Thread: Scouting Talent (incendonocturne and Jack Stalker)

Well, there's setting a standard and then there's setting a unreachable goal. If talent coming through those doors really see you as the standard for appearance, then I'm surprised that any continue on into the building at all. he chuckled, shaking his head. He wondered if she was curious as to why he was spending his time selectively with her, not even taking the tie to introduce himself in passing to her boss. Whoever else was working there was irrelevant, she was the only person who commanded his attention and sent shudders and jots of craven desire throbbing through his body to settle in his cock. Again he was afforded a chance to drink in the look of her thighs, her calves, her perfect heel clad feet, as she slid into his limo. He made sure he sat close to her, on her right, as he passed her the glass of the champagne he'd been saving for such an occasion, striking gold. My smarts got me where I am today, but my hunger, my desire, my craving to succeed and to get the very best for myself, well, that was partially inspired by the unattainable rewards I wanted back then, which I promised myself I would attain once I was old enough, rich enough, powerful enough and dedicated to achieving the impossible. he grinned. What do I recall about you? I recall that you spent far too much time chasing after men who had no brains and bodies committed to tossing a football around. Men like that weren't worthy of you, of course, but you were younger than you are now, so it's excusable. We all make mistakes, but as we get older, wiser, we learn to make better choices. We learn to grasp at opportunities which come our way. We learn what is in our best interests, career wise and we snatch at those things. Don't we? he told her, sipping his drink. I'm certain that with how long you must have been working there, you must have felt like your opportunities had passed you by. he frowned. Your boss would never allow you to move up and away from that desk... you are better looking than she is, more talented, more eager to get ahead with your youthful exuberance and streak of ambition... surely? he explained with a twisted smile. However, Jealousy doesn't rule my decision making. My desire to see you advance and better yourself is driven by other motivators, pushed by other desires and needs, for my own well being and that of the company. A friend in a position of influence, power, policy making, is better than a dozen strangers. he concluded. He continued to rape her with his eyes as he spoke to her, unashamedly trailing his heated gaze up those perfect legs and across the dress plastered to her tight body until he was staring into her eyes, reading her. His body shifting to face her on the couch, his reassuring right hand resting on her knee as he spoke. You think you can handle my demands? Really. he asked, his hand unmistakeably sliding and easing a little up her leg, past her knee. His fingers heating the flesh of her inner thigh as his hand passed the line of polite and acceptable contact by a few inches. His expression serious, focused, his eyes burning with a fire behind them which flared with the stroking of his fingers against her perfect pale unblemished flesh. You seem quite calm about things Keira. I'm surprised, it can't be every day that a man as powerful and influential as myself offers you the golden ticket. It can't be everyday that you are given the chance to step out from a dreary and dull existence and lay claim to a far better job as a P.A. Travel, a better place to life, company perks, power over employees who in the past may have sneered and looked down at you? Those things don't come easy to receptionists who have failed to step out from the shadow of a jealous and career destroying boss, like yours. he told her, pausing to remove his hand to top up her glass, retuning it to where it had been without a second thought. Why don't you tell me what you think my needs are, and how you can service them.. and then I'll tell you what I want you to do... and how you can thank me, thank me for taking you away from that dreary life you started this morning, towards something far better. he offered. Placing his drink down he tagged his tie loose then stripped it off with his left hand, opening the top button of his shirt, despite the cool interior of the AC shielded limo. He moved his hands again afterwards, reaching down, sliding his fingers all the way down her legs to her heels which he slipped off her feet. You must be tired after wearing those all day, get comfortable, it'll be a while before we get where we're going. he added casually, a cocky confidence in his tone as he pushed the boundaries of decency and familiarity.