Novacaine by S. Guy

 

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I'm a freelance consultant in the area of computer software development. I normally work for large corporations on a contract basis for a few months per stint. I recently moved to New York from the San Francisco area, and since I was starting in a new city where I had no business contacts, I was forced make use of contract placement companies, also known as "headhunter agencies." These are middlemen who try to get contracts for people like me in return for a cut of the money. They way this works is that after the agency gets me a interview that results in a job, I sign up as an employee of the agency, who then bills me out at a higher rate to the company where I actually work. It's a sleazy business, but without more contacts here I have to work this way.

I got my current contract through a smallish agency. While working on this contract, another agency called me about another position that was somewhat more lucrative. After interviewing at the new company, I was offered a contract.

Now, my existing contract was a typical one in that it was open-ended and could be terminated by either party with two-weeks' notice, so, barring any major pay raise from my current job, I planned to quit my old job and accept the new one. In keeping with my usual policy in these cases, I told the new company I'd sleep on the decision and get back to them the next day.

I then left and called the headhunter agency that currently represented me to inform them that I probably was going to take the other job. The headhunter there tried to persuade me to stay at my current position. My early termination would mean a loss of revenue for the agency, so her reaction was predictable.

However, I told her that barring an increase in my billing rate, I was going to take the new job. With that she put me on hold, and when she came back, she explained that the agency couldn't get any more money from the company I was working at, but that Nova, the owner of the agency, would be willing to take less of a markup and give me a raise rather than lose the contract altogether. When I asked how much of a markup, the headhunter said that Nova wanted to discuss that with me personally. When I explained that I was going to make my decision by early the next day, the headhunter put me on hold again and when she got back on she said that Nova would be glad to talk to me later that day, if I could make it after work.

I was willing to do that, and so we set up the meeting between Nova and me 6:00 PM that evening. Although I'd never actually met Nova, I had spoken to her on the phone a few times and remembered her as being businesslike, professional, and most important, reasonable. I was hoping I could get enough money out of her to make it worth my while to stay at this job, since the new position, though more lucrative, was less interesting. I would never admit that to Nova, of course.

It was Friday evening, and by the time I was able to show up at the agency the door was locked and everyone who worked there was gone except Mary the receptionist who let me in when I knocked and, presumably, Nova.

Now, I was familiar with Mary from all the times I had come by to pick up my paycheck. She was in her early twenties and quite attractive, with shoulder-length, stylish blonde hair and a very sexy, slim body. She was about 5 foot 2 or 3 and had firm, perfectly sized breasts -- not too large and not too small. She was outgoing and flirtatious, and every time I saw her she was wearing very stylish and somewhat revealing clothes.

That day she was wearing a silky, button-down blouse with the neckline open low enough to show off a hint of her gorgeous cleavage. Her bra was either quite sheer or non-existent, as I could make out the contours of her breasts and nipples through her blouse. She had on a calf-length skirt with a slit halfway up her thigh. It was really tight around her hips and ass and was thin enough for me to faintly glimpse her skimpy, dark bikini panties underneath. She had on a pair of high heels and, as always, wore little or no makeup. She looked even sexier than usual, which is saying a lot. As I often did, I wondered how she got away dressing that way in an office environment.

Mary buzzed Nova to tell her I had arrived, and when she got off the phone she said that Nova was on an important phone call hoped it would be OK for me to wait 20 or 30 minutes. I said it was, and Mary said that Nova wanted me to know that she really appreciated me coming by and told Mary to do whatever she could to make me comfortable.

She asked if I wanted coffee or soda or anything, but I thanked her and said I really didn't need anything. She smiled and raised an eyebrow when I said that. I ignored that and told her that since it was late she didn't have to stay on my account. She thanked me quite nicely but said that she had to stay late anyway and work. I made a sympathetic comment about Mary's bad luck at having to work late on a Friday, and this led to us making small talk for a few minutes.

On previous visits I often found myself staring at her sexy body. I'd always try to be discreet, but sometimes she would still catch me staring, to which she'd react with a coquettish smile. As we sat there chatting she once again caught me staring at her, but this time she raised her eyebrows, licked her lips, and languidly turned towards me, slowly pushing her chest out as she did. Although her movements were subtle and ambiguous enough for her to deny if confronted, this was still more flirty than she ever was with me in the past, and I choked on my words for a moment in surprise and arousal. She just

laughed sexily and then resumed talking to me as if nothing had happened.

Now, this both turned me on and made me nervous, and I tried to hide my confusion and arousal as we spoke. I doubt I did a very good job of it, but if she noticed, she didn't let on.

After a few minutes of our idle chatter I had more or less calmed down again. Mary finally gave me a fake-sad look and said in a deliberately childish, pouty tone of voice that she had to get back to work. As she walked back to her desk, I could see her perfect ass straining sexily against the material of her tight skirt as she unabashedly swayed her hips. I'd never seen her do that in my presence before, either, but then again, I couldn't remember if I had ever seen her doing anything other than sitting at her desk.

Dismissing her sexy antics as insincere, immature flirtation, I plopped down on the couch in the reception area to find something to read. This didn't prevent me from continuing to stare at her ass until she sat down, however. The exaggerated way she moved her hips was turning me on, and I decided to enjoy it while I could -- i.e., while her back was turned.

Despite my intention to not take Mary too seriously, I couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she was trying to get my sexual attention. For a moment, my mind drifted off into a fantasy of her slowly stripping for me as I watched from my vantage point on the couch.