Corporate seductress

You wanted to be done with high school, done with having to work for things. And with your new look and personality work was definitely something you no longer needed to do. You wanted to be able to just sit back and have things come to you. You wanted people to hand you things on a silver platter. And as of now, that is exactly how your world worked.

You sat at the board room table of your latest acquisition, it was always so easy for you that you were kind of surprised more women didn't do it. Of course, they didn't exactly share your qualifications for the job you now did - taking over businesses and assuming sole ownership of them. The qualifications you had didn't include any sort of business knowledge - you didn't really have any, other than just enough to ensure you knew how to identify a successful corporation. You didn't have money you were bringing in to the company to support your acquisition either, that wasn't the qualification you possessed. You did have plenty of money, but you weren't about to waste it getting someone to sell your business or investing in their business for a share of the profits. You wanted all the profits.

Your qualifications were that you were incredibly sexy. You knew how to dress and move to emphasize that point. You knew how to make men and women alike feel small and insignificant before you even as they felt aroused and intoxicated by you. On this acquisition you hadn't even had to do any advance work. You literally walked into the board room and took the head spot at the table. When someone started to question you, you would look in their direction, and give a slow lick of your lips. They would instantly fall silent as they were overcome by your sheer sexual power. Once the room was fully silent and focused on you, you began to inform them how they would all sign over ownership of the company to you. They would arrange a shareholders meeting where the rest of the shareholders would do the same. And they would do all this because they worshipped you. It took little more than a few minutes to make every single one of them overwhelmed with the desire to please you. You were the embodiment of power and sex and they were completely enthralled by you.

You couldn't help thinking that it would be nice to have a challenge every once in a while. Perhaps you needed a rival - the thought of another woman as hot and dominant as you were also turned you on a bit. This gun you'd come across could probably give you that. Or you could use it to create some other stereotype like a sexy, devoted assistant? Or maybe it would be fun to have a sexy, challenging step daughter?