evening dresses he liked for her.
“For all the Red Carpets, doll. These will all look good on camera. Show off your beauty. I think Alexander McQueen is the designer for you, Jennie. The silver one is for Saturday night. We have to go to a Gala, Saturday night. The others are for whenever…”
He left her in the boutique, with instructions to try on anything and everything that caught her fancy…and he was gone for nearly an hour. Jennie had tried on three lovely outfits. The saleslady had them waiting, to show Mick. He liked two of them. The third, not so much. Jennie told the saleslady to put that outfit back on the rack. So he bought her the two, both for work, and then the limo took them home to Berkshire.
She wore one of her new outfits, the pale blue gray suit that Mick had picked for her, to work the next morning, and knew she looked better than she ever had at the office.
Geoffrey came in to see her. “I thought I recognized your boyfriend’s voice on the phone, but I can’t seem to put a name on it…”
Jennie just smiled. “I don’t think you’ve met him, Geoffrey. He’s not in publishing.”
“Is it a meaningful relationship, Jennie? Or just sexual?”
Geoffrey found he had to know. He’d lain in his bed last night, imagining her tits. Imagining himself and her tits…his lips and his hands all over her tits.
Jennie looked at him from half closed lids. “It’s meaningfully sexual, Geoffrey, very sexual. Very meaningful.”
Geoffrey felt himself getting hard. He saw Jennie’s eyes on his crotch, saw her smile.
“Well, Jennie, when this affair is over, you and I shall explore our own possibilities.”
“You have a non-fraternization rule, Geoffrey.”
“Rules are made to be broken, Jennie.” He walked out the door with a lingering stare at her tits.
All these years he’d never explored beneath her very cool exterior. What a waste … she was so sensual, when you took the time to look…
Jennie smiled to herself. Yes, Mick had turned her into a wanton piece of ass, alright. A tease. Her tits were tingling, from Geoffrey’s gaze.
Rachel came in, with the draft of her article.
“Geoffrey says you’re going to edit this. He wants it in Saturday’s issue. Can we get it ready that fast?”
“How well written is it, Rachel?”
“I think it’s pretty good.”
“Then we’ ll make it happen.”
“That’ s a beautiful suit, Jennie. Where did you get it?”
“Alexander McQueen.”
“Wow. Expensive.”
“Very. But worth it, I hope?”
“You look like a million pounds, Jennie. Fantastic. Eh, I must tell you, I saw some out-takes of Mick Gerrard at Charles’s Monday night. They were so hot…I was so aroused, watching him in bed…”
Jennie smiled. “He’s quite the man, isn’t he?”
“He certainly is, J ennie. All man. Charles can’t understand why he’s so unresponsive to Deana. He says usually Mick is more than cooperative when it comes to filming love scenes with beautiful women…he says with Mick, the sex is real, not simulated. Deana was really looking forward to their love scenes and can’t understand why he didn’t even get it up all last week. She and Mick had done a film together a couple of years ago. You should see those out-takes, Jennie. Wow! But Charles says the first time Mick got it up this film was when we were there on Monday…and then Deana complained to Charles that Mick was only simulating, he didn’t fuck her…she tried to slip him inside her, and he just moved his body a little so his cock was out of the way and laughed at her.”
Jennie smiled. He’d certainly fucked Jennie…all the way back to Berkshire.
Thursday came, and Jennie brought her black dress with her to the office. She changed just after five into the black Alexander McQueen scoop necked dress and sheer black, shiny stockings and those wonderful, wonderful sky-high black patent Louboutin shoes with their red soles.
“For all the Red Carpets, doll. These will all look good on camera. Show off your beauty. I think Alexander McQueen is the designer for you, Jennie. The silver one is for Saturday night. We have to go to a Gala, Saturday night. The others are for whenever…”
He left her in the boutique, with instructions to try on anything and everything that caught her fancy…and he was gone for nearly an hour. Jennie had tried on three lovely outfits. The saleslady had them waiting, to show Mick. He liked two of them. The third, not so much. Jennie told the saleslady to put that outfit back on the rack. So he bought her the two, both for work, and then the limo took them home to Berkshire.
She wore one of her new outfits, the pale blue gray suit that Mick had picked for her, to work the next morning, and knew she looked better than she ever had at the office.
Geoffrey came in to see her. “I thought I recognized your boyfriend’s voice on the phone, but I can’t seem to put a name on it…”
Jennie just smiled. “I don’t think you’ve met him, Geoffrey. He’s not in publishing.”
“Is it a meaningful relationship, Jennie? Or just sexual?”
Geoffrey found he had to know. He’d lain in his bed last night, imagining her tits. Imagining himself and her tits…his lips and his hands all over her tits.
Jennie looked at him from half closed lids. “It’s meaningfully sexual, Geoffrey, very sexual. Very meaningful.”
Geoffrey felt himself getting hard. He saw Jennie’s eyes on his crotch, saw her smile.
“Well, Jennie, when this affair is over, you and I shall explore our own possibilities.”
“You have a non-fraternization rule, Geoffrey.”
“Rules are made to be broken, Jennie.” He walked out the door with a lingering stare at her tits.
All these years he’d never explored beneath her very cool exterior. What a waste … she was so sensual, when you took the time to look…
Jennie smiled to herself. Yes, Mick had turned her into a wanton piece of ass, alright. A tease. Her tits were tingling, from Geoffrey’s gaze.
Rachel came in, with the draft of her article.
“Geoffrey says you’re going to edit this. He wants it in Saturday’s issue. Can we get it ready that fast?”
“How well written is it, Rachel?”
“I think it’s pretty good.”
“Then we’ ll make it happen.”
“That’ s a beautiful suit, Jennie. Where did you get it?”
“Alexander McQueen.”
“Wow. Expensive.”
“Very. But worth it, I hope?”
“You look like a million pounds, Jennie. Fantastic. Eh, I must tell you, I saw some out-takes of Mick Gerrard at Charles’s Monday night. They were so hot…I was so aroused, watching him in bed…”
Jennie smiled. “He’s quite the man, isn’t he?”
“He certainly is, J ennie. All man. Charles can’t understand why he’s so unresponsive to Deana. He says usually Mick is more than cooperative when it comes to filming love scenes with beautiful women…he says with Mick, the sex is real, not simulated. Deana was really looking forward to their love scenes and can’t understand why he didn’t even get it up all last week. She and Mick had done a film together a couple of years ago. You should see those out-takes, Jennie. Wow! But Charles says the first time Mick got it up this film was when we were there on Monday…and then Deana complained to Charles that Mick was only simulating, he didn’t fuck her…she tried to slip him inside her, and he just moved his body a little so his cock was out of the way and laughed at her.”
Jennie smiled. He’d certainly fucked Jennie…all the way back to Berkshire.
Thursday came, and Jennie brought her black dress with her to the office. She changed just after five into the black Alexander McQueen scoop necked dress and sheer black, shiny stockings and those wonderful, wonderful sky-high black patent Louboutin shoes with their red soles.
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