This choice: Face the Managing Director • Go Back...Chapter #4Face the Managing Director by: thescourt   Jenna strode up to the Managing Director’s office, head held high, determined to go in on the offensive. This was her opportunity to make an impression and she wasn’t going to let it pass. Going on the offensive, oblivious to the stares and gapes of her colleagues, Jenna marched past the glass fronted office of Laurence Carter and let herself in. Oblivious to the stares; oblivious to her nakedness.
Laurence looked up and stared open-mouthed. His eyes took in the full glory of Jenna’s naked body, wandering from her large breasts down to the neatly trimmed mound of pubic hair, taking in the dark opening between her slightly parted legs.
Jenna felt her temperature rise as his eyes swallowed her and the blush rose to her face. Not wanting to look stupid, Jenna attacked with her opening gambit.
“Look Laurence, I think you should know…” she began but was cut off by her boss who coughed strategically into a bunched fist.
“Erm…Jenna? I think you may have forgotten something.” Laurence suggested.
Jenna nervously sat on the leather chair in front of her boss, crossing her legs and inadvertently covering her embarrassment. The chair felt colder than normal, probably down to the air conditioning , she thought but it wasn’t going to distract her. “I know you haven’t had the initial report yet, sir, but I assure you I’ve got everything covered.”
Laurence raised an eyebrow. “Everything?”
“Yes, sir. Everything.” Jenna wasn’t going to be beaten down. This was her moment.
“Are you sure?” Laurence asked. “You’re fully a-breast of the situation? You haven’t made a boob?”
Jenna squirmed in the chair. She was under pressure and it was unusual for Laurence Carter to be speaking in such an overtly sexual manner but she was feeling empowered and it was turning her on. She could feel herself becoming moist and she just wanted to be out of there, somewhere private and sorting out her primal needs. This needed to be done though.
“If you see any boobs, please let me know and I’ll handle them,” Jenna pouted, not noticing the mischievous smiling playing around her boss’s lips. “I’ll be completely open and if, when I’m done, you’re not completely satisfied, I’ll lay it all out and put everything into your hands.”
Laurence nodded and waved his hands contentedly. So for the next half hour, Jenna sat naked in front of her boss putting forward her proposal. Not that he took any interest but the thought was there. When they were done, Jenna stood up, leaned forward and shook his hand.
“I’ll have everything sorted in a week,” Jenna said, her breasts swinging down over the desk.
And with that, Jenna spun around (giving the MD a full, glorious view of her magnificent, toned rear end) and walked out of the office, smiling. On her way out, she took a satisfied glance at her reflection in the glass window.
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