Benefits Package (closed)

[lickquidsecksy]

Bryce strode into the lobby of his office building like a conquering hero. The click of his Berluti oxfords on the marble floor of the lobby echoed in the dark shadows of the lobby, bouncing off of the gold, ivory, and various rare earth metals worked imperceptibly into fixtures, hand rests, and buttons. As expensive as the lobby of Dorian & Assoc. looked, the actual price tag was far higher.

Bryce took a swig of his Vietnamese weasel coffee and punched the button that brought the elevator down from the penthouse suite to the lobby. The steel box at the top immediately hummed its way down to him. He stood there proudly as the humming increased. Bryce's' office wasn't on the penthouse floor, but these bottom-dwellers didn't know that. When the elevator finally reached the lobby, and its doors slid open to a velvet and gold interior, Bryce shot the peasants down on "G" a friendly salute before heading up.

Gotta keep the troops motivated.

 

[bankbabe13]

. Kimberly Cumstrom 21 5'10 130 short natural red hair 32C chest. 40" long legs.


I was fresh out of college majoring in business, your typical princess girly girl being the semi spoiled rich type. I wanted to break the proverbial " glass ceiling " where the good old boys club ruled and wanted to show a woman could be a great executive as well. After months of resumes I had an I interview at the new executive high rise office complex downtown. I chose the following...


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Dressed to impress hopefully using my "charms" to get an edge. I sit in the waiting room ready for my interview to come

 

[lickquidsecksy]

The chime that signaled the 57th floor was three tones. Unlike the 'ding' you got when the elevator his the first floor, 57 let you know you were about to enter a world of class and sophistication.

The floor on 57 was marble, however, a blood-red velvet carpet ran along the hall that separated the senior and junior office suites. The junior suites on the right, had single doors. The senior suites on the left had massive double-doors with brass fittings. Bryce called them "Ebeneezer Scrooge" doors whenever anyone who worked in one of those offices wasn't around.

Between the hall of junior and senior suites and the elevator, there was a large, circular waiting room. In the center was Dolores, sitting behind her circular desk, glaring at everything behind her gold, horn-rimmed glasses. Some people joked that Dolores came with the building. Sometimes, Bryce wondered if it were actually true.

"Mr. Hudson," Dolores croaked. "You have an interview."

Most days Dolores would allow Bryce to pass without taking her gargoyle gaze off of the elevator doors at the end of the hall. She was largely ignored by the staff on 57 and, out of respect, Dolores largely did the same. However, there were times when she would address a staff member.

Bryce blinked, first at the sound of his name, then as he processed the sounds Dolores made into words. Had he...ever heard her voice before? Were the times hee remembered her talking to other traders just rumors?

"Mr. Hudson!"

"Yes ma'ahhh...yes Dolores."

"A Miss Cumstrom is here to see you."

Dolores then gestured to one of the chairs that ringed her round chamber and Bryce saw a slender redhead sitting in it with her knees pressed tightly together and her hands folded over a manila folder in her lap. She was slight, appearing to float out of the chair as he approached with his hand outstretched and she stood and extended her own.

"Hi there. I'm Bryce Hudson, Associate VP of North American Logistics"

 

[bankbabe13]

" Kimberly Cumstrom " I say with a warm bubbly smile." I hope you find my resume impressive sir" making sure to put out all my honors I received and high grades in advanced classes" I know I'm young sir but I'm hungry and cant wait for the opportunity to show what a young woman can do in the executive world and be an exceptional asset to this organization. I work well with others and am great at thinking outside the box." Hoping my enthusiasm and body gives me an edge in the interview process.

 

[lickquidsecksy]

Bryce took the young woman's envelope and pretended to look it over while helping himself to a view down Kimberly's blouse. Once he was satisfied, he closed the folder, tapped it twice as if he'd found what he was looking for, and gestured for her to follow him.

"This way Miss Cumstrom. I'm liking a lot of what I'm seeing here."

 

[bankbabe13]

I follow you as you show me a quick tour of the offices and what your company does on a bit more detail. I feel your eyes scroll up a d down my body but I say nothing as I enjoy the attention. We head into a larger conference board room with a large oak table and fine leather chairs as we are to negotiate terms that may get me interested in job as you wish to see what I'm made of to see if I would be a fit for your organization.

 

[lickquidsecksy]

In the conference room, there were no cameras, just how the old fucks that ruled this floor liked it. He'd seen them end their tours of the company in this room and he followed suit.

Leaning against the thick mahogany table in the center of the room, the "War Table" they called it, he asked if there was anything else Kimberly would like to see as he helped himself to another peek down her blouse.

 

[bankbabe13]

My eyes grow wide at how fancy the big oak board room table and all the furniture appears. " what would my job duties and position here in the company be sir?" I ask naively as I just seem in awe of the large executive setting. " what does our, I mean your organization do here any rival companions to concern yourself with?" I ask as I stand inches away from the large smooth table not paying attention to how close you are to me.

 

[lickquidsecksy]

"We've got a few rivals out there but," Bryce said as he laid his hands on her shoulders. "Nothing to worry about."

Bryce was now standing behind her. He towered over her and looked over the crown of her head and down her blouse. He gave her shoulders a squeeze at the forearm, placing his thumbs in such a way that her bra straps slid under her blouse.

"In fact, I think we may have a place for you here."

 

[bankbabe13]

"So I get the job sir?!" I say with an excited tone based upon your words. I don't think much of your touches right now and feel the bra straps slip a little but leave them be as I figure adjusting them now would seem awkward. "So what does the position entail sir. What are my main duties?" I ask as I just seem in awe of being an executive type now.

 

[lickquidsecksy]

"Well," Bryce said, flashing a grin filled with perfect, white teeth. "you don't have the job yet. There is still...orientation."

Bryce eased onto the conference table and indicated for Kimberly to sit next to him.

"Why don't you orient yourself over here?"

 

[bankbabe13]

I sit on the table my 40" long legs almost but not quite hitting the floor as they dangle about 1" off the floor as I am unaware that my skirt as slid up to mid thigh. "What kind of orientation process do you guys have here at this corporation?" I ask with a friendly yet naive smile as I gaze about the large fancy looking board room imagining all the powerful decisions that get made in these very chairs, at this very table.

 

[lickquidsecksy]

Leaning in to Kimberly and flashing her a smile, Bryce put a hand on one creamy thigh.

"Well," he said, "Depends on how you orient yourself."

Bryce then came to stand in front of her, leaning over her and causing her to lean back over the table.

"The question is," he said, taking a long sniff of her hair, "Do you think you can handle this position?"

 

[bankbabe13]

Blushing a bit as my heels still dangle about and inch off the floor and naively I say " mummy yess sir I think I could handle this position, thinking you are talking about the job title and not my physical position. My perky chest rises and falls under my blouse as their is seemingly sexual tension building in the air as my "orientation" continues in the large board room.

 

[lickquidsecksy]

Bryce slipped his hand from Kimberly's thigh upward toward the "V" of her pussy somewhere in the darkness beneath her skirt. The heat radiated off of the nylon and warmed his fingertips. Leaning further in, he took a kiss from her, holding it before pulling away with a smack.

"So, let's get you hired."

 

[bankbabe13]

I am there shocked by the kiss and blushing heavily with your hand up under my skirt only mere inches away from my pussy. Hooi g your hand does not travel further or it will discover I'm shaved and pantiless under my pantyhose. My nipples begin to stiffen under my lacy bra and blouse from the tension in the room. My mind racing thinking is this commonplace for you and new female hires? Part of me says run but I dint want to let this executive opportunity pass me by if this is just an over the top hazing type thing .

 

[lickquidsecksy]

Bryce smiled at Kimberly and pressed himself against her. His hand slid up her stockinged thigh as he smiled into her startled face. Flashing two rows of perfect teeth, he leaned in and kissed her again.

Cupping the hot curve of her pussy in one hand, he slid his hand upward, letting two fingers graze her mound, pressing in on her lips seeking the hot kernel of her clit within. He started working those fingers into small circles as he whispered in her ear.

"So, do you think you're right for this position?"

 

[bankbabe13]

"Si..sir what are you...mmm... doing?" I ask as your hand moves under my skirt. Past the tops of my thigh highs to the lacy edges of my panties. Trying to change the subject I say "of course sir I am ri.. right for the position here at your company." Secretly I like your bold moves but I also blush from them as you more or less have me pinned against the large boardroom table as my heels dangle just off the floor. I gasp as your fingers edge closer to penetrating my bald slit and my breasts rise and fall under my blouse with the mounting tension as you talk to me like this is commonplace for you.

 

[lickquidsecksy]

I can feel the heat rising off your pussy as I draw circles in your clit, feeling it harden and stiffen, poking out from between your lips as a hot little kernel I keep pressing my fingers against.

Looking you in the eyes, quickening my fingers against your pussy, I smile and tell you, "You're going to fit right in here."

My cock thickening in my pants, I push against you until you can feel it against your thigh, right through the fabric. I smile and look at your creamy thigh right where your stocking ends in a lacy border before rubbing my cock against it, seeing if I can pull it a little further down.

"That is, if I can fit right in here."

 

[bankbabe13]

As you have me pinned I blush saying, " ummm sir I don't know how pro....mmmm professional this... mmmmm is" as my body reacts to your touch. You boldly talk about me seeming to have all the right "qualifications" for the position as my mind races. I should run or scream but secretly turned on by the bold moves as indo protest but only half heartedly at best.

 

[lickquidsecksy]

Bryce smiled down at Kimberly as she "warmed up" to him. The pocket between her thighs was hot and growing damp, with either sweat or something thicker. Her blue eyes were half-open, barely focused on him. He reached in and gave her clit a squeeze to open them.

"There you are."

She mumbled something about professionalism, but he knew she wouldn't struggle. He saw the way she looked at the conference room, the massive table meant to intimidate and put those unused to power at ease. She wouldn't resist. She knew what this meant and she wanted what was on the other side.

Slowly falling to his knees, he removed her heels and spread her thighs wide as he ran his tongue along the inside of one thigh. Removing his hand, he could see the imprint of her pussy in her wet panties and pressed his face against it. His tongue probed and searched fer her clit until he found it, and began to coax it out from between her lips against the damp fabric.

 

[bankbabe13]

I wiggle on the table. Not sure of what to make of the situation. I feel you pull my panties to the side and dsrt a tongue in as you hold my petite hips in place. Every time I try to say something, I feel a lick and the only skunds that exit my lips are soft reluctant moans and labored breathing. My mind conflicted, this situation so wrong yet currently feels so right as my body begins to betray rational thought.

 

[lickquidsecksy]

Bryce kept sucking until he could feel her swollen lips underneath the fabric. He kept going until he could hear her nails clattering against the massive oak table, scraping for purchase.

Finally, he stopped, rose to his feet, and smiled down at Kimberly, her hair disheveled, her eyes glazed, and sweat beading at the hollow of her throat.

"Do you think you're ready for this position?"

 

[bankbabe13]

I just nod yes. My brain wanting to say more but it was conflicted. One half enjoying the attention to the body, the other half not sure what to make of the bold moves as i stare up at the fancy lights of the boardroom as i lay on the large oak table. Heart racing a mile a minute. I go to get up only to be punbed back down and you saying " interview process not over yet."