"Girls," I said knocking on the door before striding in, "the new girl will be here later today. Make her feel welcomed and send her to my office if she needs anything. I'll be around."
I shut the door and walked up to my office grabbing her application off my desk I looked her gorgeous face again. Angelica Jones, 19, beautiful hair and even pretty eyes. How I'd love to ruin that makeup. Watching her mascara roll down her soft cheeks as I grab a fist full of hair. I set her application back on my desk not wanting to get too worked up this early on in the night. I unbutton my shirt, letting my collar pop up.
KNOCK KNOCK
"Come in," I shut my attention still drawn to the application.
As much as I wanted to break away something about her eyes and the way she smiled. Don't even get me started on her body.
"Uhh, how do you tell someone to come in and then not face them?"
My gaze shifted from the application to the source of the voice and then right back to the application.
"Um, hello, is whatever on that paper more important than your employee?!" She snapped.
"Sorry, of course not, I was just," I set the application so I could a view of her, "just. Just"
Could I even describe how delectable she looked in that outfit. The top perfectly squeezed her boobs together they looked like they were about to spill out of the heart. Her shorts covered nothing, and I couldn't be happier.
"Excuse me?! My eyes are up here!" She yelled again.
"My eyes aren't" I smiled.
She took a step back, definitely surprised by my comment. I had no regrets, if she wasn't my dancer I'd slam her on this table and take those fabrics clean off.
"Listen lady, the dancers told me I need a card to get on stage." She held her hand out expectingly.
"Yeah, it's for safety reasons," I dug into my bra and handed her card, "keep it in a safe space."
"Oh, like your bra you fucking weirdo!" She snatched the card out of hand and stormed off.
I reached for my radio switching to a station where only my assistant could hear.
"Tell me when Angelica hits the stage."
I locked my door and then turned off the lights. Tilting my head back my hand began to creep to my top undoing my buttons. My mind wondered to other places; I start think of what she'd look like up on the stage. Spinning around her hips moving to the music. My hand began to creep down my abdomen, slipping in my pants. The music starts to slow down and so does she. She slowly gets off the pole, crouching down crawling towards. My fingers slip underneath my panties.
"Evelyn she's on."
