Satiny soft legs with taut muscles and delicate ankles encased in silken
stockings. Sexy toes all dolled up with cherry-red lacquered nails glinting
teasingly at you. A skirt so short that the tops of my thigh-highs peek out
beneath it when I sit and cross my legs enticingly. I'm certainly not unaware
of my effect on you, in fact, I dress this way, act this way, to get your heart
racing and you blood pounding in your veins.
Close your eyes for a moment and imagine me as your secretary. Go ahead,
I'll wait. You certainly wouldn't dread Monday mornings knowing that I'm there
awaiting your arrival. Call me in to take dictation, send me for coffee, have
me run little errands around the office, all so you can watch my hip-twitching
strut. A good assistant tries to anticipate the needs and wants of her boss by
learning to read the subtleties of his body language but, let's face it, anyone
could read yours. It screams from miles away that you're constantly fighting to
keep your half-mast erection from becoming a full-blown hard-on when in my
vicinity.
The fact that your mind seems to be awash with thoughts of my legs, feet,
cleavage, trim little tummy and ass, would suggest that you're not getting much
actual work done and that fact makes you a bit tense, doesn't it? It's ok, go
ahead, ask me to give you a neck rub. Perhaps I'll peer over your shoulder
while kneading away your tension and see something else that could use a good
rub. Maybe I'll use my agile little feet to rub that particular part of you.
After that, anything goes, and the only raise you have to give me is the one in
your pants. |
