Man-Eater: Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Six

... side to side so her long, sable locks flew about, Eve tilted her head back, uncrossing her legs and leaving her knees apart wide enough to tease but not to show, and took a long drink.

“Mmm,” she moaned. Jutting her tits forward, arching her back, she both looked and sounded orgasmic. It had the effect of forcing the handsome, muscular man’s eyes away from the sensual, tempting flesh of her thighs between her stocking tops and dress. His gaze focused on her pert, taut nipples. “Hot, sweet, and bold, just how I like my men.” She added a giggling moan for impact, then slowly wiped her lips with her index finger, knowing that it drew attention to her lips.

Victor stood stock-still for a moment, not even blinking. Finally finding the fortitude to act like her boss, he said, “I know you’ve just started, but I need you to run the sales and expense figures for the store and the rest of the network. The software is pretty easy, so it shouldn’t take you more than a few hours.”

“Oh, you mean this?”

With a grand flourish, Eve brought the newly completed report up on her computer. Victor nodded, smiling with approval.

“I got in a few minutes early and compiled everything before you got here. It’s okay; you’re the big boss,” she stared at his groin. “Really big boss.You’re allowed to comewhenever you want.”

“Well then,” he coughed and cleared his throat. “there’s the scheduling that needs to be…”

“I have your schedule logged for the next three weeks, and Aanya had the ...

... store’s schedule worked out before I got in.”

“There are some Emails from yesterday that need to be responded to, then.”

“Done.”

“And a response to the Green Acres chain needs to be drafted. They’re interested in carrying our products in their ten or so locations.”

“I sent them a counteroffer about twenty minutes ago. The pricing tiers they suggested are highway robbery. I told them that the logistics of repackaging, delivery, etcetera necessitated a thirty percent increase over their offers. I ignored the fact that you also run the distribution network. They’ll counter, of course, and we’ll settle at twenty. I can rescind the offer if you think I’m out of line.”

“And you worked fast food? Your many talents were being wasted.”

“And here I thought you hired me because you get off on peeking at my panties.”

“About that, Eve. Last night… I was a bit stressed, and my wife conked out on me. I just wanted to say…”

“Guess!”

“Huh?”

“Look, Mr. Moore—I mean, Victor,” she intentionally addressed him formally and corrected herself for sexual impact, “we both know you get off on it. I don’t mind, so long as you pay me well. In fact, I wore this getup specially for you. Do you like it?”

The scheming siren stood up, jumping out of her chair to make her ample, perfect boobs bounce. She took another swig of her java and placed the cup on her desk. Eve ran her hands from her neck all the way down her body, stopping at the hem of her short dress. Then, she spun ...