Asian Persuation
Tad was on his way up in the corporation; he could feel it. Employee reviews were just around the corner and he finally seemed to be making a good impression on his boss. He knew that competition for a promotion would be fierce, and being good wasn’t going to be enough. Tad knew that he was going to have to look the part as well.
As much as he hated clothes shopping, he figured he’d bite the bullet and get a new suit or two and perhaps a matching sport jacket and pants. As usual, he got out of work late and the stores would be closing soon. It was Wednesday, and the men’s department was vacant. He poked through the racks for a few minutes then looked at his watch. If no one comes over here to help me in about the next two minutes, he thought, I’m outta here.
He took a cursory look at three more suits, and a suddenly an Asian woman appeared at his side.
“May I help you?” She smiled.
Tad gave her the once over twice; her nametag said ‘Jen.’ Oh yeah, he thought, you can help me, but it’s got nothing to do with buying clothes. She could have been in her thirties but possibly younger. Her shoulder-length hair was straight; with the sheen of mink, it rippled like mercury when she moved. Even white teeth contrasted against her red glossy lipstick and her smooth oriental skin. Jen’s eyes sparkled, revealing glimpses of an inner passion; her eyebrows were thick and dark and perfectly shaped. Her body was curvy in all the right places; well feed but not fat, Tad estimated that she was a full C cup. (more…)