When she stood up straight, she adjusted her braless top once again. She picked up the phone and was on the line with her secretary:
‘Please send Jeff in here. It’s urgent.’
Zoey hung up the phone and leaned back on the comfortable chair. There was an excitement between her legs. Minutes passed while she waited silently for the financial analyst to appear.
There was a knock on the door, then it opened. Jeff apprehensively entered the room. He was a thin young man in his late 20’s. He was nervous and intimidated standing in the presence of the powerful executive.
“Have a seat,” she said.
He sat down nervously. Zoey knew what Jeff must have been thinking. She knew that Jeff was worried about being fired. It amused her that the meek employee was squirming in his seat. But she had something else in store for him.
“I received your message,” he said with an almost quivering voice. “I came as fast as I could.”
“Excellent. I like that as an employee. It shows that you’re serious about this job.”
“Is my job on the line?”
“Why would you think that?” she replied, amused.
“Our last meeting didn’t go very well. I made a small mistake and it will never happen again. I’ve always been a hard worker and I’m a dedicated employee of this…”
“Enough of that,” she said, cutting him off mid-sentence. “You’re not in trouble. And your job isn’t on the line. That’s not why I called you in here today.”
He breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”
Zoey loved having him wrapped around her finger, as she did with most men. It was her guilty pleasure.
“I called you in my office because I think you’re a smart and talented person. I overreacted during our last meeting. I want you to know that I appreciate your hard work.”
The expression on Jeff’s face completely changed. The nerves were gone. He was relieved. He was happy to receive praise from his boss, who was a notoriously demanding woman.
“Thank you,” he replied. “I appreciate those comments.”
“I’m sure you do. I also wanted to give you documents regarding the upcoming acquisition. I want your due diligence on the matter within a week.”
Zoey picked up a pile of papers from the desk and held it in her hand. She didn’t bother to stand. She just sat comfortably, expecting Jeff to get the documents from her.
She watched as Jeff nervously stood and walked towards her, closely approaching her desk. When he came near, Zoey handed him the documents while she sat, and abruptly leaned forward, giving him a clear view down her blouse. She looked him straight in the eyes as she handed him the papers. She bent down further, giving him an even better view. She watched the expression on his face, and she loved it.
Part 2 of 3: Public Sex
Days later. Zoey sat on the couch in David’s office. She was more relaxed this time. More willing to share her secrets.
“You’re back,” he said.
She smiled and nodded. “I am.”
“That means you’ve completed your task.”
“I did,” she replied.
“Tell me what happened.”
Zoey gathered her thoughts. “To be perfectly honest, I wasn’t sure if I was going to follow your instructions. Jeff, my employee, had probably already seen my tits before. If he saw them again, he would know that I’ve been doing it on purpose. The last thing I need is for him to have nasty thoughts about me, or for him to go around telling everyone about it.”
“Yet you did it anyway.”
“I did,” she nodded. “The thought had been lingering in my mind for days. I finally decided to go for it. I removed my bra, then I called him into my office. Poor guy thought he was going to be fired. I was genuinely amused listening to him kissing my ass. But I made it up to him.”
“You showed him your tits?”
“I handed him a pile of worthless papers. It was just extra work for him to do. When he got them from me, I made sure he had a clear view down my blouse. You should have seen the look on his face. At that point he knew that I was doing it on purpose.”
“Did you touch yourself afterwards?” he asked. “Most exhibitionist women would be dripping wet after an encounter like that.”
“I spent nearly half an hour in the bathroom stall afterwards. Does that answer your question?”
“Good girl,” he nodded. “Sounds like quite an experience for a developing exhibitionist such as yourself.”
“Developing exhibitionist?” she asked with an eyebrow raised. “Is that what I am?”
“Precisely. A true exhibitionist is a provocateur. Someone willing to push the boundaries of their own sexuality. Merely flashing an office subordinate is not provocative enough.”
“This conversation is becoming much more interesting,” she replied. “Are you suggesting anything?”
“You tell me. It’s your body. We’re here to discuss your fantasies, not mine. So, what other exhibitionist fantasies do you have? There are always more.”
Zoey thought for a moment. “Public sex. I’ve always had an unhealthy desire for public sex. Obviously I don’t want to get arrested for it. At this point, my name would be all over the news and I would probably be forced out of the company.”
“Probably. That’s why you shouldn’t get caught.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“It can be,” he replied with confidence. “If you find the right location, and a discreet partner, then you won’t get caught. But the beauty of public sex is the risk of getting caught. That’s the fun. Even if someone catches you, who knows, the person might like it.”
“You’re giving me naughty thoughts David.”
“That’s why you’re here, isn’t it?”
“I suppose,” she replied. “Even if I was actually interested in doing this, I wouldn’t know where to begin. I wouldn’t know where to do it, or even who to do it with. Fantasy is one thing, real life is something else.”
“Which is why you need a plan. One that is simple to execute.”
Zoey grinned. “You’re so bad.”
“The weather has been fairly nice lately,” David stated. “I want you to wear the smallest outfit you have; a revealing top, a short skirt, and high heels. No pantyhose or stockings either. Expose your bare legs. I also want you to wear a lot of make-up, and to let your hair down.”
“So you want me to look like a whore basically?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
“Would you rather be recognized as the business woman that occasionally appears on tv?”
“No. Of course not.”
“Then do it,” he replied. “Then take a walk through downtown at night. Not too late. Around 9. Make sure you’re safe, stay by the main road. There’s still plenty of people around, and lights on the sidewalk.”
“You don’t have to worry about me. I carry pepper spray, and I’m also a brown belt in karate.”
David cracked a smile. “You should also carry a box of condoms with you.”
“The only protection that matters, right?” she jokingly replied.
“It is if you want to orgasm, and to experience your fantasy in a safe way.”
“I like the sound of that.”
David nodded. “I’ll send someone to pick you up. You won’t know who he is. He won’t know your identity either. I’ll only give him your physical description, so he knows it’s you. Then he’ll offer you money, and you’ll accept it.”
“So you want me to role-play as a prostitute?”
“In short, yes. I think it would suit you well. How do you feel about that?”
“Is he handsome?”
“You should be pleased. Women have told me great things about his prowess in bed. But in your case, you won’t be in bed with him. You’ll be somewhere outside.”
Zoey blushed. “I don’t know. This all seems so sudden, and with a stranger. I’ll have to think about it.”
“Fair enough. I don’t want to pressure you into doing something you aren’t ready for.”
“Are you using reverse-psychology on me?” she asked playfully.
“Not at all.”
She thought for a moment. “I’ll do it. I’m interested.”
“What made you change your mind so fast?” David asked.
“I’m tempted to open my legs and show you, but I wont. Your office is too classy for that.”
“You must be very aroused right now.”
“Very.”
“Which aspect in particular is making you feel this way?” he asked. “Public sex? A handsome stranger? A prostitution fantasy?”
“I like all of them. But I especially enjoy the idea of someone taking me in a public place. I’m assuming he’s done this before.”
David nodded. “He has. Many times.”
“Then I look forward to it,” she smiled. “I’m curious to see where he takes me, and how it happens. Let him know that I’m interested.”
“Ask, and you shall receive.”
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