The fragrant bouquet of her perfume hung in the air. He liked watching her from across the desk as she waved her delicate manicured fingers to make a point about her experience in corporate sales. Yes, she was quite a package sitting there before him: her charcoal Liz Claiborne suit, complemented by her Prada handbag, her matching red shoes. He could only imagine how clients must melt facing her: "Yes, Sophie...our company will buy 5 of those high speed photocopiers..." lost in her soft speech, the upward curve of her strawberry lips, her heavenly fragrance.
"Focus, Ryan!" he told himself sharply. "You're recruiting Ms. Lawson for a corporate sales job, not as your sex goddess!" Oh, but he could not focus. His thighs were tensing beneath the mahogany desk, his bulging hardness raging against the twill weave of his Ralph Lauren suit. His mind was turning over a picture of Sophie lying naked on the copier, her butt cheeks pressed onto the glass, being ridden to the slow hum of a million copies spilling from the output tray.
He wondered if she had any clue just how his fertile mind was racing, how he could not concentrate on the fact that he was supposed to be headhunting this candidate for a job. And how in his head he was hunting her for her feminine beauty. He could imagine her lying in his gold satin sheets, all messed up, her sweat beading on her creamy white skin, her back arched as she bucked under his weight. He could imagine the sweet taste of her sex on his lips after bringing her to her highest peak, not once but twice...maybe more.
The fantasy machine in his head was jolted awake by the phone on his desk ringing. It was Josh from across the hall. His buddy and childhood friend whom he had referred just 6 months ago was cooing into the phone "Oh baby...love those hips, those lips, let me do you NOW!"
"Yes, Josh, I will get that file to you right away," Ryan pulled himself out of his fantasy stupor back to his signature professionalism at this recruiting firm since day one 7 years ago. His clients appreciated him for it. So why was he falling apart right here right now, in front of this scented raven beauty?
"Uhm, excuse me, Ms. Lawson...I must bring this file to my colleague in the next office...I won't be but a moment." It was all Ryan needed to compose himself. Clutching the file to his crotch to conceal his hardness, he almost stumbled over her red clad foot on his way out. "Pardon me..." his voice trailed off as he stepped out and into the relative or so he thought safety of Josh's office, and closed Josh's door a little too loudly.
"What the fuck are you trying to do to me, man?" Ryan blurted to a grinning Josh.
"Some specimen you got there...WHAT is SHE doing Friday night??" Josh cooed again in that same come hither telephone voice.
"Oh Josh she is probably doing some gas station attendant who brings her free coffee every time she fills up!" Ryan quipped. "How should I know?"
"Well man, you simply ask her! Stop thinking with your recruiter's hat and think with that hard cock under the file you have there!" a broad, evil grin spread across Josh's baby face.
