My partner sent me a text at lunch saying everyone was out of the office and I should come “interview for a new position” which of course was code for fuck. I took a half day, quickly went home and changed for the occasion. Hair up, tight pencil skirt and a silky blouse that hinted at the black lingerie I was wearing underneath.
When I arrived he gave me a tour of the office before we took our place in the meeting room where he “conducted his interview”.
“What do you bring to the table?” he asked. I basic-instinct style uncrossed and crossed my legs so he could glimpse the gaterbelt. His eyes lingered on the opening of my skirt and a small smirk touched his lips.
“Mmhmm and anything else?”
I slowly rose from my chair and sat on the table infront of him. Not saying anything, letting the silence and the tension build. I was trying to keep my composure and match his stare but my my heart was racing. I normally am more submissive, but not today. I could tell he was loving it.
“I bring my undivided attention and eagerness to please.”