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The girl stood straight as an arrow and trembling before the Personnel Director of the large corporation in his luxurious private office. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse while her soft, weak mouth quivered, and tears formed in her eyes.
“I didn’t expect this,” she quavered.
He threw her blouse back over smooth, young shoulders.
“What did you expect? This is New York, not the middle of Iowa. A dozen girls want this job in Personnel. Some are better looking than you.”
He didn’t tell her that none exuded the sexuality of this girl. She was good-looking enough, but there was something extremely vulnerable about her, her soft skin, the way her clothes clung to her rounded body, the haunted apprehensive look in her eyes as if she expected strong male hands to seize her any moment. Her stance, her walk, her awareness of her silken, feminine body told the world she was a creature of rare sexuality and knew it. She probably hated it, but there it was.
Fictional reading for entertainment purposes only.