Man-Eater: Chapter Six - Sex Stories

Man-Eater: Chapter Six

... says it’s important, and her tone seems worried.”

She strutted across the office, one foot crossing over her back leg to give her hips extra sway. Eve shook out her long tresses, making the sable, gentle waves cascade around her face and over her shoulders, as she leaned over the desk, shoving her ample bosom in front of her boss’ face. Her tits almost spilled out the top of her flimsy dress.

“Your wife, sir.” She handed him the cell phone, then sat on the corner of Victor’s desk, idly swinging her stocking-clad legs back and forth.

“Hey, June. What’s up?”

Victor listened, staring at Eve’s perpetually moving legs. His face grew from jovial to neutral, then to concerned.

“Is she alright, babe? Really? Are you sure you have to? I mean, we had plans for tonight, making up for last night.” He paused and listened, frowning.

“Of course,” he continued. “Use the platinum card for any expenses. Two or more months? Fuck, June!… I know, I know. I’ll be fine. Yes. Love you, too.”

Victor handed the phone to Eve and said, “My wife wants to talk to you.”

Eve turned, placing both of her feet on her boss’s desk. Her high-heeled feet hung over his side of the desk. Although her legs were held close together, concealing her bare cunt, the short dress exposed her creamy thighs’ flesh and the tops of her stockings. Although glowering, Victor’s expression softened, and his eye took on a dreamy haze as he stared.

“Yes, Mrs. Moore? How can I help you?” Eve listened, ...

... intently. To lessen his angst and discomfort, Eve, feeling altruistic, idly rocked one knee back and forth, not showing him anything, but enticing his eyes. “Yes, ma’am…sure, June it is. Certainly. I’d be honored. You can count on me, Missus…I mean, June.”

Victor furrowed his brow, not hearing his wife’s side of the conversation.

“Yeah,” Eve replied to whatever Victor’s wife had said. “I guess I am pretty hot.” She paused and laughed. “Oh, you know Mr. Moore; he’s all business.” Eve idly ran her hand over her tits, absentmindedly flicking her thumbnail over her taut nipple. “He wouldn’t notice me that way even if I came to work in a garter belt, carrying a whip.”

Mr. Moore gasped at his personal assistant’s comment, his mouth forming a comical “O” as his eyes grew wide. Eve just laughed at June’s reply.

“No problem, whatsoever, June. I’ll take care of him.” Eve spun around on her boss’ desk, once more, dangling her feet off the side. The movement required her to raise her thighs off the surface and bend her knees. It was just barely quick and fluid enough to deny Mr. Moore his view of her promised land.

“Yes,” she responded, “I’m well aware of that!” The two women both laughed, June loud enough for Victor to hear. “Like toddlers,” Eve mused. “Sounds good, June. Do you have my personal number if you need anything? I know, I know. Just in case, though, I’ll text it to you in a few minutes. Have a nice flight.”

With that, she ended the call.

“So, your ...