Martini

Clara Lynn chose a dress which aimed at killing the one thing preventing him from bending her over the car; his self-control.

Because one look at her in that short sequin dress whose shimmering silver shades flirted with her creamy skin and his no-employee policies were out of his window. He could only say that he had been lucky to spot her from his car, since they had arrived at the same time. Good thing he hadn't got of out his car yet, or watching those smooth legs which were always hidden in pants tempted him to reach into his tailored pants and start jerking off.

Of course it was only a thought, he convinced himself, having never experienced that kind of tempting horniness since he became sexually active. He wasn't a teenager with raging hormones, and the fact that he had been tempted to wank off in the parking lot of a night club, seated at the back with his chauffeur in front sent a surge of worry within him.

But Ms. Lynn had outdone herself. Her dress wa