Tough game
"But even good managers know better than to be seen with a whore like myself." Tori continued, as if reading my mind, but was simply continuing the
conversation we had been having. "Every other one of the big managers steer well clear of me. but not you. Every chance you get, you leap at the
opportunity to talk to me. A good guy like you... you just want a little taste of the other side, don''t you? A sample of the dark delights you''re missing out
on," she said, her voicing lowering to a lusty tone, moving around the desk.
Why did I talk to her? I mean, like I said, I liked to judge people for myself, but there was pretty overwhelming evidence in the case of Tori K. Sure, I
would never not be cordial to someone and I think that was all I was with her. I never wanted anything more from her. I didn’t want her to flirt with me.
I wasn''t interested in her in that way. It wasn''t like I was one of THOSE guys... right? All those guys, who acted like they disliked Tori or looked down
at her, but when the time came they were still happy to leap into bed with her. No... no. I wasn''t like that. I was not that type of guy. I was better than
that now. But Tori was unconvinced
"You kid yourself into thinking you''re being nice, but you just want to get close to me. You want to smell me. And maybe, if you get lucky, you''ll get one
good taste..." she said, moving in close, purring in my ear. I felt the softness of her huge breasts pressing against my arm, and this contact caused
me to jump a bit. I moved away from her, not daring to look, as she stepped back around the table, content with not pushing forward too quickly.
"I think perfect Randy has a little crush..." she began, cocking her head at me slightly as she walked back towards her projected presentation. "I think
someone''s in love with my huge titties!” she sang, giving them a little jiggle. I couldn''t help but nce at them for a moment, but it was enough. Her
smirk told me she noticed.
"So, by the end of this interview, I will not only prove that you need a slut like me by your side, but I will prove that you are actually the dirty, slut-
mongering asshole you pretend you''re not.” she said professionally, as if presenting the fourth quarter earnings.
"Okay, so, I''m gonna power through a couple of the other points so I can get to the good stuff. With your point about clichés making your eyes ze
over, clearly, you''ve never seen anything like me. And besides, it''s not gonna be cliché’s making your eyes ze over. And, not being afraid to blow
you away... I mean, c''mon? You''re practically spelling out how you want a slut on her knees... ‘blowing you’ away. And then, thinking outside the box,
ignoring the list... clearly. I''m way ahead of you there," she said, quickly clicking through the slides.
“And that brings me to the good
stuff," she said, smiling wickedly, as
if this was the moment she had
been waiting for. She clicked to the
next slide. "Now, there are two
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showing her face, the sun shining through her hair, her brilliant teeth shing at the camera. It was a great picture, but knowing it was Tori showing
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affirmed. "I''ve met her, and yeah, she
is as nice as everyone says. She is
totally perfect''wife material,” she
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miling. "Girls sniff each other out
immediately. And even a girl like
Vicky, the sweet perfect
Kindergarten teacher, she had to
know I was the office skank. But like
the sweetheart she is, and like the
bad but now sweet husband she
married, she didn''t shy away from
chatting me up, being friendly and
nice to the dirtiest tramp in the
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"But..." she began, with an arrogant
smirk, "We did have time to snap
this picture, and honestly, I think this
kind of sums up the whole thing."
The picture itself was in an office,
Vicky and Ten side by side. Vicky
looked stunning, her golden blondé
hair hanging down past her S
shoulders, perfectly styled. She wore
a slirh cocktail dress, the material
hiagging her slim, athleticbody. It
was formal and tasteful, not
showing too much of anything. Her
chest was mostly covered, only the
upper chest bared, and the dress
went down to her knees. Her legs
appeared from the dress, leading
down to her stylish high-heels. She
looked stunning. She was the
perfect picture of restrained, mature,
adult, feminine sexuality.
Tori was the opposite.