Kate’s selfies

As I slide the manila envelope from under Kate's fingers, her self-created perfume envelops me, a delicious and intoxicating blend of exotic fruits, flowers, and the subtle, enticing scent of her own skin—her neck, her chest, and the most intimate place between her legs. The aroma is a potent aphrodisiac, sending my pulse into overdrive and stirring my cock ever so slightly in my pants.

I clear my throat, attempting to mask the effect she's having on me, and carefully extract a small folder from the envelope. As I open it, I'm greeted by a series of photographs that leave me momentarily speechless. The first set is a nude study of Kate from the waist up, her hands strategically placed to conceal her most intimate details. Yet, the image is far from modest. I can see the swell of her breasts, the soft curve of her shoulders, and the delicate line of her collarbone and I can just make out the shadow of her areolas, the faintest hint of her clit visible at the top of her mound. The contrast of her creamy skin against the sharp angles of her fingers creates a visual feast that has my mouth watering and my cock throbbing.

"Oh, uh, Kate. Wow," I manage to stammer, my voice hoarse with desire as I flip to the next set of photographs. These images feature Kate in a bikini that looks like it was painted onto her body, the fabric molding to every curve and contour. The shots are close-up, emphasizing the toned planes of her stomach, the way her breasts spill over the top of the bikini, and the way her nipples harden against the thin material. I can see the outline of her areolas, and the detail of her clit against the fabric of the bikini bottom, the sight of which sends a jolt of electricity straight to my groin.

The final set of photographs is, without a doubt, the most erotic. Kate is wearing a sheer bra and panty set, the fabric so thin that it may as well not be there at all. She has on a garter and thigh-high stockings, the white lace a stark contrast to her perfectly tanned skin. The way the light filters through the sheer material casts her body in a soft, sensual glow, highlighting every curve and shadow. Her breasts are on full display, I can see the slight swell of her pussy lips, her perfect pink clit pressing against the fabric, and the sheen of her arousal glinting in the photographs. It's clear she was turned on as she posed for these shots, her body flushed with desire, and the knowledge sends a wave of heat crashing through me.

I shift in my seat, trying to disguise the growing bulge in my pants, a silent mantra playing in my mind: "Don't get hard, don't get hard." And I don’t, but only just, a slight throb under the fabric of my underwear and slacks, a persistent reminder of the effect she's having on me. My body is betraying me, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks, the sweat beading on my brow.

I look up at Kate, and she meets my gaze with a proud smile, her eyes shining with a mix of excitement and nervousness. "These are interesting," I say, my voice hoarse with desire as I gesture to the photographs spread out on my desk. "You took some great photos of yourself, Kate. But if I were to be hired, I would have to be in control of what the shoots would be. You can still choose the outfits," I gesture to the sets before me on my desk "but I can’t be creatively stifled."

She tilts her head, a confused expression flitting across her face. "Oh, I don’t want to 'hire' you," she says, her voice soft and sultry. "I want you to be my partner." She leans in, her eyes locked on mine, and I can feel the heat radiating from her body. "I already made the product. I want you to create the ad for it, and we're professionally together with it, 50/50, Joe. How does that sound? Do you need time to think about it?" She asks, her arms going up at her sides in a questioning gesture.

I push my chair a little more away from the desk, putting some distance from the edge of the table on my side, but it's no use. I'm already lost in a web of carnal thoughts, imagining Kate and I succumbing to our desires. I know just where to satiate those thoughts. I stop time itself around me, summoning the portal to my void behind her. Her position is frozen, as are my coworkers outside the glass wall of my office. I stand and see the chair is still in its reclined position, frozen in time. I walk to the other side of the desk and wave my hands over her face, intrigued that she has no reaction, now being frozen in time and space. I look at the portal, the black void inviting and exciting, and I smile, knowing that I have the power to explore my desires without restraint.