The Executive Track-one woman's erotic adventures in corporate America

Chapter 1-The Recruit

A note from Jaye:

Dear Reader...

Trust me, there's more to Katie's story than sex. She's one of my favorite characters, and I look forward to sharing her adventures with you as she builds her career at Peyton. And I do want your feedback! I promise to read and respond to every comment, and I can't wait to hear how you like the story! Look for new chapters every week or so.

Kisses,

Jaye

The Recruit

As the escalator slowly rose toward the 17th floor, Katie felt the presence of somebody behind her; it was a sensation that made the hair on the back of her neck tingle and her heart sped up after skipping a half beat. Rather than turn around, she did as her invitation letter had said: ignored the feeling, keeping her eyes straight ahead as the thrum of the escalator vibrated her body. A hand brushed the back of her stockinged thighs, just below where her frilled skirt ended. She gripped the moving handrail to steady herself as a tingle of warmth traced its way from where the hand rested to where she knew it would go next, the sensitive spot just above the top of her stockings, where her shave sex waited to be touched.

Fingers trailed up now, and then she felt strong thumbs, one on each leg, slide along the lace garters and brush gently against the dampening mound at her center. Her smooth, just shaven skin was particularly sensitive , and she suppressed a tiny gasp as a faint tremor went through her body. That gasp was against the rules, she had been told, and she was being paid well to follow them, so she pressed her lips together to keep the next out of bounds inhalation to a more regular breath.

The thumbs continued to press into her flesh, now kneading at her inner thighs and the soft globes of her buttocks, strong without being forceful, and Katie began to tremble slightly, both arousal and trepidation rising from the intimate contact.

The escalator reached the 17th floor, and whoever was behind her guided her off the moving staircase with one hand on the back of her neck and the other resting beneath her skirt just at the small of her back. She was gently propelled toward a dark, oak-paneled door with a discreet sign that said "Interview Room". A small blinking light indicated the presence of a security system, but Katie couldn't make out a keypad or other entry mechanism. There wasn't even a door knob. Katie's palms felt slick with perspiration as her nervousness grew at the overall strangeness of the experience; the feeling wasn't relieved when the light turned green and the door clicked open.

Inside, the room revealed beyond the doorway was furnished with a set of over-stuffed couches and other seating arrangements, and was carpeted with a thick plush shag that softly cushioned Katie's knees as she was gently but firmly pressed down to kneel in front of a low ottoman in front of a matching leather arm chair.

The strong hands where then back on her thighs and her skirt was pushed up to reveal her garter clad backside to whoever was behind her. As instructed, she continued to keep her eyes straight ahead, even closing them involuntarily as the stroking fingers slipped along the swelling lips of her vulva, more heat coursing through her as their exploration became both more intimate and more insistent.

Her breath beginning to shorten, Katie leaned forward on the ottoman, supporting herself on her elbows. Her breasts, restrained only by a white silk shirt but no undergarment, as instructed, just brushed the smooth leather of the cushion and her nipples stiffened at the rough-and-smooth feeling of the two fabrics against her soft skin. They grew more sensitive as her breasts swayed slightly, stimulating the tender nubs.

Katie's eyes closed again and, in spite of herself, a faint moan escaped as she felt her lower lips caressed and gently opened by the massaging hands behind her. A flood of wetness eased their way as she was entered by an exploring finger, then a second, and with steady pressure, a third invaded her tight pink passage. When she moaned again, the fingers withdrew, then thrust back inside her, and she pushed her hips back to welcome their growing rhythm.