The woman walked into the lobby of the National Liberty building, every eye following her across the floor as she approached the information desk. In her mid thirties, she looked ten years younger. The striking amazon was poetry in motion. Her hips swaying with a hypnotic grace. Her long hair was dark as a raven's wing with white highlights frosting the tips. Long lean and well muscled legs seemed to go on forever as she strode across the floor. Her heels striking with a rhythmic cadence that added to the hypnotic quality as her body moved with the fluid grace of a jaguar. Her lips curled into a cheshire grin completing the image.
"Can I help you?" The security guard asked. Officer Hart was long and lean. His body is not quite his own. He was ungangly even on his best days, now he jumped up so quickly that he had nearly upended the office chair. Dancing nervously from foot to foot as he tried to force down the knot in his throat.
"I certainly hope so. I'm here to see Cameron Raffles."
The guard's finger ran down the directory until it settled on a name.
"Ah yes. Tru Valu collections and acquisitions. That'll be on the fourteenth floor. Take the C bank of elevators right over there." The guard pointed to a bank of elevators in the south corner of the lobby. She graced him with a smile that made men's blood boil and made her way to the elevators. She stepped off the elevator and into the reception area and handed the receptionist the business card which Mr. Raffles had given her during the conference last month. She was playing a long shot but after a discussion with her husband Mark she had decided to take the shot. She really didn't think it would amount to anything but Mark felt far more confident in her abilities. She just wished that she could get him to feel that same level of confidence in himself. She loves him with all she is but sometimes he frustrates her with his self depreciation. He wasn't submissive by any means. He was a man that worked with his hands and wouldn't back down from any man but he was just so careful with her. He had been her number one supporter since they had met in junior high.
"Ms. Anderson? Mr. Raffles will see you now." She shook her head, pushing the thoughts away. She turned on her best smile and pushed the thoughts of her loving husband from her mind. It was show time.
"Good to see you again Ms. Anderson. I take this to mean you've decided to pursue the opportunity we discussed at the conference then?" He said as he guided her to a chair in front of his desk and then took his seat.
"So I truly think you will be a perfect fit as the head of my acquisitions department. You know your real estate and sales and rentals seem to be something that is really a specialty of yours from what your current employer tells me. The fact that you're willing to do ads as well certainly has a strong bearing on my belief that you will do extremely well in this venture." He said. He smiled at her and allowed his eyes to linger on her for a long moment. She was fully aware of the effect she had on men and so she simply smiled in acknowledgment of his male gaze.
"I'm fine with using my assets to get the job done. I'm also not one for false modesty. I know I photograph well and that my personality conveys well." She crossed her legs and pulled her skirt a bit lower on her thighs as she leaned back in slightly to continue the conversation.
"The question is can you make me an offer that will be tempting enough to convince me to leave my comfortable small town for the bright lights and high crime rates of the big city?" She said, Her voice took on a teasing tone that she knew both tempted and challenged men to give her the best deal they possibly could.
"Here, read through this offer and if there is anything that you feel we need to improve on we can discuss it." Raffles said. His well manicured hands sliding a folder across the desk to her. She turned the folder towards her and started reading. On several occasions her eyes went up as she read something that surprised her. After several minutes she turned the last page over and straightened the contents before closing the folder.
"The money is more than satisfactory but the clause about being the public face for the brand is a bit more than I expected. I knew I would be in promotions and advertising campaigns but being required to host all client and corporate functions was a bit much. I'll need to discuss this with my husband. " Starting to stand, she smoothed her skirt down once more.
"I understand. Take the folder with you and discuss everything with your husband tonight. I'll pencil you in for a ten thirty appointment. I'll await your decision then." He rose and stepped around the desk, his hand reaching out to take her elbow and help steady her on the high heels he had been admiring since she walked into the office almost an hour ago. He escorted her to the elevator and she flashed him a knowing smile as she stepped on.
"I'll let you know our decision in the morning, Mr. Raffles."
"Cam, please. I look forward to it."
"Count on it, Cam."
A twenty minute ride and she was back at her hotel. She looked at her phone, it would be a couple of hours at least before she could call Mark at home. She considered going out for a while but what would be the point? She slid her jacket off and hung it over a chair and stepped out her heels and stepped over to the mini bar and pulled out one of the mini bottles of whiskey and dropped two ice cubes in the glass and poured the whiskey over it. She took a sip of the liquid and unbuttoned her blouse. Turning she did a dancer's pirouette as she pulled the silk blouse off and let it flutter to the carpet. She stood admiring her full breasts in the mirror on the wall behind the bed. The black lace of her bra contrasted nicely with the alabaster of her breasts which were threatening to spill from its cups.
Reaching up she undid the front latch and watched as the firm globes tumbled free and she bent and retrieved the clothes from the floor. Tossing them over the chair to join the jacket.
Her hands moved up to cup her proud breasts and she squeezed them roughly. Her fingers moved, pinching and pulling the nipples as they hardened and swelled. She could feel herself getting wet, her juices starting to leak from her depths. She growled and almost tore the skirt from her body, adding it to her pile of clothing. She left the stockings and garter belt on and rolled the now soaked panties down her legs. Creating the effect of framing her clean shaven pussy like a an erotic pulsating work of art. The outer lips spread open to reveal her smaller inner lips. Her clit stood up proud, begging to be touched.
Turning to the queen bed she lay down, stretching lazily. Her legs spread quickly as her desire grew. One hand squeezing at her tits and the other desperately working her well lubed pussy. Two fingers sliding in and out as she found her rhythm and let her fantasies flood into her imagination. Her mind started picturing her husband and his sweet touches which had been hers alone since high school. They had lost their virginity to each other and he elevated her at every turn. He was her biggest fan and her greatest supporter. He had worked at the garage to ensure she could get her degree and never once did he ask for anything. He worshiped her body when they made love and it almost made her cry at times. Sometimes in amazement at how much love he held for her and other times in frustration at how limited she felt. How much more sensations she craved.
Her mind then wandered to hot internet porn she had seen, enhancing her desire and her feeling that she is missing something.
She loves him with everything she has and is but still she wonders if she's missing something because she's never fucked another man. A man that doesn't consider her to be as close to perfect as any human can be. She sighed in frustration and pulled her hand roughly from her pussy. The slap across her inner thighs caused her to gasp with pleasure and suddenly her mind was filled with Cam and his blunt fingers using her body as his fuck toy. She imagined it was him spanking her pussy as she slapped her hand hard across the soaking wet folds of her pussy and clit. Causing her to orgasm with screams of pleasure. She imagined the cock that she had seen imprinted against his suit pants earlier plunging into her hard and fast as he humiliated her and called her all the things that Mark would never even think of her being. One orgasm after another ripped through her body. The pleasure became pain but still she continued the fantasy until at last her body was too tired and spent to continue and she collapsed back on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.
She awoke several hours later and was immediately awash in guilt and shame as well as an unexpected tendril of remaining excitement when she remembered the fantasy that she had indulged in before dropping into her languid slumber. Her hand darted to the phone laying on the nightstand and swiped it to see what time it was.
"Oh fuck!" She exclaimed as she bolted upright. Mark had called her three times and it was getting late for him back home. She steadied her heart rate and pushed the guilt down as she tapped his name in her contact list. Mark picked up on the second ring.
"Baby! Are you ok?" Mark asked in a rush before she could speak. The love and worry in his voice caused the guilt to claw its way to the surface once more. She took a deep breath and fought to get her emotions under control before she answered her unsuspecting husband.
