Her Billionaire's Erotic Rules (#1 The Interview): Erotica (Erotic Sex Stories) by Anjah Cavalli Page B

him,” she whispered.  “Get on the table
and go to him.”
     
    I thought I misunderstood her. 
Was she telling me to crawl to him?  But T.G., still seated at the far end of
the table, held out his arms, gesturing like a parent to a child taking its
first steps.  His hands beckoned me to come forward.
     
    Nora guided me up onto the table,
first one knee and then the other.  She pulled off my shoes and then gave me a
light slap on the butt to propel me.  I’m a very shy person and would have
collapsed in laughter at the thought of how ridiculously unprofessional I must
appear, but between Nora’s insistence and T.G.’s encouragement, I crawled along
the table like someone who’d crossed a desert and had spied an oasis.  I was
compelled to move forward.
     
    The conference table was at least
twenty feet long.  I had to crawl slowly along the hard surface to avoid
putting pressure on my knees.  I felt my skirt hike up to the middle of my
thighs.  Nora walked alongside of me, keeping pace.  I stared straight ahead at
the handsome, smiling man who had just offered me a future filled with
opportunity and recognition.  Finally, an opportunity to advance within the
corporation.  All I had to do was crawl toward it.
     
    “Stop!” he said, suddenly, as I
neared the middle of the table.  “Now turn around facing the other way.”  I
pivoted around, my backside facing him.  “Continue toward me, facing that
way.”  I did as he instructed, crawling even slower now.  Trying to appear as
graceful as I could under the circumstances, I shifted to one hip, one butt
cheek out, extended my leg backward, then shifted to the other side.
     
    “Magnificent,” he declared. 
“Rachel, you have an ass that men would fight wars for!”  I giggled at that. 
“Shhhh,” he scolded.  “Just keep coming back, slowly; that’s it.”  I knew I was
nearing the end of the table when I felt his hands clasp my buttocks, bringing
me to a halt.  His fingers squeezed and kneaded the roundness of my butt and
stroked my hips.  I felt like I might faint.
     
    “I have to see your ass,” he
whispered hoarsely.  “Some bodies look better clothed, but I have a hunch
that’s not the case with you.”  His hands ran up my thighs, pulling the skirt
up with them.  I felt the skirt flip up on my lower back.  I was now exposed to
him.
     
    “Gorgeous!  Nora, come look at
this.”  Nora walked out of my view.  I heard an intake of breath behind me and
then a hand touched my lower back and trailed down and around my ass.  Then a
firm slap on my right ass cheek sent a tremor through my whole body.
     
    I heard a chair sliding along the
carpet and his body pressed against my back, enveloping me in an embrace.  His
hands clasped and squeezed my breasts, as he pulled my bottom against himself. 
“What are they?” he asked.  “34B’s?”
     
    “Yes!” I choked.  My blood was
racing and my body felt inflamed.  I was being mauled and I loved it!
     
    “Lie down on your back, now,” he
said.  I did as I was told, crumpling onto the table.  My knees dangled over
the edge and I felt my legs being parted.  “Help her!” he said to his
assistant.  Nora took my hand and brought it down to my panties, rubbing it
along my pussy.  When she let go, I continued to rub myself, pushing the silky
material between my lips, in and out.  I stared at the ceiling.  Had the lights
gone down?  It seemed darker in the room.  Or had I been transported to another
place, to some laboratory of depravity where I was a specimen to be observed
and probed?
     
    Nora leaned over me, her face
inches from mine and began unbuttoning my blouse.  She leaned closer, her
breath warm on my face, smiling as her hands undid my blouse.  Her hand slipped
inside the blouse and along my belly, then snaked inside the cup of my bra,
caressing my breast and squeezing the nipple.  Her lips brushed mine and I
breathed into her mouth.  At the same