As the elevator ascended to the top floor of the building, Emily took a last look at her reflection on the shiny door to make sure that nothing was out of place. Her long dark brown hair was perfectly styled, framing her delicate face. Her lipstick was carefully applied. For a second she thought that she should have chosen a more muted shade of red, but the color of her lips matched well with the color of the small heart shaped pendant on her chest. Her makeup made her cheekbones look more prominent and her light brown eyes larger.
As she lowered her gaze, she considered unbuttoning one more button of her white blouse, but she decided against it since it would probably reveal too much cleavage. For the hundredth time she adjusted her tight pencil skirt to eliminate all wrinkles, and checked that there were no visible panty lines from the silk thong she was wearing.
She admired her well toned calf muscles made more prominent by her expensive high-heeled shoes. She was sometimes self conscious about her 5'3 height but not today, as her shoes added almost three more inches to her stature.
Finally, she checked her blazer for lint and took a deep breath. She felt ready for her meeting with the CEO of the large medical practice that, if all went well today, would become one of her largest clients. As the elevator stopped, Emily felt confident that all her preparation and hard work was about to be rewarded. She also knew that her beauty, youth, and immaculate appearance gave her an edge over most other pharmaceutical sales reps, so she approached the receptionist without hesitation. The receptionist walked her to the office of the CEO and ushered her in through the heavy door.
Michael, the CEO, glanced up from the papers he was reading and welcomed her with a broad smile. He stood up to shake Emily's hand, which disarmed her for an instant as she realized he was a full foot taller than her. After exchanging a few pleasantries he asked her if she had brought the final version of the contract, so she pulled it out of her briefcase and handed it to him. Michael started reviewing the key points that had been under discussion for the past few months and asked her to clarify a few points. As the meeting progressed, Emily felt better and better about it since she was able to answer all of Michael's questions without hesitation.
She had been sitting across him the whole time, but after spreading some of the pages on his large desk, Michael asked her to stand by his side to explain a few of the details. She proceeded to show him how some of the numbers had been calculated. As they both leaned down and read some of the figures, Emily noticed that Michael was wearing what was probably a very expensive cologne. She also noticed that Michael had very prominent veins on his large hands. She guessed that he was in very good shape for his age, which according to her research was 52 years old. His broad shoulders suggested that he worked out regularly. As her mind drifted away from the contract details, Emily couldn't help but feel attracted to the powerful man, attraction that was currently manifesting itself as undeniable wetness between her legs.
Emily bit her lower lip and forced herself to concentrate on the contract, snapping out of her momentary distraction, but when Michael's hand touched her hand accidentally she felt as if electrical current had been applied directly to her pussy. She felt a bit flushed and tried to compose herself by paying attention to her breathing. As she regained her composure, Michael sat down on his chair and motioned her to get closer. He was reading the final page of the contract and as she got closer he put her arm around her waist. She was startled by the physical contact but he made it seem completely casual since he was focused on the document.
