The Billion Dollar Question

Stephon Chapter 3

She was sitting on top of her desk. She is wearing a short black pencil shirt that beautifully fits her curves and a button-down white shirt with three loose buttons. I could see up her skirt to her thighs while she was sitting because she had no tights on. With my eyes, I followed her smooth brown skin to the end of her kilt. I stepped closer to her and into the office. In front of her desk, I told her the schedule. She seemed to be struggling or noticed how I was staring. She crossed her legs and took a deep sigh. "Like what you see? Take a picture. It would last longer." She chuckled. "Excuse me," I stammered over those two words. "Come," She demanded. Her voice was so smooth I followed without any hesitation. At the moment, I am not sure if it was because I was scared of not following directions or because she entranced me so much. "It's okay, come closer." I moved closer, now at her crossed knees. Her skin is up close, so beautiful, and her lips are so plump. "So I'm going to ask you again, like what you see?" I hesitated to answer. "You have to utilize your words to get what you desire. That's what big boys do." She said softly in my ear. "Yes," I replied. I didn't know what I was thinking, but I didn't care for reason.