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She was already in the conference room when he arrived. They were thefirst to arrive. She nodded as he sat down. “Hello,” he mumbled. Her attire was immaculate, as always; a very professional, nicely tailored DKYN gray skirt suit with a silk camisole under the jacket and beautiful, paisley scarf around her neck. Her jewelry was understated, yet spectacular; a strand of beautiful pearls, pearl studs and a small but beautiful amethyst ring. Incongruously, she wore open toed shoes that had higher heels than seemed appropriate for the rest of her outfit. She always wore beautiful and expensive outfits that were extremely professional. Yet she always wore those high heeled, open toed shoes. It seemed very odd and out of place with the rest of her demeanor and outfit. Paul Rudner appraised her, as he always appraised any female; as a piece of meat. She was beautiful; he had to admit, though grudgingly. She was quite tall; in her high heels, she almost reached his 6’1” height. She would have been around 5’9”. She noticed him staring at her feet, as he always did, and she could tell when he began to undress her in his mind. He had that faraway look in his eyes that she recognized. Any beautiful female has seen that look a thousand times. Though it seemed odd to Paul that she wore open toed shoes in the office, she did have beautiful feet, always perfectly pedicured with bright polish on her nails. All in all, he would enjoy taking her, at least once, if for no other reason than to take the superior acting bitch down a notch or two. She was exceedingly talented, there was no arguing that. They had both joined the company at about the same time, straight out of college. Working in different departments, they had little occasion to interact. However, as they rapidly progressed in the company, nearing the tops of their departments, they had seen more of each other. Now that they were their department heads, they both reported to the general manager of their division and interacted on a weekly basis, if not more often. There was a natural competition between them; after all, Jesse, the GM, was sixty-seven, and wouldn’t be around forever. Kuşadası escort It was generally acknowledged that either Paul or Sharon would take over, even though they were only thirty-five. There was nobody else as talented. Sharon was strictly business, and had a reputation as the “ice queen” around the water cooler for her manly stride and no-nonsense demeanor. While acknowledging her talent, Paul secretly feared that she may be given undue preference over him due to her gender, since there was so much pressure on companies to have diversity at the top ranks. He was jealous and resentful, and it came across in subtle ways, without his intending it to, when he spoke to her or about her. Yes, he would love to bag that one, even though he generally had a hands off policy when it came to co-workers. It was too messy; dumping a girl that you worked with, and had to see every day, was just not wise. He’d make an exception for this beautiful bitch, though. When Jesse and the other department heads entered the room, their staff meeting began. As always, whenever Sharon made a point, Paul had to play devil’s advocate, explaining why a different course of action might make more sense. When the company was invited to bid on a huge contract with a major prospect, Sharon and Paul were forced to work closely. The bid took several weeks to put together, and they put in long hours together, along with the members of their respective departments. The finished product was an excellent piece of work, and Jesse was highly complementary. “Knock, Knock,” Sharon said, as she knocked on the open door of Paul’s office. “Can I come in?” “Come on in,” Paul said, rising to meet her. “I just heard we won the contract,” Sharon said. “That’s fantastic.” “Yeah. I don’t think it’s supposed to be common knowledge yet. The company will want to release it to the press. However, I thought you should know. Congratulations.” “Thanks, but you get as much credit as me.” “Well, congratulations to both of us, then,” she said, as she turned to leave. “Hold on a minute,” Paul said. “I really enjoyed working with you, bodrum escort bayan and this is great news. Maybe we should get together after hours one night to celebrate.” “You mean, like a date,” she said coyly. “Well, yeah, maybe like a date. Is that a problem?” “No. You just don’t seem like the ‘dinner and a movie’ kind of guy. You seem more like the ‘hooking up’ sort.” “Skip it,” Paul said, sorry he had brought it up. “I didn’t say no. Why don’t you come by my place at eight o’clock tonight?” “Sure.” Sharon wrote down the address and handed it to Paul. “See you then,” she said, walking out of his office. “Yeah, I’ll see you then, you cute little bitch,” he thought to himself, “and we’ll see about bagging your little ass.” She lived in a very upscale condo near memorial park, one of the most desirable locations in the city. She answered the intercom and buzzed him into the building. He did a double take when she opened the door; this was certainly different than her office attire. She wore a very short microskirt with a matching halter-top. It was plain she wore no bra, as you could clearly see her tits swaying with her movements. Her stiletto heels were much higher than her office footwear. She was stunning. Though Paul already knew she was beautiful, there was no way to know just how perfect her body was in her business attire. This outfit, however, left no doubt. She had curves in all the right places, her abs were tight and sexy, and her skin flawless. “God, this is going to be easier than I had even hoped for,” thought Paul. “Come in and sit down,” she said, turning and leading him to the living area. She sat in an upholstered chair and motioned him to sit down in front of her. There wasn’t a chair, so he tentatively looked around, and then sat on the floor as she seemed to indicate. He awkwardly sat, first with his legs out to the sides, then cross-legged. Her tiny skirt rode up very high on her thighs as she sat, almost revealing the curve between her legs and her butt. Slipping off her heels, she presented one of her bare feet to Paul, saying, “I’ve seen you staring at them Kuşadası escort bayan many times. You may touch them.” “Kinky,” thought Paul as he took her foot. Her foot was perfectly proportioned with the rest of her. She was a tall girl, and her feet looked to be about a size eight. They were narrow, with long, elegant toes and beautifully polished nails. Though Paul considered himself a connoisseur of the female body…he had slept with dozens of different girls…he had never been particularly interested in feet, though this bitch seemed to think he was. He idly began massaging the foot. “Umm, that feels good,” she said encouragingly, so he began massaging it in more earnest. “Paul, there’s some things I want to say to you that you may not want to hear. I agreed to see you because they’ve been on my mind for quite a while. Whether we see each other again is entirely up to you.” “Shoot,” he said, while inwardly cringing. “Shit,” he thought. “Is this bitch seriously about to give me a lecture?” “I’ve always thought you were one of the smartest people I know, in many ways, though you’re stupid and immature in other ways. It hasn’t held you back so far, but it will as you progress further. Your behavior, and maturity, will be more scrutinized as management looks into whether to turn over significant responsibility.” “I’m doing okay,” he said. As she talked, he continued massaging her feet. He could almost see all the way up her little skirt to the promised land. He couldn’t believe how incredibly sexy her legs were. Everything about her body was perfectly proportioned, and she had a fabulous face and hair. There was nothing about this chick that was imperfect, if she’d just shut her yap, Paul thought. He began to get a very strong erection. “Yeah, you’re doing okay, but you could be so much more. You’re smart, you’re funny, you’re good looking, and people like you. However, you still act as though you’re twenty years old. You refuse to mature.” “What are you talking about?” “Okay, examples. First of all, this stupid competition you have with me. Why can’t you accept me as an equal and work together for the good of the company? Why do you have to be resentful and jealous of me? Even if you think you’re more talented and better than me, it doesn’t make you look good when you point it out.” “I’m not jealous or resentful,” he said defensively. She just let his comment drop. “And then there’s this child like pursuit of trophies.

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