Blonde Ambition: Climbing The Corporate Ladder
Copyright 2024 by Stormbringer
Hope Hightower pushed her chair back and stood. She raised her arms over her head and stretched first left then right. She sighed and looked around the empty office building. She stretched again, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked away from her desk and over to the large glass window of the office building. The lights in the office reflected her image in the window.
The twenty-six-year-old blonde beauty liked what she saw. Her long blonde hair hung loose, and her bright blue eyes twinkled in the window. Her makeup was light because she was a natural beauty and needed little enhancement, but she wore lipstick and some eyeliner. Her impressive bosom pushed out her sleeveless blouse ******** the tops of her breasts. Her black skirt stopped just above the knee showing the lower halves of her fit legs. The image was a little too sexy for her office, but she'd worn an open jacket for more modesty before the last of her coworkers had left.
She'd been a teenage beauty queen and had tried modeling, but her breasts were too big for professional work. Her offers were more focused on her body than her beauty. The money offered went higher and higher for the fewer clothes she was willing to wear. She'd given in and worn a skimpy string bikini at some boat shows. Playboy had even come knocking on her dorm for the women of UNLV pictorial they were shooting after watching her on the UNLV Cheer squad. The headhunter had made some offers, even wanting her to try out for a centerfold shoot. She'd refused as she was a decent girl, didn't sleep around, and was now engaged to Ben, whom she'd met when she took the job in NYC. Their wedding was set for next year. He wanted children. She wanted to wait and see how her career went. It was causing friction in their relationship, especially since they worked differing hours and weren't spending as much time together as either of them would have liked.
Hope turned sideways, examining how far her nearly E-cup breasts pushed out the front of her blouse. What was that quote from Working Girl? "I have a head for business and a bod for sin. Is there anything wrong with that?" The answer was yes, because nobody took you seriously when you had a bod for sin. Hope looked stunning in her outfit, but she looked more like a porn star playing an executive than an actual executive. All she was missing were the fake black glasses. She would have made a fortune as a nude model, porn star, or a stripper. Vegas organizations constantly wanted her to dance in their clubs throwing some amazing dollar figures at her and she knew they were probably pretty accurate. Many of her college friends danced to pay their way through school and more than a few dropped out to dance full-time. Hope had accepted a paying job to wear a skimpy bikini around one of the bigger casino's pools and she'd appeared in ads for the club and even graced a billboard on the drive into the city.
But that wasn't what she wanted. This was what she wanted. She leaned forward so that her image disappeared and the Manhattan skyline appeared through the glass. The skyscrapers were lit up for the night. The top of the Empire State Building rose behind the nearest office building across the street.
She stepped back, her image appearing again in the window. She found it strange, that with her looks the company didn't have her sitting beside some executive, smiling at the clientele to help broker deals. Instead, she had the late shift, alone in an office, in a dangerous city, monitoring overseas markets as they opened. It was 10 pm here in New York, noon in Tokyo, 11 am in Shanghai, and 8:30 am in Mumbai. There were 29 African stock exchanges and Lithocorp was in heavy competition with Beijing over mineral rights in Africa. She guessed somebody had to do it. It certainly beat working her way up from the mailroom.
Hope walked back over to her cubicle and sat down. She didn't stare at her computer screen; she swung her chair around towards the corner office. Lithocorp had the top three floors of the building. The big man was on top with the upper executives. She was on the third down. The Veep of international acquisitions was in charge of her floor and he'd just retired. She stared at the open door to the office. Usually, it was closed and locked, but having been just vacated, the cleaning crew had left it open.
Hope got up from her chair and walked over to the office. She peaked in through the open door. It was empty of all personal items and only had the furnishings. The top of the desk had been cleared off. She was up for the job, but wouldn't get it. The position was Ellis' to lose. She detested the sycophantic executive; he was arrogant and full of himself and he'd made more than a few suggestive comments to her. They weren't enough for her to go to HR, just hints that he'd love to have her as his personal assistant working directly under him, his dark eyes staring at her cleavage during the offer. She had a shot at the job if she pushed her gender. There wasn't a lot of diversity at Lithocorp and all the top executives were white males. That wasn't her style though. Unfortunately, Ellis had more seniority and had brokered some big deals. As a man, he was also better at entertaining clientele. She strongly suspected there were more than a few strip club visits and prostitutes paid for on the company credit card.
Still, a girl could dream.
And dream she did. Hope turned around. She walked briskly towards the elevator. She turned back around and straightened her skirt. "Ding," she said, pretending she was exiting the elevator. She strolled towards the office. "Good morning," she said, nodding, pretending everyone was standing up to greet their boss. "Thank you," she said, pretending to take a cup of coffee from her assistant... Ellis. She walked back up to the office door and closed it slightly. The nameplate had been removed, but in her mind, it read, Hope Hightower, Vice President of Acquisitions.
Hope opened the door and stepped into her office. She walked over to the window, hands behind her back, and surveyed the city, her city. This was just the first step. Next year she would be on the next floor up and in a few more years, the top floor. The old man was... well, an old man and he'd be hand-picking his replacement. "Congratulations, Miss Hightower, you're the new CEO of Lithocorp." He reached up from his wheelchair and shook her hand.
She saw herself on the cover of Fortune and Business Weekly.
Women to Watch!
It takes more than Hope to reach the High Tower!
The most powerful women in business!
She was rich. She was powerful. She was... horny?
At some point during her fantasy, Hope's nipples had begun to puff up. Her nipples were large and became quite prominent when they hardened. They were pressing into her bra now, uncomfortable as they scraped her bra's cups. The bottom of her panty was wet too. "Well, girl, it looks like power turns you on," she muttered. It didn't help that it had been weeks since she'd been with Ben and was starting to get frustrated. All she had were her fingers to satisfy her. Her fingers...
"No," she said, shaking her head at the thought. "No. Maybe? No. Why not?" The vice president's office didn't have security cameras like the office floor, so why not? It would be a nice way to pass the time, relieves some stress, and frustrations.
Hope stepped back from the window so that her reflection appeared again. Her hands pulled her blouse up out of her skirt before they moved up and began unbuttoning her blouse. It hung open before she slipped it off. Her bra was pink and lacy. She liked wearing sexy underwear. It occurred to her that anyone in an office across the street could see her standing in the window in her skirt and bra. She was surprised that the thought made her nipples swell even more. Posing and modeling especially in little bikinis had always had that effect on her.
Across the street, she pictured another executive, standing at his window watching her. He was loosening his tie and opening his shirt even as she was pushing her skirt down. She stood back up, now stripped to her underwear and high heels. The man pulled his shirt off before pushing his pants down. Hope unhooked her bra, sighing as her breasts were released from their constraints and her nipples were no longer rubbing her bra. The cool air from the air conditioning caressed her sensitive nipples, doing nothing to alleviate their swelling. Her hand slipped into her panty and over the golden whisps covering her pubic mound. The tip of her finger found her clitoris and the hot wetness of her pussy. She was surprised at how wet she was, at how turned on this was making her. The man across the street pushed his boxers down, an impressive swollen erect phallus popping out to salute her. He was bigger than Ben, more muscular, better looking, and best of all he had a bigger salary.
Hope stepped back from the window, lest someone actually see her and what she was doing. It should be safe. It would take binoculars to get a good view, but that wasn't impossible. She wiggled her panty down her lips and let it fall to the floor. She sat down in the desk chair. Her chair. This time she let her fingers probe into her pussy. She was wet and hot. Her unsatisfied pussy was ready for this.
"Yes," she moaned, fingering herself. The chair wasn't comfortable for this. She pushed it back and raised her legs, resting her heeled feet on top of the desk. She leaned back, letting two fingers slowly move around in the entrance to her pussy.
"So, what does a top executive like yourself do to relieve stress?" asked the reporter for Fortune, standing on the other side of her desk and looking between her open legs. "I see," he said, jotting something down in a notepad.
She needed to cum and could feel it, but this wasn't the most comfortable position either. Hope let out a little mewl of frustration. The office had a couch across from the door. It looked more comfortable. The leather seat of the chair clung to the bare flesh of her thighs as she stood, stinging her skin. When she was Veep, she'd demand a more comfortable chair. Of course, she wouldn't be sitting in it nude or maybe she would.
The couch was more comfortable. She raised one leg and let it hang over the arm of the couch, her heeled shoe dangling from her dainty little foot. She spread her other leg, heel on the carpet. Hope pushed her ass out on the edge of the couch, sitting on her lower back. Her fingers found her pussy again. Her other hand squeezed her breast, fingers pinching her sensitive nipples. She gasped, pinching and pulling hard on the nipple as her fingers worked quickly between the folds of her pussy lips.
"Oh.. oh... OH! Cum... cumming!" she gasped. Her arousal squirted out over her fingers, splattering on her thighs. She wished Ben were here, but honestly, her self-induced orgasm had been better than any she'd had with Ben.
Hope smiled. She raised the hand from her breast and brought it up to her mouth, biting down on her knuckle as she let the waves of orgasmic pleasure crash over her. Her large bosom continued to rise and fall as she caught her breath. Her hips were slowly lifting her crotch over and over again into the imaginary thrusts of her lover... the man in the office across the street.
She sighed in contentment. She might have to make this a habit.
Hope was right about the vice president's office not having security cameras, but the office floor did and the red eye on the security camera had followed her into the office and remained fixed on the couch waiting for her to appear again. The red eye was nearly invisible, but it seemed to swell as the woman reappeared nude and sat down, spreading her legs, watching while she fingered herself to orgasm.
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