Tools of the Trade

[Seranova]

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The corner office of one of the largest firms in the city overlooked its neighboring buildings nicely when the blinds were drawn. In the morning hours, the sun brightened the room to a cheery hue, and in the afternoon, it glinted in an almost musical manner over the windowed sides of the great skyscrapers nearby. The view was breathtaking no matter the time of day. But Henry Thompson had far too much on his mind to be enjoying any kind of view today.

Since his personal assistant of five years had left a few weeks ago, Henry had been near desperate to find a replacement. Nobody seemed to be qualified, and none of the candidates had yet to match her allure. If there was one regret Henry had about his previous PA, it was that he’d never fucked her.

Sure, he was married. Sure, he had kids. But the thirty-seven year old man enjoyed the eye candy of an attractive woman waiting on his near every beck and call. It wasn’t like his wife had been showing much enthusiasm in the bedroom as of late. And while he had never had the courage to pursue anything more, he’d often fantasized about making Nancy Truman his in so many more ways than just a PA to her boss. Dressing her to his desires, taking her in his office, filling her with his seed at every opportunity… It certainly was an appealing prospect, to be sure. Even now, his manhood stirred beneath gray pinstripe slacks as he imagined it. But she was gone now.

He sighed heavily and ran his hands through dark, short hair, before standing and pacing the office slowly. Even in his late thirties, he still considered himself an attractive man. His face was free of blemishes and shaped with pronounced masculine lines. Green eyes shone beneath a fairly wrinkle-free brow. He was fairly tall, with an athletic build. Running helped keep him slim and in shape, and he never lost the full definition from his days more active in sports as a younger man. All this was adorned with the gray pinstripe suit, black shirt, and gray tie, which was one of his favorite combinations. He stopped pacing and stood to stare out the window for a few moments, before checking the Movado watch on his wrist for what seemed like the hundredth time over the past ten minutes. 10:55 am. His next appointment should be waiting outside his office by now.

If only he could find someone that could do the job and be as appealing as Nancy had been. It was rather dull in this building without some proper visual stimulation. And he needed something new to fuel his fantasies. The images of Nancy in his mind had become faded and stale by now.

10:56

Time seemed to crawl by on a slow wheel. Henry cursed softly under his breath and looked away from his watch again. He wasn’t sure why he was so anxious. This scheduled interviewee would probably be just as droll and boring as every other so far. He picked up her file and scanned it carefully once more. She was being sent by a temp agency, in hopes that she could fill the spot long enough for him to find another or keep it if she did well enough. The information had been nearly memorized by now, but it wasn’t really what he wanted to know. A picture would have been nice. Sad, that a person’s looks weren’t deemed important in the business world. Would make things a helluva lot easier. He chuckled softly as he pictured buxom women getting choice careers for their ability to distract men and topple enterprises with a mere jiggle.

10:58

So close. It was a matter of principle, his refusing to step foot outside that door until it was time. But it was that desire that was making him antsy. Even though the chances of this one being the girl for him, so to speak, he couldn’t help but hope and imagine the best. Blonde? Redhead? Brunette? Large or small tits? Shapely hips? An ass to bounce a quarter off of? He allowed his mind to wander and place various combinations together into appealing results. Whatever the case, he just wished it would be time already. He hated the wait. He was a man who had worked hard for his position, clawed his way to the near top of his company, and become a respected member of his community. He was entitled to and expected instant gratification. This was what Henry Thompson had earned.

11:00 am.

Finally, Henry pushed open the door, green eyes scanning, wondering just what would be waiting for him.

 

[SiaKlynn]

Sofia Magdalena Alvarez

Sofia stands in front of the narrow full length mirror hanging on the front of the bathroom door turning from side to side, frowning at the way the dress hangs on her narrow frame. She knew she had lost weight; stress does that, but why hadn’t anyone told her that she was starting to look like a bag of bones in her clothes? The job interview is tomorrow at 11am there is no time for alterations, but perhaps a few carefully placed safety pins along the seams of the waist will give the dress shape. Better yet she can wrap the purple silk scarf around the waist and pin it with a pearl broach, which once belonged to her grandmother; who knows it may bring good luck. If anything at all it breaks up the drab gray.

Reaching to her side she pulls the zipper down and slowly pulls the dress from her body the black lace bra and lace panties are designed to make her feel confident, sexy. Feelings she’s not felt in a long time. Replacing the dress on the hanger she stares at her half naked body in the mirror, skin stretched over a prominent collar bone and the slight outline of her ribcage. Three months and twenty pounds ago Joel left her and she was forced to make her own life in a strange city. The small studio apartment and its mismatched furniture in a shady neighborhood is the start of her new life.

She had moved states away from her family and comfortable life for him. During those first few days after finding out about the affair she thought about going home, but what was there? Her family had hid the truth about her mother and father and the unfortunate circumstances surrounding her conception. It had been too much for Joel to overlook, too risky to be discovered on his path to the top, so he decided to start fucking a petite blonde lawyer from the twelfth floor. There is no telling how long he’d have continued to lead the double life if she hadn’t seen him walking with her, seen him kiss her.

Tears sting her eyes and blur her vision as she continues to stare at her body feeling unattractive and alone. Wiping a few tears from her cheek she turns away from the mirror and sheds the rest of her clothing before climbing into bed. A good night’s sleep, a day off work tomorrow and a job interview in an office not located in the same building as her ex and his new love. Wrapping herself up in the blankets she slowly drifts off to sleep.

At seven o’clock the alarm sounds waking Sofia from a deep dreamless sleep. Eyes still closed her arm then body stretches across the full size bed to swat at the alarm clock on the nightstand and then plops face down on the bed. A deep breath is let out in the form of a groan into the blankets before she climbs out of bed and stumbles into the bathroom.

She begins the morning ritual with a quick workout in the complex’s small gym using aged equipment, but it was safer than jogging on the street. The remaining hours are spent having a small bite to eat and meticulously grooming. Sofia desperately wants this job and perhaps if she’s polished and pretty it’ll help make her qualifications stand out ahead of the other applicants. A pretty and capable assistant is always nice window dressing. She’s not naïve enough to believe experience earns jobs such as these. Staring at her figure in the mirror she admires how the sash brings the dress together and extenuates her small waist and the sleek pony tail tied at the nape of her neck with the tail draped over her shoulder added a touch of youthful sophistication. Glancing to the clock it’s 10am, time to leave, one final glance and she picks up her purse on her way out the door.

The ride into the city didn’t take more than twenty minutes even with one transfer, a perk for a late morning appointment. Standing in front of the twenty story building she paces back and forth trying to calm her nerves. Be yourself, smile and answer his questions concisely. Looking across the street to the bank’s digital clock 10:45, early enough to walk in without appearing too eager. The elevator ride to the eighteenth floor is slow as the car stops on nearly every floor, but when she reaches her destination the doors open into a large brightly lit reception area with a modern décor of white with black and red accents.

Sofia approaches the reception desk and greets the receptionist with a smile, “Hello, I’m Sofia Alvarez. I have an eleven am interview with Mr. Thompson.”

The woman, looking to be mid-thirties, gives a brief smile before looking to her computer screen. “Mr. Thompson’s office is to your right, down the hallway last door on the right. Wait by the desk in front of his office and he will be with you shortly.”

Sofia smiles, “Thank you.”

Turning to the right she walks down the hallway, the length of the building till it ends at an empty desk where she will hopefully sit. Straightening her shoulders the petite woman with small curves, dark eyes, olive skin and long dark hair waits; at precisely eleven am the office door opens. For the first time Sofia lays eyes on Henry Thompson and a smile lights up her eyes, she hadn’t expected him to be handsome and young. No, she had expected an older gentleman like her previous employers, but she doesn’t allow this to disrupt her performance; her happiness is dependent on getting this job. A single step forward she offers her right hand and greets him, “Hello Mr. Thompson, I’m Sofia Alvarez.”