The sun felt good on Don's suit and tie. The breeze tussled his well trimmed hair which fell back into place thanks to his hair spray. Smelling the fresh cut grass and the blossomed flowers he pleasantly gazed about the well kept city square. Charismatically he smiled at other walkers whether dressed casual, or in business attire. City traffic noises were calm and he could hear song birds confidently calling to each other from the safety of their perches.
Don confidently entered the Skyscraper and noticed the Atrium was lit up with sunlight. Almost everyone returned a pleasant smile. He felt attractive as his light weight fabric business slacks showed his trim form. He felt sexy as his panties gave a light and airy feel under his slacks almost giving a feeling of secret nudity.
His lightweight briefcase lent an air of importance, and Don carried himself with an air of confidence and dignity. Business women and secretaries all seemed to enjoy a smile with him, and he felt a mutual attraction.
Stepping into the glass elevator he was cheerfully flashed ever so slightly by a young woman in the opposing elevator giving him the thrill of an ever so brief up skirt, but one that he instantly memorized tantalized by her frilly panties hinting her camel toe above her sexy hose.
Yes it was a good day. For a moment he had a flash back of the day his lifestyle changed when he noticed some women seemed to be making a lot more money than him, and he asked what he could do to earn more.
Some of the women glanced at his wedding band as if to see if he was available. He maintained good eye contact as if to tell them he was married but indeed available. Noticing his attractive cologne, some of them kept a longer eye contact and discreetly looked down his figure hesitating at his crotch before glancing away.
Many people seemed to be on the way out to lunch. When he entered the office he was going to, the secretary said, "come in," but instead of looking at his eyes, her first eye contact was at his crotch, then nonchalantly drifted up to his eyes.
"Right this way," she said as she motioned the door to him.
Don stopped abruptly to open the door slightly until invited in, and the secretary bumped into him. She had been watching his sexy butt intensely, as his pants had crimped into his crack and showed his cute buns very well. As she regained her composure she 'accidently' felt of his butt cheeks. "Sorry," she said. She wished she could get away with running her hand through his crotch from his behind to his cock.
"I'm going to lunch," she said to her boss but discreetly making the lunch time announcement audible to Don.
"Come in," said Jack. "Lock the door behind you, thanks. I hear you are pretty good."
Memories flashed back to Don again. He had been invited in and was told he could make a lot of money, but he was going to be tested to see if he was open to that kind of thing. It was discreet, and he signed an agreement to keep it private. "Feel this fabric right here, and see if you like it, and here is the money just for that. You can see this drawer of money and there is plenty more. We will see how much you want to make today."
Jack broke the reverie, "Would you like a drink?" Jack produced a very nice bottle of bourbon. Don could smell his strong but attractive cologne. The office was very well lit, and he noticed the curtains were wide open, next to the chair Jack motioned him to. Through the window Don could see the glass walkway sky-bridge, on this 25th floor going to the next building. On either side of the glass walkway, there was an overhanging glass pod where people would stop to view the city.
Jack said, "When the sun is just right you can get a mirror effect and see right up their skirts. But as you can see you get some pretty good up skirt views anyway. Just for grins, I had the maintenance crew put in some cameras. Look over at my pc."
Don looked and saw a camera angle from the floor of the glass walkway and got some nice views of legs and panties.
Jack was standing in front of him. "Go ahead and take it out."
