Lace and Leverage

Frank paced the corner office, tie loosened, while Vicki leaned against the polished desk with a knowing smirk. "You really think this little performance will land me the VP slot?" he muttered. She laughed, sharp and low. "Promotion for you, darling, but I'm the one calling shots. The boss has a thing for vintage nylon—smoky gray, reinforced toes, just like his glory days. Red lace underneath to make it pop. He'll be putty."

Frank's eyes flicked to her outfit peeking beneath the coat: the red lacy bra straps, garter belt hinting at the matching panties, and those stockings whispering against her legs. "And I just... watch?" Vicki stepped closer, voice dripping with wit. "Exactly. No touching. You get the raise; I get the thrill. Unless you're too chicken for a real woman handling business."

The door clicked open. Mr. Harlan entered, silver-haired and sharp-eyed, pausing at the sight. "Vicki. Frank. This is... unexpected." She shed the coat slowly, revealing the full ensemble—red lace hugging her curves, garters framing the smoky stockings. "Unexpected? Or exactly what you remember from the sixties, Harlan? Sit. Let's negotiate Frank's future."

Harlan chuckled, settling into the leather chair. "Bold as ever. Those heels and toes—brings back memories." Vicki circled him, fingers trailing his shoulder. "Memories are cheap. This is live. Frank here needs that promotion. I'm offering a very personal incentive. You game, or shall I find a younger executive with better stamina?"

"Stamina's never been my issue," Harlan replied, gaze hungry. Vicki winked at Frank. "See? Witty banter first. Now, pants down, boss. Show me what a promotion's worth." Frank shifted, sweating already, but stayed silent as Harlan complied, his cock already half-hard from the view. Vicki knelt gracefully, stockings whispering, and wrapped her fingers around it. "Nice and thick. Frank, pay attention—this is how you earn raises."

She stroked slowly, building rhythm, her breath warm. "Horny yet, Harlan? This red lace was chosen just for you." Harlan groaned, cock fully hard now. Vicki leaned in, lips brushing the tip. "Witty enough? Or do you prefer action?" She took him into her mouth, tongue swirling, the blowjob starting with deliberate tease. Frank watched, pants tightening, as she worked deeper, one hand on Harlan's thigh for control.

Vicki pulled back, panting lightly. "Tastes like power. Frank, you okay over there? Your boss's cock feels eager." She resumed, sucking harder, cheeks hollowing, saliva glistening on the shaft. Harlan's hands gripped the chair, but she pinned them with a glare—strong, unyielding. "No hands. This is my show." Her pussy grew wet beneath the lace, dripping slightly as the power surged through her.

The pace quickened; she bobbed with expertise, tongue flicking the underside, stockings taut against her ass as she shifted. Harlan panted, "God, those stockings..." Vicki hummed approval around his cock, vibrations making him twitch. Frank's breathing matched theirs, the room thick with tension. She fondled Harlan's balls, building him toward the edge without mercy.

Harlan came with a grunt, cum spilling hot across her tongue and lips. Vicki swallowed what she could, the rest dripping down her chin onto the red lace, her own arousal evident in the wet patch on her panties. She stood, wiping her mouth with a triumphant smile. "Promotion's yours, Frank. Harlan, we'll discuss bonuses next week."

Vicki straightened her garters, eyes sparkling with unfinished promise as she glanced between the two men.