At work

Hunter strode into his office, feeling full of energy.

"Good morning Mr. Collins!" Toni the receptionist trilled at him as he passed. He returned her smile and got a wicked grin and a toss of her auburn hair in return. He smiled to himself, bemused but happy about the lasting effects of his pheromones.

He also gave brief thanks to the stamina and powers of recuperation that seemed to have come with his new existence. Jess's newly voracious sexuality would have worn him to a cinder a few days ago, not to mention the addition of Lyndsey, but now it seemed to rejuvenate him.

He hung up his jacket and booted his computer, before looking up to see Sally standing in his doorway, biting her lip nervously. She was in a skirt today, the first time Hunter had seen her in anything but jeans, and he took a moment to admire her tanned, athletic legs.

"Can I brink you a coffee Mr. Collins," she asked breathily, her sweet face anxious to please.

"That would be great Sally. I think you know the way I like it."

"Yes sir, I remember very well," she murmured before twitching her rump as she walked away. In a few moments she was back carrying a mug and a cookie on a napkin. She walked around the side of Hunter's desk and placed it in front of him, leaning forward to let her skirt ride up her thighs. He could smell the aroma of her heat, a moist fecund scent of aroused pussy. He slid one hand up the inside of her thigh and felt her shudder, heard the soft whimper of her sudden gasp.

She moved her feet apart to spread her thighs as he caressed her, his fingers climbing up her satin flesh. She wriggled at his touch, looking back at him as he fondled her. She was wearing no panties, and her wet pussy was flowering open, eager for his touch. He indulged himself for a moment, loving the sense of power, and the sound of her whimpering gasps, then pulled his fingers out of her.

"Stand up Sally," he told her. "Thanks for the coffee. I'm sure you have work to do?"

She stood up and looked at him with doe eyes, biting her lip.

"Are you mad at me sir?" she asked with a quaver in her voice.

"Not at all. I just don't have time to indulge myself right now."

"But later sir? Will you have time later?" Her voice was clogged with need, and Hunter smiled at her as he patted her hip.

"I'm sure you can help me later Sally," he smiled. "Run along now." She went reluctantly, looking back over her shoulder at him and wriggling her rump even more than usual.

Smiling to himself, Hunter called up progress reports on the pitch his team was working on and started to read, concentrating to keep his mind on work and not drift into thoughts of wanton women.