Kent Simmons' eye widened as he stared at the name on top of the resume in front of him. He shuffled the papers in his hand and then glanced up above them. This has to be a hallucination. He pulled a small handful of paper clips from his desk drawer and fumbled with one of them as he struggled to attach the papers in his hand.
No, not an illusion. He thought to himself. I don't hallucinate. A prank then? He was unsure. Looking up from the now firmly clipped stack of papers he ventured a glance back in the direction of the girl... No. Woman. he corrected himself. She is definitely a woman.
His eyes moved across the rich wood of his desk and into the void that separated his wood from her legs. Wood DESK he once again corrected himself mentally as if worried she could read his thoughts. Oh god, I hope she can't read my thoughts.
Kent would never see the amused smile that danced across the woman's light-pink painted lips. Instead his eyes went on to caress up her long bare legs. He was actually a little proud of himself when he eyes made their way up along her upper thighs and jumped to the tight little black skirt that barely seemed to cover her legs... less than that while sitting with crossed legs. Then there was her bare belly. Fit yes but also curved with all the glories of femininity. And that pretty crystal dangling from the silver chain that anchored itself in her belly button.
It was at this point that his eyes soared off in directions of their own, unable to continue their upward motion. There were plenty of other things to look at. They were above the 50th floor of the downtown MegaTech Industries building. The floor to ceiling windows of this corner office offered a wonderful view of the city. There were bookshelves full of the latest in financial and economic theory. There were certificates declaring his two degrees on the wall and the simple fact was they all paled when compared to the woman sitting across from him.
No, she couldn't read minds. But it wasn't hard to guess what he was thinking. Not with his fingers grabbing up more and more paper clips to add to the growing chain he was nervously constructing in a glorious display of OCD based mental defense. The amused smile on her face only continued to grow. He probably didn't even realize that he was doing it but looking at the two feet of paperclip chain dangling off of Kent's desk, she was certain she was having an effect on him.
Adding a couple more paperclips to his growing chain, Kent finally forced himself to look somewhere that approximated the girl's face without actually looking at her. He didn't trust himself to do that.
"Let me get this straight..." The vice president of MegaTech Industries began, pulling another box of paper clips from his desk drawer and fishing out the first one to join his construction. "Your name is Wendy McSlutt? And you want a job here at MegaTech Industries? In this office?" Were his hands sweating?
Kent hadn't been this close to a woman made of so much pure sex since he was married. Hell, even his wife hadn't driven him this kind of wild. Ex-wife, he reminded himself. What about that time he'd gone to the strip club for Andrew Stine's bachelor party? He'd hung back from both the girls and the stage, hiding all signs of his inward interest. Not until he returned home anyway. With all that pent up lust he'd fucked his wife like never before. And never again. If only the magic had lasted maybe she wouldn't have left him.
"With an 'i'." The girl across from Kent responded in a voice full of sincerity.
"What?" Kent snapped as her voice yanked him away from his regrets.
"That's Wendi with an 'i' Mister Simmons." The girl hastily clarified her previous statement.
"I heard what you said." He'd been doing his best to keep the nervousness out of his voice but the improbability of this whole situation finally got to him. Someone was fucking with him and he didn't like it.
The red-headed (So obviously dyed!) girl practically jumped out of her chair at the sharpness of Kent's voice and the sudden shift in attitude. The motion brought Kent's eyes back into focus, something they had studiously been avoiding. Her breasts were obviously bra-less but would have easily filled a D-cup. Instead they were held in place by light pink Lycra top that even if it hadn't been cut off just below her full breasts looked more like it should be worn down at the company's trade show than here on a girl interviewing for an executive assistant position.
Did she have implants? It was so hard to tell these days.
Despite the allure of those wonderfully fleshy globes, Kent found his eyes transfixed momentarily on the girl's necklace. Dangling between her breasts so that it gently bounced off of each orb with a light wobble of flesh was a key shaped pendant. It looked like it was purchased in some mall punk store with archaic looking teeth and a pentagram shaped top that held a very pretty crystal in the middle.
Great, just great. Now I've gone and stared at her tits. Kent's head slumped for a moment as he rubbed a paperclip between his fingertips. Now that he was sure he was the butt of some practical joke, Wendi's deep blue eyes and curly red hair weren't nearly so alluring. Even so, he didn't meet her gaze. He was too embarrassed by the way he'd acted.
As Kent continued to say nothing the awkward silence grew.
"May I be excused for a moment?"
Kent nodded but otherwise just watched silently as the girl's barely clad ass scooted out the office door. Those tight little ass cheeks were only emphasized by the black skirt and insanely high stripper shoes.
Oh my god, they light up. Kent rolled his eyes. Mostly at himself for still thinking that was fucking sexy. When Wendi hadn't returned after a minute Kent simply tossed her resume to the trash. "Stupid Prank." He thought to himself. His old assistant Simon never would let her through the door. The memory of Wendi's bouncing breasts flashed briefly across his mind.
"Finding a new Executive Assistant is going to be harder than I thought." He mumbled out loud.
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