Samantha Dalton, the CEO of Dalton Enterprises, is dumbfounded when she meets hardcore no-nonsense Anna Schuyler in an interview to be the next Head of the Environmental Chemistry division at her biotech billionaire company, an interview that could...
Anna's POV: I unzip the garment bag half way down, my eyes bugging out of my skull at the high-quality fabric of the dress Sam sent over. "How rich is this woman?" i ask myself as i heave the weight of the dress out of its enclosure and hold the outfit up against my body. I dance my fingertips down the light yet expensively heavy gown, each glint and sparkle erecting on my eyes. "It would be nice for Sam to be at my mercy for a whole night..." i slip the outfit on, being sure to let it hug my waist with some structure, my cleavage just enough to make a blonde pop. I hear a wolf whistle from behind me. Blaine's been staying with me for about a week now, and i don't think my life has ever been more upturned. "You'll have Sam eating out of the palm of your hand... and anywhere else you want her to eat out of too." her eyebrows waggle in a dancing motion, when the sound of my phone buzzing interrupts us.
'I'm waiting outside for you. Are you ready for the night of your dreams?'
I feel a chill rinse throughout my slender spine in anticipation of the foreshadowing night ahead.
'Can't wait. I'll be out in a second.'
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Hardly unbelievable that Sam insisted on picking me up. Her unwavering attempts to check up on me both piss me off and make me feel safe all together. "I gotta go. Try not to trash my home whilst you're at it?" "I make no promises." I gather up my purse and head for the elevator, "Hey, Anna?" i sigh frustratedly, mentally preparing for whatever will escape my obscene-mouthed friend. "What?" "When you eat her out, pop an ice cube in your mouth. You'll drive her insane." my eyes toss themselves to the back of my head jokingly, "Whatever, Blaine."
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The driver closes my door for me, and i catch a glimpse of Sam attired in a royal blue elegant dress, the material crossing over her body in a slash, and her breasts cupped with the fabric that outlines them. "Do i look okay?" i scrutinise her body carefully, adjusting one of the straps that crosses over her torso to untwist its flourished state. "There. Now you look okay... astonishing, even." "Thank you, Ms Schuyler. You don't look so bad yourself." Sam angles her body forth, popping open a bottle of La Marc's Prosecco, the fizzing solvent gushing into two glasses. We each take a glass and raise it, "To a night filled with bliss." as we clink our glasses and sip on the succulent fizz, i feel my mind relax as i'm about to step into Sam's business-orientated world...
