Page 60 - PENTHOUSE LETTERS 2018 Writer Of The Year Award Jim McCartan

LETTER OF THE MONTH

JOB PERKS

A newly promoted executive celebrates in style with her
younger colleagues—one of her favorite fringe benefits.

remember exactly what I was wearing “I’ll make the reservation,” he said. I arm from behind his back to reveal a
the day I was promoted: a fitted black nodded and smiled. bouquet of flowers.
wool blazer covering a sheer silk blouse Suddenly, at my elbow was another Mitch was a dozen years younger than
in cream; my favorite black tailored young upstart named Sophie. me and very, very hot. I had picked him
I skirt that fell just above the knee; barely “I am just thrilled to be working with up at the bar in this very same eatery four
there stockings and my highest heels in you at the helm,” she said. And because months ago, where I’d rented a hotel
beige. My tapered waist was hugged by I couldn’t detail then the plans I had for room for a staycation—during which I
that jacket and skirt, and my legs looked her—playing favorites in public was not planned to party with whatever young
about a mile long. It was a good day to wise—I said, “Let’s grab a working dinner cub I could lure into my lair. I’d leaned
mark my first major career success. together tomorrow night. You free?” toward him while sitting on a nearby
After years of hard work, I now had the That night I needed to celebrate with barstool to say, “That girl you’re with is far
keys to a corner office. I had promised Mitch, my boyfriend. The next night was too juvenile for you.”
myself I’d make it by the time I’d turned soon enough to begin securing my “Yeah?” he asked. “What are you
40. I was two years ahead of schedule. proposing?”
At the meeting in the main boardroom, I slipped him the extra key for my room
where the announcement was made to as I whispered the room number, had
the rest of the hundred-strong team, I “I PULLED THE another gin martini and then headed
bowed my head in modesty. Once the back, wondering if I’d get to teach an
cheers had subsided, I moved to the head DILDO OUT OF athletic 20-something some new moves
of the room and clicked on the digital that night. Alone in the elevator riding
projector. My presentation was as big a hit MY SNATCH, up to my floor, I slipped my hand into my
as the announcement, it seemed. EXPECTING HIM panties to finger my pulsing clit. Even if
As one of only three women at the he didn’t show, fun was still on the menu.
firm to reach this level of power, and TO TAKE I had my favorite sex toys at the ready.
the youngest at that, I had worked hard I poured myself a drink from the mini
and smart to win my rightful place in the ITS PLACE.” bar and opened the database I was
corporation. I had paid my dues. And working on.
now it was time to reap the rewards. I’ll distract myself, I thought. I’ll give
A young MBA named Charlie was this guy an hour.
the first to approach me as the meeting A-team and solidifying my alliances—and But I couldn’t wait for him. Thoughts
dispersed. have some fun. of what I could do with that boy’s body
“I really liked what you had to say As soon as I got to my light-filled office, had made my pussy wet. I stripped down
today,” he told me. “I have some data I I kicked off my heels and put my feet up in front of a full-length mirror and angled
think will help you solidify your plans for on the other Danish-designed chair in one foot atop the bed. Heels still on, I
growth. Lunch tomorrow?” the room. “Meet me at Max’s,” I texted my opened my legs wide and reached for my
I’d worked with Charlie since he’d boyfriend. “At 6:30 p.m.” toys. I slid a gently rumbling vibrator over
joined the firm three years ago. He was “You got news?” he texted back. I let my clit, shivering with delight, and slowly
smart. He was a go-getter, and he was his question hang. slipped a faux cock into my cunt. The
speaking the exact words I wanted When Mitch walked into the restaurant lips of my pussy spread to allow its entry,
to hear. We both entered the lunch that night, he could see the answer to his and I angled the plaything and pushed it
appointment into our calendars. When query on my elated face. deeper, imagining how I’d enjoy that boy
he looked up and smiled, I knew he was “You got it!” he whispered excitedly in if he showed up.
thinking exactly what I was: the restaurant my ear as he wrapped his arm around The phone rang.
in that downtown hotel where we usually my waist. “You are so fucking sexy “This is the front desk. I have a young
met was the only place that would do. when you win,” he said, pulling his other man in the lobby saying he found your

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