QVC Julia The Arrival of a Sex Goddess Part 2
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From the view of Julia.
It was around 1999 when I started to release my body become womanlier. Could have been the effects of c***d births, putting on a bit of weight or my hormones. I was always in decent shape, as an ex dancer and model, well
proportioned. It was like I had just filled out a bit more all round, especially more to my boobs, which had swelled up a fair few cup sizes. I wouldn’t say I was an hourglass type, more apple type, but I had a good round bum and was more top heavy. I was attractive, maybe that was the luck of the genes, who knows.
I had started to sense the looks of men in the background more and more, at work and beyond. I was settled into a job, I had been in for a few years, c***dren older, I was ready for a new stage in my life. I had settled for a partner a few years older than me but with a little money. People commented he was batting out of his league, but I liked that. I wanted his complete devotion. I wanted complete control. I started to feel I wanted more. More for my life. I liked the finer details; I was materialistic. I also felt a growing and deepening sexual desire.
“Oh my, where have they come from.” Debbie exclaimed.
I was sharing a dressing room with Debbie. She was doing some training and getting ready to be a presenter in the next few months. She was a friend at work and was very, well, upfront with me and leading me down an increasingly darker path. Her own path turned out to be much, much darker than I ever imagined. She was out of the shower room. Drying her hair with a towel with some small pants on. She was very well proportioned, a more hourglass body, very firm and hard with nice boobs. She was sexually confident.
“Lets us give them a feel.” She said.
She walked over, with her boobs bouncing around and gave my boobs a squeeze.
“Plenty of meat there hey Julia.” She laughed.
I didn’t feel I was that interested in women. Had the odd kiss. I was definitely a lady’s man. I got the impression that
Debbie was split though.
“Almost as perky as mine.” She giggled.
Debbie was about 6 years younger than me then, around 37 or 38. I think she wanted me to touch her boobs, but I just looked at them and smiled. They were very perk and looked firm.
I was always very professional. I knew what I had to do and was successful at it. Other areas I knew I could use untapped skills, much much more. These skills I was about to take into the next level.
The next few months, encouraged by Debbie, I wore more low-cut tops, started to get flirtier, especially at work. Even spent more money on my hair, which was always in great condition. I noticed how I was becoming more and more successful. By the time Debbie was presenting and settled. She was pointing out, how I was receiving more and more free gifts from suppliers, a promotion and even the more luxurious trips away to meet suppliers. Not to mention my fan mails. They were getting more and more explicit, as Debbie would say. I certainly had a fair few male fans. All of this did turn me on more and more.
In the summer of 2000. I was in bed with my partner. I was smothering his bald head in my boobs, as he enjoyed as he came in my pussy. The sex wasn’t great. Never fulfilled me. As we rested within the sheets, I said.
“I can’t wait for the party. It’s great chance for a promotion I was after. All the important people would be there.”
“I’m sure it will be. Another chance for you to flirt away. Just like I have to endure whilst you are on TV.” He snapped.
He was more and more bitter. I was on a level with his earnings and would succeed him greatly. I thought the fact that his wife was looking good and getting attention, may turn him on. I use to share some of the fan mail with him, especially the more explicit material. Thought that might spice it up. It didn’t. He got more distant and annoyed.
“Well it’s all agreed now. No need for your resentment of everything.”
He turned over and went asleep. It was a great chance for me. It was not only Debbie but other staff who were encouraging me to push for a promotion. I was liked and respected.
***
On the day of the party I came downstairs ready for my partner to drive us there.
“What are you wearing. Far too low cut for this.” He moaned.
“It’s not at all. It’s going to be a glamourous event. I can’t help if my boobs are a little on show.”
“Here you go.” He said, throwing a scarf over to wrap around by shoulders and add more coverage.
At least he looked smart and shouldn’t let me down. It was low cut and intentional, but if you’ve got it, flaunt it I thought.
I was certainly getting lots of attention at the event. I was 44 but looked younger. I felt good and enjoyed the glances and chats. My partner stood by my side, but I sensed his annoyance.
“Lucky to have her,” “You’ve gone well,” “Keep an eye on her,” were some of the comments, he didn’t seem to enjoy.
I got my time with the CEO and Chairman and they commented on my sales being the best and how well I was doing, I was in line for the promotion. They were both sweet on me. I could tell this, how they glared into my eyes, as I flicked my fair and licked my lips. I treated them as a customer, I wanted to seduce into a sale. When I caught them glancing at my cleavage, I knew it was a sealed deal. I was never to over flirty with them, never suggested any more. For now, this was my income, I couldn’t risk that going wrong.
The chase for them, may have helped me anyway. I teased them a little more, touching the top of where my cleavage started and dragging my middle finger down slowly, watching their eyes follow my finger deeper and deeper into my exposed cleavage and then my hand moved away again. They were deep in thought of something else.
***
When we got back. I was in a good mood. I felt wet form the good news of the promotion. Once it came in, I felt like upgrading my car to a soft top sports car. Create a more glamour image.
“What do you think. Want to undress me.” I said.
He was not interested at all though. I made further advances, as we went into the bedroom. I let my dress slip off, to reveal some nice lingerie and got in bed, and stroked his cock, but he didn’t seem interested at all. I had come to an end with him. My sex drive and needs were way higher than his.
This and his resentments of my success, annoyed me. When he was asleep, I got out my vibrator I was recommended by Debbie. I lay in bed thinking about the money and some of the men from tonight. A few of them I would have liked to have fucked. I bet they had nice cocks, which I could have nourished for them. I was getting off to these thoughts, with my partner sleep next to me.
***
We were having some building work done at the time. They were coming to an end. I hadn’t seen many of the workers, with my busy work schedule, but I had a few days off now, so I could relax a little.
The main one, was probably late 30’s, early 40’s. Tall and muscular, with facial stubble. He had some of his chest hair on display, poking out from is tight fitting t-shirts. He was a bit of a hunk.
In the last few days, I had made them a few drinks and gave them biscuits, just being nice. They all liked it and were complimentary. I had heard them call me a ‘milf’ and a bit of ‘posh totty’ in the background, when they thought I was out of sight. I liked it. That evening, my partner was a bit up for it and wanted sex. It wasn’t anything special but when I was riding him. I started to think of that builder and his body. It made me orgasm for the first time in years, whilst I had my partner’s cock inside me. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I wanted him. I needed to explore other areas.
I wanted power and money, but I had sex needs too. As much as power and money turned me on, even looking at sports cars, but the looks from the men and attention I received, I wanted more than their looks. I wanted their cocks in me.
That last day the other builder left, and he was tidying up. My partner had settled the payment and had left for work. The c***dren, older now, had already made their way out and had plans. It was late morning. I was still lounging in bed. I was off and worked hard, so I didn’t feel bad about it. But I had my own plans.
I slipped in to some negligee night wear I bought for my partner which had no effect on him. It wasn’t overtly sexy, but sexy enough. It was a****l print, as I wanted an a****l to fuck me. I hadn’t been fucked like an a****l in years. It hung soft against my curves. Had see through messing at the sides so you could see my flesh , especially my hips. It had no support for my boobs, they just swung free. They didn’t need it anyway, I thought. I felt sexy. I put on a dressing gown and went down.
***
“Fancy another drink before you go Rob.” I asked.
“I’m nearly done. That would be great Julia.” He said.
As I made him his drink, I could hear the noise of him packing up his tools and loading them outside. He was probably looking at a finish before lunch and the rest of the day off. I thought of his muscles being pumped from the exercise.
“Just coming in.” I said.
As I walked in, I felt his gaze on me. My night dress was covered up by my dressing gown, but that was a short one. I caught him checking out my legs and him thinking what was beneath that dressing gown.
As I passed him his cup.
“Here you go,” I said, leaning across. Deliberately on my behalf I had made tied my dressing gown loose enough to open up, as I moved back. Flashing my sexy dress underneath.
“Oh well….sorry. I…” I stuttered.
“Oh, no problem Julia.” He replied.
He was bit shy about it. But I caught him taking a second glance at me, as I tied it back up. That was enough for me. I had wanted his cock for a few days. I felt this being the start of a new chapter in my life. A more exciting one.
“I know you’ve been paid and have packed up your tools, but could you quote me for some work upstairs.” I said, trying not to sound like some porn film.
I could tell he wasn’t sure what I was suggesting and was taken back. I guided him up to the master bedroom, swaying my hips, ever so slightly as I walked in front of him up the stairs. Again, I sensed his gaze at my curvy bum. When I opened the bedroom door, I Iet the dressing gown come undone again and pointed up at the ceiling.
“It’s this issue here.” I said, whilst pointing up.
I stayed still and he approached. Puzzled by what I was pointing at and trying not to look at what I was wearing.
“Actually, it’s here.” I said and pointed myself. Letting my dressing gown fall on the floor, to fully show what I had on underneath.
.
His eyes fixed on my body. He wanted to whip it straight of me. I knew he was the right one, to start this adventure off with. You could tell he was experienced and rough too. He took off his t shirt to show a solid body, broad shoulders, and big arms.
He then took off his trousers and boxers at the same time, whilst looking at me. His cock was completely shaved and big. He was bigger than my partner. I looked at it there, big, throbbing, erect. I was wet already. He picked me up and started kissing me passionately.
He carried me over to the bed with me straddled around him. Frantically trying to get his cock in my welcoming pussy. When he got me on the bed, he put it in. He was a little gentler than I thought.
He then, all in one motion, carried me towards the wall. Resting my back against it and started to fuck me. I was happy I didn’t wear any pants underneath this dress. I didn’t want to waste any time. He was a real hunk. I had never had sex like this before. I was so turned on by him and felt his every move. He was so strong. I orgasmed.
After time by the wall, he carried over to the bed and just throwed me on it with some force. I heard myself groan as I fell onto the soft covers. My pussy wanting more. I needed his cock and arms around me.
I looked at his hunky body, as he approached the bed and jumped right back on me. He held my wrists down quite hard as he fucked me on top. I spread my legs out wide, before then wrapping them around his waist.
He drilled me whilst we rolled from side to side, him on top, back to the side again. The movement felt good and he was so hard. After I twisted round, I managed to get on top. I thrust my hips back and forth and was as aggressive on the top of him as he had been on me.
He was using his hands. Feeling by heaving boobs from underneath the top. The feel of his manly hands on them and the contrast for them and the soft fabric on my top, made my nipples rock hard. He moved up to my top to wear the straps were and pulled them forward. The angle was against him. I knew what he now wanted.
I used both of my hands to lift my dress up from the top. First revealing my soft round tummy and then my big boobs bounced up and down as I my dress was removed. I felt his hands all over my body. Taking it all in. Then all over my boobs again.
Using his muscular frame to move up and suck and nibble on my nipples. He even slapped them a little. He was enjoying himself as much as I was. I had orgasmed again. He then pulled my back form on top, where I was enjoying myself and turned me around on the bed. I felt him lightly touch my hair, before then giving it to me doggy style. He had a lot of stamina and eventually cum shortly after I had climaxed again. He then turned be back around and stated kissing me, as I felt his cum in between my legs.
We had some small talk and he left. He fucked me for at least 2 hours. The energy of him turned me on. We didn’t exchange numbers; it wasn’t like that. It was sex. Hard, passionate sex. Just what I needed. It made me release what much I was missing out on and how I could get it. I was turning heads. I was a lady’s man. I could get plenty of cock now to start to fulfil my desires and experience new adventures. This was a starting point.
***
I was showered, dressed, and changed before anyone else returned back. My husband was a little more randy that evening.
“You seem tired today.”
“I did a bit of a home work out. I’m in my 40’s. I need to keep in shape.”
I climaxed again that night. It was not from what he was doing. Just the thought of Rob’s hunk body and arms all over my curvy body.
I confessed this all to Debbie. She seemed turned on at the thought of it all. I got the impression she would have wanted the other two builders in the on the act. I found myself becoming even more flirty at work.
I was invited to a formal meeting. I was caught slightly short by it, as I was in but just doing training. I would have liked to have made more of an effort for it.
Formal it was, but very brief as well. Mix of men and women in the room. A few new faces I hadn’t seen before. All looking pleased with me. Apparently, I was doing a great job, my sales were up 50% and I was getting positive praise form everyone I worked with, especially from the men, but I liked that.
A promotion, as I was promised at the party the previous month and an unexpected cash bonus. That soft top sports car was coming, but not as fast as I was. Hearing all this was making me wet. The most intriguing and last comment made was the positive feedback from one of our biggest brands. The owner, who also made guest appearances was known as The Brass, I knew he was always keen on me. There was a rumour about him being wealthy back in the US and a few more around apparent affairs and being a lady’s man. Apparently, he wanted me to present more of his shows, as my sales were so good. I say this a big opportunity. I liked work but I wanted to branch out more.
I was so much more confident now and feeling as sexy as I ever had. I looked forward to when I would meet up with The Brass, I could say how happy I was for his feedback and well, you know, be a bit of a flirt with him.
It was around 1999 when I started to release my body become womanlier. Could have been the effects of c***d births, putting on a bit of weight or my hormones. I was always in decent shape, as an ex dancer and model, well
proportioned. It was like I had just filled out a bit more all round, especially more to my boobs, which had swelled up a fair few cup sizes. I wouldn’t say I was an hourglass type, more apple type, but I had a good round bum and was more top heavy. I was attractive, maybe that was the luck of the genes, who knows.
I had started to sense the looks of men in the background more and more, at work and beyond. I was settled into a job, I had been in for a few years, c***dren older, I was ready for a new stage in my life. I had settled for a partner a few years older than me but with a little money. People commented he was batting out of his league, but I liked that. I wanted his complete devotion. I wanted complete control. I started to feel I wanted more. More for my life. I liked the finer details; I was materialistic. I also felt a growing and deepening sexual desire.
“Oh my, where have they come from.” Debbie exclaimed.
I was sharing a dressing room with Debbie. She was doing some training and getting ready to be a presenter in the next few months. She was a friend at work and was very, well, upfront with me and leading me down an increasingly darker path. Her own path turned out to be much, much darker than I ever imagined. She was out of the shower room. Drying her hair with a towel with some small pants on. She was very well proportioned, a more hourglass body, very firm and hard with nice boobs. She was sexually confident.
“Lets us give them a feel.” She said.
She walked over, with her boobs bouncing around and gave my boobs a squeeze.
“Plenty of meat there hey Julia.” She laughed.
I didn’t feel I was that interested in women. Had the odd kiss. I was definitely a lady’s man. I got the impression that
Debbie was split though.
“Almost as perky as mine.” She giggled.
Debbie was about 6 years younger than me then, around 37 or 38. I think she wanted me to touch her boobs, but I just looked at them and smiled. They were very perk and looked firm.
I was always very professional. I knew what I had to do and was successful at it. Other areas I knew I could use untapped skills, much much more. These skills I was about to take into the next level.
The next few months, encouraged by Debbie, I wore more low-cut tops, started to get flirtier, especially at work. Even spent more money on my hair, which was always in great condition. I noticed how I was becoming more and more successful. By the time Debbie was presenting and settled. She was pointing out, how I was receiving more and more free gifts from suppliers, a promotion and even the more luxurious trips away to meet suppliers. Not to mention my fan mails. They were getting more and more explicit, as Debbie would say. I certainly had a fair few male fans. All of this did turn me on more and more.
In the summer of 2000. I was in bed with my partner. I was smothering his bald head in my boobs, as he enjoyed as he came in my pussy. The sex wasn’t great. Never fulfilled me. As we rested within the sheets, I said.
“I can’t wait for the party. It’s great chance for a promotion I was after. All the important people would be there.”
“I’m sure it will be. Another chance for you to flirt away. Just like I have to endure whilst you are on TV.” He snapped.
He was more and more bitter. I was on a level with his earnings and would succeed him greatly. I thought the fact that his wife was looking good and getting attention, may turn him on. I use to share some of the fan mail with him, especially the more explicit material. Thought that might spice it up. It didn’t. He got more distant and annoyed.
“Well it’s all agreed now. No need for your resentment of everything.”
He turned over and went asleep. It was a great chance for me. It was not only Debbie but other staff who were encouraging me to push for a promotion. I was liked and respected.
***
On the day of the party I came downstairs ready for my partner to drive us there.
“What are you wearing. Far too low cut for this.” He moaned.
“It’s not at all. It’s going to be a glamourous event. I can’t help if my boobs are a little on show.”
“Here you go.” He said, throwing a scarf over to wrap around by shoulders and add more coverage.
At least he looked smart and shouldn’t let me down. It was low cut and intentional, but if you’ve got it, flaunt it I thought.
I was certainly getting lots of attention at the event. I was 44 but looked younger. I felt good and enjoyed the glances and chats. My partner stood by my side, but I sensed his annoyance.
“Lucky to have her,” “You’ve gone well,” “Keep an eye on her,” were some of the comments, he didn’t seem to enjoy.
I got my time with the CEO and Chairman and they commented on my sales being the best and how well I was doing, I was in line for the promotion. They were both sweet on me. I could tell this, how they glared into my eyes, as I flicked my fair and licked my lips. I treated them as a customer, I wanted to seduce into a sale. When I caught them glancing at my cleavage, I knew it was a sealed deal. I was never to over flirty with them, never suggested any more. For now, this was my income, I couldn’t risk that going wrong.
The chase for them, may have helped me anyway. I teased them a little more, touching the top of where my cleavage started and dragging my middle finger down slowly, watching their eyes follow my finger deeper and deeper into my exposed cleavage and then my hand moved away again. They were deep in thought of something else.
***
When we got back. I was in a good mood. I felt wet form the good news of the promotion. Once it came in, I felt like upgrading my car to a soft top sports car. Create a more glamour image.
“What do you think. Want to undress me.” I said.
He was not interested at all though. I made further advances, as we went into the bedroom. I let my dress slip off, to reveal some nice lingerie and got in bed, and stroked his cock, but he didn’t seem interested at all. I had come to an end with him. My sex drive and needs were way higher than his.
This and his resentments of my success, annoyed me. When he was asleep, I got out my vibrator I was recommended by Debbie. I lay in bed thinking about the money and some of the men from tonight. A few of them I would have liked to have fucked. I bet they had nice cocks, which I could have nourished for them. I was getting off to these thoughts, with my partner sleep next to me.
***
We were having some building work done at the time. They were coming to an end. I hadn’t seen many of the workers, with my busy work schedule, but I had a few days off now, so I could relax a little.
The main one, was probably late 30’s, early 40’s. Tall and muscular, with facial stubble. He had some of his chest hair on display, poking out from is tight fitting t-shirts. He was a bit of a hunk.
In the last few days, I had made them a few drinks and gave them biscuits, just being nice. They all liked it and were complimentary. I had heard them call me a ‘milf’ and a bit of ‘posh totty’ in the background, when they thought I was out of sight. I liked it. That evening, my partner was a bit up for it and wanted sex. It wasn’t anything special but when I was riding him. I started to think of that builder and his body. It made me orgasm for the first time in years, whilst I had my partner’s cock inside me. I couldn’t stop thinking about him. I wanted him. I needed to explore other areas.
I wanted power and money, but I had sex needs too. As much as power and money turned me on, even looking at sports cars, but the looks from the men and attention I received, I wanted more than their looks. I wanted their cocks in me.
That last day the other builder left, and he was tidying up. My partner had settled the payment and had left for work. The c***dren, older now, had already made their way out and had plans. It was late morning. I was still lounging in bed. I was off and worked hard, so I didn’t feel bad about it. But I had my own plans.
I slipped in to some negligee night wear I bought for my partner which had no effect on him. It wasn’t overtly sexy, but sexy enough. It was a****l print, as I wanted an a****l to fuck me. I hadn’t been fucked like an a****l in years. It hung soft against my curves. Had see through messing at the sides so you could see my flesh , especially my hips. It had no support for my boobs, they just swung free. They didn’t need it anyway, I thought. I felt sexy. I put on a dressing gown and went down.
***
“Fancy another drink before you go Rob.” I asked.
“I’m nearly done. That would be great Julia.” He said.
As I made him his drink, I could hear the noise of him packing up his tools and loading them outside. He was probably looking at a finish before lunch and the rest of the day off. I thought of his muscles being pumped from the exercise.
“Just coming in.” I said.
As I walked in, I felt his gaze on me. My night dress was covered up by my dressing gown, but that was a short one. I caught him checking out my legs and him thinking what was beneath that dressing gown.
As I passed him his cup.
“Here you go,” I said, leaning across. Deliberately on my behalf I had made tied my dressing gown loose enough to open up, as I moved back. Flashing my sexy dress underneath.
“Oh well….sorry. I…” I stuttered.
“Oh, no problem Julia.” He replied.
He was bit shy about it. But I caught him taking a second glance at me, as I tied it back up. That was enough for me. I had wanted his cock for a few days. I felt this being the start of a new chapter in my life. A more exciting one.
“I know you’ve been paid and have packed up your tools, but could you quote me for some work upstairs.” I said, trying not to sound like some porn film.
I could tell he wasn’t sure what I was suggesting and was taken back. I guided him up to the master bedroom, swaying my hips, ever so slightly as I walked in front of him up the stairs. Again, I sensed his gaze at my curvy bum. When I opened the bedroom door, I Iet the dressing gown come undone again and pointed up at the ceiling.
“It’s this issue here.” I said, whilst pointing up.
I stayed still and he approached. Puzzled by what I was pointing at and trying not to look at what I was wearing.
“Actually, it’s here.” I said and pointed myself. Letting my dressing gown fall on the floor, to fully show what I had on underneath.
.
His eyes fixed on my body. He wanted to whip it straight of me. I knew he was the right one, to start this adventure off with. You could tell he was experienced and rough too. He took off his t shirt to show a solid body, broad shoulders, and big arms.
He then took off his trousers and boxers at the same time, whilst looking at me. His cock was completely shaved and big. He was bigger than my partner. I looked at it there, big, throbbing, erect. I was wet already. He picked me up and started kissing me passionately.
He carried me over to the bed with me straddled around him. Frantically trying to get his cock in my welcoming pussy. When he got me on the bed, he put it in. He was a little gentler than I thought.
He then, all in one motion, carried me towards the wall. Resting my back against it and started to fuck me. I was happy I didn’t wear any pants underneath this dress. I didn’t want to waste any time. He was a real hunk. I had never had sex like this before. I was so turned on by him and felt his every move. He was so strong. I orgasmed.
After time by the wall, he carried over to the bed and just throwed me on it with some force. I heard myself groan as I fell onto the soft covers. My pussy wanting more. I needed his cock and arms around me.
I looked at his hunky body, as he approached the bed and jumped right back on me. He held my wrists down quite hard as he fucked me on top. I spread my legs out wide, before then wrapping them around his waist.
He drilled me whilst we rolled from side to side, him on top, back to the side again. The movement felt good and he was so hard. After I twisted round, I managed to get on top. I thrust my hips back and forth and was as aggressive on the top of him as he had been on me.
He was using his hands. Feeling by heaving boobs from underneath the top. The feel of his manly hands on them and the contrast for them and the soft fabric on my top, made my nipples rock hard. He moved up to my top to wear the straps were and pulled them forward. The angle was against him. I knew what he now wanted.
I used both of my hands to lift my dress up from the top. First revealing my soft round tummy and then my big boobs bounced up and down as I my dress was removed. I felt his hands all over my body. Taking it all in. Then all over my boobs again.
Using his muscular frame to move up and suck and nibble on my nipples. He even slapped them a little. He was enjoying himself as much as I was. I had orgasmed again. He then pulled my back form on top, where I was enjoying myself and turned me around on the bed. I felt him lightly touch my hair, before then giving it to me doggy style. He had a lot of stamina and eventually cum shortly after I had climaxed again. He then turned be back around and stated kissing me, as I felt his cum in between my legs.
We had some small talk and he left. He fucked me for at least 2 hours. The energy of him turned me on. We didn’t exchange numbers; it wasn’t like that. It was sex. Hard, passionate sex. Just what I needed. It made me release what much I was missing out on and how I could get it. I was turning heads. I was a lady’s man. I could get plenty of cock now to start to fulfil my desires and experience new adventures. This was a starting point.
***
I was showered, dressed, and changed before anyone else returned back. My husband was a little more randy that evening.
“You seem tired today.”
“I did a bit of a home work out. I’m in my 40’s. I need to keep in shape.”
I climaxed again that night. It was not from what he was doing. Just the thought of Rob’s hunk body and arms all over my curvy body.
I confessed this all to Debbie. She seemed turned on at the thought of it all. I got the impression she would have wanted the other two builders in the on the act. I found myself becoming even more flirty at work.
I was invited to a formal meeting. I was caught slightly short by it, as I was in but just doing training. I would have liked to have made more of an effort for it.
Formal it was, but very brief as well. Mix of men and women in the room. A few new faces I hadn’t seen before. All looking pleased with me. Apparently, I was doing a great job, my sales were up 50% and I was getting positive praise form everyone I worked with, especially from the men, but I liked that.
A promotion, as I was promised at the party the previous month and an unexpected cash bonus. That soft top sports car was coming, but not as fast as I was. Hearing all this was making me wet. The most intriguing and last comment made was the positive feedback from one of our biggest brands. The owner, who also made guest appearances was known as The Brass, I knew he was always keen on me. There was a rumour about him being wealthy back in the US and a few more around apparent affairs and being a lady’s man. Apparently, he wanted me to present more of his shows, as my sales were so good. I say this a big opportunity. I liked work but I wanted to branch out more.
I was so much more confident now and feeling as sexy as I ever had. I looked forward to when I would meet up with The Brass, I could say how happy I was for his feedback and well, you know, be a bit of a flirt with him.
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