Mariah worked in a small office in the heart of a well-to-do suburbs, and at 23, was the youngest employee there. She had a girl next door look about her, though her blue eyes were striking in contrast to her dark chocolate hair. She sat up front, greeting her co-workers with a cheery smile, and dealing with calls as they came into the office. A handful of men liked to flirt with her, and she flirted right back. She was a very liberal person and liked not only the attention but also enjoyed dishing out the teasing.
Physically she was average, both in height and weight, though she thought she had a little extra to spare. The one thing she loved about herself were her sharp eyes and her ass. Which she knew many men in her office lusted after. She wore thongs at any opportunity just so that he ass was not constricted by fabric other than her pants themselves. She knew of for sure a few men who wanted her, and they made it very clear in their looks and their way of speech. Which did not bother her, for inside writhed a deviant woman, open to just about any sexual encounter that she could find.
It was apparent in her wicked grins and the glint to her eye as she teased those who flirted with her, be it with a bounce as she hit a grande plie putting labels on boxes, or an extra sway in her hips as she walked down the hall. She had a rule however, a rule that she vowed to never break, and that was that she did not shit where she ate. Essentially she would not date and or fool around with anyone inside the office. As sorely as she was tempted by a few of them, she refused. Sex was not something that was worth losing her job over.
One day as she was in the security room she heard the main door to the room open. Expecting it to be her boss she stayed quiet, figuring that he was going to just come in to check on a tape then leave. But instead she felt a taller male body step in behind her. She turned from ordering the product in front of her and looked up at the man occupying the room.
"Oh hey Casey, whats up?" Her eyes flitted back and forth trying to read his expression. Casey was an older gentleman and well formed for his age. He stood slightly taller than her and hard dark hair with piercing eyes.
Casey shook his head. "just wondering if you needed any help in here." He looked her up and down. She wore a pair of black slacks and a red long sleeved button down top. At his height he was easily able to take a glance down her front, which he currently was doing.
Mariah smirked and snapped her fingers under his nose. "No no help needed here," she indicated the machines whirring away besides her. "Only thing i really need to do is finish rearranging this stuff here then its back up front for me." She looked back up at him and felt her eyes dilate slightly as she saw the look in Casey's eyes. That unadulterated male hunger and power and determination to take what they want. And it was quite obvious that what Casey wanted was her.
"You sure there is nothing that you need help with?" Casey re-iterated as he reached back and shut the door to the supply room.
"Pretty sure, why do you need help with anything?" Mariah asked, smirking as she sensed the deviant in her rising, even as her nerves clamored alarm bells. With a twitch she ignored them and listened to Casey.
