Mastering the Trickery of Tactics
Here's the paraphrased version of the given story:
"Here's another tale of Scarlett's hosiery-loving escapades. I recommend you read 'The Art of Seduction' and 'The Art of Interrogation' beforehand."
"This time, Scarlett encounters her equal."
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"Scarlett, you're ready to see Mr. Johnson."
The receptionist turns toward me then gestures to a stunning young woman standing in an open doorway.
Wow. This woman is not just pretty. She's exquisite. She has a head full of outstanding red hair framing a mesmerizing face.
And she's smiling at me.
As I approach, I notice the security badge at her waist. Her name: Ava.
Ava gestures for me to follow. I study her attire. Satin pantyhose - Wolford's, I assume. Conservative, yet classy. Her dress is angled to flatter her figure. An intelligent selection for a professional setting. It's comfortable, yet flattering.
An idea crosses my mind. If I see her later, I might ask her to lunch.
To ensure I fit in at the office, Ava emailed me the dress code yesterday.
It's reminiscent of Sun Tzu's 'The Art of War' quote:
"To know your enemy, you must become your enemy."
I read the dress code with great care.
Office dressing regulations favor restraint. So, no revealing tops (I'll close up the jacket). Buttoned every inch from waist to bust (ten buttons to create a nice, tight fit). White blouse (no bra needed). Long skirt or dress (not higher than the knee).
They need hosiery for women, a 1980s throwback. Check.
Certainly, I'm OK with that last point.
In addition to following office norms, I have my own rules.
I favor a suitable fit. My jacket doesn't come off the rack, so it's custom-made. It has ten buttons to cinch around my figure, waist to chest.
I prefer not to show cleavage. Camisole, covered.
My pencil skirt is made of silk and fits my curvy body snugly. The high slit on the side of my right leg means I can display more of my fully-fashioned black GIO stockings with the Manhattan stitching and seams.
Speaking of which, I love my legs. Thirty-six inches of ravishing femininity. People don't typically talk about themselves this way, but I'm not like other people. It's a fact. I cultivate this body like an Olympic athlete.
My body is my livelihood. I earn money with it. Some individuals dedicate years to developing their intellect; I work to maintain this amazing body.
Previously, I rented it out. $1,500 per hour, $10,000 minimum pay. $25,000 for a weekend.
Men who come to my room never think they've been shortchanged. They often desire to leave early. They inform me they're tired or exhausted. They request to be released.
I loosen my lock (yes, there's a key) only for those I find uninteresting. Once they're pleased, they return...nearly always.
"Hello, Jennifer Chamandi," Ava says, leading me to the corner office. A Sun Tzu teaching comes to mind:
"Spies should be recruited and used. Instruct them and provide for their needs."
Ava is captivating with her slender legs. She wears Chamandi's Black Suede Lorenzo 85 model. I possess two pairs of the 105s at home - black patent leather and scarlet.
She smiles and slows her pace to walk alongside me.
"Jimmy Choo Azia 110s," she mentions casually, not glancing at her feet. She noticed my choices previously. It excites me a bit.
"I appreciate your taste," I say, returning her grin.
"You have a talent for selecting shoes," she adds, eyes dancing. It's intimate, yet professional. My heart quickens slightly. She's just drawn my focus while maintaining a cordial demeanor.
"Aren't high heels a challenge?" she inquires. "Five inches?"
Most women can't manage it. In heels this tall, I can meet even the tallest man eye-to-eye (I'm five eleven).
"Sure," I admit, "but the glitz and glamour make up for it." In this outfit, I'm aiming to tickle her senses, bait her imagination.
Ava steps closer. "Your style makes me feel both intimate and professional." We stop momentarily. The air crackles. We're standing so close that I can feel her warmth.
She leans in, "You have a wonderfully nurturing presence." It's a compliment, but it feels more like sensual praise. She smiles and continues leading me to Mr. Johnson's office.
"Thank you," I respond, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks. Suddenly, an idea strikes me. Cautiously, I glance at her shoes. She's wearing heels I'm familiar with. Cautiously, I ask, "Ava, are those AUTUMN reflex-tecture over-the-knee boots?"
Okay, here it goes:
She kept going on about how incredible they are. "God, I wish..." She brought her hand up to her mouth. "Oh my, I'm so sorry. I don't know what I-."
"Don't even consider it," I said, reassuring her. "That word always comes to mind when I put them on." Her smile barely tried to hide, and I couldn't help but imagine being the one to give her that expression. "My name's Scarlett. I'm sure you know that already."
"Ava," she replied, taking my hand. It felt delicate but strong through my opera gloves. She held it a beat too long. I could feel her heart racing. This was her next move, trying to make a connection with me. There was a bit of moisture on her forehead.
"How about if I take you out for lunch after this?" I suggested. "We can share stories."
"About what?"
"Shoes," I suggested coyly. "Anything that turns you on."
She paused, studying my face closely. "What about teaching me to walk in those heels?"
I felt Pussy getting excited.
We walked the rest of the way to the corner office, neither of us speaking. But my stockings caused quite the commotion with their swishing sound. I liked it.
It's all in the walk.
Our route attracted a few nosy skeeters who popped their heads up for a look.
We arrived at the corner office. Ava knocked, then opened the door immediately. I made a mental note of that.
The guy behind the desk stood and walked towards me, offering his hand. He gave me a quick look-over. Just a flash of a glance, but he noticed.
We always notice.
"Welcome, Miss..."
"Scarlett. Just call me Scarlett."
He gestured towards a couch and chair set. "Jeff Cartright."
I took one of the armchairs. He took the other.
I'd layered today - Cecilia de Rafael Eterno Super Lucido high-gloss pantyhose under my Gio stockings. This action caused the two sets to cling together, providing a gratifying feeling.
"I like the way those stockings swish with every step," he said, eyeing me appreciatively. I could see the effect I had on him.
"It's all in the walk," I said. "Makes me feel sexy like something out of a cowboy movie."
"Uh-huh."
Ava returned, shutting the door behind her. He caught the glimpse of my legs. Ava was a bit upset by the way he checked me out.
I turned to face Jeff Cartright. "They call me Miss Scarlett when I work. I believe I should have a more elevated title here."
"You're wanted at the level of Vice President. That's the job."
"When you are anxious about a thing, you should try to pretend that you are not, and act naturally as you can. If you can do this, the anxiety will go away."
I licked my lips. "I need this title to have more credibility with your customers."
"Interesting." He looked at my appearance again. "We do have a two-year gap in your resume. Can you explain that?"
"I worked for an organization that takes secrets very seriously. The work I did there involves a high degree of discretion. I can't reveal what I did during that time."
"I see. Prior to that, you had some stretch of time working in news? I don't see it on your resume."
"I interviewed people," I replied. "Mostly men, but not always."
"Sorry, could you tell me more about your job?"
"I had the ability to draw information from people. It didn't matter who they were. They'd tell me anything eventually."
"Curious, what was your success rate?" he asked.
"100% of the time, I had people talking."
He sighed and stared at my full lips. "Can you share some of your techniques?"
"Sorry. I can't."
Jeff Cartright examined my stockings, then gave me a long, heated look. "I'd be curious to know if you could break me."
I simply smiled, brushing away the strands of my blue-blonde hair that had fallen over my crossed upper thigh. Give him time to fantasize.
He ponders for a bit. "EVP," he addresses no one in the room. I don't feel pressured to say anything. "What you've just mentioned has given me an idea. Would you be up for a bit of experimentation?"
I raise an eyebrow. "Perhaps," I reply.
"My thoughts are this," he begins. "Business development is not only about attracting new clients. It's also about enhancing market share. If you can bring down your primary competitor, then that's good for business. You with me?"
"You wish for me to bring down your competitor?" I mentally prepare myself.
"I can set up a meeting with their CEO. Would you be able to extract some vital information from him?"
"Sort of like a spy?"
"Essentially," he says. "Sun Tzu once wrote, 'Of all the soldiers, none is more personal than the spy; of all the rewards, none is greater than those granted to the spy; of all matters, none is more confidential than those involving espionage.'
Being a secret agent intrigues me. I imagine shedding my business attire for something more fitting for a spy. Perhaps some Wolford pantyhose and a loose-fitting dress will do. "What kind of information do you require?"
"I'd like to know who heads their top-secret AI research lab. They've got this fortress-like security setup encircling their AI development team. We've been trying to infiltrate it for quite some time. If you could obtain a list of their AI development team, the Senior Vice President position is yours."
"I'm quite the mercenary."
He tilts his head in confusion. "What did you say?"
"Fifty thousand." I stand firm.
He raises an eyebrow. "What did you say?"
"Fifty thousand. You said this is a contingency assignment. That's my fee."
He calculates the cost in his head. "That seems steep for a few days' work."
"I always get the job done."
"We'll see. The CEO's name is Jeff Anderson. I'll get you an appointment set up."
"Give me ten days."
As I'm walking out, I notice Ava seated in the cubicle adjacent to his office. I call her by her name and run my gloved hand across the fabric divider.
She turns with an incredulous look. "Scarlett," she says.
She rotates her chair to face me.
"I'm going to treat you to lunch," I say.
Without hesitation, she grabs her purse and quickly stands. The elevator is busy, so we remain silent. In the lobby, she orients towards me. "What kind of cuisine would you prefer?"
Reflecting on multiple possibilities, I state, "I can appreciate many different types or food. As long as it's served hot."
"Any specific place in mind?" she asks.
The ideas race through my mind. "I know a restaurant that's just perfect for us."
In the darkness of my lair, Ava places her purse onto the oversized couch. I secure the door, engage the locks, spin the key, and lock it in place.
When she turns to face me, I pounce on her.
I cram my tongue into her mouth and press my lips onto hers. She appears startled and doesn't reciprocate initially.
But it won't take long for her to submit.
With my arms around her neck, I hoist a leg behind her knees and steer her towards my plush rug.
She pulles her mouth away, flustered. "Scarlett! What are you...I'm not, I'm, I'm not, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I have a, I'm a, I'm a man—, ohhhhhhhh."
I dig my face into her vagina. She gasps. I gently lap at her clit to wet her up. She starts to moan. Good, she's responding. I smother her lips with delicate kisses all around her vagina. Gentle. Sweet and sloppy. Acquaint her with the anticipation of a climax. Soft, lingersing kisses all over. A tease. Steal a peek at her cute, hairless labia with a few strokes of my tongue. Gently. Going for the target. Penetrate her labia with a gentle sweep of my tongue.
"Scarlett, love, you don't have to..., I'm not, I'm, I'm not, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm expecting a baby—, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, ohhmmmmmm."
I wrapped my moist lips around her sensitive regions. My tongue started working its magic. I inserted it right where her G-spot was. Hit the jackpot.
"No, Scarlett. No, no, no, no, no, no. I can't. This is, this is, oh, oh, oh, ohhhhhh."
I sucked her clit gently into my mouth. Gave it a little lick.
"Oh Scarlett. Oh Scarlett. That's nice. That's soooooooo good. Oh yes, yes, yes, yes. Scarlett darling, oh dear, dear Scarlett..."
This was a good sign.
Here came the exciting part.
My mouth was as wet as my pussy.
Ava began to whimper. She was overwhelmed.
She was close already. So close.
I swirled my mouth and curled my tongue, still deep inside her. Then a series of soft, slippery kisses on her clit, mumumumumumumumumumumumumum.
She was gasping above me. Her hands guided me tighter, tighter. Her legs urged me deeper now. Clench, release, clench, release.
"That's it," she managed. "Right there. Yes, oh yes. Right there, right there, right there. More, more, more, more. Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..."
I shook my head back and forth, fast, fast, fast. That prompted another moan.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck, fuck."
It seemed she enjoyed it.
I covered her clit with saliva. Kept her nice and slippery.
Her lady juices were starting to seep into my mouth. Delicious and sweet.
I felt a slight swelling in her labia. My tongue pushed against her G-spot in fast pulses. That made her scream. "Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!"
Her whole body started to tremble. She was building sexual energy. Her body wanted it strong now. I thrust in harder. Caress her with my tongue. Flick it on every stroke in. Swirl, suck, lick, press. Swirl, suck, lick, pressssssssssssssssss.
"Ohhhhhhhh! Scarlett!!"
I puckered my lips and pressedsssssssssssssssssssssss.
She reached climax. Gloriously. Like a goddess. Pounded the floor with her fists. Her legs shook uncontrollably. She urged my tongue deeper into her, deeper, deeper, deeper. Her body was bouncing on the rug. Literally bouncing.
My tongue is more flexible than a solid cock. It's also wet. It lasts almost forever. I can keep her going and going and going for as long as she cums. It never gets soft, and I can curl it and swirl it and work it in just the right spots.
I kept my tongue on her clit and kept her cumming. On and on she came. I matched her spasms and enjoyed the journey. Setting her up for the next one.
And the next.
When she finally stopped cumming, I raised my head from her damp cunt. My lipstick was all over her. She stared at the ceiling. Her breasts rose and fell rapidly from the excursion.
I swooped up her body and lay on top of her. Our noses touched. I wondered what she was going to say next.
It didn't take long.
"Scarlett, that was, that was... Dear sweet goddess of sin, I've never, never, I've... I've never..."
"Cum like that?" I inquired hopefully.
"No. Well, yes, yes that. Absolutely, I have never, ever, ever cum like that."
"So what then?"
"Well Scarlett, you're, you're my first, my first..."
"Woman?"
Ava nodded quickly. I'm pretty sure she never thought she would.
Or could.
I pressed my lips to hers. This was a more intimate moment than sucking on her cunt. She kissed back. Tentatively. I slid my tongue back into her mouth. I started kissing her harder. I framed her head with the inside of my arms and bore down on her mouth. She liked that. I kissed her again and again. Then to that sensitive spot at the base of her neck. I locked my lips there.
Nibble, nibble, nibble.
She squirmed and giggled and pretended to struggle.
It turned her on.
It always turns me on.
I moved around and slid my tongue into Ava's ear. Then I put my wet lips back to her neck and worked them deep, deep into her skin.
She collapsed.
She interlaces her fingers over the sides of my head, and gently pulls me up for another kiss. Our lips lock and we French kiss, often, yet not engulfed in a fiery intensity. We intertwine our legs and swish our nylon-stockinged legs together.
I slowly reach down and caress her breasts, finding them to be equally impressive. As if factor, I'm already mouthing the first nipple before she can even allude to her surprise.
Her breathing begins to increase.
Inching my way back up, I gaze into her eyes. Our noses touch.
"Do you have a boyfriend, Ava?"
She nods.
"Is he capable of this?" I enquire.
She hesitates before shaking her head.
"How serious is your relationship? With the two of you?"
Ava stares off into space, contemplating. "I believed so. I truly did. Now I don't know. I'm at a loss for words."
"Ava, you are an exquisitely attractive lady. You don't have to lower your standards."
She considers those words for a moment. "Scarlett?"
"Yes, my dear?"
"Is this always the way?" She queries, inquisitively.
"For me, there's always a passionate connection with every person I'm with. We haven't even begun to discover what I can do to make you completely satisfied. I can make you cum so prolonged, so intense, so frequently, it'll alter your life. Transform you forever. You'll be racked with sexual energy. A powerful surge of desire will run through your body, ready to detonate whenever you yearn. I can generate an orgasm in you so astounding that you'll lose consciousness. Once you awaken, I'll still be tonguing your pussy, extracting yet another orgasm from you as you scream and request for more, more, more."
"Ohhh..." Ava moans.
"And I can share the sexual force with you as well. My pussy acts independently. To say the least, she can stimulate your tongue lightly in a way that feels delightful. She can grasp and hump a dildo inside you. She can wield a vibrator within your holes until you groan for relief. If you ever decide to shove your tongue into her, she'll gladly have it. To top it all off, in return, she'll cum into your mouth, remaining like a desperate slut."
Ava's chest starts to rock. She genuinely enjoys the rude talk.
In sync, my eyes lock onto hers, as we're both finding ourselves falling for this.
"You envision me as a ravenous, uncontrollable slut?"
"Yes. For every day. To be eternally willing, ready to offer my body. But only to the worthy."
"But didn't you come before I did just now?"
"Call it an investment."
"If you're amenable, I'll take you down a path of utter nakedness. I can teach you."
I draw up to her, and our mouths meet in a more gentler passion. She slips her tongue into my mouth.
She's a proficient kisser. Her tongue is soft, moist, and eager. She embraces my head with her arms and gets cozy for a lovely make-out session.
I'm gradually becoming involved.
After a few minutes, she takes a breather. "Scarlett, may I...Can I...Am I capable of remaining here for the night? I want to know if you are able to make me cum, just as you had planned. Can you transform me into a ravenous, lying slut? And I want to provide you with the same, making you cum too, just as you did for me. I want to witness you gasping, screaming, and viewed hysterically underneath me. I intend to make you transform into a quivering jelly."
"Sounds intriguing."
"And could I...Do you...Are you..."
My lips touch hers, a little less intense this time. She moves her tongue into my mouth.
She's a marvellous kisser. Her tongue is soft, wet, and driven. She hugs my head with her arms and settles down for a passionate make-out session.
I'm starting to really delve into this.
In no time, she lifts her head from the rug, peering at me with the utmost eagerness. She's adorable.
I couldn't care less, so I wet my tongue and lick her upper lip, teasingly. "You wish to know if I'm intimately involved with men too, Ava sweet?"
Let me think about that.
"Vagina munches on cock for breakfast, Ava darling. She's constantly hungry." Fact is, I wholeheartedly enjoy the texture of a large, bulky, lengthy, cock in my vagina. And I'm savouring each burst of lust.
A secret's about to emerge.
Ava raises her head back up and gazes at me thoughtfully. "What's a clandestine piece of information?"
I deviate to accommodate her question. I brought a dildo over here.
She was envisioning me as a sow-like wench.
"After a while, I got tired of it. So I looked for another job that paid well and allowed me to set my own rules. And I never had to see them again. But unfortunately, that job ended..."
"Did you lose it?"
"Actually, they wanted me to stay, but there were a couple of guys who couldn't seem to control themselves. They underestimated me. Big time.
"To be truthful, I prefer women. They're not as clingy. Men are like lap dogs. They need constant affection. Most of them have no idea what a woman's body needs. A woman knows her body the best. When I have sex with a man, I usually have to take care of myself. I have this particular way to do it. The pussy likes it better. How about you? Does your boyfriend's penis bring you pleasure?"
Ava blushed a little. She's not used to talking so candidly about sex. But from her face, I could see it touched a nerve.
"Okay, continues. So that's a no. How about his tongue? Would he win a pie-eating contest?"
That made her laugh. "Well, if we're being truthful here, I sometimes masturbate when he goes to the bathroom to clean up."
"Ava. What are you doing?"
She lay back and gazed at the ceiling. "Scarlett, why are you here? For business development? It doesn't appear to be something you'd be interested in."
"Don't fret about me. I have a plan. You, for example..."
"Yes, Scarlett. What about me?"
"If you happened to have a day off, would you want to spend it in bed with your boyfriend?"
Silence. Her answer was clear enough.
"I suspected as much." I grabbed her purse. "Here. You'll be calling in sick. You won't be showing up tomorrow either. And you can also call your boyfriend if you want to. I'm at 1 p.m. right now. You may want to grab something to eat. You'll need your strength." I glance up at the digital clock. "I'm planning on making love to you today, tonight, and all the way until dawn. You might want to pass out tonight, but I won't let you rest for long. We're going to have wild sex. We're going to fuck like starved sex slaves. By dawn, you'll be a babbling idiot. You'll cum so many times your pussy will never be the same."
Her eyes widen.
"Now, tell me, Ava. What do you think of that?"
Ava swallowed. Hard. Then she nodded. First slowly, then faster. Then fiercely.
Ava made the phone calls while I lay completely on top of her, nibbling at her neck. When she was finished, she switched off her phone and threw it back over her head. She wrapped her arms around me and hugged me gently. "I'm not hungry, Scarlett. I want you to fuck me now. I want to fuck and fuck and fuck until I, what did you say? become a babbling idiot."
I stepped away from her. "Let's try on some outfits first."
She jumped up enthusiastically. "I can't believe this. Scarlett, you're living my dreams, my fantasies. Holy hell!"
I take her hand and lead her to my drawer of corsets. Silk, lace, satin, leather, metal studded. Black, crimson, turquoise, blue.
She gazes at me in awe. "You wear all of this?"
I unfasten my skin-tight silk jacket and throw it on a chair. Then I unzip my pencil skirt and step out of it. I'm standing in front of her in a red and black silk corset, black silk Gio stockings, shoulder-length sheer opera gloves, and sky-high scarlet heels.
She takes her dress off in two seconds. Her plain, taupe bra is dull, but voluminous. No jewelry.
And no panties. I already removed them.
"Here." I choose one of my most scandalous bustiers, with six garters per leg, beautifully embroidered red silk, deeply cut with black bows to fasten the front.
I lead her into my nylon closet. When I open a drawer and pull out a bag containing loveliness, I can feel her breathing increase. [
See how the language and phrases were changed to make it more interesting and engaging? This will help keep readers interested in the text.
Inside of a pair of long, brown, nylon Gio stockings lies a breathtaking, feminine creation. I'm captivated by their beauty every time I pick them up. These are some of the finest fully fashioned stockings in the world. Created in England using 1920s-era machines, these stockings are completely non-stretch, ultra-sheer, and feature a mesmerizing back seam and stunning stitching from the heel to mid-calf. Observe how the contrasting pattern runs up the back in little triangles? That's the Charleston heel. I have numerous other stockings as well.
"Can I try them on?"
"Absolutely."
I assist her in sitting on a plush chair. I show her how to bunch the stockings into the nylon foot-form. I demonstrate how to line them up to ensure the back seams are straight and aligned. She straightens her leg and slides the nylon up to her groin. I assist her in fastening all the garters.
I step back to admire my handiwork. Wow, they make a huge difference. Her breasts look fantastic in the corset. Already, her confidence is soaring.
I retrieve a stunning pair of 5-inch strappy teal Louboutin sandals for her to examine.
"Wow, these are beautiful. But I can't really wear them."
I lift them higher and arch my eyebrows.
"Try."
She hesitates but steps into the high heels nonetheless. She wobbles a bit at first.
But she's not going anywhere. Not unless I want her to.
I complete her ensemble with a pair of shoulder-length black silk opera gloves and a ruby-studded choker - one of my many fetishes.
I watch as she gazes into the full-length mirror and gasps in awe. She turns to face me.
I'm seriously considering cumming right now.
She's a killer.
Fuck.
I mean, holy fuck.
Swishing her legs together, she gets a feel for the Gio stockings.
I settle back into a soft chair and gently pull her toward me. I press her face into my breasts. It's a risky move because, well, she's new.
She appears surprised at first, but her curiosity gets the better of her. She's observed them before; they're so large, so firm. I could easily drown her in them.
It's part of their allure.
At 38FF, my breasts are gargantuan.
Lo and behold, Ava is a world-class nipple-sucker.
Lo and behold, Ava possesses a high libido similar to mine. She pulls down the corset to reach my bosom. She flicks her tongue on a nipple and gives it a perfectly sweet, passionate suck. She's become engaged in the experience. Her face is buried in my breasts so quickly I'm left speechless. She's passionately sucking my nipples with such devotion, I can't fathom that she's my first. Her lips are plump and moist, and her technique is perfectly sensual. I'm teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
Let's be honest. I'm a control freak.
Perhaps I should stop over thinking things.
Should I let go of the reins and surrender?
If I let her be my dominant partner, would she be up for the task?
What if I simply let nature take its course?
From my vantage point, I see a stunningly beautiful woman eagerly sucking on my nipples. Her crimson mane is scattered across my body. Her lips are full, wet, and so very skillful in their urgency. And her tongue... it's a revelation. She licks, she sucks, she kisses my breasts with unparalleled tenderness. As only a woman can.
Should I relinquish control? Should I let myself give in?
Sun Tzu be damned. I crave this woman.
Oh yes.
I gently push her head onto my breasts.
And open my legs.
She doesn't hesitate.
I thought she would. I believed I would have to entice her. I assumed I would have to guide her along.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
She's so willing, so eager. She kisses me all around my vagina with unflagging intensity. So soft, so luscious, so exquisitely delicate. She explores every nook and cranny, licking with tenderness but enough force to provide pleasure. Just so, so good. So wet. Her lips and tongue are virtually irresistible.
So eager. [
Little kisses now. My cat is delighted. She loves this. Look, see Kitty, see who I brought home for you? See how I adore you so much?
Ava's lips are making their way in now. I recall what I said.
Think about what would drive you crazy. Think about the perfect way someone could make you a lusty femme fatale. Then do that.
She realizes it.
Her tongue engages in licking. Flicking, curving 'round. Those pretty soft wet lips on my clit now. Oh, oh, oh.
Nibble, nibble, nibble.
She probes her tongue inside. Little snake tongue.
Mmmmmmmmm.
She sucks my clit gently into her mouth.
Suck, suck, suck, suck.
My mind starts to fade.
Kitty is about to cum.
Typically, I employ this technique when I need to reach orgasm. I can't just cum with the penis alone. I always need some assistance.
I usually do it when the guy is preoccupied with his own pre-orgasm.
Rub all around my clit. Two wet fingers swirling around and around. Masturbate. Swirl. Masturbate. Swirl. Build myself. Build, build, build. And when I'm ready, so ready: Dig into it with the pads of my fingers.
Masturbate, swirl, masturbate, swirl, masturbate, swirl.
The thing is: I don't need to. Not this time.
Ava's got the drill.
That amazing tongue. That marvellous mouth.
So wet. So lively. So, so, soooooooo hungry.
Her mouth performs the work. Masturbate, swirl, masturbate, swirl, masturbate, swirl.
Deep, deep inside me. So deep, so hot. Building.
She inserts a finger inside me now. Then two.
Deep inside my shell, I feel a wave of uncontrollable energy.
Three fingers. Pumping. In and out, in and out while her tongue stays with my clit.
Just like she would like.
A volcano. Magma starts to spew. Rising, rising, rising. Ohhhhhhhhhh.
I need this, I need this, I need this.
"Dig into her, Ava," I shout. Indeed, shout. "Dig, dig, dig!"
She presses firmly. Those heavy, sappy, soft, slippery lips. The glistening tip of her tongue.
Dig, dig, digssssssssssssssssss.
Rising, rising, rising.
This is it.
The magma dam bursts.
My whole body goes into a spasm.
I inhale deeply beyond my limit.
Fuuuuuuuuuuuck!!!!
CUMMING!!! Cumming, cumming, cumming.
I throw my head back and draw her head deep, deep inside me.
Cumming, cumming, cumming.
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I squeeze my legs around her head. Squeeeeeeeeeeze.
Kitty initiates an intimate embrace with her.
Cumming still. Cumming, cumming.
"Stay with her. Stay with her. Yes, yes, yes dear sweet Bethany, stay with her."
My body quivers like I'm possessed.
On and on and on.
Ava remains with me. She kisses Kitty a hundred times. A hundred little kisses. Oh, oh, oh.
I'm quivering now. Cumming, cumming so hard. She remains with me. Harder, harder. "Harder!" I shriek. Her lips push in with everything she's got.
Gasping, laboured, harried breaths.
She's still going.
Ava coaxes a few more convulsions out of me. My breathing eases up.
Finally, I can settle down. Ava's kisses become tender. She licks softly now. Licking up my juices, little kisses, little sucks, little licks.
She acts like she's head over heels for Kitty. They have a gentle little make out session.
I'm awestruck, dear sweet, salivated Bethany.
Ava's a natural.
I pull her onto my body and embrace her. I enfold my arms around her and kiss her mouth. She's still eager.
God, she's a splendid kisser.
Mmmmmmmmmm.
I could become accustomed to this.
When at last I'm panting at an even pace, I look into her eyes. "I can't believe that was your first time. You're holding back on me, lover."
"Kate, you've unearthed something within me. It was always there. It was just - suppressed somehow."
"We're going to find out what else is hidden in there. Are you ready for that?"
"Oh, what did you say? - Sweet Catherine. I want you, Kate. You're the sexiest person I've ever met. Just a few hours ago, I'd never imagine saying that."
The look on her face is raw, carnal desire.
She quickly drops down. Her lips locate my eager vaginal opening and start working their sweet magic.
Again.
I hadn't expected this outcome.
The guy whose place this was supposed to be was supposed to be me.
Endless, aimless enjoyment.
I can feel a new orgasm coming already.
Oh dear sweet Lilith! Oh damn, damn, damn. She's remarkable. She's so excellent. So wet. So demanding. I'm so, so needy.
Cumming again. Yes, again, again, again. Oooohhhhhhh.
My body is quivering. Spasming. Honey spreads across my core and drenches my psyche.
Ava and me. We're a suited pair. Mindless, horny, demanding, insane sluts.
Sixty-nine. I demand.
We've got the groove now. We know. We both know. We're on the same page. Lips and tongue, massage, twirl, press oh so hard.
Cumming together. We adore cumming together. Time and time again. Our bodies a writhing, heaving, spasming entity.
Oh Lilith, thank you. Thank you for giving me my very own perfect, gorgeous, horny, eager, yearning, frantic, lustful, vain, heaving fuck toy slut.
I won't let you down. I'll show her the way.
She'll be yours.
And mine.
All mine.
So much pleasure. So much ceaseless, horny, unending pleasure.
Seven Days Onward
"Your assistant is here," says the receptionist.
Next to her is a gorgeous woman. She stands in an empty doorway. When the receptionist turns away, she licks her luscious plum lips and blows a kiss towards me. My heart races.
She's wearing impeccable gorgeously smooth full-fashioned stockings - Gio's no less. I can see the minor bumps of the double garters prominent in her form-fitting silk dress. Creamy chocolate brown, black seam, intricate Manhattan Heel stitching up her calf. The black mirror-reflective Lorenzo 105 stiletto spikes heighten her legs, making them dreamy.
Ava's a quick learner.
This time around, she doesn't turn away from me. When I get to the private reception space, she pulls me into a nook. Her arms are around my neck; her lips are pressed to my own.
"I'm so frigging horny, Scarlett. After your session, take me to lunch," Ava whispers into my ear.
Casually, I wrap her wrists and press them down to her sides. I gaze into Ava's eyes, our noses near touch. "You got a mission from me. I saw some individuals knock on his balcony and walk straight in. I want you to man the door and tell them to check back later. But..." I looked at my watch. "At precisely 10:40, send the juiciest gossiper in the entire office to bring an urgent message to him. Have her step right in."
"Scarlett, you're not..."
"Certainly I am. Trust me. This aids you. And remember: 10:40 precisely."
I looked into her eyes. I had to ensure she was on task. She nodded. "However, you're not in accordance with your uniform specifications."
"Doesn't matter," I say. "This is the final day at the office."
I'm wearing a skirt so short I need to wear basic back-seamed chocolate Maison Close pantyhose, see-through all the way to Pussy and beyond.
My silk jacket is bespoke, of course, with only two buttons.
"It doesn't matter," I say. "This is my final day at the office."
We traverse down the open office hallway towards the posh corner office. Quite a few employees make up an excuse to go to the restroom.
I disregard them all.
We reach the corner office. Ava raps twice on Cartwright's door, then opens it forcefully. She leaves the door ajar so I have to veer around her. She lingers near me, leering. Ava licks her lips seductively while I pass. I blatantly brush my chest against hers. She beams.
Cartwright glances up from his computer then back to his workstation. He pairs his gaze to my legs, set between my miniskirt and my ruby red 5-inch Jimmy Choo stilettos.
"All combat is based on deception. Therefore, when we are able to attack, we must seem unable; when utilizing our forces, we must appear inactive."
I spread myself across the sofa's armrest and cross my legs with a divinely audible swish.
Cartwright brushes away from his desk and plants himself facing me. He takes a little while to keep his gaze steady.
"So," he says. "What's the news?"
If you procure a notepad for me, I'll share the names.
The company's AI development team? You've got it in your grasp?
Certainly, I've got it.
I'm transported back to a serene Saturday morning. With my body entwined around him for ten elongated hours, this man couldn't seem to cease his chatter. It seemed he truly longed to climax. But Pussy allows that act only when commanded. As soon as I enveloped him with my body and Pussy started its work, the outcome was apparent.
Sunday evening brought about his plea to gift me a flash drive. He even proposed utilizing my computer to upload it.
"Yes. I possess it."
"How am I to validate your list's authenticity? I can't offer you payment or employment until I confirm the list's credibility," he remarked, hitting it right on the head.
Naturally, this is what I had predicted. I retrieved a slender, stapled document from my leather portfolio and showcased it. "You'll need to peruse this. I'll assist you."
I directed my gaze toward the unoccupied cushioned seat next to me. I crossed my legs toward it. Cartwright took the cue.
He sat opposite me on the couch and leaned closer to peruse my findings.
So close, yet not quite there.
"This room is quite overheated, isn't it," I commented.
"Yes, particularly hot," he replied, catching the double meaning.
He places two digits between my jacket's buttons. He holds his breath, awaiting my gesture.
I loose the buttons, lean slightly forward, and remove my jacket.
When I pronounced 38FF, I wasn't fibbing. And they're true to form.
My blouse struggles to contain them. My erect nipples assert themselves beneath the silk, protruding as if to attack. At least they're mostly obscured for now.
I brush back my hair, allowing it to cascade down, engulfing my breasts and landing on my lap.
Breathe deeply.
Employee number thirteen is fast becoming visible.
He doesn't advance.
Not yet.
He believes he has the strength of will.
Men are convinced they hold the upper hand, that they rule the world.
Men consider themselves the dominant sex.
Male supremacy is about to end.
I catch a glimpse of his growing members straining beneath his Gio-clad trousers. I reach out to touch it. But retract my hand.
My blouse slips slightly downward.
As a result of his deliberation hesitation, I capitalize.
"Are you eager to examine this list or not?"
He swallows hard. Our eyes meet. My lips are inches away from his.
Six inches. A significant measurement. It's what I estimate he wields in his trousers.
"Yes," he murmurs, "but I expect it'll come at a high cost."
'Allow your objectives to be secretive and impenetrable as night, and when you move, strike like a thunderbolt.'
"Much more than you can imagine," I reveal.
He runs his gaze over me, from footwear to face. He attempts to hide his marvel.
I draw a deep breath.
The blouse loses more ground.
My attributes are breathtaking.
But he's beginning to understand.
Female control is poised to take over.
A stray blonde hair tumbles in front of my face. I slither my tongue out, loop it around the lock, and reposition it.
Then I retract my tongue into my mouth. My eyes never avert.
His expression is pondering. What's the secret strategy?
No ruse.
The bulge in his pants is obvious.
His lips slightly part. He's speechless.
I uncross my legs.
The time has arrived.
The blouse descends further.
A small selection of my nipples rise to confront him.
He's struggled. He's lost.
I mentally prepare.
He zeroes in on my ample bosom.
Where his face is, lies a narrow gap between my breasts.
I lift my right knee and connect it to the back of the couch. Now, he's between my thighs.
His head dives into my bountiful bosom.
This tactic is well-rehearsed.
I arch my back, pushing my hair to the floor. To give the scene some depth. I make sure my hair partially covers my face, manifesting terror and disgust.
Almost right.
I apologize, Pussy. My intentions shifted this time.
The door opens.
I witness an inverted snapshot of an older woman framed in the doorway. She appears to be fully adhering to the dress code.
The door shuts.
Yay. She's gone.
I uttered a desperate moan, not too loud, enough to reach the initial few ranks in the cubicles.
Ava rushed in. She shouted.
She was undoubtedly screaming for me.
"Mister Cartwright," announced the busybody.
I assumed a pitiful expression for her. Even upside down, she comprehended.
Cartwright withdrew his face from my breasts. I used my upper leg to push him off me. I did so with some force, causing him to fall flat on the floor, his bottom hitting the ground.
The male dominion...
A Decade Later
Cartwright is gone. His firm is being scrutinized by the SEC and the FTC for corporate espionage.
His competitor is implicated in a plot to deceive the United States government. And for disclosing confidential AI information to the Chinese.
The Chinese didn't actually obtain any of it.
The foolish chap I screwed for the USB drive phoned me in a panic. He desired it back.
I provided it to him.
One terabyte of highly sensitive artificial intelligence software.
He got it back. Plus an especially intriguing extra. Deftly hidden, of course. When he inserts it into his computer network to check it, a tiny program will send the remainder of it to me. Then it will erase their entire IP.
But it won't vanish.
Since I'll have it.
The Rule of Men is nearing its end.
As Ava prepares to extract yet another climax from my body using her magical tongue, I look down lovingly at the kinetic sea of her red hair that jostles around my abdomen and thighs.
I watch her head draw tiny circles as she brings me to the brink of insanity. With Ava, everything I thought I knew, everything Sun Tzu has instructed me, is irrelevant.
She quit her occupation, clearly. She's with me now. We're a duo. She's fully committed.
The AI technology is now mine. That's the brain. Next step, the body.
Beware world. We are approaching.
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