Time to seduce your way to the top

"Mr. Morrison will see you now." You put down the magazine and smile at the secretary, picking up your backpack. She was pretty enough. Thin, with straight blonde hair. She looked to be maybe mid-thirties. Plain, just like everything else in this town. Well, your mistress will change that soon, if your plans work.

"Thank you," you nod as you pass the woman, noting her name on her desk placard, "Tina."

Moving down the red-carpeted hall, with its ornate art on the walls and gold crown molding, you can't help but appreciate how well-suited this place would be to Mistress. Perhaps it truly was designed that way, knowing what you now know of Ravenport's history. You knock on the ornate door at the end of the hall.

"Come in." The clear, professional, masculine voice and the double-meaning of the phrase make you smile.

Your smile widens as you take in his eyes widening at your choice of outfit. He composes himself quickly, to his credit, though you do still have the sweater hiding your cleavage for now.

"Thank you SO much for seeing me today, Mr. Morrison," you purr shaking his hand and delighting in his gasp he couldn't quite suppress as you remove your sweater and sit down. He definitely saw your tits, you chuckle inwardly.

"Ah, it's my pleasure," he clears his throat nervously. "What can I do for you? Tina said you had a project?"

"Mmm yeah I am working on something." You reach down and zip open your bag, making sure to press your arms together to present your delicious breasts to his eyes as you do. You slowly rise, removing a notebook from the backpack, noting his eyes quickly dart back to make eye contact with yours.

"I was wondering if you could actually tell me a little about what you do as mayor during Founder Week and what role this building itself plays in events like this."

As he launches into an explanation, clearly relieved to have something to do other than trying his best not to look at your virus-kissed curves, you hardly pay attention, simply scribbling onto your notepad. Instead, you surreptitiously spread your legs, allowing the pheromones from your soaked pussy to really begin permeating the room. Moving your notebook into your lap, you reach under it to play with your wet cunt in earnest. After a few minutes of idle nods or small questions to keep him talking, his face is noticeably red and he is shifting in his seat. It's time.