Corporate/Jade's Interview
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| - | On the day of her interview, Jade wasn't shy at all about advertising ''all'' of her assets. | + | On the day of her interview, Jade wasn't shy at all about advertising ''all'' of her assets. She'd shown up with a high hemline that exposed surprisingly lush, lean thighs, her calves wrapped tightly in stockings which coyly intimated that her evident runner's legs definitely looked damn good in solo shorts. Every few answers, she'd tantalizingly slide them against one another with smiling lips covered in licorice-colored lipstick and coquettish brown eyes punctuated by bouncing black curls. With a penetratingly inviting gaze like hers, you were half convinced she could see through the hardwood desk separating your bulging erection from her eyes, and was taking great pleasure in teasing it up higher against the fabric of your trousers. Her ability to maintain her mischievous allure while gleefully providing satisfying responses to your questions, somehow keeping an air of devilishly plausible deniability, was enough reason for you to hire her right then and there. |
But Jade proved herself to be an overachiever at heart. | But Jade proved herself to be an overachiever at heart. | ||
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| + | At the conclusion of the interview, Jade nonchalantly unwrapped her legs, stood up, and allowed you to walk her across your office to the door. You opened the door for her, and she motioned to move through it without so much as a glance at you - before abruptly stopping and turning to face you, an exaggerated, puzzled look on her face. She then put her hand under her chin and looked up at the ceiling as though in deep consternation. Just before you could ask her what was wrong, she startled you by hopping up in a moment of apparent realization - an impressive feat while in heels - and saying "Oh!" | ||
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| + | She then held her hand out to you to shake, giving you an impishly apologetic smile. "Sorry, I guess I was more nervous than I thought," she said brightly, her other hand running through her curls. "Thank you for meeting with me today..." She was the picture of innocence with her hazel eyes looking up at you, awaiting your reconciliatory hand, and you couldn't resist her precocious charm. | ||
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| + | So you were quite surprised when, as you were extending your hand to meet hers, she deftly grasped it and brought your hand between her thighs | ||
[[Category:Corporate|Jade's Interview]] | [[Category:Corporate|Jade's Interview]] | ||
Revision as of 00:23, 6 August 2016
On the day of her interview, Jade wasn't shy at all about advertising all of her assets. She'd shown up with a high hemline that exposed surprisingly lush, lean thighs, her calves wrapped tightly in stockings which coyly intimated that her evident runner's legs definitely looked damn good in solo shorts. Every few answers, she'd tantalizingly slide them against one another with smiling lips covered in licorice-colored lipstick and coquettish brown eyes punctuated by bouncing black curls. With a penetratingly inviting gaze like hers, you were half convinced she could see through the hardwood desk separating your bulging erection from her eyes, and was taking great pleasure in teasing it up higher against the fabric of your trousers. Her ability to maintain her mischievous allure while gleefully providing satisfying responses to your questions, somehow keeping an air of devilishly plausible deniability, was enough reason for you to hire her right then and there.
But Jade proved herself to be an overachiever at heart.
At the conclusion of the interview, Jade nonchalantly unwrapped her legs, stood up, and allowed you to walk her across your office to the door. You opened the door for her, and she motioned to move through it without so much as a glance at you - before abruptly stopping and turning to face you, an exaggerated, puzzled look on her face. She then put her hand under her chin and looked up at the ceiling as though in deep consternation. Just before you could ask her what was wrong, she startled you by hopping up in a moment of apparent realization - an impressive feat while in heels - and saying "Oh!"
She then held her hand out to you to shake, giving you an impishly apologetic smile. "Sorry, I guess I was more nervous than I thought," she said brightly, her other hand running through her curls. "Thank you for meeting with me today..." She was the picture of innocence with her hazel eyes looking up at you, awaiting your reconciliatory hand, and you couldn't resist her precocious charm.
So you were quite surprised when, as you were extending your hand to meet hers, she deftly grasped it and brought your hand between her thighs
