My na is Tori Kryselneski, but most of the ti, I go by Tori K. because, trust , I know my last na is a total nightmare.
I worked at Joshua's dad's big company. We designed and did research on new technologies, and I worked at the corporate end. We did business with a ton of major companies, both dostic and international, and ugh, I'm boring myself here. None of that really matters.
All that matters is that Joshua worked with the sales team and handled special projects and hiring, and I'm a glorified secretary.
As it usually did on most slow days, or days when I didn't feel like being productive, my thoughts drifted back to him. To Joshua.
We really couldn't be more different. We were the sa age, but we couldn't be more opposite. He was the big success, and that's because of his dad.
But that was about to change.
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### **The Job**
One of the most valuable positions in the company had opened up, and I had put my na in the fray. And that job was an executive assistant. Personal executive assistant to Joshua.
Now, you may wonder why this job would appeal to , I who proclaid to not being able to stand perfect Joshua. Why would I want to work for a guy like him?
That requires so explanation. As I ntioned before, I had a bit of a reputation. A reputation that would be offensive if it wasn't completely true. The word was out on , and everyone seed to be aware of it.
To put it simply, I was a complete... flirt.
I wasn't ashad of it. Why should I? I love sex, and I love having a lot of it with a lot of different guys. How dare I pursue the pleasure that is hard-wired in all humans? So yeah, anyway, I was pretty wild, and that ant all that ti and money my folks put in to get through college and get a good education was wasted. Instead of studying and gaining a good professional skill, I spent most of my ti on my back, gaining an extensive knowledge of n. My best talents were in the bedroom, and that would never change. Sex was the one place where I could be truly outstanding.
I graduated with an essentially useless diploma, so I had to find a way to get by professionally. A girl's got to pay the bills, you know? I eventually ended up getting a low-level secretarial job here. And trust , it was low-level. I am by no ans a genius, but doing that work made feel almost insulted. Is this what the world thought of ? Is this what they thought I was best qualified for? While I wasn't much of a student, I was very ambitious, and after a month or so of this work, I needed more. And I knew just how to do it.
To put it bluntly, I used my many talents to get ahead, and coincidentally, I was promoted. What a shocker! I stayed as a secretary, but I worked for different managers. Slightly more important managers. And slowly, this process continued. My looks kept climbing up the corporate ladder. When I got bored or saw an opportunity, I used my charms, got another job, and added a few thousand to my salary.
It was a pretty sweet arrangent. The work was dull, for sure, and I could do it just fine. But the real ga was the corporate ga, that maneuvering up the corporate chain. While I wasn't much of a worker, I was very good at that other ga. The corporate ga. The ga of business. I felt like I had a complete understanding of how business was done, but I hadn't had the full opportunity to show off my skills.
Business wasn't about honorable negotiations. Real business was played dirty. I had no illusions about that. No ideals. I knew what motivated people deep down, and I played on that to great success. Business was all about sex, and in that sense, my body was built for business. My rise was equally as teoric as Joshua's, but not nearly as respectable. He worked in the boardroom; I worked between the sheets.
But unfortunately, this kind of thing could only get so far. My tricks and flirting made minceat of the low-level managent, but the upper-level guys weren't nearly so easy to fool. They were obviously a bit more cautious and wary of ambitious little schers like . Plus, word had gotten out on . I don't know how it got out; I'm guessing one of my old bosses aired my dirty laundry.
But then again, it probably didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out. No matter how progressive so people claim to be, when they take a look at a woman with a body like mine rising up the corporate ladder, they make certain assumptions. In my case, they happened to be true.
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### **My Appearance**
I was far from the girl next door. I wasn't the innocent, sunny type. I have been told I co across as unpleasant and that I have a resting unpleasant face. My lips were plump and curved into a natural sneer. I've been told my eyes seed combative, as if I was spoiling for a fight. I wasn't afraid to speak my mind, and I had a bit of a dirty mouth. I could swear with the best of them, and I had a short temper. It was hard for to contain my true feelings about people, and I was often the center of office gossip, so of it true, so made up.
If I wasn't good at what I did, there would literally be no good reason to keep around. But I was good. I was very good.
It certainly didn't hurt that I was drop-dead gorgeous as well.
I was slim and fit, but not overly so. I wanted to make sure I had curves in all the right places. And I definitely succeeded there. I had firm, thin legs, and I always wore high heels to showcase them. They also highlighted my round, heart-shaped behind. I had a great butt, and I worked very hard for it. It was firm, round, and with just the right amount of bounce. I had learned how to walk to best showcase it, and I made it a point to wear slim, form-fitting clothing, just to make sure that all eyes were on . I wanted to make sure that my behind was a topic of office conversation every ti, and I'm pretty confident my tight, slim skirts got the job done.
My upper half held up its end of the bargain. I had superb breasts, a pair of round, smooth, juicy ones, capped with perfectly-sized, hard nipples. I always found a way to show my chest off, even at work, packing them into tight tops, testing the limits of decency at tis. I had been given a few warnings about showing a bit too much cleavage, so I was forced to cover up at tis, but once I would get promoted and rise up the ladder, those buttons on my tops would disappear imdiately until I was warned again.
I was a complete package. My attractive body, poured into sexy business clothes, which I spent a sizable part of my salary on, by the way. My shiny, brunette hair was chopped stylishly just past my shoulders, and my makeup was always immaculate. I was the perfect embodint of a corporate flirt.
This fact eventually beca apparent to the higher-ups. It probably didn't help that I vigorously posted pictures online of at the club, partying and drinking, dancing with hot guys, and so won as well. Word got out on , and people compared notes to the point where it beca well known exactly how I ended up in this position, an assistant to an upper-middle manager. There was nothing concrete enough to fire , but it beca clear after a while that I had hit the ceiling, that they weren't going to let a woman like rise any higher on the ladder.
I was the exact type of person this company didn't need to get to the top.
But I wasn't going to let that stop from achieving what I want. It would only make my success sweeter. I had interviewed for higher positions many tis, but the bosses were always cold and obviously disinterested in . But I wasn't going to let that discourage . I kept trying and trying, hoping one of these interviews would work, desperate to continue my teoric rise.
That brings back to Joshua.
The job of executive assistant to Joshua was a highly prized position. That job would lead to big things for whoever held it. His last assistant, Maya, had just left for another company, leaving the position open.
A lot of people speculated about why she would choose to leave such a great, cushy job, but... let's just say, I had so suspicions. But that's another story.
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