She smiles somewhat shyly, although her face unseen by him as she breathes softly into the receiver, the sound of his masculine yet mellifluous voice at odds with the deliciously debased filth whispered from his sweet lips.

Closing her eyes, picturing his beautiful face and hands, she listens to the liquid velvet accent outline the opportunities awaiting them, awaiting their flesh – the wet sounds from her throat as he fucks her mouth, the shine on his face as she smears and marks him with her dripping cunt, the binds she will use to dominate and possess, the bruises kissed with tender care after he has claimed her as his own.

The table has been laid for a different form of dining. One lone setting has been placed at the head of the long table where he sits awaiting her arrival in the room’s warm glow.

She announces her presence with the glide of the door over the plush rug. He breathes in sharply as his gaze roams over her fair form. On this night she is dressed in little else than an ivory lace balconette bra and matching lace topped stockings.

Upon her in a matter of a few strides, eyes bright and hungry, he scoops her up and walks her over to the table, delicately placing her naked bottom onto a red velvet cushion. Weaving one hand through her locks while the other sweeps along her curves to the small of her back, he overwhelms her eager mouth with his passionate kiss.

Taking his place, he lays her out and begins to trace lazy circles inside her thighs. Edging closer to fully receive the sweet scent, his lips lightly brush her plump sex. Unable to resist any longer, he dots the slick excited flesh with a series of soft butterfly kisses as a throaty moan emerges from deep within her slight body.

Smiling wickedly in the knowledge this is the first of many courses, he lowers his greedy mouth and luxuriates in the pure indulgence of her creamy feast.

Dressed in his best suit, he walks out into the living room tugging at the shirt collar.

“It’s too small.”

“It’s not,” I reassure him.

He grimaces. Even though he’s trying to remain composed I know his nervousness is overtaking him. Just as he’s about to run his fingers through his wavy hair he stops short. He fidgets and paces. I begin to worry he’ll wear a track right through the new rug.

“Are you wearing something red?”

“Huh? … What? … No. I don’t have anything in red… Where are you going?”

I walk calmly toward the bedroom having thought of the very thing that will do. As I rummage through drawers and begin to ready myself I hear him resume his pacing and mumbling.

Just as I turn to exit the bedroom I notice him in the doorway. My curls are now around my shoulders, lips newly rouged and silk robe open to reveal naked flesh save the tiniest of black mess knickers.

“Come here. You need something for luck.”

He looks as if he might protest but then decides to obey. Now up against me I run my hands down the front of his shirt brushing his sex very gently with my own. I sink slowly to my knees and press my nose in to breathe him in. As I unbuckle the black leather belt and unzip his trousers he weaves his hands through my hair.

“I don’t have time for this…,” he trails off unconvincingly.

I smile up at him knowing full well he won’t be on the receiving end of the expected. He reads my smile as something else all together.

I nuzzle into him again, this time inhaling the full extent of his musk. My mouth begins to water at the sight of his growing hardness but I remind myself I’m on a different mission.

As I pull down the right side of his black trunks exposing his hip he gasps in a way that makes me smile again. I trace his outline with my nose and cheek looking up at him once more. Head back, lids hooded, hips forward, ready to be taken. My fingers dance over his soft skin enjoying the tease.

And then I kiss him. One deep solitary kiss from my slightly trembling scarlet lips. One perfect red charm that marks him with luck.

One kiss to remind him, when the day is done, I’m here ready and waiting.

He stands before me proud and hard, his cock straining the front of his trousers. In a bold move, he runs his hand along his member tracing its outline in a way he knows makes me ache.

My eyes locked on his I open my stocking covered legs. He moves a little closer wanting more, a mischievous smile momentarily flashing across his lips. I wriggle in my seat, inch up my pencil skirt and spread wide.

As he leans in I swear I can feel his hot breath even though he is standing on the other side. Lingering over my body his eyes take in my every detail as he strokes himself. Heart pounding through my chest, a light sheen of wetness now covers my throbbing sex.

Just as he’s about to step forward we hear them. Meeting ended, the surrounding cubicles are filled once again with unwanted bodies and prying eyes.

Like model employees we get back to work.