The secretary meet the fire-haired beast

Virginia collapses with her bulk into her office chair. Sweat is running down her face, but she's happy that Eva hasn't arrived yet, as she has time to compose herself, drying with a handkerchief and touching up her makeup in her little mirror. What she sees she doesn't like. Although behind her fattened face there are traces of beauty, the wrinkles and marks of life take away any possibility that anyone will say she is beautiful. The ugly nose, almost shaped like a pig, does not help her appearance at all, which with the lard that covers her body and face gives her the appearance of a human pig. The jowls of fat she's acquired since she was abandoned by the father of her children give her an almost grotesque appearance.

That's why she takes great care in makeup and clothes - the best that her meager income allows. This is also a product of the almost infernal demands that the boss makes in terms of dress and behavior. However, also because of these demands, and perhaps also because of the shame with her body, the clothes are extremely conservative, with no room for low-cut necklines or skirts, as happens with other secretaries in the company. But President Eva likes this, because by the contrast it further enhances her own beauty.

Virgina's loneliness is so old and enduring that she no longer sees herself as a person who can be sensual, and her sex life is left behind, dedicated solely and exclusively to Sarah and Edward. Now entering menopause, and because of her lack of sexual excitement for so long, her vagina is drier than the Gobi Desert. But a date will change this...

Encounter that starts with a fright, due to the unexpected appearance. Virginia was concentrating on looking at the boss's schedule for the day, when a pair of gorgeous men's shoes appeared, without making a sound. Not even the cane that came with it, with a silver knob bearing the image of a bull. Startled, she jumps back in her chair, making all the fat on her body shiver like a shock wave.

"I'm sorry, I would like to apologize for the scare, ma'am...". With a husky but sensual voice, mixing a half Irish, half English but totally charming accent. He speaks as he extends his hand to the woman.

She takes a closer look at the man in front of her, her eyes moving up his legs, seeing his toned torso. He wears a very expensive suit, which has to be made for him by a very expensive tailor, probably Italian, as it looks perfect on his body, showing every one of his many perfect muscles.

"It is-is Miss-miss Vir-vir-ginia Porkwish. It's alright, there's no need to apologize, sir…?". She stutters, one of the reflections of the changes she feels as she touches this man's warming hand. Virginia felt a heat that emanates from his hand and spreads throughout her body, relaxing her muscles, giving her a heat, but a heat different from a fever, a heat of excitement, sexual. And as if a deluge had invaded her arid cave, she began to feel a dampness welling up from inside her vagina, even trickling down her legs, which became wobbly.

"Sir Sam O'Seud."

When her gaze reaches his face, what she sees is the most handsome man she's ever seen: a white face, but with a certain reddened red, with bristly red hair and eyes. What eyes. Blue eyes like a wild sea, which instead of staring, seems to draw you inside. Whoever sees it feels like sinking into the damp interior of a lost corner of a romantic sea. She could drown in that moment, be dragged to the bottom, and never come back.

"An immense pleasure to meet you, Miss Porkwish" - and it sounds like a pleasure was underscored by your tone - "but unfortunately I'm not here to meet you. I came to see Dr. Eva Lilith."

Recomposing herself, the secretary returns to professional mode: "Of course, sir O'Seud. I was seeing exactly your appointment, but it's only for 9am. You arrived a little early. Dr. Eva Lilith is not here yet."

"Is that her office?"

"Yes."

"Thank you very much. Excuse me." And he enters the cabinet and installs himself in it.

This would normally upset the secretary, as she knows how much it infuriates the boss for someone to walk into her office when she's not there. But this time it's different. His determined posture, of someone who takes what she wants, regardless of other people's will, doesn't bother her. Excites her. She is left thinking how wonderful it would be if he wanted her. And more humidity invades the ancient desert.