devastatingly high heels, precariously balanced on one another. Her earrings, danging down and shining brightly against the dark mass of her perfectly arranged hair. Her cleavage, one small drip of perfectly aroused sweat sliding down her chest and balancing on the luscious curve of her tit. Her sexy gold choker necklace, dangling so close to the delicate muscles of her neck—almost like a collar.
She took hundreds of pictures...and over the course of a glass of wine and a few hours, whittled that number down to twelve.
With a deliberately long breath, she attached all the messages and pressed send, and let him have all of it.
Along with it she wrote a message:
ExecStud,
I completely agree—you should be able to see what I look like. But I should be able to see what you look like as well. I love the look of you in that suit. Is there any way I could get a glimpse of any of the parts underneath? Your rockhard abs, or your rockhard chest, or your rockhard...other things?
But just to prove to you that I’m not all talk, here are some bits of me for you to enjoy.
If you have any requests, just let me know . I'm very happy to dress how you like.
Your
subvixen
For the rest of the weekend, she planned out a whole progression of outfits for the next week, continually pushing the issue of Todd's email out of her mind.
* * * * *
On Monday, following her plan, she wore a tight navy blue business suit with a tight, brief pencil skirt running just over her knees. Along with that, she wore the jewelry from the picture—stud earrings and her tight choker necklace. It was not a common sort of necklace, but not completely unusual.
Still, Sand eyed it curiously when he saw it on her Monday morning as she delivered his coffee.
“That's an interesting piece,” he told her. “On your neck.”
“This?” Sophia smiled. “My old boyfriend gave it to me.”
“You have a boyfriend?”
Sophia smiled—she had hoped he would asked.
“I did. Not anymore.”
She strutted out of the room elaborately, letting him ponder that.
On Tuesday, she wore a tight navy suit jacket top with skintight leather leggings. By now, she was easily pushing the boundaries of good taste...but she didn't care. She figured if he fired her for being too sexy, then that was the perfect excuse to let him know that it had all been for him. From the photos she took, she wore the tall black heels with the red bottoms.
That caught his attention all right. Those heels were over five hundred dollars—an incredibly expensive birthday gift from Todd, in fact, a few weeks after their engagement. He never once complimented them on her.
“You’re looking sharp today, Sophia,” Sand said to her, as she strutted in and dropped off a stack of paperwork for him to sign. “I don’t want it to seem as though I’m not noticing the effort you’re putting in.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful, Sir,” she said, her voice a soft, easy purr. “I’m so glad to be...sharp.”
Perhaps out of someone else’s mouth that would have sounded strange or silly. But the way Sophia held her clipboard so close to her chest, and the way that she let the word slide longways out of her mouth guaranteed that Sand at least knew she had other things on her mind.
Her smiles became easy, sultry, and permanent. She wanted him to know that she was in a good mood around him—that she was, in fact, just generally happy. Who wanted to be with someone who was down all the time?
Besides her, of course, wanting to be with Sand. But that was different. His mood would improve once she was sucking his cock regularly behind his desk. A nice little blowjob with every little drop of coffee he took down. Wouldn't that be nice?
She could just spread his muscled thighs, let his hot blond pubic hair tickle her nose, and engorge herself on his fat, incredible cock...
In the afternoon, she caught him working out, delivering paperwork that she had described as “urgent.” The hardness of his
She took hundreds of pictures...and over the course of a glass of wine and a few hours, whittled that number down to twelve.
With a deliberately long breath, she attached all the messages and pressed send, and let him have all of it.
Along with it she wrote a message:
ExecStud,
I completely agree—you should be able to see what I look like. But I should be able to see what you look like as well. I love the look of you in that suit. Is there any way I could get a glimpse of any of the parts underneath? Your rockhard abs, or your rockhard chest, or your rockhard...other things?
But just to prove to you that I’m not all talk, here are some bits of me for you to enjoy.
If you have any requests, just let me know . I'm very happy to dress how you like.
Your
subvixen
For the rest of the weekend, she planned out a whole progression of outfits for the next week, continually pushing the issue of Todd's email out of her mind.
* * * * *
On Monday, following her plan, she wore a tight navy blue business suit with a tight, brief pencil skirt running just over her knees. Along with that, she wore the jewelry from the picture—stud earrings and her tight choker necklace. It was not a common sort of necklace, but not completely unusual.
Still, Sand eyed it curiously when he saw it on her Monday morning as she delivered his coffee.
“That's an interesting piece,” he told her. “On your neck.”
“This?” Sophia smiled. “My old boyfriend gave it to me.”
“You have a boyfriend?”
Sophia smiled—she had hoped he would asked.
“I did. Not anymore.”
She strutted out of the room elaborately, letting him ponder that.
On Tuesday, she wore a tight navy suit jacket top with skintight leather leggings. By now, she was easily pushing the boundaries of good taste...but she didn't care. She figured if he fired her for being too sexy, then that was the perfect excuse to let him know that it had all been for him. From the photos she took, she wore the tall black heels with the red bottoms.
That caught his attention all right. Those heels were over five hundred dollars—an incredibly expensive birthday gift from Todd, in fact, a few weeks after their engagement. He never once complimented them on her.
“You’re looking sharp today, Sophia,” Sand said to her, as she strutted in and dropped off a stack of paperwork for him to sign. “I don’t want it to seem as though I’m not noticing the effort you’re putting in.”
“Oh, that’s wonderful, Sir,” she said, her voice a soft, easy purr. “I’m so glad to be...sharp.”
Perhaps out of someone else’s mouth that would have sounded strange or silly. But the way Sophia held her clipboard so close to her chest, and the way that she let the word slide longways out of her mouth guaranteed that Sand at least knew she had other things on her mind.
Her smiles became easy, sultry, and permanent. She wanted him to know that she was in a good mood around him—that she was, in fact, just generally happy. Who wanted to be with someone who was down all the time?
Besides her, of course, wanting to be with Sand. But that was different. His mood would improve once she was sucking his cock regularly behind his desk. A nice little blowjob with every little drop of coffee he took down. Wouldn't that be nice?
She could just spread his muscled thighs, let his hot blond pubic hair tickle her nose, and engorge herself on his fat, incredible cock...
In the afternoon, she caught him working out, delivering paperwork that she had described as “urgent.” The hardness of his
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