J....
She was at once his favorite and most despised financial advisor. C had the book of business he needed and clients who were accustomed to borrowing, but she was regularly an insufferable bitch.
C, the product of a fine family from the Northeast, grew up in the business. U Penn and Wharton Business School educated, she worked under her father and eventually took over the team upon his retirement. Nepotism notwithstanding, C was a closer. She grew the business dramatically, closing more 9-figure-plus families than any other advisory team in the firm. Fantastic with clients, however as her success grew in magnitude so too did her ego and the ruthlessness with which she conducted herself with anyone internal to the firm.
Just beyond 40 years of age, C was physically captivating and knew how to use it. She was of medium height, 5'6", and had curves she knew how to use. She had the hourglass figure virtually all women were jealous of and men salivated over - punctuated by beautifully large natural breasts, delectably curved hips and an ass that defied gravity. Though she'd never admit it, she knew how her favored attire affected clients and internal stakeholders alike. Typically in a pencil skirt, fitted button up blouse and heels never less than 3", although technically professional attire, her often crossed legs drew attention and the curves of her body as she walked demanded admiration.
Situated in an office just down the row from J, she passed his glass front frequently, and it tormented him. J was a high net worth lender and he liked the business results that close proximity provided. She would bark for his presence to discuss one loan ask or another. Her clients regularly needed yacht upgrades or a new jet; financing for a piece of commercial real estate or leverage to fund private equity investment, all of which J efficiently provided to their mutual benefit. He built his yearly bonus on the balance sheets of her clients, and the power imbalance was clear. She noticed his eyes frequently and she knew he needed her more than she needed him.
J was a newly promoted Director within the firm, which reflected a long and successful lending career. His experience within the industry was wide and he was well regarded amongst clients, Management and centers of influence across the many markets for which he had responsibility. In every facet of his life he presented control and fine attention to detail. Liberal and progressive in his perspective. Dominant in regard to his romantic engagements.
And it was this particular dichotomy that began grating on him more and more. He craved her physically, however the power dynamic in her favor became increasingly problematic. It only made him want her more. The prospect of taking her, with or without her cooperation or compliance, took up more and more of his thoughts. It became a distraction when he was sitting across from her in her office - not helping that her desk was a glass top she was incessant in her leg crossing and had the tantalizing habit of dangling high heels from her perfectly shaped feet. Beautiful instep, perfectly shaped arches, and the heels she chose served to highlight these, of course with the sexiest hint of toe cleavage.
The more demanding she got, the more he wanted to fuck her. Every rude interaction he heard in the office made him want to take her more and more violently. Every dismissive look she gave reminded him of his desires to skull fuck those beautifully made and pouty lips. He had incorporated consensual non-consent in his play with submissives he'd toyed with, but this is the first time he'd felt the urge to actually take someone. To actually rip the slit of her skirt to expose those milky white cheeks. To press her face to the glass and unceremoniously shove his cock deep into her pussy in one thrust. His distraction grew and it became all he could think about.
C....
She was used to looks but his looks were different. She knew how her curves affected men and on occasion used cleavage to her advantage. The power her high heeled legs and feet brought her though was intoxicating. She could pick a foot fetish man out from a crowd and these were the most fun. She knew that J was one of these. While he was always professional, he just couldn't help himself when she crossed her legs at her glass desk and he had to take a peek. It was a stroke of genius having the company provided furniture moved out in favor of the glass. It gave her the upper hand in client and internal meetings alike, almost universally.
She'd done business with J for several years now and knew him to be a closer as well. He was good at his job and he represented her and her team well. Increasingly over the last few months though there had been more friction and she was cracking..
She kept the various aspects of her life very siloed. In her corporate life she was the very definition of Type A Boss Bitch - she quite literally owned everyone with whom she worked. At her core though, she yearned to utterly debase herself to a strong and worthy Dominant. The friction with J, she knew, was in the knowledge that he was an experienced Dominant. She knew it. He was too controlled in everything else not to be. He oozed ownership, which intriguingly, must be what had both of them itching. She knew she controlled his bonus, but he was aching to own her asshole.. Her body started responding whenever he was in her office, becoming uncomfortably wet when she smelled his body wash. His closeness showing the sheer magnitude of his size relative to her. He was 6'2" but had a much larger presence. He had impossibly broad shoulders and the width of his back made her bite her lip. He dwarfed her size and she longed for him to gag her on his cock. Put simply, she wanted him to have his way with her.. To use her.. To leave her in the corner cum covered and whimpering - asshole gaping and sore. Pussy and mouth thoroughly used. She struggled to keep up her persona. The loathsome nonchalance with which she regarded everyone else. When in truth she wanted to be his cum bucket, his fuckbag, the thing he used at will.
J...
The unmistakable smell of pussy... In her office. Door closed, confined space. She had grazed by him at the beginning of their meeting and he was partially hard having followed her down the hallway to her office. She was wearing her Louboutin So Kate's today - his favorite - black calfskin with the shiny red bottom. The walk was less than a minute but he was in a trance and didn't realize it until they passed closely in her office. Fitted suit pants and a large cock didn't exactly mix well. Nothing was said, but the tension was at an all time high. Then he smelled her. She was flushed. And in that precise moment, he knew he was going to take her. Maybe he wouldn't have to take her against her will, given her delicious scent, but it was going to happen and it was going to happen soon.
