Bad Idea!

Chapter 1

Dottie's nerve endings tingled with pleasure as she writhed on the bed, her hips bucking gently.

"Yes.... yes!"

A gorgeous face rose from between her legs, lips kinked to the side in a knowing smile. Dottie's eyes trailed with admiration from her full, pouty lips to her luscious curves and flawless skin. She grasped at the satin sheets beneath her, a desperate attempt to anchor herself as another wave of ecstasy broke. A hand entwined with hers, holding her steady.

"Don't.... stop...."

The woman kissed her way up Dottie's chest, settling the length of her body against hers.

"I must admit, this interview isn't going quite how I expected." She said, her featherlight finger dragging across Dottie's breast as her face hovered over hers. Her sultry British accent was music to her ears. "Are you ready to work hard for me, Dorothy?"

"Oh, actually I'm in charge in the bedroom."

"Are you now?" She asked, popping an eyebrow in surprise.

Grinning wickedly, Dottie reached down and slipped her fingers into her panties, finding her dripping wet already. She stroked her a few times, just enough to make her moan and leave her wanting more.

"Do you disagree?"

"I- Oh! I wouldn't dare. Just tell me what to do."

"I'd rather show you." Dottie said, crashing their lips together in a passionate kiss as their legs tangle in the sheets. She felt like she was on fire as the woman's hands trailed down to her hips, her thighs....

Suddenly, she sits up and pulls her until she's straddling her lap, her lips showering Dottie's chest with open-mouthed kisses.

"Ohhh...."

Her hands trace an electric path up Dottie's spine, then reach for the clasp of her bra. "I don't think you need this anymore...."

Dottie gasped as her bra fell away, and her lips grazed the bare skin of her breast, her tongue flicking out to tease the peak. Dottie couldn't catch her breath as the sensations overwhelmed her. All she could think, over and over and over again, is.... 'I need you.' And just as the wave was about to break....

BZZT. BZZT. BZZT.

Dottie bolted upright in her bed, gasping for breath.

'Damn, that felt real.' She thought to herself, the details of her dream fading, but the physical effects still there. Her nerves were quivering, her skin was sweaty, her heart was pounding. 'Either I really need to get some, or I'm more nervous for this job interview than I thought.... Crap! The interview! I have to get ready!'

She quickly grabbed her laptop, still open on the biography of Margaret Carter, the CMO of Stark Enterprises, one of the top biotech companies in the world. Her headshot on the page caught her eye.

"Oh god, I can't believe I just had a sex dream about her...." Dottie sighed. She tried to shove the illicit thoughts out of her mind as she clicked on the job posting in another tab.

Live-In Nanny
Full-time position watching twin seven-years old boys. Benefits included, negotiable salary.

'Focus, Dottie. You only get one shot at a first impression on Margaret Carter, and you need this job. You gotta wear something professional, something classy, and definitely something low-key hot.' She thought as she rifled through her closet. She found the perfect outfit: a sleek black dress with a gold belt, a plaid gold and black dress jacket, and a black necklace and flats to match. 'She'll be eating out of the palm of my hand in no time.'