Thread: Scouting Talent (incendonocturne and Jack Stalker)

Her beauty was indescribable, but he had to wonder if not fantasize about how she would look with her hair plastered to her flesh, her skin glowing with sweat, her eyes just as wide with surprise.. not from meeting an old friend, but from taking his cock all the way to the hilt in her tight youthful cunt. She was an object of desire, a fantasy made flesh and he was going to be having her, taking her, bending her to his will as soon as was humanly possible. His cock was already a beast, staining and swelling within his pants and his arousal was allowed to rampage unchecked as he drank in her presence, feasting his eyes on her up close. She probably already had a man in her life, but i she did it was nothing more than a passing obstacle. His power, wealth and looks were undeniable and all of them demanded her attention. It was a pity to watch as her skirt slid back down her thighs, denying him the glimpse of flesh which had momentarily mesmerised him. His smile stayed on his face though as he shook her hand, powerful, controlling, her delicate digits vanishing into his grasp which was held a little too long as he looked her over. The deep V of her dress almost commanded a man to trail his gaze down to her stomach, her tight toned body a perfect compliment to the hint of breasts either side of that exposing slit. Sucked back in... he replied with a casual nod, Some places you want to get sucked into, but I agree, not that place. I'm glad you got out of there. I think you are going to find that working here will be the best decision you ever made. Having access to someone I know, someone who can be trusted, well, that makes things a lot easier. he continued, I'm certain that you aren't the sort to let working for an old friend taint your experience with this company. In fact the proposals I have in mind will likely only make you even more eager to continue working for me, servicing the needs of the company in whatever role I settle on for you. he explained. How did she get away with wearing such a dress? Her boss must be a woman, or gay, both possibilities in this industry after all. He moved to the side as he noticed her checking him out, then let his eyes shift from the computer to her ass, as her dress stretched across her firm taut buttocks, as though she were deliberately teasing him, bending before him. reminding him of every furtive glance, stalking glance and stealthy glimpse she had afforded him years ago, when all he could do was dream of a day like this. He looked about the place as she finished up, a distasteful expression on his face. He looked back at her as she turned. Have you got everything? Because you aren't going to be coming back to this place. he told her. I'm restructuring and this position will be better served by someone with less impressive credentials. You are being offered a quite different role. he informed her. He moved to her side, sliding a guiding hand onto her waist, easing it slowly around her light and petite frame as he towered over her. He could feel the heat of her skin against his fingertips through the flimsy dress and it was like a jolt of electricity pulsing through him as he moved her towards the exit. Oh... you won't be needing a tie sheet again. Your hours will be arranged by me and you will certainly have a lot of leeway to shift them about. The time you spend with me will see you being quite flexible and bending yourself to fit my needs and desires... as my personal assistant. We'll talk about it more in the car. he assured her. I'm surprised to find you in a reception role to be honest, I would have thought that your natural beauty would have earned you a higher earning position, with more power. he stopped by the limo as the driver opened the door for them, allowing her to enter first, his eyes ready to rake her with their unashamed lust, before joining her. He immediately moved to pour them both a drink. So, what do you recall about me Keira? I have to say that I recall quite a few things about you. In fact I was thinking about you just recently in fact, which makes this a remarkable situation. He unbuttoned his jacket, removing it as he settled in. It's a reasonable drive to get where we're going, I need to drop off somethings at our main building. By the time we get there, I expect you to have convinced me that you are the right person to serve my needs in the role I have planned for you. A company car, access to the jet, a new apartment to facilitate you being close and at hand... a raise in salary, together with other perks. These just don't get offered to anyone... why should I pick you? he asked with a cocky grin, it was clear that he was planning to award her such things, simply toying with her, seeing how she would react. Seeing what hoops she would jump through. He maintained a polite gaze as best he could, but the heat from his admiring glances would be something she recognised from every man who ever met her, except that this mans gaze was uncompromising and did not move away, it was challenging, perverted and lust fuelled, yet somehow professional. The white leather seats and wooden trim dominated the inside of the vehicle as it began to pull away. He passed her a glass... The desire to touch her, take her, fuck her, it built and built inside him as he waited.