Quinn moved around the room, setting down bottles of water in front of the various executives. The woman was completely out of their usual league. Oh, she had the amazing curves, but her personality, her style…. They were so out of the norm that when she was suggested as a possible replacement for the secretary, people were a more than a little skeptical. She was not exactly professional. Even now, in her pencil skirt and white button-up blouse, there was an edge to her that would not be hidden. The skirt was made out of leather, the heels she wore had spikes coming off the heels. She had a leather choker wrapped around her pale neck and a silver ring glinted from the right side of her nose. The violet dye of her hair was pulled up into a bun. Add in the heavy black eye makeup that made her gray eyes seem otherworldly, and the way her button-up gaped far enough to see the several straps of her bondage-inspired bra crossing her chest. She looked like a rock star playing pretend secretary. Yeah, she so did not look the part… But at the same time, that made her all the more appealing.
Quinn loved the way the other men in the room stared at her as she moved, some of them trying to play it cool, but most so desperate to get a better look down her shirt that they did not even try to hide their glances. The rumors surrounding what happened to the men who dared to disrespect Quinn were outrageous but effective at making them stay in line. Quinn was not shy, and maybe that was why she was suggested her for the position. She was a ball buster, loud, and kind of bitchy to everyone. She did not take any shit. She was not just outspoken. No, Quinn had a thing for teasing, for showing off. She took some kind of sick pleasure from taunting all these horny men who could only look and never touch without the risk of losing a hand. It was so fucking good for her ego, to watch knowing that everyone wanted her. Young or old. Married or single. Big or small.
Quinn ‘accidentally’ dropped a napkin on the floor and bent over like a stripper on stage. All eyes were on her leather-clad ass as she reached for the napkin, and Quinn swore she heard someone groan at the sight. She did not blame them. Not one fucking bit. She cleared her throat, and like a bunch of guilty schoolboys, their eyes darted back to the presenter who was doing his best to give his speech. She placed her little tray of water bottles in the middle of the conference table before she moved around the room, not stopping until she pulled an empty chair out and slid her perfectly round ass right into the seat. Quinn did not say anything, though she had a little smirk on her lips that she could not quite shake as she rested one elbow on the table so she could prop her head up as she watched the presenter segway his speech into a God damned power point presentation. Her chin in her palm, Quinn tapped her black painted nails against her lower lip, her gray eyes focused on the projected image full of pie charts and info graphics about how a higher moral increases the rate of success for a company. It was honestly a real shame they had to have a whole human resources department there. It did not really seem that fucking necessary.
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