Author   June Starrs

TEASER - Chapter One MOVING UP

 

Clarisse is twenty-nine and has proven to be very successful in her field of work. She owns a successful estate agency selling superb fine properties and currently seeks to employ another estate agent to join her company. The interviews have taken place without too much luck - until perhaps now.

“Well, I think he meets all the credentials,” smiles Clarisse.

“And a nice ass too,” Katherine her personal assistant, adds with a wide grin.

They are both very particular who they interview. Prospective employees at this stage do not know what more might be offered to them; it`s not in any typical job contract, just an undisclosed additional benefit, if they wish to take it. Hence, they only employ colleagues who are absolutely gorgeous.

“Do you want me to show Mr Greenwood around the property this time? He`s still indecisive on which property he prefers isn`t he?” asks Katherine, who is also Clarisse`s close friend.

“No I`ll go. Anyway, I have something else in mind for him,” Clarisse grins.

“Could you come in earlier tomorrow Katherine? We have a lot to get through and please call James Walker, the one with the nice ass, tell him congratulations he's got the job.” adds Clarisse.

 

Clarisse switches off the engine of her new white convertible and watches the soft roof gently close to. She feels she is being watched, or is it her sports car, with shiny alloy wheels that has attracted his attention? She exaggerates her flirtatious movements and likes to be watched. She knows from experience, that men like to watch her play with her hair - so she can`t resist, but to open the car door to be seen. Still sat, she glides her fingers through her long, blonde hair, twists her hair around her fingers and pulls all her hair up, into a high ponytail, adding a black bobble. Adding a little lip gloss to her perfect lips, she then grabs her bag and steps out of her low down car. She is tall, most beautiful and has an elegant figure to die for.

“Hello Mr Greenwood,” she smiles.

“Taylor, please,” he requests.

“Taylor, I`m confident this property will be what you are looking for,”

“Yes, I think we might have hit the jackpot here Clarisse. I`m guessing that it`s as impressive on the inside too,”

“Yes it is. Here is the brochure Taylor. Two double garages, tennis courts, indoor pool and as you can see this magnificent tree-lined, private drive way.” she says, stopping mid sentence, as a cool breeze runs through her silk blouse. With another opportunity to flirt, she throws her head back slightly, taking the breeze and behaves like she`s filming, a hair shampoo advert.

 

She unlocks the house door and disables the alarm. As she walks, her tall court shoes tap loudly on the marble tiled floor. She knows he`s watching her every move - This excites her. Viewing this impressive home, they walk and talk about the properties features. Is today the hook?  She enjoys sealing the deal, in more ways than one. Her business skills in the district have given her ‘Business Woman of the Year’ status, several times over. 

 

“This really seems to be what I am looking for Ms Beaumont, such a nice find and this grand living room would be great for entertaining,”

“Are you ready to look upstairs Taylor?”

“I`m always ready,” he smirks.

 

She wonders if he is coming on to her and decides to ignore his comment, as she prefers to be the one in control. Upstairs, they view the five double sized bedrooms, each with en-suites. A second living room area is superbly decorated, by her interior designer, Phoebe. Comprising of; three large tan leather sofas, fawn shag pile rugs, a central wood burning fireplace and pleasant views over the five acres of woodland.

 “Ms Beaumont, I must say, this is exactly the place I`m looking for,” his eyes look moist, with pleased sincerity.

“The asking price though, is just a little more than I was looking for. Could we come to some agreement, do you think?” he utters, taking in the views.

“Yes, I hope we can Taylor. Let`s go back downstairs, I`d like to show you something.”      

          

In the ultra modern kitchen, they sit on high chairs, side by side, that surround the large, tall breakfast table in the centre of the kitchen. She kicks off her heeled shoes, letting them fall to the floor.

“Sorry Mr Greenwood, Taylor I mean. A girl can only wear these heels for so long.”

 

Are her defences down? Clarisse reaches for her bag across the table. Taylor pulls it closer to help her, while brushing his fingers down her arm. She chooses to ignore this move. She and her colleagues have come across many men and some women too, that try to take advantage, whilst out alone on viewings. Especially, when trying to come to some agreement over the asking price. Clarisse gently opens her laptop.

 

“You are a beautiful woman Clarisse,” he says, reaching for her hand on the key pad, “Such pretty hands,” he adds.

“So, I`m told Mr Greenwood.” she comments, removing his hand and placing it gently on the table. Realising she may have made a mistake and potentially lose the sale. She quickly interjects.

“I have drawn up the three properties you have looked at. I know you seem definite with this one, but it`s only fair and professional of me to present them all on the slide show. Please take your time and think hard and careful over your choice.”

“Yes, I`m thinking hard on,” he mumbles.

“Pardon, did you say something?” knowing, exactly what he had said.

“You take a long look,” she says, gracefully stepping off the high chair.

She can feel him taking a long look at her, and not so much at the slide show.

“Red or white?” she asks.

Taylor looks astonished, that his sexy estate agent is offering him a glass of wine. What more could he wish for?

“All part of the service,” she smiles.

“Red please, thanks.”    

 

Over their glass of wine, sat at the breakfast table in the kitchen, Taylor says, this property should meet his needs. Clarisse deliberately drops her pen to the floor.

“I`ll get it,” says Taylor.

“I`ll get it, I could do with a stretch, thank you,” smiles Clarisse.

 

Sat on the high chair, at the table, she purposefully stretches out her silky long leg. She`s wearing a light tan colour pair of stockings. One leg at a time, she stretches out her seamed toes and leans forward, running her hand smoothly up her leg, reaching her short, black skirt. She repeats this action, as she knows she is still being watched. Taylor, with his mouth open in awe, looks down at her legs. When she leans forward, he glances at her buttoned blouse that gapes, revealing her pretty, laced bra.

 

“I hate these things, the less I wear, on my legs the better.” she flirts.

Her professional defences are down! She wants fun. Sex! The pen remains on the floor, forgotten.

 

Katherine and Clarisse both find Mr Taylor Greenwood attractive. They tend to use their so-called, professional judgement and discuss when it might be safe, to mix business with pleasure. Katherine prefers to not mix her business with pleasure, but she has been known to slip occasionally. They know they run the risk, of perhaps being reported to ‘Trading Standards’ or some other group. Clarisse is a sexual, flirtatious risk taker and generally gets what she wants...men and sales.     

 

“Are you trying to tease me, Ms Beaumont?”

“Do you like to be teased?” she asks, giving him a willing look, with her ocean blue eyes.

“I don`t know a man who wouldn`t like that,” he gruffly remarks, throwing her an expectant look.

Clarisse reaches for Taylor`s hand to help stabilize herself as she steps off the hardwood tall chair. “These damn chairs are a bit hard to sit on. I bet, I have blotchy red buttocks now,” she states.

“I could stroke them better?” he offers. 

Clarisse has business needs, as well as sexual needs and it seems he does too; they quickly and formally agree a purchase price, sign the written agreement and toast the sale with their wine glasses.

“When you get your exchange of contracts date...your moving in date - I`ll see my interior designer removes all the furniture and soft furnishings and off they will go to another property. Unless, you want these damn chairs at an added cost?” she laughs.

“You can keep the chairs Clarisse. I`ll have you and your sore ass instead,”

“Sounds like you mean it!”

 

She stands in front of him, on the cool grey marble floor and looks him in the eye, rolls her stockings down and steps out of them. Her legs are pure, not a blemish to be seen, perfectly toned and sexily long and her toe varnish, matches her pink nail varnish on her hands. Taylor takes her hand and places it on his erect penis, that`s pushing against his suit trousers, urging to be free.

 

“Do you want to fuck me?” she flirts.

“Thought you`d never ask, do you fuck all your clients?”

“Let`s not talk shop.” she requests.

She walks slowly, out of the kitchen and into the grand hallway and heads towards a wood spindled, curved staircase. Taylor follows her, undressing, throwing his clothes boldly across the wooden floor. His erect penis is as straight as an arrow, pointing him towards his prey. At the foot of the stairs, she slips off her short skirt, revealing her not-so-much there lace knickers. Taylor stands naked, takes her blouse and unbuttons slowly. Her blouse falls open. He steps back and looks her over, smiling.

 

“What I`d like to do to you!” he says, with horny excitement, his eyes wide open.

His erection is eager, he reaches for the corner of her blouse, pulling her gently towards him and she embraces him - their tongues entwine in each other`s mouths, exploring deeply.

“You like it rough Ms B.” he remarks.

 

He reaches for her bra strap, but struggles to undo the clasp - always with an agenda in mind; she remembers that she wore this particular bra purposefully and turns around, with her back facing him and lifts her blouse for him, so he can see how to undo the clasp. Running down her spine, he can see there is a `tree of life` tattoo, with tantalising branches, the earth, roots, flowers and butterflies, cover the middle of her back, in an array of delicate colours. He undoes the clasp, takes off her blouse and bra, her clothing falls carelessly to the floor.

“Damn it woman! You are so, so hot and this is the most alluring tattoo I have ever seen.”

 

The tip of his erection pushes gently into her hip, as he leans over and kisses the small of her back, so delicately, as if not to smudge the picture before him. Clarisse responds by arching back her shoulders and gives him a soft moan. She reaches for the stair banister, to hold onto, to help support herself. He kisses her back and moves down to her buttocks.

“I want to take you from behind and dissolve into the glory of your masterpiece.” he whispers gruffly.

 

He kisses the back of her neck and her blonde ponytail falls across his face, she closes her eyes and moves her head in unison with each moist kiss he gives. She can feel herself getting moist inside. From behind, his erection pushes gently between her legs and rubs smoothly against her lace panties. Delivering moans of pleasure, heard by both of them; his hands reach around her curvaceous, slim body and he cups her breasts and circles both nipples in unison with his fingers. She holds tightly onto the banister, with her arms outstretched and they rock together, in this position for a while, suddenly, she moves out of this position.

 

Taylor looks bewildered. “What have I done wrong?”

“You know how to turn a woman on! Fuck me now, and fuck me hard!” she pants.

She takes off her white lace panties and places them on the stair banister knob.

“Nice Knob,” she comments.

She takes his hand and they walk up the stairs, approaching the last stair step, she kneels down over the last step, before the landing area, and places her arms out onto the landing. Her buttocks are raised, for him.

“Perfect,” he cries.

“Take me here, from behind. I`m all wet for you,”

In he slides.

“Lift your arms up a little. I want to hold your breasts.” he commands.

He gently squeezes her breasts with every push he takes inside her; they let out, intense moans of pleasure, as they climax together. She reaches for her hair bobble, pulls it out, allowing her long hair to fall across her body, covering her tattoo.

 

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