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Chapter II
Thumping the snooze button on her alarm clock, Angela with bleary eyes registered the time as six AM in the morning. As much as she would have loved a sleep in that morning, it wouldn't have made a for good first impression turning up to her new employment late and flustered.
Stretching her long slender arms and rubbing the sleep out of her deep brown eyes, she slowly arose from her bed and made her way over to the shower and commenced her morning ritual of getting ready for work.
With the toileting and showering done, she wrapped a flimsy gown on and breakfasted on some cereal, fruit and a large mug of black coffee, the cobwebs of sleep fully swept away now that she was completely awake.
As a modern successful lawyer, Angela enjoyed the equal opportunities which had blessed her life thus far and had gradually ascended the corporate ladder in a number of firms. Her latest conquest was as a senior associate in one of the city's most prestigious law firms. Financially independent, she was able to decorate the moderately sized harbour-side apartment accordingly and only dressed in the finest clothing and accessories. If she had any weakness, if you could call it a weakness, it was for leather and heels. She adored wearing leather clothes as often as possible and would rarely be seen in shoes whose height in heels was lower that five inches. Sharp, stiletto heels were her favourite and revelled in the sound they made as she stepped confidently, her beautifully manicured feet shod and lifted, feeling her calf muscles stretch with each stride.
Angela loved the way a tailored leather skirt or dress would cling to her curves like a second skin. She simply adored the scent of fine leather, the sheen and gloss, the texture, the feel. Everything about leather sent a tingle down her spine when she was adorned in the soft, supple skin. But it was also the sense of power she enjoyed when dressed appropriately that caused a rush and thrill within her. Seeing men as well as women fall under her spell, especially when she was wearing spike heeled boots, she would capitalise on these opportunities to her own selfish advantage.
Moving back to her bedroom she commenced to prepare for the day, grooming her jet black shoulder length hair and applying only the slightest amount of makeup which consisted of ruby-red lipstick to her seductive lips, light grey eye shadow and black eye liner to accentuate her natural beauty. The image reflected back in the dressing table mirror resembled a modern day version of Elizabeth Taylor, except for the colour of her eyes.
Retrieving a pair of sheer, nylon taupe coloured seemed RHT stockings from her dresser, she slowly pulled the translucent material up her shapely legs, smoothing out the nylon and ensuring her seems were perfectly straight. She adored the feel of nylon against her bare flesh, only surpassed by the additional feel of leather on top. Stepping into a soft black leather suspender belt which fit snugly around her slim waist, she clipped the tops of the nylons onto each of the four suspender clasps per leg. Next, she covered her private parts in a glove soft leather pair of briefs which barely hid her neatly shaved pussy and a matching leather bra to encase her rockmellon sized breasts. With eyes closed and sighing slowly as she felt the soft supple leather against her vulva and tits, she smoothed her hands around the items but resisted the temptation to go any further for risk of delaying her preparations with an early morning orgasm.
The next piece of her erotic armour consisted in a tight fitting white silk blouse which she was barely able to button against the protruding mounds of her soft, full breasts. Smoothing out the silk along her curves, she then stepped into an equally tight, soft black leather, above the knee pencil skirt with a slit up the back which barely covered the tops of her stockings. To complete the outfit, she retrieved a pair of sexy spike heeled platform knee-length Louboutin boots from her arsenal of heels. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she shod each leg in turn, enjoying the feel of the leather encasing her nylon legs as she slowly zipped up each boot, loving the slight tingle through her body when attired as a sexy vixen.
Turning in front of her mirror to ensure nothing was out of place, Angela was satisfied and looked forward to what the day had in store.
Before she left her apartment for the commute to the city, she donned a pair of over the wrist length k**skin leather gloves and enveloped her curvy body into a soft black leather trench coat. Angela was truly dressed to kill and she knew it. Retrieving her Chanel hand bag, she was out the door and on her way to a new chapter in her life.
Seating herself in the carriage for the relatively short train ride to the city, Angela crossed her legs and enjoyed looking out the window as the urban landscape sped by.
A plump balding businessman smiled awkwardly at Angela as he sat down next to her but she didn't register his presence and looked away back out the window as she re-crossed her legs with the slightest of brush against his trousers as she bounced one leg on top of the other in a seductive way. The subtle touch against his legs caused him to nervously shift in his seat away from Angela. Her red lips creased into a tiny smirk, revelling in the familiar power her presence pervaded. It took much composure on her part to stop from laughing out loud in the quiet carriage seeing the slight bulge in the man's trousers as she was making his commute torture and seeing the tiny beads of perspiration form on his clammy looking forehead as she stole subtle sideways glances every now and then.
As the train approached her stop, Angela stood up arching an eyebrow and glaring down at the pathetic looking commuter without uttering a word. With a murmur of apology, the man stood up with difficulty owing to his erect predicament and gave way to Angela as she brushed by and strode out of the train. She smiled to herself knowing that her image would be burnt into the little man's fantasy the next opportunity he had to wank himself off.
Arriving at the sky-sc****r building of her new employment, she slowly looked up at the modern building, one of the many phallic looking symbols of man's conquest of the natural environment. The thought of it being a 'man's world' crossed her mind but then smiled at the fact that it was a 'woman's universe'.
Angela needed a cigarette to start the day properly and retrieved an Alpine filter-tipped cigarette from her Glow-mesh case and perched it to her red lips but couldn't for the life of her find her gold lighter.
“Damn!”, she exclaimed while rummaging through the contents of her bag.
She didn't notice the light sound of high heeled footsteps drowned in the sea of the city noise approach her as her concentration was bent on trying to find the missing lighter.
“Hi, need a light?”, came a sweet sounding feminine voice to her side.
“Do I ever, I can't find my friggen lighter!”, Angela replied without looking at her saviour.
“Here, allow me.”
As Angela looked around to meet the kind Samaritan with her view, she was stunned to see the image of a diminutive looking attractive blonde smiling and clothed from head to toe in sumptuous leather, almost a mirror image of what she herself was wearing except this little coquette was bedecked in brown leather gloves, a vintage looking brown leather coat and lace up brown leather boots with five inch stiletto heels.
With her own smouldering cigarette dangling out the side of her mouth, the blonde extended her leather hands toward Angela's cigarette and lit the disposable lighter. Gently reaching out and lightly cupping her hands against the blonde's to shield the flame from any intruding breeze, Angela dragged on the cigarette, inhaling deeply and then gradually broke away from the tender leather touch of the sexy looking girl, exhaling a stream of the grey smoke above her head while eyeing her with lust.
“Thank you”, Angela said.
“My pleasure.”, the blonde girl uttered in an almost whisper as she drank in the beautiful sight of the black leather goddess before her, her hands trembling slightly as she drew on her own cigarette.
“Do you work here?”, Angela asked.
“Yes. Yes I'm a legal secretary for Gordon and McKenzie.”
Angela's heart raced a fraction as the words registered with her ears.
“How about you? I don't think I've seen you around here before.”, the blonde girl asked.
“It's my first day”
“Oh, first day? First day where?”
“Gordon and McKenzie. I'm the new associate. Angela, Angela Kingsley.”, Angela replied with a grin while blowing another plume of grey smoke over the head of the little blonde minx.
“Oh really! What a small world!”, the blonde girl gushed as she extended her petite leather hand out toward Angela in a gesture of handshake. “I'm Janet, Janet Finch and I'll be your assistant!”
As Angela received Janet's little leather gloved hand in hers, a mutual charge of thrill coursed down both their spines at the soft touch of leather upon leather.
Reluctantly breaking away from the wonderful feel of Angela's palm against hers, Janet continued, “Come on. I'll show you around the office”
Both ladies discarded their cigarettes and slowly ground them under the soles of their sexy boots, sauntering off into the office ahead.
A pair of incredulous looking young executives who had stood a few metres away and enjoying an early morning smoke with their coffees looked at each other in stunned silence at the incredibly erotic display they had just witnessed...
Thumping the snooze button on her alarm clock, Angela with bleary eyes registered the time as six AM in the morning. As much as she would have loved a sleep in that morning, it wouldn't have made a for good first impression turning up to her new employment late and flustered.
Stretching her long slender arms and rubbing the sleep out of her deep brown eyes, she slowly arose from her bed and made her way over to the shower and commenced her morning ritual of getting ready for work.
With the toileting and showering done, she wrapped a flimsy gown on and breakfasted on some cereal, fruit and a large mug of black coffee, the cobwebs of sleep fully swept away now that she was completely awake.
As a modern successful lawyer, Angela enjoyed the equal opportunities which had blessed her life thus far and had gradually ascended the corporate ladder in a number of firms. Her latest conquest was as a senior associate in one of the city's most prestigious law firms. Financially independent, she was able to decorate the moderately sized harbour-side apartment accordingly and only dressed in the finest clothing and accessories. If she had any weakness, if you could call it a weakness, it was for leather and heels. She adored wearing leather clothes as often as possible and would rarely be seen in shoes whose height in heels was lower that five inches. Sharp, stiletto heels were her favourite and revelled in the sound they made as she stepped confidently, her beautifully manicured feet shod and lifted, feeling her calf muscles stretch with each stride.
Angela loved the way a tailored leather skirt or dress would cling to her curves like a second skin. She simply adored the scent of fine leather, the sheen and gloss, the texture, the feel. Everything about leather sent a tingle down her spine when she was adorned in the soft, supple skin. But it was also the sense of power she enjoyed when dressed appropriately that caused a rush and thrill within her. Seeing men as well as women fall under her spell, especially when she was wearing spike heeled boots, she would capitalise on these opportunities to her own selfish advantage.
Moving back to her bedroom she commenced to prepare for the day, grooming her jet black shoulder length hair and applying only the slightest amount of makeup which consisted of ruby-red lipstick to her seductive lips, light grey eye shadow and black eye liner to accentuate her natural beauty. The image reflected back in the dressing table mirror resembled a modern day version of Elizabeth Taylor, except for the colour of her eyes.
Retrieving a pair of sheer, nylon taupe coloured seemed RHT stockings from her dresser, she slowly pulled the translucent material up her shapely legs, smoothing out the nylon and ensuring her seems were perfectly straight. She adored the feel of nylon against her bare flesh, only surpassed by the additional feel of leather on top. Stepping into a soft black leather suspender belt which fit snugly around her slim waist, she clipped the tops of the nylons onto each of the four suspender clasps per leg. Next, she covered her private parts in a glove soft leather pair of briefs which barely hid her neatly shaved pussy and a matching leather bra to encase her rockmellon sized breasts. With eyes closed and sighing slowly as she felt the soft supple leather against her vulva and tits, she smoothed her hands around the items but resisted the temptation to go any further for risk of delaying her preparations with an early morning orgasm.
The next piece of her erotic armour consisted in a tight fitting white silk blouse which she was barely able to button against the protruding mounds of her soft, full breasts. Smoothing out the silk along her curves, she then stepped into an equally tight, soft black leather, above the knee pencil skirt with a slit up the back which barely covered the tops of her stockings. To complete the outfit, she retrieved a pair of sexy spike heeled platform knee-length Louboutin boots from her arsenal of heels. Sitting on the edge of her bed, she shod each leg in turn, enjoying the feel of the leather encasing her nylon legs as she slowly zipped up each boot, loving the slight tingle through her body when attired as a sexy vixen.
Turning in front of her mirror to ensure nothing was out of place, Angela was satisfied and looked forward to what the day had in store.
Before she left her apartment for the commute to the city, she donned a pair of over the wrist length k**skin leather gloves and enveloped her curvy body into a soft black leather trench coat. Angela was truly dressed to kill and she knew it. Retrieving her Chanel hand bag, she was out the door and on her way to a new chapter in her life.
Seating herself in the carriage for the relatively short train ride to the city, Angela crossed her legs and enjoyed looking out the window as the urban landscape sped by.
A plump balding businessman smiled awkwardly at Angela as he sat down next to her but she didn't register his presence and looked away back out the window as she re-crossed her legs with the slightest of brush against his trousers as she bounced one leg on top of the other in a seductive way. The subtle touch against his legs caused him to nervously shift in his seat away from Angela. Her red lips creased into a tiny smirk, revelling in the familiar power her presence pervaded. It took much composure on her part to stop from laughing out loud in the quiet carriage seeing the slight bulge in the man's trousers as she was making his commute torture and seeing the tiny beads of perspiration form on his clammy looking forehead as she stole subtle sideways glances every now and then.
As the train approached her stop, Angela stood up arching an eyebrow and glaring down at the pathetic looking commuter without uttering a word. With a murmur of apology, the man stood up with difficulty owing to his erect predicament and gave way to Angela as she brushed by and strode out of the train. She smiled to herself knowing that her image would be burnt into the little man's fantasy the next opportunity he had to wank himself off.
Arriving at the sky-sc****r building of her new employment, she slowly looked up at the modern building, one of the many phallic looking symbols of man's conquest of the natural environment. The thought of it being a 'man's world' crossed her mind but then smiled at the fact that it was a 'woman's universe'.
Angela needed a cigarette to start the day properly and retrieved an Alpine filter-tipped cigarette from her Glow-mesh case and perched it to her red lips but couldn't for the life of her find her gold lighter.
“Damn!”, she exclaimed while rummaging through the contents of her bag.
She didn't notice the light sound of high heeled footsteps drowned in the sea of the city noise approach her as her concentration was bent on trying to find the missing lighter.
“Hi, need a light?”, came a sweet sounding feminine voice to her side.
“Do I ever, I can't find my friggen lighter!”, Angela replied without looking at her saviour.
“Here, allow me.”
As Angela looked around to meet the kind Samaritan with her view, she was stunned to see the image of a diminutive looking attractive blonde smiling and clothed from head to toe in sumptuous leather, almost a mirror image of what she herself was wearing except this little coquette was bedecked in brown leather gloves, a vintage looking brown leather coat and lace up brown leather boots with five inch stiletto heels.
With her own smouldering cigarette dangling out the side of her mouth, the blonde extended her leather hands toward Angela's cigarette and lit the disposable lighter. Gently reaching out and lightly cupping her hands against the blonde's to shield the flame from any intruding breeze, Angela dragged on the cigarette, inhaling deeply and then gradually broke away from the tender leather touch of the sexy looking girl, exhaling a stream of the grey smoke above her head while eyeing her with lust.
“Thank you”, Angela said.
“My pleasure.”, the blonde girl uttered in an almost whisper as she drank in the beautiful sight of the black leather goddess before her, her hands trembling slightly as she drew on her own cigarette.
“Do you work here?”, Angela asked.
“Yes. Yes I'm a legal secretary for Gordon and McKenzie.”
Angela's heart raced a fraction as the words registered with her ears.
“How about you? I don't think I've seen you around here before.”, the blonde girl asked.
“It's my first day”
“Oh, first day? First day where?”
“Gordon and McKenzie. I'm the new associate. Angela, Angela Kingsley.”, Angela replied with a grin while blowing another plume of grey smoke over the head of the little blonde minx.
“Oh really! What a small world!”, the blonde girl gushed as she extended her petite leather hand out toward Angela in a gesture of handshake. “I'm Janet, Janet Finch and I'll be your assistant!”
As Angela received Janet's little leather gloved hand in hers, a mutual charge of thrill coursed down both their spines at the soft touch of leather upon leather.
Reluctantly breaking away from the wonderful feel of Angela's palm against hers, Janet continued, “Come on. I'll show you around the office”
Both ladies discarded their cigarettes and slowly ground them under the soles of their sexy boots, sauntering off into the office ahead.
A pair of incredulous looking young executives who had stood a few metres away and enjoying an early morning smoke with their coffees looked at each other in stunned silence at the incredibly erotic display they had just witnessed...
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