(thought I would try my hand at a story for grins. Except for the size of the male character's tool, its kinda autobiographical :smile: . If your are looking for a short quick fuck this ain;t the place,takes awhile to develop) On a very sunny Southern California day, Samantha put a CD into her BMW 330is player, slipped the car into drive and headed out to an appointment, a very important appointment. In the world of high commercial real estate, Samantha Woods was about to break into the big time. Her first shot at bagging a whale, the type of lease that would elevate her position in her company to partner, something she had wanted from her first day on the job. Shed been working at Coldwell Banker for 6 years and had steadily moved up the corporate food chain by hard work and perseverance. . 31 years old, she had made her mark by doing the best job at finding and leasing out 2nd and 3rd tier properties, strip mall tenants, restaurant spaces, and grocery stores. The money was good but the real money and power in commercial real estate was in leasing out entire floors in high rent buildings to large companies. These sorts of choice high dollar deals were reserved for the good ol boys at CB. Women just didnt have a chance to make a mark at this level. Oh there were very good opportunities for women in residential real estate, but Samantha wanted to play at the highest level and today was her chance. She had the listing for the top 3 floors at the best medical building in LA. A total of 27000 square feet, leased at $39/ft for 10 years, of which 10% went directly to her as commission, big money and even better real power within her company. A large HMO was interested in the entire space and she was meeting with the doctor in charge of making the decision for the company. Day dreaming a bit while driving to the listing she thought about how she had ended up as a broker. A tomboy at heart, she had been a school girl champion basketball player and runner. Always tall for her age and now 510, she had exceptionally long legs, in fact when seated she looked about 54 and her dad always said she was split high, all legs. She could run for days with those long legs and she was quick on the court. Her goal in school was a college scholarship for sports. However, between her freshman and sophomore years, they showed up. They being breasts. One day her grade school girls body just started to bud and blossom and over a years time her breasts began to grow and grow. As she said when she was in college, big 38 D cup tits were wonderful fashion accessories, but werent much help in running the mile or sprinting down court. She had that sort of love/hate relationship with her figure, loving the beautiful woman she had become but regretting the loss of the girl and the elite athlete she had once been. There was no question Samantha was beautiful She had clear tan olive skin, thick dark brown hair, dark flashing eyes, full cupids bow lips and a 20000 watt smile fueled a bit by Crest white strips. Stopping in the parking lot of the listing, she pulled down the windshield screen mirror and applied a little extra lipstick to those full lips and headed into the building to meet her client. Striding sharply into the entry way, she could see herself in the mirrored glass windows and she instinctively smoothed her skirt. She was dressed for the kill today. One thing she had learned over the course of her career was to use every advantage she had to win, and her figure was certainly useful in that. The men in her firm could take clients to the companies private mens golf club, go out for drinks and chase girls or even hit a gentlemens strip club to seal a deal. What then was wrong with her wearing a skirt an inch or two above standard business attire showing off the muscles of her thighs at her knee, 3 inch stiletto heels, designer of course, with a hint of toe cleavage, where 2 inches was considered proper and the norm and a tight blouse opened to reveal exactly one inch of that perfect cleft between those perfect tits? Men were easily distracted and anything was fair in this battle. She had even dyed a small lock of her hair at her forehead gray to just look a bit different and maybe a bit more serious. And she placed a spray of cologne on the nape her neck and inside of her wrists to involve all the senses in her plan to conquer.