"And that is why," Michelle said, "the successful female executive must be in full command of both her personal and professional personas. She must achieve balance in both those spheres to be the best version of herself." She turned towards the crowd, who followed her with rapt attention. Her gray eyes surveyed their faces, identifying those she felt were of most interest. "That concludes the lecture on executive thinking. For those of you who wish to enroll in my personal coaching program, you can submit your forms to my assistant Samantha," she said, pointing towards the short gray-haired woman in the corner of the room. "Thank you so much for attending."
Smiling at the applause, she adjusted her shoulder-length blonde hair and stepped back to retrieve her shoulder bag. Michelle was a tall woman, thirty-four years old, about five foot ten, dressed in a sharp business skirt and blouse, with chiseled features. She'd had considerable success in her youth after launching and selling a startup that helped women manage their professional goals and careers. Now she worked alone, coaching the elite young businesswomen of the world.
Her process for choosing students was highly selective, because her coaching methods were... unorthodox, to say the least. And she preferred a certain type of student.
"Excuse me, Ms. Headley?" Michelle turned around to face a young woman with dark black hair and slender, Asiatic features. She was about five foot four, with a slim waist but large, perky breasts for her frame, barely concealed by the plunge of her blouse. She was probably in her mid twenties. "My name is Jenna Cho, I work as a publicist. I'm a huge fan - I've read all your books." She extended her hand.
Michelle's initial reaction was irritation, of course, as she had instructed people to speak to her assistant. But her cold, hawkish eyes noticed the woman had a wedding band on her hand. And she noticed further, the piercings of her nipples poking through the pale fabric of her blouse. "I see. Well, that's quite flattering, Jenna," Michelle said, shaking the girl's hand. "I'm afraid I'm not doing autographs right now, but if you want to find out about a signing, my assistant can help you with that."
"Oh, I'm not interested in a signing. I want to be in your coaching program." Her dark eyes sparkled, and her mouth crinkled around the mole on her left cheek. "I've applied many times, but I've always been rejected. So I wanted to make a personal appeal to you."
Michelle sighed. Of course she wanted to. "Look, the process is pretty complicated. I can't accept just anyone. And I really should be going..." She turned around, bending over to display the tight fit of her skirt around her arse as she picked up her computer. "Nice meeting you, though," she said, brushing the girl's arm slightly as she turned to walk away.
"Ms. Headley!" Jenna called out. Michelle stopped, sure not to turn around too early, before finally looking back. "Let me make a real push for it. I work in publicity for the restaurant Melodia. I know you've tried making reservations there many times." She smiled, and Michelle felt something flicker inside her core. "I can get you dinner there tonight. Bar seating, but it's still great."
Michelle pursed her lips. "A young woman like you with that kind of pull? How am I supposed to believe that?" The crowd was filtering out now, and she needed to confer with Samantha about her schedule for the next two days.
Jenna shrugged, a mischievous grin still plastered to her lips. "Meet me there at eight. You won't regret it." She turned and walked out the door before Michelle could respond, her wedding band flashing in a ray of sunlight that streamed through the window, black jeans fitting tightly around her tight ass.
Michelle smirked. This girl was an interesting prospect, without a doubt. "Samantha," she said, walking over to her assistant, who looked as harried as she always did, "cancel my dinner plans. I'm going to Melodia tonight."
#
Melodia was one of the many aggressively chic places that littered Manhattan. Michelle had been trying to get a reservation here for a few months now, but it was quite difficult, even though she was a famous author. To her great surprise, she was seated almost immediately. Dressed in a sleek blue dress that accentuated her ample bosom and slender hips, she ordered a glass of white wine while she waited for Jenna.
Jenna was definitely Michelle's type: married. Michelle's sexual appetite was restricted almost entirely to married women. She especially enjoyed women who were married to men. She considered it one of her favorite hobbies - seducing a supposedly straight married woman, the forbidden fruit, was much more delicious than any other sexual encounter.
Jenna appeared from the back of the restaurant. She was wearing a tight black dress with cutouts that revealed her hip bones and shoulders, and she looked positively delicious. Michelle quite wanted to see what lay under that dress, but she also knew how to be patient. She composed herself, comporting a professional demeanor. "You're a woman of your word, Jenna," she said, clicking her tongue. "I must say, I'm impressed. You must tell me how you swung this, and how you knew I wanted to come here."
Jenna laughed as she sat down and called over the waiter. "My husband owns the restaurant." She wagged her finger at Michelle. "He's thirty years older than me, and I'm reaping the benefits."
Michelle almost licked her lips. Yes, she was the perfect quarry. "I see. I suppose I should have been able to figure that out. I did take a look at your applications, by the way." She took a sip of her wine as Jenna ordered a gin and tonic. "I think I know why you weren't called in for an interview."
"Oh?" Jenna said, raising her eyebrows. Bread and olive oil was delivered to their table, their scent tickling Michelle's nose pleasantly. "Why is that, Ms. Headley?"
Michelle leaned back, choosing her words carefully. "The truth is, my program is very demanding. Your resume is certainly impressive, but professional success is not enough, I'm afraid. You need to be open-minded. Willing to experiment."
Jenna frowned. "I don't understand. Is this some sort of political thing?"
Michelle folded her hands together, leaning forward. Jenna's perfume wafted across, rich and floral. "Not at all, actually. I am referring to your sexual inclinations." Michelle turned to the approaching waiter. "I'll have the oysters, thanks."
Jenna was staring at her, mouth slightly ajar. "What does my sex life have to do with executive coaching?"
The blonde laughed. "Why, everything, of course. My philosophy is the alignment of personal and professional lives. Your sex life is an integral part of who you are. A woman without a fully libertine, experimental and satisfactory sex life will never succeed as an executive."
"You're joking, right?" Jenna giggled awkwardly, though Michelle could see the fear in her eyes. This was what she enjoyed the most - the hunt. "You're an executive coach. You don't need to go over sex."
"Sex is everything for a professional woman." Michelle took a long sip of her wine, dragging her tongue across the rim of the glass. "I myself enjoy a picturesque sexual lifestyle. Regular sexual experimentation is an enormous part of my success as both a businesswoman and an author." She smiled faintly. "Does this frighten you, Jenna?"
"I... I don't know, it's just," she said, her cheeks flushed as she tried to find her words. "It's not what I expected. I just wanted to talk about professional coaching."
Michelle nodded understandingly. "I do know what you mean. That's why this isn't for everyone." The oysters arrived. "Do you want one?" Jenna shook her head and Michelle took an oyster. She slurped it out and licked her lips as deliberately and luxuriously as she could. "All I am asking of you is to keep an open mind and be willing to work with me on all parts of your life. Including your sex life."
Jenna's hands curled around the edge of the table, but her eyes were fixed on Michelle's mouth. "What would you need me to tell you?"
Michelle reached into her bag and pulled out a notebook. "This book is your sexual diary. Write in here all sexual experiences, from dreams to fellatio. Do this for two weeks. Then we can review it at our first coaching session."
"I don't know."
"That's quite all right." Michelle shrugged. "I am traveling the next two weeks, but when I get back, you should give me a call if you're still interested. If you've done what I asked, I will coach you."
Jenna's face darkened as she took the notebook. "This is... so weird. I'm going to go. The dinner's on me. Enjoy your meal." She got up and walked away briskly. And Michelle might have considered her a lost cause, but the girl did take the notebook. And Michelle's contact information was inside.
She continued slurping down oysters, wondering how Jenna's cunt tasted.
#
Jenna called Michelle exactly fifteen days later. They agreed to meet at Michelle's office for a coaching session. "And did you do your homework?" Michelle said, laying back on her bed in a nightgown, her fingers idly flipping her left nipple.
"I'll see you there," Jenna replied curtly.
"No, I need to hear and understand that you've done your homework beforehand, or else this will be a complete waste of time."
