It was an important meeting. She needed to secure her goal without fail lest her reputation implode. Everything was riding on her powers of persuasion and she was ready to do anything. For she was dealing with the King, a powerful brick of a man known for his formidable judgement and steady authority. He was both loved and feared by all. Men cowered in his shadow & vied for his approval, as women draped themselves on him whenever he allowed.
She knew it would not be easy to get what she wanted. She knew she had to give a little in order to take. Her strategy was to disarm, distract and infiltrate. So she purposefully selected a dress that showed off all her assets, a low rounded neckline and a flared skirt cut just below her ass made of waist-hugging silk. Knee high boots and a suit jacket finished the look. She felt in control, and ready to make this supposed King kneel.
She walked with purpose towards his office, her hips swinging side to side to match her stride. She could feel people’s gaze on her short skirt as it rhythmically smacked the back of her upper thighs. It made her excited, anticipating and powerful.