intriguess
sexual catalyst
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Marlene worked hard, and figured she'd earned the right to play hard as well. So she'd built a code word into work. When she told her assistant she had a 'headache' it meant she really needed to masturbate, so she could lock her office door and be undisturbed for a good hour. It didn't always take that long, but it definitely helped take the edge off, after power hungry meetings, or dealing with aging powerhouses who paid more attention the her neckline than the presentation. It also meant she kept a few prized toys and a small tube of lubricant handy in a hidden compartment in her desk.
There were days where she let her frustrations build into sexual frustrations, and then she let herself have a good fucking headache. Of late even that wasn't doing the trick, so her secretary had decided that the new intern should be "Headache medicine" and had lined up candidates that she thought would fill the bill.
Marlene had no idea her secretary was going to start sending in men with "headache medicine" as an added job requirement. She just thought she was interviewing interns, it was only after the sixth attractive male applicant that she began to suspect and finally looked at the fine print of the job requirement. She wasn't sure whether to be pissed off or not, but after the sixth applicant she was feeling the need for relief, so when the seventh and final applicant of the day showed up, she was a mix of angry, aroused, and outraged.
She had taken off her jacket as she was feeling hot, and had taken down her hair, the brown wavy tresses tumbling about her shoulders. Marlene needed to calm down or she was going to rip this guy a new one. The door opened, and when he came in and shook her hand, well she was thinking about just how handy those hands could be.
"So what is your greatest job strength?" Marlene was a well built woman, and dressed one step sexier than conservative, that is her shirt was silk not cotton, and her skirt was just below the knee and snug across her hips. Today her silk top was a beige color that nearly blended into her skin, and her skirt dark chocolate brown. It was January so she was wearing high heeled boots, so only a few inches of muscular calf showed between her skirt and boots.
There were days where she let her frustrations build into sexual frustrations, and then she let herself have a good fucking headache. Of late even that wasn't doing the trick, so her secretary had decided that the new intern should be "Headache medicine" and had lined up candidates that she thought would fill the bill.
Marlene had no idea her secretary was going to start sending in men with "headache medicine" as an added job requirement. She just thought she was interviewing interns, it was only after the sixth attractive male applicant that she began to suspect and finally looked at the fine print of the job requirement. She wasn't sure whether to be pissed off or not, but after the sixth applicant she was feeling the need for relief, so when the seventh and final applicant of the day showed up, she was a mix of angry, aroused, and outraged.
She had taken off her jacket as she was feeling hot, and had taken down her hair, the brown wavy tresses tumbling about her shoulders. Marlene needed to calm down or she was going to rip this guy a new one. The door opened, and when he came in and shook her hand, well she was thinking about just how handy those hands could be.
"So what is your greatest job strength?" Marlene was a well built woman, and dressed one step sexier than conservative, that is her shirt was silk not cotton, and her skirt was just below the knee and snug across her hips. Today her silk top was a beige color that nearly blended into her skin, and her skirt dark chocolate brown. It was January so she was wearing high heeled boots, so only a few inches of muscular calf showed between her skirt and boots.
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