mytasteislikecandy
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I need 4 employees looking to move up. Men or women, doesn't matter. PM me if you want to join.
Name: Allyson Woodall
Age: 30
Stats: 5'9, 145 lbs, shoulder length dark hair, green eyes. Very nice figure, 36D breasts, thin waist, full ass. Long legs and a perfect smile.
Scene: Allyson, or Ally, is owner of her own interior design firm. She has several people working in her offices, but is looking to promote one of them as her partner. All individuals that have applied for the job are very well qualified and there is no one thing that sets them apart. Ally's having a hard time deciding who to choose as her newest partner. She comes up with a plan to seperate the best from the mediocre....whoever can please her best outside of the job, will win the position.
IC:
I sat behind my desk looking out over the street below. I had a decision to make but it wasn't going to be easy. The folders of the four candidates was spread on my desk and I'd been looking them over all damned day. Evening was approaching and I had to choose tonight. I'd definitely been putting it off for too long.
I stood and went to the wet bar that was in the corner of my office. I tried to make my firm as relaxing as possible. Nights like these I was often glad that I could have a drink without leaving my office. I poured half a glass of Remy over some ice and sipped on it slowly, my mind whirling with ideas. How the hell was I going to decide? I ran the cold glass down my neck and into the low cut silk of my camisole. It was so hot outside, and the air conditioner was working overtime. Even with it going full blast, my office and the rest of the building was a little too warm. The icy temperature of my drink caused my nipples to harden under my bra and I felt my pussy twinge in response. Damn, it'd been a long time. Being a top designer and owning my own firm at 30 meant no social life, and definitely no husband. Now that the business was so big and thriving, I needed a partner. Someone to trust if I ever decided to take a well deserved vacation. I sat on the edge of my desk, my high heeled sandals falling to the floor. I ran the edge of the glass over my bare thighs and down behind my knees. Moaning as my panties grew damp, I slid the drink back up to the inside of my thighs. As the coolness neared the heat of my pussy, my mind flashed with a brilliant idea.
I placed the drink on the desk and slipped back into my shoes. Moving behind the desk, I picked up the phone and punched the extension of the first candidate.
Name: Allyson Woodall
Age: 30
Stats: 5'9, 145 lbs, shoulder length dark hair, green eyes. Very nice figure, 36D breasts, thin waist, full ass. Long legs and a perfect smile.
Scene: Allyson, or Ally, is owner of her own interior design firm. She has several people working in her offices, but is looking to promote one of them as her partner. All individuals that have applied for the job are very well qualified and there is no one thing that sets them apart. Ally's having a hard time deciding who to choose as her newest partner. She comes up with a plan to seperate the best from the mediocre....whoever can please her best outside of the job, will win the position.
IC:
I sat behind my desk looking out over the street below. I had a decision to make but it wasn't going to be easy. The folders of the four candidates was spread on my desk and I'd been looking them over all damned day. Evening was approaching and I had to choose tonight. I'd definitely been putting it off for too long.
I stood and went to the wet bar that was in the corner of my office. I tried to make my firm as relaxing as possible. Nights like these I was often glad that I could have a drink without leaving my office. I poured half a glass of Remy over some ice and sipped on it slowly, my mind whirling with ideas. How the hell was I going to decide? I ran the cold glass down my neck and into the low cut silk of my camisole. It was so hot outside, and the air conditioner was working overtime. Even with it going full blast, my office and the rest of the building was a little too warm. The icy temperature of my drink caused my nipples to harden under my bra and I felt my pussy twinge in response. Damn, it'd been a long time. Being a top designer and owning my own firm at 30 meant no social life, and definitely no husband. Now that the business was so big and thriving, I needed a partner. Someone to trust if I ever decided to take a well deserved vacation. I sat on the edge of my desk, my high heeled sandals falling to the floor. I ran the edge of the glass over my bare thighs and down behind my knees. Moaning as my panties grew damp, I slid the drink back up to the inside of my thighs. As the coolness neared the heat of my pussy, my mind flashed with a brilliant idea.
I placed the drink on the desk and slipped back into my shoes. Moving behind the desk, I picked up the phone and punched the extension of the first candidate.
