Artistically  Speaking 

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OLivia

 

“"Gentlemen, I have read the proposal, gone over your portfolio and I am certain Morgan and Bristol, can meet your advertising needs.  The lingerie business is overrun by cheap materials, shoddy workmanship and gaudy ads. The World Wide Web is over saturated as well. With that being said. "

She paused, rose from her chair and opened the door. Alicia rolled in a mannequin wearing the Naughty School Girl outfit from the Castillo line. Leonardo, watched intently as she began to speak again.

 “Take this outfit for instance. This material is durable but light, the stitch is professional and the look is provocative. The tie, skirt, suspenders and stockings will give any woman the choice to be the dominate or submissive.  The fact that you do custom work will appeal to the woman who doesn’t fit the average sizes. This consumer, is willing to spend money to look great in the bedroom.  These things will put you above the other manufacturers. BUT, none of it means a thing if you don’t have the correct exposure. Your target consumer is male and female, multi-racial, ages 35-55. The wealthy, trust funded, the working and retired consumer have ready expendable cash. The larger woman will spend more because she will require custom fitting."

Olivia went and refreshed their wine. As she handed back their glasses she surveyed them to see if her pitch was working. Leonardo put his hand over hers as he took the glass. She smiled, unsure of what to make of the lingering touch.  She returned to the mannequin but before she spoke, Leonardo rose and asked.

 “What about you Ms. Rymer? Is this something you would spend your hard earned money on? After all, you are also in my target demographic. What would you say if your husband gave you this outfit as a gift?"

Olivia tried to remain professional, but the older gentleman intrigued her.

"Mr. Castillo, I would purchase this outfit if I had someone to wear it for. And if I had a husband I would certainly be thrilled to receive such a gift." She was about to finish her pitch when Mr. Castillo stood and said.

"Ms. Rymer, you have captured what the Castillo Company is looking for. I am confident that you will create a campaign that will serve me and my company's needs."  With a broad smile, he took her hand, kissed it gently and said good night.

Olivia was surprised to find that she got moist in response to his kiss. His eyes were intense enough to make the heat that rose along her neck envelop her face and cause a blush.  Alejandro, took her hand, shook it, smiled and said good night. Olivia walked the clients to the door and had Alicia set up a return appointment for the presentation. She shut the door and looked at the clock, it was after five, and she decided to write the notes up on the meeting. Alicia had gone for the evening, so Olivia set in to get the work done. She   poured the wine, took out her contacts, put on her glasses and transcribed the notes.

  After an hour she was bored with what she was doing she poured the last few drops wine from the second bottle, she found herself staring at the mannequin. She stood up, felt unsteady on her feet and she kicked off her red pumps. Olivia walked over to the life size doll and contemplated whether or not the outfit would fit her. As a Latin woman she had more of a pear shape, large round buttocks, small waist and strong legs.  Never top heavy, the suspenders and tie could be a great compliment to her small perky breast. She took the clothes off the mannequin, opened the armoire and undressed in front of the mirror giggling.  She dressed up in the Naughty School girl outfit taking delight in each piece she put on. With her back to the mirror and tried to see herself from the rear. Her ass cheeks peeked out the bottom of the short skirt as she slid on the white thigh high stockings.  The stilettos that came with the outfit caused her to sashay, instead of walk back and forth in front of the mirror.

“Ohhh, Mr. Principal, I have been a bad, bad girl. What is my punishment." she said with her lips poked out.

"Well, that depends on what you have done my sweet."

Olivia jumped at the sound of the man's voice and could see Leonardo Castillo standing in the doorway through the mirror.

“Oh my, Mr. Castillo." She stammered trying to use the armoire door as a cover.

“Why do you hide yourself? You are exquisite."

“I thought everyone left for the day."

“I think they have, I was so engrossed in your pitch that I left my jacket.” He said pointing to the overcoat that laid across the back of the couch. “Come out from behind the door, please." he said while gestured for her to do so. “You have nothing to be ashamed of, certainly nothing that I can see."

The wine in her body agreed with Leonardo and she stepped out. It was liberating to say the least. It had been a long time since she had been dressed sexy in front of a man.

“Is there more wine."

“Oh yes,” Olivia went to the appetizer cart, bent over, opened the bottom door and retrieved a chilled bottle of wine. Suddenly aware of how she looked, pouring wine, in a tight shirt, loose tie, ass revealing skirt, thigh highs and stilettos, made her warm and horny. Leonardo's expression said he was up for some fun.

Using a runway model prance, she walked over to him and said "Here you go, Mr. Principal." and handed him his drink.

 He repositioned himself on the couch and Olivia knew why. The large mound trying to escape his pants suggested a growing hard on. Swallowing her wine in one big gulp she sat the glass on the end table and started to give Leonardo a command when he spoke.

“Young lady, I believe they sent you to this office because you talk in class without raising your hand." He stood and opened his pants. “Now, kneel."

Olivia enjoyed the authoritative tone and went to her knees.

“The teacher says you don’t know how to be quiet. So, I want you to slip my dick in-between those sexy lips and fill that mouth of yours."

Olivia took hold of his large male member and was surprised to see that her hand did not go completely around it. She held it firmly, opened her mouth, and guided it in. Leonardo let out a small moan. She sealed her lips around it and moved her head back and forth. Leonardo moved in and out, in the opposite direction as she stroked his sack simultaneously.

“Yessssss, that’s it. You are a good girl, a good naughty girl."

He moved back and forth in her wet mouth as he spoke in unintelligible Spanish. He stopped abruptly “Get up and bend over the desk. Show me why the boys chase after you. "