Millenniums spent a seductive preserved cadaver, yielded ample time to perfecting my skills in enticing my prey. It was a brisk November evening and the moon was just a slither. Under the pearly light I watch him from my window.
I had watched him for weeks, obsessing over every intricate detail of how would take that man. He was absolutely delicious and one of my favorite treats...an alpha male.
Today this tantalizing temptress would play her most daring role yet: Personal assistant. Durning my evenings of researching my anonymous man, I was made aware the perfect way to shimmy my way into his life, would be through his job. My mister alpha male was married to his work, so it was my best hope of earning his attention.
A crisp white shirt, a sinfully tight pencil skirt, high heels and bedroom eyes, behind classy frames was what I donned that morning. Not exactly your standard office wear.
The linoleum flooring clicked with each graceful step closer to his office. A smug grin varnished my lips. Heads turn with each swaying of my hips.
Humans. So instinctually motivated by animalistic needs, it was all so humorous to think I was once in a mirroring state of mind.
One foot in front of the other, until was at the door, respectively labeled: Anderson Cunningham. With a knock I was granted entrance into the realm where 'sexy' truely resided.
"Yes, you must be Elise." His striking ashen eyes, lingered on my figure a few moments longer than necessary.
"Yes, I am she. How very nice it is to make your acquaintance Mr. Cunningham." I approached his large magnolia desk and firmly shook his hand. Even sitting down I was aware of his eminence in height. My hand appeared child-like and delicate in his as we formally introduced ourselves.
After we were acquainted, Mr. Cunningham walked me through my duties as personal assistant. I zoned out about half way though our conversation, mesmerized by his eyes. They were unlike any gray eyes I had seen in my centuries roaming the earth. His irises resembled smooth black stones twinkling in shallow ponds of platinum.
"Do you understand Ms. Adams?"
Disoriented I shook my head. I could tell he knew that I was not listening to him as well as he would of liked.
"Okay, seeing how you were ignoring me, I think it is a better time than any, to bring up how you will be disciplined after disobedience." His words were flat and emotionless but his mouth was turned up in one corner to a half smile.
Standing now, Mr. Cunningham walked to the opened door and closed it. I looked at him through my glasses pondering what his next move was. He moved slow and deliberately, obviously aware of my curious gaze. Now sitting in his chair he motioned to me with a hand gesture. I did as I was told not wanting to displease my new 'boss', and walking over until I was looming over the man.
Mr. Cunningham put each of his hands to my waist, pulling me forward, while simultaneously doubling me over. Now I was across his lap, buttock up in the air. It only took a second to anticipate what was going to happen next.
A firm slap was given to each cheek leaving a stinging sensation even through the material of my pencil skirt. My panties began to dampen with the foretaste of his hand on my ass. Mr. Cunningham placed an additional four slaps on each cheek before administering a soothing rub to my whole ass.
"You took that well Ms. Adams, though I do try to be gentle the first time." Mr. Cunningham help me up from his lap.
He had just violated so many work place codes of conduct but yet seemed so unconcerned. Maybe this was why the position of personal assistant for Anderson Cunningham had a high turn over rate. Maybe some women couldn't handle the power dynamic he demanded.
He did not look at me after my short spanking session, he just resumed reviewing his the papers on his desk as he had before I entered the room. After getting myself sorted I slowly moved for the door. "Just remember Ms. Adams you signed a legally binding contract...I just only hope you read it's entirety."
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I tried occupying myself with the poems of Tennyson, as I usually did, since I was eternally unable to sleep. Though tonight my mind seemed to be elsewhere and unable to focus. The distraction of the thought of that man—that human man. Bloodlust bubbled inside of me. No man had ever made me more voracious for his blood
The next day Mr. Cunningham behaved as if nothing had happened the previous day, so I followed his lead. Even when I bent down in front of him to retrieve a file on the very bottom shelf, yielding an ample view of my ass, he did not seem to notice.
The weeks went by until I went through my daily schedule like a tediously practiced ballet. Answering phone calls, setting up appointment, staff meetings, faxing, filing, I did it all. At one point I realize I was not here to actually be a contributing member of the faculty but to selfishly drain this man of his hemoglobin.
Today I would lure him with my feminine wiles and my hourglass physique. The calendar marked February 14th and my hunger was growing more peremptory. The day was like any other on the wheel of the 'rat race', except for the red and pink construction paper hearts plastering just about everything. Thanks to Hallmark and all the other card companies, cologate white smile where on the face of every babbling idiot, woman, and child. Woman swoon at their gifts of gas station standards: flowers, candy, and teddy bears. Men applied a little extra cologne, hoping to be picked up by a desperate lady on this Cupid day.
Right after I picked up Mr. Cunningham's latte from Starbucks, I proceeded with my plan. There he was like every other day, scribbling away at his clipboard and typing mindlessly into his computer. The door was cracked but I knocked lightly as a courtesy.
"Come in." His words were flat, like unattended champagne.
I came into his office and rested his hot caffeinated drink in his arms reach. I must admit Mr. Anderson Cunningham looked delicious—in every sense of the word. Today he was wearing a crisp white shirt and a pale pink tie. His shaggy brown hair was tossed just the right way it seemed.
"I've checked your schedule sir, and today is a light day..you could actually go home early if you'd like." I said wishfully.
He said nothing at first, just reached for his drink and took a long careful swig. But then without warning his eyes met mine as if he was lifted from a spell.
Mr. Cunningham didn't look through me, like he did so many days. He looked right at me. He's gaze ventured past my amygdaliformed eyes to all down my body. Over my voluptuous C-cups sitting up in my pink mini dress, down the slopes of my curves, and finally lingering at my legs. I felt naked with his piercing glances but I loved it.
"Ms. Adams...Elise, you look very pretty today." He let the words drip from his mouth like he didn't even believe he was saying them.
My full lips showed the slightest of a impish grin. I just looked at him, expectant that he had something else to say.
"Ahem...sorry if I'm making you feel uncomfortable, I'm usually not this forward, but maybe If you don't have any plans, you'd like to go out today?"
He rubbed his collarbone as he said this, a nervous habit, how cute. I shifted my weight to the other leg and adjusted my dress. I loved the tension he released waiting for my answer, but finally I 'threw him a bone'.
