kalie la meilleurs suceuse du monde
It was a sultry, summer day when the mysterious visitor arrived at the office of Monsieur LeClerc, CEO of a posh Parisian fashion house. Kalie La, the bedroom-eyed beauty, had in the past few weeks become an intern for the high-styled business, and today was her lucky day. The Madame’s scheming eyes had set their sights on the young, impetuous Monsieur, who she knew had an affinity for the manipulative ways of a lady.
Monsieur was just taking his first sip of coffee when Kalie slipped into his office, her clipboard in hand, black stockings above elegant heels, and a tight pencil skirt draping her taut derriere. “Good morning, Monsieur,” she purred sweetly. “I’ve some things here I thought you might go over?” Her ruby-red lips brushed against Monsieur LeClerc’s ear as she spoke, her fragrant breath heavy with implication. Monsieur’s hand, he noticed with some surprise – and not a little excitement – was trembling as he took the offered documents.
The executory reviews concluded quickly, and Monsieur LeClerc stood up from his mahogany desk, his smile impish. “Very good, Kalie – shall we go over the next assignment?” Surely, to the inexperienced man, the bold wench’s presence could imply only one thing. He led her to the corner of his desk, spreading out the documents. She stood close, her hip grazing Monsieur LeClerc’s as she leaned down to peruse the records.
“Are these all?” she whispered, playfully. “I think you’re hiding something from me, Monsieur.” She began clicking through the screens on his computer, clearly having no idea what she was looking for. But her tactile exploration, of the computer and of Monsieur LeClerc’s body, was not without results. “Oh my,” she gasped, clicking a button and freezing in disbelief. She stared hungrily at the images on the screen: penthouse views, pristine beaches, luxurious cars – all the trappings of a life of pleasure and indulgence. These were no mere fantasies.
Monsieur LeClerc froze, her fingers still resting intimately against his body. What was he supposed to do? They were no longer moving forward: his rigid member and her purring voice left no question of where this was headed. But Kalie had other plans in mind. “My, my,” she mused wistfully, “what beautiful places to vacation. But as luck would have it, I’ll be in Paris for a bit longer.” She licked her lips thoughtfully. “I’m sure I can figure something out.” With her cool eyes still linked with Monsieur LeClerc’s, she turned and walked out of the office. The game was afoot.
