Professional Seduction

How did one return from screaming her boss' name under the throes of passion, clad in her birthday suit to answering 'yes sir' to his commands which had nothing to do with telling her to spread her legs wider?

For Clara Lynn, it began with making a pact with high turtle neck blouses paired with professional palazzo pants. Long pencil skirts could have been another good option except that her muscles hadn't completely recovered from the Thursday-Friday fuck fest.

Not had her brain become used to beholding Andre Quinn without imagining a dance of the hanky panky with him. Those images flashed into her mind with every step and action he took; all he had to do was breathe beside her and her nipples would harden beneath her underwear, or lift his fingers and she would remember what they had done to her and with her.

It drove her crazier because he seemed to be over it, that casual expressionless attitude of his having returned a thousand folds. He didn't flirt with h