The Competitor
Copyright© 2011 by Switch Blayde
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Jenny is an intern at a prestigious architectural firm, an opportunity not usually afforded to a girl attending a city college. If she's successful, it will lead to a job offer. But her competition is a rich, pretty girl attending an Ivy League university. Tiffany is the type of girl Jenny envied in high school, someone who gets everything she wants through teasing, manipulation, phony charm, and sex. So when their boss takes a "special" interest in Tiffany, Jenny is concerned.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Anal Sex Exhibitionism Slow
Jenny Strutzberg glanced at her competitor across the massive oak conference room table. Mr. Johnson, standing at the front of the room, should have had her undivided attention. After all, her future depended on this assignment, but she followed her boss's stare to the platinum blonde.
When he mentioned another rule, Jenny returned her attention to Mr. Johnson and forced herself to concentrate. She had to win. She just had to. Although speaking to them both, Mr. Johnson's gaze never left Tiffany Williams. And suddenly his fluid speech was impeded with pauses. Jenny's eyes darted back and forth between her competitor and her boss like someone watching a tennis match, finally settling on the blonde. Tiffany was toying with the top button of her frilly blouse. Not the top button, but the highest fastened one; the one between her cleavage. And then, to Jenny's chagrin, the girl's fingers slipped the milky-white button through the buttonhole. Tiffany's chair was pulled out from the table and turned towards the front of the room so Jenny couldn't see what Mr. Johnson saw, but she was sure the bra was now uncovered.
The ensuing silence caused Jenny to look back at Mr. Johnson. He had shifted more towards Tiffany's side of the table and his eyes were fixated on the girl who, when Jenny looked at her again, was twirling a lock of blonde hair near her shoulder. The smile on Tiffany's face was one that Jenny had never acquired. The popular girls in high school had teased and controlled boys with those smiles, but Jenny hadn't been one of them.
When Mr. Johnson cleared his throat, Jenny turned to the front of the room. He was still staring at Tiffany, but his gaze was lower. The well-spoken executive was babbling like a brain damaged person going through speech therapy. He mumbled something about the customer's needs while gawking at Tiffany.
What's going on? Jenny thought. What's he staring at?
She dropped her pen to peek under the table and her eyes narrowed when she saw Tiffany sitting at the edge of her seat with her knees apart. Her short skirt had risen up and Jenny was sure Mr. Johnson had an unfettered view beneath it.
She's flashing him. It's bad enough she's so pretty and going to an Ivy League school. She even has a cute WASP name. This isn't fair.
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