"Alice! Holy Hell! Seriously! What are you doing here?"
"I'm so sorry Mr Aubrey. I called a couple of times and when you didn't answer, I got a bit concerned, so I rushed down to your room. Then, when you didn't answer my knocks I slipped the hotel maid five bucks to let me in. I told her I was your assistant, it was an emergency and I needed to see if you were all right. I'm so relieved to find you like this."
"I'm fine Alice, but, I'm also half naked! We agreed after the interview, em, experience we'd keep our relationship professional."
"Sure. Of course. But seriously, Mr. Aubrey, can I tell you, I'm so thankful you brought me along on this conference. It's so exciting. My room is off the hook! Fuckin' Vegas baby! It's my first visit. Sorry for the language, I tend to babble when I'm excited, but seriously, I'm so excited. Ok. Seriously. My real reason for dropping in like this, is I'd like to show you my dress before we head out to the gala this evening. I just started at the firm and I just don't want to disappoint or embarrass you by appearing too, eh, well, too slutty. So, what do you think?" With that she dropped her coat to the floor.
So, there was Jack, senior VP of Lewrie, Aubrey and Maturin Associates, freshly showered, but nearly naked, except for the towel around his waist, now confronted by his freshly hired, highly talented, twenty-something Executive Assistant, Alice Goodhead..
Her face beamed as she twirled about in a gorgeous little black dress that displayed all her feminine assets to a tee. The dress was a fit and flare silhouette thing that started mid-thigh, displaying her long thin legs wonderfully. It featured an all over jacquard leaf design, ribbon waistband, side zip, strapless, with a sweetheart neckline. Flirty and fun, the strapless bodice supported and presented her B, possibly C cup breasts like the treasures they were.
In case you're wondering, the only reason Jack knew all this stuff was his agency's long association with Victoria's Secret and their requirement that he knew everything about women's attire from garters to gussets.
With this outfit, Jack's new assistant was definitely going to be a prime target of all of the young executives at the gala tonight. He smirked to himself as he thought he was not sure if this was entirely a lambs to lions scenario. In this case the lamb might be devouring the lions.
Still he had to admit, Alice may actually have safely straddled that border between slutty and sexy with her provocative outfit. That was, so long as she didn't bend over. And, perhaps more importantly, so long as she was wearing panties.
And thus with this simple fashion exercise Jack was confronted by another emerging challenge.
Having just emerged from the shower, Jack was now becoming aware that the hotel towel wrapped around his waist was not adequate to properly contain his instinctive reaction to the beauty before him.
"Isn't it gorgeous! And not too slutty - right?," Alice said giggling, seemingly oblivious to Jack's emerging reaction. "I so love this dress and love dressing up," she said, "see how it doesn't flash too much," as she bent over at the hips, revealing the tops of her stockings.
Jack tried to be cool, but the bend-over move sent the final shot of blood to his engorged cock and it parted the towel, sticking out embarrassingly now between them. Jack moved quickly to tuck himself back undercover, just as Alice spun to face him. Now, he realized where is hand was he might look like he was grasping his crotch. Not a pose the HR department would give me credit for, he thought.
Alice stopped and was now looking at Jack's hand and the now very obvious bulge it was trying to cover.
Gotcha again, Mr. Aubrey.
"Oh dear, Mr Aubrey, I think you really do approve very much of my dress," she giggled. Her smile was now a mischievous grin.
"And don't you love these stockings,?" she asked as she lifted the hem of her dress up to reveal not only the intricate lace of her stocking tops but the splendid garter belt and sheer dark lace panties that covered her delicious pert mound. "I so love wearing stockings and suspenders, they're so sexy and they always get me wet."
This might have been where Jack's jaw dropped.
"And look, they have seams," spinning and now revealing her panty covered ass. "So sexy don't you think? Also, my panties are full back - just like you like. I love the sheer lace, you see?" She spun to flash her perfectly covered back and front at me. "I wore them just in case I was exposed. Only sluts wear thongs, right?" She smiled, nodding.
"Right, Jack mumbled, "Wait. How did you know about the panties?"
"Jack. You're not very clever with that internet thing are you? Your tumbler and twitter feed are filled with your perverted notions. Don't worry, your secret is safe with me."
Alice giggled again mischievously, or perhaps a bit deviously, as she continued to present the features and benefits of her attire. Somehow she managed to close the space between them. Now less than a foot away, she drew Jack's attention to her breasts.
"So, Jack, is it ok if I call you Jack on these trips?" She didn't wait for a response, "Don't you love the way the dress supports my breasts. She pressed her breasts together and leaned slightly forward. Jack caught the first sensation of her scent: Floral, musky, sweet, hot. The view was fantastic.
Then with a devilish smile, she said quietly, "Don't you just love my tits! Can you imagine sliding your cock between them?"
Just a minute, thought Jack, did she say, "Tits?" More importantly did she say, "imagine sliding your cock between them?"
"See they don't even need a bra," as she turned the dress top down, exposing her girls to me. "See how they stand up." Next, she gave her nipples a pinch and then tugged the dress top back in position, a sly smirk on her face.
