"That's too bad..." I say, circling the desk in his direction. "Because unfortunately, planning a party requires a lot of input from the client. You." I perch myself on the lip of Locke's desk, immediately to his right. And I cross my legs slowly, letting him peruse my thighs. Letting him catalogue my garter belts and a hint of pink panties. "We'd have to work closely together to make sure everything runs...smooth. And tight."
Once upon a time, I was something of a flirt. Some even called me a tease.
I've always enjoyed being a little daring with my wardrobe. For myself. My own enjoyment. Frilly underthings, sexy clothes and new makeup trends are my jam. Unfortunately, men expect a certain behavior out of me because of my clothing. But I am not a seductress. I've had a boyfriend or two i
