She was mesmerizing, absolutely so, and I can say that without the slightest hint of exaggeration. She was my dream woman, but not just mine- oh no, judging by the way she turned heads as she walked, she was busy occupying quite a few others', too.
Michael's and Associates isn't a riveting place on its best day, but on a Monday at 8am it's at its absolute worst. Almost anything can be categorized as exciting when half the staff is busy clearing out their inbox and slurping down luke warm coffee. We'll take anything we can get, and we're not beneath oogling a pretty face. Really, who is? So, when foxy Miss Red pranced in, we were all too eager to sit back and enjoy the show. I'm no pro at reading lips, but it didn't take long to figure out that my useless, Sea Sponge of a boss was leading Red around and performing obligatory introductions. Who was this mystery creature and why all the pomp and circumstance? I'm left with baited breath and more than my curiosities growing as she's led quickly past me, her hips swaying side to side with an overt sensuality that's barely contained by her skintight pencil skirt.
It doesn't take long before the rumors start swirling around the office. Some say she's the boss's latest fling, we all know he has a sweet spot for well-dressed temps, but my more credible sources say that she's filling the team member spot that's just been vacated by Michael's and Associates most recent victim- we told Bob to lay off the Dunkin Doughnuts and Marlboro breaks, but he never listened. It isn't until after lunch that the office tension becomes so palpable that the head honcho decides to finally make a formal announcement. He clears his throat to get the attention of the pod, as if he needs to direct attention towards them; every eye in the place is settled on the redhead in stilettos. There's a confidence about her that's easy to spot. The way she's perched on those heels, one hip jutting out, her right hand falling perfectly into the curve of her hip- she's sexy and she knows it. That's powerful and that's...delicious. All the men in the pod are drooling over their keyboards, fabricating fantasy after fantasy in their filthy heads. She's being bent over every desk in the place right now, on her knees in front of every rolling chair...and she loves it. I barely catch the actual introduction, but learn that the rumors are true. She is the newest project manager and my new team mate.
"I'll let you go make some more intimate introductions with your new coworkers, Annie." the Sponge offers before clomping back to his office; probably to jerk off like the rest of us are dying to.
At the mention of intimate introduction, I make eye contact with my cube mate, Paul, and he winks. I know what he's thinking; I'd love to make some intimate introductions with her, alright. Our teenage wet dreams are interrupted by the soft sound of a polite throat clearing. I can tell who it is by the way Paul's brows raise before I even swivel around. I turn and see Red standing right behind me- she's even more stunning up close and I use the spare seconds to drink her in. She has long, red curls that fall past her shoulders, her green blouse is buttoned modestly, but it can't hide the delicious swell of her pert breasts. Her curves are classic; a tiny waist perfectly sets off her rounded hips and thick thighs. I'm dying to see her from behind again, the way her heels perk up her perfect ass has shallow-ed my breathing.
She licks her lips before she speaks, making her dark, red pout glisten, "I'm Annie Morgan, you're new partner on the Daisy Made Cakes line." Red sticks out her hand, thin fingers are accented by dangerous claws, her lips crack into a Coke-a-Cola grin as she shakes my hand firmly.
I can't even stand up to give her a proper hand shake, not without facing a sexual harassment suit. "Nice...I'm uh-I'm Adam," I stutter, like an idiot, but I can't manage much else. My thought process is clouded with images of Red straddling my lap, her tight skirt riding up to her waist so that she can get those gorgeous legs on either side of me.
Her grin fades, but judging by the smirk that's left on her face I can tell that she knows what she's doing to me and she loves it. Powerful, beautiful, and dangerous- her attributes are growing. "I have a lot of new hire paperwork to take care of, but if you don't mind staying after a bit, I was hoping that you'd get me up to speed on this client?" She asks as if it's even a question, I can practically see Paul biting his knuckle behind the half-wall; this isn't something you say no to.
"Yeah, yeah of course," the words spill out too quickly, I can't keep my cool with her. She has my body completely tense; my shoulders are pressed up to my ear lobes.
"You're a doll," she purrs before turning on her shining, black stilettos and sauntering away. My eyes immediately land on her tight ass. I notice that I can't make out any panty lines, and my mind starts to turn over what she has, or doesn't have, beneath that tight skirt.
