One Man's Wet Dream, And I Use My Assets To My Advantage

I took a job in HR at a large business. I was the only blonde blue eyed Anglo Saxon. At the time I was 28, I had done modeling, and kept in shape running and strength training. I was called upstairs to a executive office, and was 'asked' to join a meeting that afternoon with some foreign men. The executive gave me his Amex and told me to 'get my ass down to Neiman's or Nordstrom and get an outfit to wear that exemplified my assets'. I was eye candy for the foreign visitors. I wasn't aware at that time that Japanese men liked bosomed blonde blue eyed chicks.

The exec in question also liked blonde babes with nice tits. I was hired by him, sent to school and used for marketing and presentations. Used for other things after hours. I was making six figures, living in a nice townhouse, reporting on a one on one basis to the exec, debriefing while he was between my legs working his stress off. I left behind HR and jealous women, and worked for a decision maker in the C Suite.

I like the power, the influence, having money to splurge, and a God father to protect me. Sex is incidental, some women wash dishes. Some men get MBAs, others are lawyers, but none compete with my assets. He needs to decompress, to talk something over, how to make strategy, my legs are always open. I'm talking pillow talk, a woman's secret weapon.