***”A Good First Impression” by Clit Club***
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**Chapter 1**
I stared wistfully out of the floor to ceiling glass windows that surrounded my corner office. The late afternoon sun glazed the Chicago skyline. When you work 60 hours a week, you learn to appreciate moments of respite, however brief they may be. The sound of my secretary Linda’s voice sliced through my daydreams.
“Ms. Belafonte, Angel Molina is here for his interview.”
I strode back to my desk, aware of the faint sting of my new slingbacks biting into my ankles. “Send him in,” I replied, smoothing my lapels. Angel Molina’s black hair was freshly shorn and faded. He wore an expertly tailored Armani suit and white gold cufflinks that sparkled under the fluorescent tubes that illuminated my office. The tailoring was so precise that I could make out the outline of his lean muscles as he extended his hand to me. I knew he had to be younger than me by at least 20 years, but I was struck by a potent lust that I hadn’t known in ages.
“It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Molina,” I said in a suddenly breathy voice. A smile erupted across his face. His white teeth glittered behind a pair of pillowy pink lips.
“Call me Angel, Ms. Belafonte.”
“Liz will do,” I replied. His eyes were the color of black coffee, and he gazed at me with latent ferocity. “Please, have a seat,” I said, perching awkwardly on the corner of the desk nearest to him. “I’ve reviewed your resume, Angel, and I must say, I’m very impressed. You served 8 years in the Marine Corps, graduated top of your class at Stanford University, and you even co-founded a nonprofit for at-risk youths.”
As I droned on, I became aware of Angel’s eyes as they continued to drift to the hem of my pencil skirt. How long had it been since someone looked at me so hungrily? The weight of his overt glare filled me with warmth and desire. I had to mask my amusement as his eyes flashed back to mine. “Why do you want to work for Sybil Roth Incorporated?” I asked, internally cringing at my coquettish tone.
“What I really love most about this company is its generosity and its thighs. I mean size,” he said, blushing slightly. When he looked away, I seized the opportunity to inch my legs apart just a little bit more. I knew my male coworkers had probably hooked up with applicants in the past, but if a female CEO followed suit, she would be considered emotionally unstable, incompetent even. But I wanted Angel. I kept inching my legs further apart until a look of recognition passed over his face. His mouth fell open slightly as he met my gaze.
For a moment, my heart raced. What was I thinking? I could almost imagine the unmistakable shuffle of Stuart from HR. I squeezed my knees together and made a move toward my office chair. Suddenly, I felt the warmth of Angel’s hands. He stood, pressing me back against my desk and pushing my legs apart with his knee. My adrenaline soared as I fumbled for the switch that shuttered the glass around my office.
I think you’ll find that I’m an excellent candidate, Liz,” he said before kissing me deeply.
**Chapter 2**
Angel leaned in, kissing me ravenously as my wave machine crashed to the carpet.
“Everything okay in there?” Linda buzzed in quizzically.
“Yes, of course. Thanks Linda,” I replied.
Angel stifled a chuckle as he kissed my neck, frequently grazing the surface of my skin with the tips of his ultra-white teeth. “You gonna give me the job, Liz?” he whispered in a vaguely menacing voice that turned me on like a faucet.
“Well, I don’t know, Mr. Molina,” I said, feigning ambivalence.
“I think you’re going to give me the job,” he said, leaning into me. I could feel him hardening under his slacks. I knew then that I’d found myself the perfect assistant.
“What if I don’t?” I asked coyly. My heart caught in my throat as he roughly bent me over so that my left breast was mashed against my keyboard. He squeezed my ass tightly, and his hands grazed the outline of my breasts.
“Offer me the job, Liz,” he commanded, unzipping my skirt with a flourish.
“I have to interview other applicants,” I said, feeling so exposed and so electrified at the same time. Angel scoffed as he forced my panties down to my feet. The chill of the office air invaded my bare skin.
“No you don’t,” he ordered, giving me a sudden hard slap on the ass. I whimpered and my knees bent.
“I’ll interview as many candidates as I want,” I said defiantly while simultaneously offering myself again. Angel responded with another sharp whack.
Linda’s sardonic tone filled my office again. “Ms. Belafonte, is everything okay in there?”
“Yes. Everything is perfect, Linda. Why don’t you take the afternoon off?”
“Certainly, ma’am,” she said.
I sighed with relief at the sound of her heels clicking away. “I just don’t know if you have the qualifications I’m looking for,” I said, egging Angel on once again.
“Spread your legs and I’ll show you my qualifications.”
I did as I was told. Angel squeezed my ass which still stung from the impact of his palms. “Fine,” I said smugly. “I want to feel your lips and your tongue, now,” I demanded. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him sink to his knees on the office carpet. He used his hands to roughly part my cheeks before kissing between my legs. A moan escaped my mouth as his tongue began to explore me.
“Do I have the job?” he asked before plunging his tongue inside of me.
“I’m just not convinced,” I said, teasing him dangerously.
Angel grunted with playful frustration. He dipped one finger inside me and then another. His fingers were thick and they spread apart aggressively inside me. The resulting sensation was equal parts pleasure and pain. I opened my mouth to protest, and gasped with surprise as his breath reached my aching clit. I shook involuntarily with each twirl of his tongue.
“Do I have the job?” he asked.
“I’m not entirely convinced.”
“Get on your back,” he growled.
**Chapter 3**
Angel fingers worked expediently unbuttoning my blue silk blouse. When he was done, he slipped the soft fabric down off my shoulders. I shivered as my back made contact with the cold, polished surface of my desk. My heartbeat quickened as he ran the calloused tips of his fingers along the inside of my thighs. His nails raked against my skin, sending a flurry of chills coursing from my knees to my clit which was slick and wet from the tantalizing encounter with his tongue. Angel paused for a moment, standing between my legs. A megawatt smile consumed his face. The skies beyond my windows began to dim.
“For my first act as your assistant, I’m going to have to ask you to stay exactly like that. Don’t you dare move,” he said. His eyes sparkled playfully, but his voice was sharp. He barked his commands with a sense of confidence that I found maddening. Angel stared admiringly at the exposed area between my legs.
“And if I refuse?” I rasped, attempting to hide my excitement.
Angel laughed, his tone slightly condescending. I was surprised to realize that he had stirred something deep inside me. Suddenly, he leaned over me and brought a hand to my throat. A moan escaped my lips at the sensation of his light grasp below my jaw.
“Go right ahead, Liz. I’d like to see you try.”
Before I could reply, Angel stepped back. I heard the sound of a zipper moving downward. He made eye contact with me as he unbuckled his belt. He folded the leather in his hands. I gasped, inching backwards theatrically as he forced my legs further apart. I felt the abrupt sting of his belt on my inner thigh as it popped against my tender skin.
Angel smiled wider. “You oversee thousands of employees everyday. You dictate every single mundane detail of your life. You’ve reached the apex of your career,” he said casually, studying the belt wrapped around his hand. “You think you have unlimited power. But guess what,” he said, dropping his pants to reveal a pair of black boxer briefs that stretched impressively over his toned muscles. “I’m going to give you what you really need, Liz.”
With a look of bold defiance, Angel pulled his boxer briefs down, exposing a cock so long and thick that I gasped. He stroked himself for a moment, showing his pleasure unabashedly with every movement of his hand. I ached, anticipating every inch of him. “I have the power now,” he said, gasping and gritting his teeth.
“Yes,” I agreed breathlessly.
“Good girl,” he said mischievously. I opened myself to him. He bent to kiss me. I was surprised by the sudden tenderness of his lips against mine. The kisses were chaste and gentle. After a moment, he paused to whisper, “I’m going to use you until you’re raw, until you can’t take it anymore.”
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