings and garter belt, a teeny thong and half cup lace bra in a business type suit and stay back so I could do a strip act in his office and use a vibrator on me that he'd bring along. I've got to admit, just knowing how it turned him on just put me on a real high." (Ch 4)
"The two big things I got out of it for being so adventurous were being made his personal assistant or PA not long after joining his firm and getting the flashy red Beamer. The older women there hate me. "
"Eh? He made you his personal assistant after just joining his firm as a junior? Does he own the business or is he a CEO of a big company?"
"Na, it's his own firm and he runs it like he's a Robbie Williams running a rock concert. He rocks! For an old guy at 50 he's built like a stud and rather handsome frankly in a sexy sort of way.
"But Jenny, how could an office junior suddenly become a personal assistant to a businessman that age and know how to do the confidential business stuff, take shorthand or whatever. You need real experience for that and you were new there. Was he that crazy over you?"
"Ha, I thought you'd ask that. It's exactly what I thought. But he said he had another dumpy senior lady to do all the serious stuff like that as his secretary but I was his personal assistant for things more private to him. I think he liked the sound of personal.
"What turns me on though apart from his money and his appreciation of my looks is his confidence and power. He's quite influential. I've heard him on the phone. That Friday I tripped in the stairwell and hurt my knee going home to avoid the women from our office at the elevator I hobbled back to thankfully find everyone gone and poured my woes on to the boss. He got on the phone immediately and told this masseur guy upstairs in our tower to fix me up straight away and send him the bill on Monday no expense spared as I was an important person in his office. Actually I was still the office junior at that time but I think he made out I was a senior person to make sure the guy see me straight away. "
"And did he see you straight away?"
"Yeah, did he ever!
"This old guy got me on my back turning my legs this way and that, even up behind my head one each side. My panties gave up being see-through after half an hour of this. They ended up slipping to one side of my pussy so he got the 100% Jenny bare beaver right under his nose. He could have come in his pants for all I know, but he just kept going as if nothing was any different." (Ch 1)
