Man-Eater: Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Six

... it. I’ll be in the office if you need me.”

With that, Eve turned on her heel and marched into the spacious, private office she shared with her boss. She paused, a warm, sincere smile crossing her lips, as she saw the two begin talking to each other like friends with the promise of romance, rather than coworkers.

Inside the office, with the door closed, Eve surveyed the room’s layout, moving her desk into an optimized teasing angle. Her “just in case” panties were secreted inside one of her desk’s drawers, and she fired up her computer, running through her secretarial duties. Her chair needed a slight adjustment; she tilted the back into a bit more of a reclining position, knowing it would make her plump, juicy tits stick out more.

While she’d only been employed there for a few days, totaling the income and expenses for the array of businesses entailed entering or importing the numbers into a spreadsheet—not exactly rocket science. Her additional duties included answering a scant few emails in Victor’s name, following up on leads, making some counter-offers, and setting his schedule. Of course, she had his schedule planned out for the next few weeks, since men both need and love a strong woman to take care of them.

“Hey there, people.” Eve heard her boss’ muffled voice through the closed door. “Why are you two in such a good mood?”

Eve smiled in a nefarious way, crossed her legs, tweaked her nipples to firm hardness, and shook out her sable mane. Although she’d ...

... completed her morning tasks, Eve pulled up a recent, random report, and pretended to be studying it. The door burst open, and Victor stood there, looking extra hot in pleated slacks and a crisply-pressed shirt. His light and dark blue striped tie hung, undone, over one shoulder. In his hand, he held a drink carrier with three cups of coffee.

“You’re in early! I brought you coffee.”

Eve executed a very basic flirting maneuver. She scrunched her neck down a bit, tilting her head upward to look into his eyes, then averted her gaze, smiling shyly. Almost imperceptibly rocking her shoulders back and forth, she pushed against the side of her desk with one foot, spinning her chair toward Victor. Practiced and polished, her actions seemed unconscious and natural, displaying submissiveness, desire, and willingness to please. When she raised her eyes to meet his once more, she had him enthralled.

“Yummy,” she intoned. “I need something hot in my mouth.” The not-so-subtle innuendo was not lost on her leering boss.

She scooted forward on the seat of her chair, making the short hem of her dress ride up into scandalous territory. Knowing that her stocking top was exposed, the gentle curve of her thigh giving way to the full roundness of her butt, made her exhale a passionate sigh. Ignoring Victor’s gaze fixated on her legs, she idly swung her top leg back and forth, her high-heeled pump dangling from her toes, as she accepted the proffered gourmet coffee. Tossing her head from ...