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“Damn, you’re hot,” I said out loud, complimenting myself as I looked in the mirror. It wasn’t just how I looked, although I couldn’t deny that. It was true in just about every aspect of my life. I finally broke through the glass ceiling at the bank where I had worked for twenty years. I worked hard and did whatever was necessary to climb from being a teller to vice president. Six months ago, I married my third husband, a man who loves me for who I am and lets me live my life. My three daughters are all in their 20’s and early 30’s, living on their own. I am financially secure. The promotion meant my savings and investments were piling up faster than I ever thought possible. I am fit and work hard at taking care of myself. My body rivals the bodies of my athletic daughters.  I smiled admiringly at myself in the mirror as I ran my petite hands down the front of my new pink custom-tailored suit from Neiman Marcus. It was a splurge, but worthy of a bank vice president. Images online showed the small tight-fitting blazer without a top, showing off her cleavage. Unfortunately, the bank wouldn’t allow that, although my firm 34C tits would pull it off. Instead, I decided to wear a sheer white top with the buttons open as low as I could get away with while still maintaining the bank’s professional requirements. The blouse was see-through enough to require a bra. I decided on beige that covered only what was necessary, allowing the low opening and semi-transparent fabric to show off my cleavage.  The pencil skirt was tight-fitting and stopped three inches above my knees to accentuate my perfect small round ass. My matching four-inch pumps raised my height to a sexy 5’6” to finish the look I wanted. My long brunette hair cascaded over my shoulders with a light curl, showing off my hazel eyes and tan skin.Yes, I’m hot and honestly a little cocky about it. I didn’t get here by accident. I have faced personal and professional challenges along the way and have done whatever was necessary to rise above them. I’m good at what I do and know exactly how to use everything I have to get what I want. My willingness to go the extra mile has been acknowledged by my bosses publicly and behind closed doors. In this competitive line of work, favors are rewarded and advancement is earned.Now it’s my turn. As a new vice president, I watch for young highly-motivated employees, especially if I find them desirably handsome like Jefferson. It started when I first saw him take a second look and watch me longer than a typical employee should ogle their boss as she walks by. A woman knows when a man is undressing her with his eyes. The look on his face when I first caught him told me everything.I started grooming him subtly with simple work assignments that became more personal. I rewarded extra effort on the job with small bonuses or letters of recognition in his employee file. At the same time, I watched how he responded to the glimpses of my cleavage and ass I offered inconspicuously.  I observed how he looked at me when he sat in the chair in my office as I stood and leaned against my desk in front of him. He was glad for the chances, showing his eagerness to do whatever it takes to advance his career.The ankara travesti opportunity to take a personal interest in Jefferson’s professional career for my own pleasure is a perk I have in my job. How do I know? I learned from the best. I was mentored by high-powered bosses who offered me personalized opportunities for advancement. Each opportunity required more from me, and each time I made sure I exceeded their wildest expectations. I am not ashamed of using what I have to achieve success. Everybody does.  I learned well. Now it is my turn.Jefferson’s new personalized executive mentoring and advancement track began during an annual employee evaluation I purposely scheduled on a Friday afternoon at 4:30. I took my bra off, but kept my blazer on to begin. Beneath the skirt was only an already-soaked tiny black thong.Jefferson came into the review wearing a standard blue sports coat, white dress shirt, tie, and gray pants. Jefferson was just over six feet tall, muscular, with brown hair and blue eyes that accentuate his rugged square jawline. I knew from his file that he was twenty-five.“Please sit down,” I said, pointing to the brown leather chair in front of my large executive desk. I sensed some nervousness on his part, like most employees coming into an annual evaluation, fearful of something unexpected.  I remained behind my desk for the evaluation. I took my time going through the usual process, to ensure our discussion of the final section took place well past the hour. As usual, the office emptied by 5:00 on a Friday, especially the senior management offices upstairs. “Before we discuss the final portion for this next year, any questions about your evaluation so far?” I asked.“No,” he answered. “This has been amazing. I like working for you. I appreciate your kind words and confidence in me. You’re a mentor to me.”“You’re welcome,” I answered. “It is well deserved, Jefferson. I want you to know your hard work to please me hasn’t gone unnoticed.”“Thanks, Boss,” he said.“Or unrewarded,” I said, with a slight smile. “Before we talk about your new goals, duties, and compensation for this next year, would you please close my office door? We don’t want others jealous of what I want to offer you.”Jefferson’s eyes widened with immediate exhilaration. “Uh, sure,” he said, jumping up to eagerly oblige. He walked across the large office and closed the door. It was unnecessary since we were the only two people left on the executive floor, but an important preparation for what I had planned. I had preset the handle to lock when the door was closed, further ensuring we would not be interrupted.  Jefferson returned to his chair, excited that his evaluation was going better than he imagined. He looked up at me from across the desk, with suspense-filled anticipation.I stood up and started to walk around my large desk. “Do you mind if I take my coat off?” I asked, feigning permission.“Uh, no. I mean, it’s your office,” he answered.“That’s right,” I said, smiling as I slipped the coat over each shoulder, letting it fall into my hands. I laid it on my desk as I continued around the desk, until in front of it. I leaned my ass against the desk, taking hold of travesti ankara its edge with both hands on either side of me. As I did, my short hem hiked up, stopping just below my pussy. My bare, tan legs stretched out directly in front of him, with my four-inch heels planted an inch from his shoes.  I leaned forward slightly, in a natural position, yet offering an ample view of my cleavage from the low-cut sheer blouse. My stiff nipples showed off impressively through the thin, sheer fabric.Jefferson gasped audibly. His eyes unavoidably glued to my tits before nervously darting around. He was uncomfortable and unsure where he should look, with his boss positioned seductively in front of him. I was certain I saw movement in his lap.“As I’ve made clear, I like you, Jefferson. I believe you have great potential. I’ve decided I want to help you get to places you’ve only dreamed of as others have done for me.”“Thank you, so much Pam,” he replied. “That means a lot.” He did his best to keep his focus on my eyes.“That’s the way this business works. I am going to make you an offer I’ve never made to anyone else. If you accept it, it is guaranteed, but off-the-books. It is also a one-time, take-it-or-leave-it opportunity.” I paused to watch his face for a response.“Okay,” he said, with a look of excited curiosity.“If you decide not to take it, there will be no hard feelings or repercussions. It will never be mentioned or offered again. Whether you accept it or not, you must first promise that you will not mention a word of this conversation or its outcome to anyone.”“Wow. Okay. I promise. Just between you and me. I appreciate your trust. This sounds serious.”“It’s more serious if you accept it,” I replied with a smile. The air in the office thickened with suspense. “If you accept, I will personally and actively work to fast-track your advancement here. That means promotions, responsibilities, perks, and compensation packages that will come far faster than usually happens, or is allowed.”“Wow, Pam! You’d do that for me?”“I would, gladly,” I answered. “It would be earned and deserved.”“I’m glad for any opportunity you want to give me. I’m a fast learner. Why would I not accept that?”“Good question. The only possible reason is that it will require your commitment to do anything and everything I ask, no matter what. No hesitations. No limitations.”“How is this different from what I’m doing now?”I put my foot up on the seat of his chair, exposing the inside of my leg and pussy to him. “Anything. Anywhere, Any time,” I answered with gentle firmness in my voice. The ends of my mouth rose, to offer a small smile.“Oh shit,” he replied, stunned. His face showed a mix of emotions. “You’re serious.”“As serious as your dick is hard. I’ve seen the ways you’ve looked at me, Jefferson. Am I right?”Jefferson blushed awkwardly, embarrassed. He glanced quickly at his lap, confirming the movement of his thickening cock.I smiled, self-satisfied with how this was going. I had seen his passing lustful looks since he started. This was the first time I was in a position to see his cock responding to the fantasy of being fucked by his boss.“One-time offer Jefferson. You say ‘no,’ and ankara travestiler this conversation never happened. You can walk out that door, and nothing changes. You say ‘yes,’ your career rockets with the added responsibility of becoming my little work fuck toy, among other things. This is of your own free will and consent. Think carefully about your response. This will be binding. There is no backing out as long as you work for me.”Jefferson looked lustfully at me, focusing on my tits and visible black thong. He took a risk and softly caressed the top of my leg as if testing the softness of my skin.“Ah, ah, no touching,” I ordered. I picked his large hand off my leg and threw it down. “There is only one way that happens, and this is the only opportunity you’ll have. This offer is time-sensitive. You have one minute before the offer is rescinded,” I said, using my best negotiation tone. I glanced up at the clock on the wall, pulled my foot down from his chair, and leaned back again against the front of my desk. I crisscrossed my arms across my chest.Jefferson pondered, taking his time to look up and down my body as he considered the offer, cost, and risk.“Ten seconds,” I counted, as the second hand approached the starting point. “Nine, eight, seven, six.”“Yes,” he said, looking up. “I accept.”I smiled as I stood up in front of him. It was now my turn to assess the prize. I ran my finger through his hair, and down his chest. “You promise your complete submission. Anything I ask. No limits.” My petite hand continued down and took hold of his crotch.“Yes. I will do anything you require without limits,” he repeated, in a tone, as if aroused himself by the offer.“Very good. We start now, then,” I said. “Effective immediately, you will see an increase in your salary. As a salaried employee, your compensation is not based on ‘banking hours’ but on completing your job – whenever and however necessary. Your job title, for now, will remain the same, including many of your usual tasks. That will be important to not draw unwanted attention.”“Understood,” he said.“What also changes, is the primary purpose of your employment. Your job now is to please me in any way I require. Over time, other people may start to see you as a kiss-ass. Let them. That’s one of the many things you’ll be doing.”I turned around, with my back to him. I bent over slightly, keeping my legs straight while bracing myself with my hands on the large mahogany desk. “Remove my panties and show me what your fingers are capable of.His strong hands lifted my skirt over my ass, reached up, and pulled my panties down. Memories flooded back of times over the years when I was asked to undress a supervisor after making similar promises as Jefferson.Jefferson moved to my side, cupping my ass with one hand, while the other moved around front to begin caressing my folds.I moaned at the feel of what I imagined for weeks, anticipating this moment. His fingers moved softly up and down the length of my soft labia before rising to stimulate my clit.“Mmm, yes, Jefferson. That’s it. “My whole pussy, then my clit.”Jefferson obeyed, repeating the pattern. He masterfully stroked my soft feminine lips with his fingers, then used his thumb on my button. The first of the many orgasms I would get from him quickly started to rise.“Finger me! Finger me, now,” I ordered. My bared ass gyrated from the growing intensity. “Oh, fuck yes!” I said, at the feel of his large middle finger sliding into me.

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