This story is an online roleplay I did with the very sexy Sasha. I plan on posting an audio of this story as well if you would prefer to listen rather than read.
( SASHA)
"Is this outfit too sexy?" I asked my sales associate and coworker as we prepared for a day of medical sales meetings.
"Oh no sweetie, said my well dressed gay coworker. In my hip hugging shirt skirt and my tight white button up dress shirt, I stood in the mirror getting ready for my first sales pitch. "You are dressed to kill girl!" he said, and kill we did.
After opening an extra button on my shirt, and closing three of the biggest sales in company history, my sales partner Max and I hit the bar for celebratory drinks.
Getting ogled in a bar was a common experience but this was my first business trip and being single it presented a new and interesting situation. It was old hat for Max, and after three drinks he hooked up with another conference goer and asked me if I was going to be ok.
"I can take care of myself Max, have fun and I'm gonna head up to my room and turn in."
As I pushed the button to close the elevator doors, a manicured hand pushed in and I, at 6"2" in heels, for once, looked up at a very handsome distracted man who seemed to be in a hurry.
"Hmm, must be an executive," I thought as he pulled out his special key to the luxury suites, paying me no mind the whole time. A quick "pardon me" and a full body scan, once he realized that he almost knocked me over, followed, and it was clear he liked what he saw. "So rude of me," said the very handsome man and, as I looked up in his eyes, I could feel his intensity and power. Usually I'm the one who holds the space and controls the room, just ask the three men I just dominated in the sales meetings.
But this man oozed confidence and strength and his lack of even noticing me made me feel a little intimidated, something that never happens.
When he quietly uttered, "So rude of me," I smiled and dropped my eyes to his gaze.
He had me. We both knew it in that moment and whatever game we were going to play from here on out, we both knew he had already won. It happens in the boardroom all the time and my size snd sex appeal always wins that first exchange.
Maybe it was the drinks, or the suit, or the strong masculine energy that filled the elevator, but whatever it was, I was blushing like a little girl.
"I guess you're in a rush to get to that rooftop suite. Don't let little old me be an obstacle," I said coyly, pursing my lips on the straw and finishing my margarita.
( JOE)
The blush would have reinforced the innocent ploy if I'd been naive, but I knew better. I could see the way she was dressed. She had very deliberately chosen to display her feminine assets to get whoever she met with thinking with the wrong part of their anatomy when they answered yes to whatever question she posed and signed on the dotted line before they even knew it. Maybe she misjudged that I'd fall for the innocent little girl act that would never work on me. No, that didn't seem likely. I think she was genuinely, if momentarily, flustered and trying to hide it. This young lady knew exactly what she was all about and how to get it, and a moment's reflection would tell her I wasn't interested in easy prey, but in big game. I caught her off guard, and now I had the advantage on a flustered tigress.
"I can be single-minded. My VPs call it locked-in, at least when they think I'm in hearing distance."
I took a sideways glance at the elevator's buttons, then quickly focused back on her. She'd pressed 4 and my suite was on the top floor, 15.
I kept our eyes locked, and waited until the elevator dinged and the doors opened onto the 4th floor.
"You don't really want to get off..., yet. Do you?"
I didn't block her path, but I let her see my eyes take their time to devour her again from bottom to top in a way I knew she couldn't miss. Her calves were accentuated by those sexy high heels and she was showing a good deal of thigh in that short skirt. Her left leg was slightly in front of her right, in that model's pose that accentuates a woman's hips. She was tall, but I was taller, and I let my eyes linger just for a second at the view I got down her cleavage, before returning to her eyes and giving her a look intended to freeze her in place.
( SASHA)
In a sales negotiation, the first one to make an offer loses the exchange. This guy was no salesman, and his humble brag about "my VP's" was an intentional toss out to let me know that this wasn't some frat boy looking to get a story to tell the boys back at the office. No, this guy was the real deal. Handsome and fit, a full three inches taller than my 6'2 in heels.
He drank me in at that moment and there was no doubt in my mind that he knew he could handle all of me.
It was time to get him to make an offer.
He was kicking the tires and I'm sure he wanted a test ride, but after recovering from my initial weak blush, I was back at the table and I struck my best pose.
Most men show a tell when I present a long toned leg and take a deep breath that sets my D cup boobs, literally, in their face.
But this man didn't flinch, he had tasted the finest things in life and it was clear that nothing about me made him nervous.
"What would you propose I do? " I said as I stepped my leg across the space into the hallway of my floor. My intentional toe extension in my high heels did not go unnoticed. A smirk crossed his lips as he took in every muscle from my thigh to my pointed toe. A strong play and by the bulge in his perfectly tailored pants it was clear he liked the parry.
This was no college boy I was dealing with and he wasn't about to melt like all the boys I dispatch with ease. I held my pose with confidence, but deep down a part of me wondered if I was baiting a lion in a $3,000 suit.
( JOE)
I smiled. The tigress is too proud to surrender. But she's left herself vulnerable with that one foot in, one foot out of the elevator. Soon the elevator doors will start to close, and she'll have to make a choice.
"There's quite a view from my suite. Unmatched..., except for the one you get in your full-length mirror."
Now she has to make a decision. Walk away in her lonely pride or admit what we both want--and what she's willing to let me take. If she turns back, it will be as if I tugged on a leash around her lovely neck and pulled her to me. Clearly she was used to playing on men's desires, but, deep down, that only stirs contempt for the men who can be manipulated so easily. It also leads to a lonely life. A tigress needs a mate that can tame her--and a tiger craves only the best and the strongest to show his dominance. She clearly was the best. But then, so was I.
(SASHA)
Clever man. He put the decision back on me with the doors ready to close. As if there was a decision to make. I'd never felt the kind of cool heat that was coming off this beautiful hulk of a man. I was just 24 years old and my confidence around men was unmatched. Until now. He was luring me back into the cage selling the charade that it was my decision. There was no decision to make. I was as drawn in to stepping back in that elevator as a moth to a flame.
He wasn't another toy that I'd leave once I'd finished playing with it. He was an apex predator and was pulling me back into the elevator with an invisible hand on my hip. I took one last shot at having agency when I knew I was no longer in charge.
"I'm sure you've got a full length mirror in your suite," I purred.
