Page 121 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

I felt my eyes wandering; for a guy in Gary looked dead into my eyes: “Then I put my notebook down and started
his 50s, Gary definitely kept in shape. The never give anyone permission to make you unbuttoning my blouse. “I think I’d like it
salt and pepper accents to his dark hair feel that way.” better if you did the taking.”
maybe betrayed a little age, but not his I must’ve appeared dumbfounded, but “Is that so?”
face or physique, that was for sure. He then I smiled and said, “Thank you for that.” I paused at the third button, my bra
was one good-looking guy. “There’s no need to thank me. Just exposed. “Yes, it is.”
“So then…” learn to go after what you want—and “Very well then.” Gary stood up and
“The problem, Lisa, is your lack of never take any crap. Speaking of which, promptly ripped the rest of my blouse
confident communication in other regards. you don’t need to take on other people’s off, sending buttons flying. “I’ll buy you
Like this meeting, for instance.” assignments, like some kind of doormat, a new one.”
I felt my cheeks flush. “What am I doing in order to get our attention—at least, His fingers traced the sides of my
wrong?” my attention.” burgundy satin bra, his eyes filled with
Gary sighed. “You aren’t carrying “Well, until now, I didn’t know you had admiration, and I suddenly felt sexier than
yourself correctly. If you’re going to be an even noticed me.” I’d ever felt before.
asset to this firm—which I think you could “Of course I did.” He sat on the edge “Stop wasting time and take it off,” I
be someday—then you need to become of his desk. “In fact, I’ve noticed you so directed assertively.
more assertive. I—we—need to see your much I’ve made it a point not to be your “Hmm, now you’re learning.” Gary
drive and determination in person. Don’t direct supervisor—otherwise, I’d be in unhooked my bra and began sucking
hide behind briefs and memos. Do you trouble.” He was suddenly sporting a on my nipples. I went from giggling to
understand?” mischievous grin. moaning in 30 seconds flat.
I nodded. “I guess I’m just…” I laughed. “What are you saying?” While Gary enjoyed my breasts, he
“Shy? Well, you picked the wrong Gary smiled kindly and smoothed his also unzipped my pencil skirt, so I was
profession then.” silvery chin stubble. “I’ll let you fill in the down to just my matching panties and
I hung my head, feeling the tears welling blanks. Isn’t that what law school teaches nude thigh-highs.
up. But that’s when I felt Gary’s touch, you? “You have a boyfriend?”
lifting my chin up: “You are not going to cry “Sometimes.” “Nope, not anymore.”
or fall apart when someone criticizes you, “Well, like I said before: If there’s “He’s a fool for missing out.” Gary slid
either. Is that clear?” something you really want, you should off my panties. “Tell me what you want.”
I bit my lip and nodded. go ahead and take it. You’ve earned it.” “I’d like you to eat my pussy.”
“Now, why don’t you use this opportunity
to tell me what you really want?”
“I want a job here.”
“I know that. What else?”
Without thinking about it, I blurted out:
“I don’t want to feel small anymore.”

“HIS TONGUE

SWABBED
MY CLIT AND

PROBED EVERY
CREASE

AND FOLD.”

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