First I should tell you a little about myself. I am a private design contractor. When a design company has a client make a request for a project to go from start to finish in just a short time, I am one of those people they call. HELP! I have design golf course, subdivisions, shopping centers and many roads in my two- state area.
One of the companies I have worked for on and off for the last 4 or 5 years has need of my services again. This is where LeAnn comes in. I have watched her over the last years go from a graphic designer to the VP of public relations and client services. She is what most would call a cute blond, but she is not an airhead. She’s about 5’7” slender figure with modest and firm assets. She is always wearing slacks and jackets or maybe a pair of jeans on Friday. I am not complaining because that woman knows she looks good in a pair of jeans. I have watched her work her proverbial ass off to get where she is. But the success of her professional life is shadow by her failures in her personal life. I have heard her many times talk about why she ever fell for this asshole or that one. “How could I let him break my heart again?”
From time to time I had gotten to spend a moment talking with her. She is always friendly. I could always tell when she wants to be flirty and when she was busy and did not have time for anyone or anything. I always make a point of asking her how things were and what was going on. She from time to time wanted a nice hug. When she was really playful I’d get a nice squeeze (grope) out of her.
Fast forward one week.
LeAnn has been definitely struggling. She on numerous occasions this week has commented on how empty her life is. How she doesn’t do anything but work and sleep, and sleep alone! The vision of her lying in bed in her favorite dark green satin nightie is enough to cause a man to go insane. Did I mention that we share the same favorite color, dark forest green?
For the first time today I notice how secluded her office is from the rest in the building. I reckon the need to produce video presentations and such, the company moved her into a corner away from every one else so she could turn off the lights in her office area if needed. I also notice that the front of her work desk goes all the way to the floor. An idea is starting to come to the surface.
Many of the women I have been with have passed out or finally screamed for me to stop when I give her a good tongue lashing. I always pride myself on making sure a woman is satisfied orally before we begin an type of coupling. I formulate a plan.
I have waited two days on her work load to be a little slow. I grab my cell phone and tell the guys I am going out for a minute and head to LeAnn’s office. I tell her I saw a fax for her in the basket at the front desk. She jumps up. She’s wearing one of those outfits that cling in all the right areas. I wait for her to get just out of sight and make my way under her desk.