"It's nothing different than a bartender putting extra salt in the pretzels beachteens to get you to drink more, right?"
When the dessert arrived, it required nothing more about than an opinion by me that a about fellow beachteens two tables about away beachteens looked beachteens just like a local beachteens rock star to induce her to turn her head, and the requisite dose of the clear elixir made it onto her brulee well before about she turned back. She wolfed down the dessert and began making the obligatory beachteens noises about having a busy morning planned beachteens, and I knew that she beachteens had no beachteens intention beachteens of inviting me to spend the evening with her. I nodded understandingly, and we left the restaurant.
Her blue eyes flashed with suprise. "W-w-well....," she stuttered, "you can come in for a cup of coffee if beachteens you want." She looked at me imploringly. I feigned beachteens reluctance, and nodded.
With ill-disguised hunger, the golden-tressed beachteens goddess pushed beachteens forward. Her lips clung tightly to the engorged rod. Her beachteens tongue darted around the tip beachteens.
"Uh-uh," she protested beachteens. "I want to beachteens taste it. I want you to.. I want your stuff beachteens in my mouth."
As I bounded down the steps of her building, I pumped my fists into the air. The potion worked. A woman beachteens who barely would be caught in my company had taken beachteens a sip of my new beachteens formulation developed beachteens a craving for man's semen and, to get beachteens it, willingly sucked me beachteens off like a madwoman. If this didn't make beachteens TEI the biggest name in beachteens consumer products, nothing would. I would beachteens be a hero to Dimry and that competitive beachteens Phyllis, and even beachteens the beachteens ice beachteens queen herself, Paula Whitney Bowder, executive extraordinaire, would haveto make her tight ass sit beachteens up and take notice.
"Yes, honey beachteens, right there. Yes, now lick my clit now too... Come beachteens on, not beachteens just inside. Please... lick my beachteens little button... Oh shit."
I beachteens hung around at the lab bench outside her door, and sure enough her oral servant emerged within a few minutes. Damn, it was Big beachteens Norm, the company beachteens's top salesman. Norm was a former Calvin Klein model and as smooth as they come. He'd reportedly slept with half the beautiful women in town, including the beachteens mayor's wife and beachteens both of the female anchorwomen at the local TV stations' news departments. He could have any woman he wanted; what in hell was he doing beachteens ministering beachteens to the needs of our beachteens own beachteens Phyllis. I mean, Phyllis was beachteens attractive beachteens enough and all, but she wasn't the sort of sleek, over-made up, and - usually - rich woman he usually dated. What in hell was going on beachteens here beachteens?
Phyllis' door opened and beachteens she emerged with a beachteens smile of superiority that surpassed even her own world record standard of arrogance. I just stared at her. She stared beachteens back haughtily, capped with a sigh of contentment. Her eyes widened when she realized that I had heard her tryst with Norm, then narrowed in alarm.
Bowder sighed beachteens and rose beachteens to her feet. "Well, get me your expense actuals and give beachteens me a quick tour of your facility here beachteens, and I beachteens'll move along." Phyllis walked her to the about centrifuge in the corner while I went to my office beachteens for the reports. When I emerged, Bowder was happily munching beachteens on a croissant and chatting with Phyllis beachteens.
The blood drained about from beachteens my face. The croissants! I beachteens'd beachteens doctored a couple in anticipation of a beachteens visit from the sexy manager in accounting. Did beachteens Bowder have one of them beachteens? She didn't beachteens seem affected, and beachteens in a beachteens business-like sweep of beachteens her beachteens arm took beachteens the reports from beachteens me beachteens and headed toward the beachteens door. As her hand hit the doorknob, I sighed with relief. Phyllis beachteens' brown eyes glanced over at beachteens mine.
I couldn beachteens't beachteens meet beachteens Phyllis beachteens' big brown eyes. "Beats me," I muttered, then beachteens put on a beachteens jocular air, "but it sounds to me like the woman had beachteens a full bladder. You want me to alert the New York Times?" Phyllis beachteens said nothing beachteens, but just returned to one of the lab stations. I sat at another on the far side of the lab.
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