Posted by Vinnie on December 03, 2007 at 22:56:11:
The Glamorous Life, Part 1: Killer Resumé
By Vinnie
“Good morning, ‘Glamorous Life’, I’m Julie, how can I help you?”
“Hello Julie. My name is Smith, Mr. Smith. I’ve been doing a little research on your company, ‘Glamorous Life’. It’s been in the news so much lately. You are certainly taking the clothing industry by storm. Profits have been up every quarter. Lots of positive publicity. Lots of media attention directed at your models, the sales and marketing personnel, the executive staff. All of your clothing lines are exceptionally sexy. Short skirts and dresses. Tight sweaters and tops. Lingerie and stockings. Bras and panties. Boots and shoes. Leather and lace. Designer jeans. Short shorts. Bikinis. Clubwear. Cosmetics. Jewelry. You’ve got it all. Your company is suddenly taking significant market share away from your competitors. I’m very interested in finding out more. I’d like to talk to your president, Ms. Carter. That’s why I stopped by this morning. I’d also be interested in learning about job opportunities. I have a great deal of experience in the industry, and my resume is absolutely ‘killer’.”
“Well, Mr. Smith, thank you for your interest in our company. You seem to know a lot about us already. You’ve done your research, alright. Our clothing lines are definitely ‘exceptionally sexy’ as you say. That was the idea. Sexy clothing for women to wear, and for men to enjoy. We have certainly become trendsetters in the creation of glamorous and intimate apparel. And yes, we have made huge financial inroads in the market place over a very short period of time. We’re outselling everyone now, Frederick’s, Victoria’s, all of them. We took them by surprise. And yes, they are worried about us. And even a little bit angry. Some vague threats and accusations have been made. Regarding our supposed ‘corporate espionage’, theft of trade secrets, and the like, but we’re not worried. They can’t prove anything. It’s business. Just business. What can they do? Sex sells. And we have the sexiest clothing lines, modeled by the sexiest girls, and marketed by the sexiest sales personnel on the planet! Our sales and marketing staff are a small and dedicated group of absolutely gorgeous young women. They do whatever is necessary to sell product. They provide the ultimate in ‘customer service’. Understand? As does our group of very beautiful young models. Private ‘fashion shows’ are provided on a daily basis for our most important clients. Understand? We all do whatever is necessary. We’re blowing the competition right out of the water, if you know what I mean. In just a few more weeks, we’ll be number one in the market place, number one in sales, and there’s nothing our competitors can do about it. Nothing. And about job opportunities. I’m sorry, Mr. Smith, but there aren’t any. Unless you happen to be a beautiful woman. All of our employees are female. And, by the way, Ms. Carter is unavailable to meet with you at this time. She’s supervising a photo shoot this morning. Our new line of ‘Daisy Dukes’. However, thank you for your interest in ‘Glamorous Life’, and have a nice day”.
With that, Julie Jackson went back to work. But only for a moment.
“Julie, may I call you Julie? I must say right up front that you are a gorgeous girl in your own right. In fact, I can’t take my eyes off you. Your face is extraordinarily beautiful. You have a lovely complexion, and such big blue eyes! You also have an absolutely wonderful body. Lovely tits, Julie. Just lovely. And your hair is so long and thick. So silken and sexy. Would you call yourself a ‘platinum blonde’ or a‘honey blonde’? Is everyone here as beautiful as you are? I certainly hope so. I look forward to meeting them all individually as soon as possible. How old are you, by the way? You look to be about 18 or 19. Are you still in college? You certainly look magnificent in that white leather miniskirt and white leather halter top. Seems a bit too provocative for a corporate receptionist, don’t you think? If I worked here, I’m not sure I could control myself. I might have to fuck you. Anyway, can you let me into the main office now? I’d like to meet the sales staff before I visit the photo shoot, and talk to Ms. Carter and the models.”
“Mr. Smith! What in the hell are you talking about? What do you want here? Meet the sales staff? Talk to the models? Fuck me? You’re joking, right? This is bullshit! I have to get back to work. So listen carefully. No, I can’t let you into the main office. No, you can’t visit the photo shoot. No, you can’t talk to Ms. Carter. I told you, she’s busy. And what’s with all the personal questions? If you must know, I am, in fact, 21 years old, and I’m not in college. I’m working here. At ‘Glamorous Life’. Making lots and lots of money. I’m not a ‘corporate receptionist’, Mr. Smith. I’m a businesswoman. And I wear whatever I want! We all do. The sexier the better. That’s the whole idea. We’re selling sex. This is America after all. It’s all about tits and ass, Mr. Smith. Tits and ass! Personally, I happen to like leather. Slick and glossy leather. The tighter the better. I wear it every day. Sometimes black. Sometimes white. Sometimes red. Always with matching stiletto-heeled boots. I like diamonds, gold, and pearls. Bright red nail polish. And bright red lipstick. I like fast cars. Beautiful women. Handsome men. And they like me! Know something else? I shave my pussy! And I splash my favorite perfume all over it! And sometimes I don’t wear any panties! Is that okay with you? As I said before, we are ‘Glamorous Life’. We are soon to be number one in sales. Number one! This isn’t your average clothing company, and I’m not your average ‘corporate receptionist’. I’m a businesswoman. A young, beautiful, successful businesswoman! I happen to be in charge of the company’s entire line of leather fashions! The entire line! And I’m only 21! What do you think about that! And one more thing. I’m a ‘platinum blonde’, Mr. Smith, a ‘platinum blonde’. Now take your ‘killer resume’, and get out of here! I’m calling the police!”
Being a patient man, Mr. Smith waited.
Waited as Julie reached for the phone on her desk - watching her long blonde hair fall sexily across her shoulders, cascading down her back.
Waited as she lifted the receiver and put it to her ear - watching her pink tongue flick back and forth, moistening her glossy red lips.
Waited as the phone cord stretched tight - watching the curvaceous blonde lean back in her chair, firm breasts bulging forward, short leather skirt sliding up her tanned and toned thighs, white boots stretching out beneath the desk.
Waited until she began to dial the emergency number.
Stepping behind and to the side, Mr. Smith gripped the phone cord at each end. Winding the cord around his wrists, he threw it over Julie’s head and round her neck, crossing his hands as he drew the phone cord tightly around her slender throat, pulling back with all his might.
“Mr. Smith! What? What are you doing? Noooooo! Don’t! Please don’t! Stop! Stop it! Oh my Gauuggghhhd! Please ! Mr. Smith! Mr. Smith! I didn’t mean it! I’ll let you see Ms. Carter if you want! The photo shoot is just down the hall! The sales staff is all here for a meeting! The models! You can meet all the models! Please! Please! Mr. Smith! Mr. Smmiiitttthhhhh! Pleeease! Stauugghhppp! Mr. Gauugghhhh! Mr. Gaauuggghhhh! Mr. Gauuugggghhhhh! Aaauuuuggghhhhhh! Naaauuuuggggghhhhh!!!”
With her back arching upward, Julie began to twist and squirm in her chair, voluptuous body flopping rhythmically up and down, booted legs kicking sexily, big tits thrust forward provocatively, firm breast meat undulating erotically as Mr. Smith yanked her up and out of her seat with the cord. As Julie’s head tilted, her lush, long, platinum blonde hair spilled like a waterfall over the back of chair, draping almost to the floor, swinging sexily back and forth as she felt herself being lifted up. With her face contorted in a wide-eyed expression of horror, Julie thrashed and flailed, legs pumping up and down, breasts lolling back and forth. She gurgled and gagged, blue eyes popping wide, pink tongue poking out between her candy-apple lips, red-painted fingernails clawing at her constricted throat as she bucked rhythmically up and down, up and down, up and down, hips rolling from side to side, forcing the slick white leather of her tight skirt higher and higher up her legs.
Mr. Smith applied more pressure as he leaned over her shoulder, breathing in the fragrance of her sweet perfume, sliding his tongue along her neck, taking her long diamond earrings into his mouth, pressing his lips against her right ear, whispering softly.
“Julie, may I call you Julie? I forgot to ask your height and weight. You’re a very statuesque young lady I must say. I can’t quite tell, what with you being seated and all, but you seem taller than average to me. Am I right? What? What’s that? I can’t quite make out what you’re saying. I’m guessing 5’10”. Yes, that would be my guess. What? What did you say? One thing I know for sure, you certainly have beautiful long legs. Very smooth and tanned. They look spectacular stretched out in front of you. Twitching and jerking so sexily. I love your shiny white boots. They almost match the color of your long hair. Julie, I think you’re kicking way too hard. If you’re not careful, you’ll end up breaking those spiky stiletto heels! My God, you’re showing so much leg. So much. And your tits, Julie. You have lovely big tits. Are they natural? Yes? Was that a yes? Let me see for myself. Yes, natural. I’m guessing all natural. That’s what they feel like anyway. They’re very big and firm. They fit nicely in my hands. You are a lucky girl to have such exquisite natural breasts. I’d say DD cup. Am I right? What? What? Oh well, in any case, they jiggle so nicely inside that white leather halter top. Julie. Your skirt is so very short. I told you. Too short for the office. And it keeps riding higher and higher up your thighs. You’re struggling so hard. And kicking so much. Try to relax and just let it happen. It will all be over soon. I promise. What? What’s that you say? I can’t quite understand. What? Well, in any case, I must say you have lovely long thighs, Julie, just lovely. Look! Look! I can almost…almost see. Yes, I can see now. No panties today! Lovely. Just lovely. And one more thing, Julie. Your business competitors are angry. Like you said. Angry. Very angry. But there is something they can do. That’s why they sent me. That’s why I’m here. Say ‘goodbye’, Julie. Say ‘goodbye’ to the Glamorous Life.”
The voluptuous platinum blonde choked noisily, gurgling and thrashing, her head flopping side to side, her beautiful neck slowly stretching under the force of the cord. Grimacing and kicking, Julie convulsed and jerked, stiletto boots heels drumming out a hard staccato rhythm, leg muscles tensing and tightening as her boot heels dug into the floor, pushing her body up, strangled squawks pouring from her throat. Mr. Smith leaned over her shoulder, kissing her neck, stroking his hand through her platinum hair, holding her close as she began to weaken. His tongue painted her lips in a circular motion, licking, probing, tasting her candy-apple gloss, plunging inside her wide, sensuous mouth. His hands caressed the slick white leather of her stiletto-heeled boots, drifting upward, above her knees, sliding along her bare legs. Higher. And higher. And higher. Stroking across her luscious inner thighs. Until he pushed his fingertips into her naked pussy. Julie’s uncontrolled flailing and thrashing turned to rhythmic thrusting, her shapely hips pumping like pistons in time with his probing fingertips as she slowly lost consciousness. Orgasmic gasps and groans trickled past her lips as she went limp. She slid down in the chair, twitching and jerking before finally going still.
There was so much work to do, but Mr. Smith needed to catch his breath. And there was Julie. Still slumped in her chair. Long platinum hair hanging behind her like a silk curtain. Eyes wide and staring. Mouth agape. Legs spread wide. Still clad in her white leather miniskirt, matching halter top, and stiletto boots. He locked the main door from the inside, and came back to the beautiful platinum blonde. Taking his time, he lingered over Julie’s curvaceous form, slowly stripping off her leather halter top and miniskirt, lifting her, carrying her, placing her atop the desk. Spread-eagled, she lay there in all her naked glory, dressed only in her white leather stiletto boots and glistening diamond jewelry. He gazed at her curvaceous corpse. Naked and inviting. Breathing in the sweet scent of her perfumed pussy. Licking his lips. He could almost taste it. He couldn’t resist. And so it began. Touching. Kissing. Licking. Caressing. Fondling. Stroking. Squeezing. Exploring every inch of Julie’s voluptuous body. Probing. Plundering. Violating. Ravishing all of her most private and intimate places. Seconds ticked by. Turning into minutes. The office remained silent save for the measured grunting and groaning of Mr. Smith as he deeply and rhythmically explored the Glamorous Life for himself. Again and again and again. Until he was satisfied. For now.
There was more work to be done. It was time to move on.
As he opened the inside door and peered down the hallway, Mr. Smith caught sight of another vision. A voluptuous vision of loveliness. Cassandra Cassidy. 44-24-36. Cassandra. Walking his way. Coming right to him. Hair flowing. Hips swaying. Tits bouncing. Heels clicking. The sultry 25-year-old brunette sales representative and model was attired in a tight black satin pencil skirt, revealing red v-neck sweater, sheer backseam thigh-high stockings, and 4” ankle-strap black pumps. Long, thick dark hair framed her exotic face, draping across one eye, sweeping over her shoulders, flowing down her back, swishing side-to-side across her tight ass as she strutted down the hall. Cassandra’s expensive diamond and gold pearl drop earrings swung sexily back and forth from her delicate ears as she turned her head and smiled, crimson gloss glistening on her full, lush lips.
“May I help you?”
“Yes, young lady, as a matter of fact, you can! My name is Smith, Mr. Smith. I’m here on business. I’m looking for the sales meeting and photo shoot. I’m running a little late. Perhaps you can direct me to the right location. I’d appreciate it very much. And, by the way, may I use your men’s room? I need to clean up a bit before I meet the sales staff and the models. And I’m also very interested in looking at possible job opportunities with your company. I have a great deal of experience in the industry. Perhaps you can help me. Yes, I’m sure you can. And, by the way, you are a lovely girl. Just lovely. And quite voluptuous, I might add. Your red sweater is exceptionally tight. And very low-cut. Is that what they call a ‘plunging neckline’? It’s very sexy, but a bit too provocative for the office, if you ask me. If I worked here, I’m not sure I could control myself. I might have to…Well, in any case, did I happen to mention that I have a ‘killer’ resume? Yes, it’s ‘killer’, young lady, absolutely ‘killer’.”