Eager to impress

DevilInDetail

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She had been working for me for a few weeks by now, but still I hadn't quite worked her out. She kept herself quiet and private whilst in the office, never really opening up socially. But she had got my attention with the way she would encourage a sale over the phone on occasion with playful flirty comments that left me wondering about what seemed to be an otherwise quiet and conservative character.

But the two weeks are up, and I needed to decide which of the two girls we took on trial would be given the permanent position.

So out went the invitation into her mailbox. 15:00 - Performance Review - Peter Worthington's office.
 
Meg saw Peter Worthington's email and suspected that she was about to get the "we really appreciated your effort" speech. Damn, she had tried so hard this time to meet the sales target. She was sure that her numbers were better than Joanne's. Since Joanne was headed out for happy hour with the sales team, it was obvious that she wasn't the one being dismissed. Meg could only conclude that she was being penalized for not being a team player; not fitting in with the office crowd. *What was Worthington looking for anyway? A sales professional or another member of the office clique?
 
As Meg knocked on the door I ushered her in. Surveying her body up and down, perhaps more obviously than I should as she enters the room, I remember why I recruited her after the interview. Offering her a chair, I take my seat behind the desk.

"Well I hope you have enjoyed working here?"

I ask, my head down in the paperwork as I note to myself that Joanne's figures are ever so slightly higher than Meg's.

It certainly has been good to have you on board and see what you can do. The one question to answer, now that you've tried it, is whether you feel you are cut out for a Sales role with LSR? Can you sell our product range?"
 
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His question surprised her as she was prepared for him to politely send her out the door. Ok then, II am not giving up without a fight, Meg thought.*

"Mr. Worthington, I am completely confident that I can exceed your sales targets if given the opportunity. *I think my work demonstrates that I can convince new customers to try our products. I am just not sure what else I can do to convince you."
 
"I'm sure you can meet our basic targets Meg. I just wonder about how you fit in with our team. You know, we're very open here."

"Take Joanne for instance, already popular with the guys after a few weeks"

Shes particularly popular after last Friday night, if those rumour's are true, I think to myself. And I'd be kidding myself if I didn't agree that Joanne's busty figure, low cut tops and slightly too-tight skirts didnt give the mostly male team a lift throughout the day.

"But with you... Head down and similar sales stats... But... You're right, you're clearly intelligent, and a pretty girl like you should be able to fit right in."

"Perhaps, I could extend the trial. Your work is acceptable, and you've an example of how to fit in with the girl who started same day as you."

"But... You'd have to convince me you're worth it Meg... can you do that?"
 
Just because she didn't flaunt her sexuality, Worthington assumed she was a prude. Truth was she didn't think the guys on the sales team had what she liked. *They were immature and likely inexperienced in satisfying a woman. Why should she waste her time giving them a show. Worthington, now he was a different story. She was willing to bet that he could satisfy her desires. As she slowly walked toward him, she unclipped her long brown hair and unbuttoned her blouse. When he stood up in front of her, she rubbed her hands over the front of his pants.

"Peter, I know exactly how I can convince you that I belong on your team," Meg whispered in his ear.
 
"Oh now, this is going to be interesting...mmm..." I exclaim as Meg's open hand brushes against my rapidly expanding cock.

I certainly didn't expect Meg to succumb quite so quickly, or with so much confidence. A pleasant surprise, but a surprise non-the-less. She seemed so reserved, but as that long hair came flowing out accentuating her femininity, it seemed also to unlock a forward, feisty side.

As she unbuttoned that blouse, with my left hand I reached out to flick the blinds shut, as the right effortlessly glided under the blouse. My finger motioning up her rib cage and into her bra, I pulled her nipple and most of her left tit out of the cup into the open. Firmly holding and pulling her whole breast in my hand, weighing it up just as I was her, I looked down directly into her eyes.

"Convince me then," I challenged her.
 
As wonderful as his hand felt on her breast, Meg knew that she had to take control of this seduction in order to impress him. She reached down between them until she found his belt. She undid the buckle, then the button on his pants, and unzipped them. She wrapped her hands around his hips and enjoyed the feel of his firm ass as she slid his pants down his legs . * She was pleased to see that his briefs were stretched *by a very hard erection. *When she gazed back up at him, she saw that he was pleasantly surprised at her boldness. It was just the signal that she was seeking to press ahead.

" I think it best if you were seated for this demonstration," Meg told him *as she put her hands on his shoulders and pushed him down into his desk chair.
 
The quiet ones are the worst. The cliche phrase rung true with me as I looked down on Meg frantically pulling at my belt and pants. It was so hot to see her get to work without me having to seduce her. I thought this may take days. Actually it was minutes. I guess she's ran this scenario through her head before she even got here. I could just imagine her going home straight from work to an empty apartment, settling down with a bottle of wine and falling into a fantasy of being summoned to the bosses office. And of course it'd be Peter Worthington's body she'd be dreaming of unwrapping. I don't think much of myself do I? Haha.

When she squeezed on my ass cheeks I was tempted to grab a fistful of her hair, hold her still, then fuck her pretty little face with this raging hard beast I've got developing in my briefs. But, alas, Meg's work is fast and efficient; before I knew it she had me down in the chair.

This chair is well oiled, and as she pushed me down the momentum swivelled the chair 180 degrees. About six months ago I had a mirror fitted across the full length and width of the room's back wall. The interior designer said something about making the room look bigger, and lighting.

Now I know jack shit about Feng Shui, but I do know a hot and horny lady when I see one partially dressed in the mirror, leaning against my desk and saying something interesting about being seated for a demonstration. I guess this really is the hard sell.
 
I looked over the back of Peter"s head and found him staring back at me from the mirrored back wall. The expression on his face was a bit smug. Does he think that he has happened upon a virgin acting out a scene from some pulpy romance novel? I could see that I was going to need all of my talents to change his mind. How satisfying it would be to hear him pleading for me to let him cum.

I spun the chair back around and looked down into his eyes. *I extended my hand and lightly dragged my fingernails across the front of his briefs, just teasing his hard cock. A low groan escaped his lips before he could control it. That's more like it, I thought.
 
"Mmm" now that is hot. My cock twitches as I watch those red nails slithering against the backdrop of my white underwear. She must be able to see the bulge rise sharply and bounce a little as it settles back into its rigid position, and I hope she's likes what she sees.

"So, this demonstration then? I really am intrigued. They do say first and foremost a salesperson must be able to sell themself. Would you like me to play some music? I'm keen to see the goods on offer."
 
"Well Mr. Worthington, I would like to provide you with a very personal demonstration of the services that I can deliver." She spun his chair back around to face the mirror.. She caught his gaze as she slid her fingers through his hair, then trailed her nails down the sides of his neck, across his shoulders and down his arms. When she reached his hands, she raised them up over his head. She held them there while she sucked one finger after another, her teeth grazing the skin as she pulled each one from her mouth. All the while, their eyes were riveted on each other in the mirror.
 
Well this is new, I can't say I've ever had that done to my fingers before. If I'd have known I may have trailed them across her pussy before she so precisely and methodically sucked them clean.

As I looked over at Meg in the mirror, I imagined (as I'm sure she intended me to do) that it was my cock she was slowly indulging herself on. One by one she worked my fingers, and every time her teeth scraped against my skin I longed for her to gently bite my manhood; each time harder until she hit the boundary where pleasure meets pain.

Was Meg's solid gaze allowing her to read my mind? It probably wasn't that hard. I can show her something hard though. And so I took her left hand in mine and pulled it down beneath my legs.
 
Without moving my hand from where he had placed it on his groin or breaking from his gaze, I knelt down alongside of his chair. He spread his legs inviting me to explore further. I started to rub my fingers over his groin and up and down the inside of his thighs. One pass gentle with finger tips, the next with nails scraping across his hardness through his briefs or along his skin. I leaned my head against his chest and began flicking my tongue over his nipple seeking to see his reaction in his reflection.
 
As she teased me with her fingertips, I couldn't help but let out a barely audible murmuring of pleasure. And her nails! Never any damage done, but I'd hold my breath and sit dead still until she had finished. It felt good, but potentially dangerous. She's clearly teasing me, which I was happy with, but my god didn't I want her to wrap her fingers around me and tug it back and forth.

My eyes had locked onto her hand working under my briefs, and so I lost track of any emotion on Meg's face. When she suddenly started on my nipple I was taken by surprise again.
 
I feel his body twitch and his eyes shift back up to the mirror. I sense his need in his eyes, the tilt of his hips, the hardness of him. I would like to tease him longer, but I am starting to feel the hunger myself. I crawl around to the front of his chair. I remove my blouse, but keep my breasts protruding from my bra as he had left them. I slide my fingers into the waistband of his briefs and tug. He eagerly lifts his hips and I pull them off of him. I let my gaze settle on his cock - the silky smooth head, the long hard shaft. I bend my head over him and flick my tongue around the head, while I wrap my fingers around the base of him. No longer able to see the mirror, I am waiting for some indication that he is beside himself with pleasure.
 
I use the fact that her back is to the mirror to my advantage. She can't see the smug grin on my face, like the cat that got the cheese.

Leaning forward I use the reflection as a guide to unclasp her bra. As I lean inwards, the natural motioning of my hips slides more of my cock into her mouth. She doesn't retract, gratefully taking more of my length between her lips. It feels good, just as good when I lean back deep into my chair, taking her bra with me whilst my cock slides first out and then in deeper again with my motion.

After settling back for a moment to enjoy the swishing of her tongue over my grateful cock, I lean forward again. This time further. My hands holding firmly to her bare sides, down the edge of those tits, her lower ribs, over to her hips.

Looking intently in the mirror I start to unravel her skirt, pulling it up inch by inch.
 
I feel him shifting and removing my bra. It forces me to take his cock deeper, but he gives no outward clue that he is pleased with my ability. Not even a sigh of satisfaction at the success of his maneuvering. Then his hands are moving down my sides and hiking up my skirt. I have to make a quick decision - try to regain control and earn the job or give into the pleasure that I am sure he can provide heedless of the employment outcome. Without being able to see his face, I need some indication that I am winning him over.
 
Her hand still wrapped around the base of my cock, I'm yearning for her to jerk me off into her mouth.

"Mmm, Meg, that feels good. Why don't you wiggle that ass for me whilst you suck?"
 
As he rode the elevator up to meet his afternoon appointment, in his mind he ran through the events of the morning as unpleasant as they were. Damn will this day ever turn around he spoke out loud to an empty elevator. As a vice president Tom knew his days were often more about making the client feel comfortable and appreciated, it was by far the one aspect of his job that Tom hated the most
 
I know that he is dying to watch my ass in the mirror, but I have to deny him something. So I don't give into his request, at least not yet. But I do want to bring him very close to orgasm before I make him reciprocate. His rocking motion begs for me to stroke his cock. I fulfill this unspoken desire, ever so slowly sliding my curled hand from the base up to my lips and back again. He lets me know immediately that he likes those sensations.
 
"Oh god, yeah Meg, that feels good. That's it, stroke it."

Her firm caresses are just what I needed, and drive my hands to grip the base of my seat momentarily as I rock to and fro. My hands moving back to those tits, cupping them firmly from underneath, and kneading in time to her own motion.

"Jesus Christ, that IS good."

I encourage her as she pumps on my cock, and follows up with the tip of her tongue flickering on the underside. My hands moving faster and faster over those tits as though to guide her to pick up the tempo and milk my cock for all it's cream.

Looking again into the mirror, Meg had ignored my request so far.

"Not getting shy on me are you?"
 
Gripping the base of his cock, I sit back on my haunches and look up at his face defiantly. "Mr. Worthington, you haven't yet done anything to make my ass excited enough to wiggle for you."
 
The elevator door opens and as exits still feel the dread. Then seeing no receptionist at the front irks me, so not to be late for the meeting I walk straight away to Peter's office, knock once and enter.
 
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My mind races, unsure what exactly would entice Meg's ass to wiggle. I think about throwing her onto my desk, and spreading her legs giving my tongue or throbbing manhood access to work on her cunt.

Not about to rise to her challenge immediately, I explore another option. As my spare works its way between her legs, slowly rubbing through her panties, I stroke her hair. Holding her face, hinting at tugging on her locks, I look deeply straight into her eyes, looking for clues as to her desires.

"You know if you want me to spank you, you're already on your knees, all you need to do is beg for it."

I almost jump out of my skin as I realise Tom had just walked into the room as I spoke. Tempted to cover up, I freeze momentarily, still looking at Meg, observing her reaction.
 
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