June’s New Sex Kitten, Leyla, Ch. 3

Leyla stood and frantically tugged at the hem of her skirt. All heads in the room turned toward the door as the security guard entered the room.  Hilda’s stern profile quieted the titter immediately. Leyla covered her chest with her arms as Hilda overshadowed her.

Hilda was my favorite member of the security detail; she was point guard for her NCAA college basketball team, and I’d recruited her personally. More than six feet tall, she kept her long blonde hair coiled in a tight braid atop her skull. She was every inch the Valkyrie her name suggested, with ice blue eyes and fair complexion contrasted by her black pantsuit. She covered Leyla’s shoulder with one huge palm and escorted her from the room.

I slipped on an ear pod to kept tabs on their conversation while they walked, patched through to the microphone in Hilda’s lapel. While they took the elevator to ground floor security, I took the stairs to my private monitoring station in a shaded, enclosed cubicle just a few feet from where Leyla would be debriefed.

I listened to Leyla ramble: “Oh my god, I can’t believe that happened. That’s never happened before. You have to believe me. This job means everything to me. I admire everyone that works here so much, especially June, she’s been my hero for years, even since high school. I can’t lose this job, please, can I just call June and apologize right now? I don’t have my phone. Where’s my phone?”

My cubicle afforded me multiple angles to watch their approach to the enclosed security office. Hilda maintained a firm grip on Leyla’s tricep. Leyla had fixed her skirt, but her blouse remained untucked, held in front by a few haphazard buttons she’d managed to secure. She hadn’t retrieved her blazer.

Hilda kept her silence as they entered the empty security office; she shut and locked the door behind her. Leyla was led to a dark corner of the office. Hilda pointed at a low table. “You are to remove every article of clothing and place them in a pile on the table. I will watch you closely, and then I will examine your person. If you are carrying any illegal material, such as drugs, and you attempt to hide or destroy them, you will be terminated and remanded to police custody.”

Leyla’s mouth hung open. She put her hand on the table, as if to keep from toppling over. “You mean I’m not fired now?”

“I cannot speak regarding the HR process for this incident and any future decisions about your status with June Loos Cosmetics. I can only advise regarding my role as security specialist and our security policy as it applies to erratic behavior which is suggestive of drug and/or alcohol intoxication. Rest assured that this will be a professional search. If you would like to surrender your drugs to me now, I can take them from you, but I will still need to examine you.” Hilda removed a pair of extra-large latex gloves from her jacket pocket, shook them out, and began stretching them on.

Leyla shook her head. “I have no drugs on me. I’m certain. Not in my pockets, not in my underwear, not in my pussy and not in my asshole.” I grinned to hear these vulgarities escape her prim mouth. I slipped my hand into my blouse to tease my nipple as I watched. I should have brought popcorn.

“Ma’am, I’ll restate my instructions one more time if you haven’t understood them.” Hilda’s firm mouth didn’t waver by a millimeter; she was truly unflappable. I reminded myself to give her a raise.

Leyla stepped out of her tall high heels and placed them on the table. Without them, she was several inches shorter than Hilda, exacerbating their difference in power. “Do you have a right to do this search, legally?”

Hilda fingered each pump roughly, tapping on the insoles and knocking the toes together to listen for a hidden compartment. “Ma’am, you may review the forms you signed when you accepted the offer of employment at this company if you’d prefer, but I want to get on with this.”

Her blouse was quickly opened and draped across the table. Leyla hesitated, as if deciding whether losing her skirt or her bra would be more humiliating. She chose her bra, and her breasts defied gravity as she surrendered it. Breasts are incredible; even though I see them every day, they’re new each time.

Hilda’s stoic face betrayed a coy grin as she turned the blouse inside out and shook it. “Your husband’s a lucky man.”

“We’re not married yet,” she sighed, taking off her engagement ring and putting it on the table. She unclasped her skirt at the side, releasing a lovely heart shaped ass. I had my skirt hiked to the waist now, running my fingers along my inner thigh. She sat down on a nearby chair to take off her sheer stockings.

“Can I ask you a question, ma’am? Are you pretty good at sucking dick?” Leyla’s eyes widened in shock as she stood, clad only in sensible white panties.

“What was that?”

Hilda stretched the stockings in her powerful hands. “I’ve never done it, myself. I just wonder. You’ve got pretty full lips, but you’re so tiny. I just wonder what kind of guy you could even deep throat. Come on now, get your panties off. I have to search your person now.”

Leyla’s whole body was shivering now as she inched the panties down, revealing a full, dark bush, sculpted. I rubbed my clit through my panties and wondered if she was Italian. She mumbled, “I guess I’m OK at it.” She handed Hilda her panties. Hilda brought them to her nose and sniffed deeply.

“I don’t believe you. Bend your ass over the table and let me check you.” Leyla didn’t move, petrified by Hilda’s lecherous turn.

“Let’s go!” Hilda shouted, slapping a hand on the metal table. Leyla jumped, and flung herself across the table, knocking her clothes and ring to the floor. I switched to the overhead camera to look at her welldefined shoulder muscles and the curve of her neck. And her ass, of course.

Hilda ran one gloved hand down the line of Leyla’s spine, and bent over her. She whispered into Leyla’s trembling ear: “Rascal.”

Read the next chapter, Chapter 4: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/25/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-4/

Previous chapters:

Chapter 1: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/20/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-1/

Chapter 2: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/23/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-2/

June’s New Sex Kitten, Leyla, Ch. 2

Leyla had been with us for a few weeks, and I was pleased to watch her progress. She had integrated well into the team, was exceedingly sharp in her assessments, and gave excellent presentations. Every instance of her radiance and excellence increased my desire to break her, to see her on her knees before me.

On this particular afternoon, she was in my office for a small meeting regarding new markets and expansions. She was explaining to the group that my company must tread lightly when entering a new market which was controlled by our competitors: “I think it’s important to be strategic and deferential to the market. We don’t want to get into a trade war.”

I leaned in, smirked, and offered, “when I see a rose ripe for the plucking, I don’t restrain my hand, Leyla.”

She blushed, and stammered, “you’re right, June, there is an opportunity here. But if we’re seen as predatory, they’ll fight us.”

“I like a fight. I win. It’s my nature. I don’t want peace. I don’t want a settled customer base. I want to conquer and rule an empire. Surely you’re beginning to see my trend, dear?” I arched my eyebrow, and every woman in the room held her breath.

Leyla looked down at her hands, and whispered, “I see, June. Of course.”

I chuckled and dismissed the meeting. The attendees looked at Leyla, who hadn’t lifted her eyes. They slowly withdrew from the room; Leyla remained, frozen, trembling. I walked over to where she was sitting in my now empty office and took the chair next to her. She kept her gaze from me. I took her chin in my hand and raised her eyes to me. “Don’t be frightened, girl, you’ve done nothing wrong.”

She tilted her head to the side and fluttered her eyelashes; I stroked her cheek with the back of my fingers. I could have her now, probably. But I wanted to see her crawl, not take her to dinner.

She was nearly cooing at my ministrations, and I dropped my hand to her knee and gave it a hard squeeze that brought her to attention. “Speak, Leyla, what can I do for you?”

“I’m just so happy you’re not angry with me, June. I can’t bear the idea of disappointing you.” Her open mouth curled into a hopeful smile.

I released her thigh and stood. “We must be bold, and we must not waver in our work. Our products are supreme, and we will take all the customers in the end. It mirrors my beliefs about sex: why fuck one for life when you can fuck them all?”

The tiniest whimper escaped her lips as I strode over to my desk. I poured myself a snifter of whiskey from the decanter. I touched it to my lips, inhaling and allowing the aroma to bathe my mouth and nose. “Would you like one, Leyla?”

She stood and clasped her hands in front of her heaving chest. “I should really get home. My fiancée is cooking dinner tonight, and he says he’s making something special. Last time he did this, I had to cook everything because he got confused in the kitchen. I don’t want to leave him alone in there.”
“Very well, Leyla. You’ll have time for a workout, I hope?” I gave her my most knowing smile, and her alabaster skin flushed a deeper red than I’d seen before.

Her voice squeaked, thrilled and confused. “Maybe!” She gave me a long glance and skittered from the room. I’d have to check the monitors in a few minutes and see if she’d repeat her self-love routine of her first day.

A few weeks later, Leyla was making a presentation to management, a well-crafted slideshow I knew she’d spent several hours on. She was dressed as I liked her: a fashionable, form fitting charcoal blazer over a crisp ivory blouse, open at the neck to hint at her ample cleavage. Her tight skirt hugged the curves of her ass, and her long legs were sheathed by black stockings. She stood on tall black high heels. I watched her strut back and forth as she laid out her points. She concluded and took questions from management.

Marcella, a no-nonsense Hispanic manager, was critical. “Leyla, I know you’re new here, but I’m concerned with how aggressive this approach is. If we run afoul of the regulators, we earn ourselves a heap of trouble.”

Leyla nodded, folding her hands solemnly and knitting her brow. “We’ve been in direct consultation with legal, who has been advising closely to make sure we’re within boundaries. I think …”

Marcella interrupted her. “You think? Listen, our reputation as a responsible company is crucial for our overall sustainability. If we act like a bunch of rascals, we could get shut out of the market.”

Leyla’s eyes went wide. She giggled and rolled her eyes up and down. “Marcella, I didn’t catch the last part of what you said. Could you say that one more time?” She crossed her arms in front of her and felt the sleeves of her jacket.

“Well, I said that the regulators would think we were a bunch of rascals!” Marcella gave her a very concerned look.

“That’s what I thought you said.” She giggled, a high, nasal sound. “I’m just feeling so hot. Is anyone else hot?”

The managers shook their heads. Leyla let her long dark hair down in back of her, and it shimmered as it fell along her neck and shoulders. “I think I hear music. Is that Ginuwine?”

Marcella leaned forward. “Leyla, I think it’s time for you to sit down.”

Leyla slowly shrugged the jacket off her arms, dropping it to the floor. “I don’t want to sit down, Marcella. I want to dance.”

To me, she had never looked more gorgeous than this moment, when she slowly began unbuttoning her shirt, giving the women a fuller glimpse of her ample chest and the modest lace bra beneath. With each flick of her wrist, she’d pause to watch them sigh. She twirled, tousling her hair like a goddess’s headdress. She dipped, alternating knees, opening a button to each beat of the music in her head. The crowd was on the edge of their seats.

After the last button, she thrust her arms back, gaping her ivory blouse and jutting her breasts proudly beneath her brassiere. She rocked her hips back and forth, forcing her tight skirt further and further up her hips.

While I wanted nothing more than to see her bared before me and my company, I wasn’t in the habit of eating my cake before my dinner.

From the head of the table, I quietly intoned “Ruby.” With that, the spell was broken. Leyla froze in place, looking down at her open dress shirt, hiked up skirt, and white panties above her stockings. She jerked to her feet, covered her chest with her arms, and screamed.

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Chapter 1: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/20/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-1/

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Chapter 3: https://hermanshermitage.com/2020/11/24/junes-new-sex-kitten-leyla-ch-3/

Nudity as Archetype

The strangeness of the

Nude form. By undressing, we

Become someone else.

My binary logic:

Nude woman is a gift, nude

Man is a threat. Man

Is ugly, woman

Is beautiful. The way it

Is and will remain.

Leaking nudes without

Consent, a violation,

Worse than a theft. The

Genie, released, the

Damage is done. The tree from

which Eve ate revealed

Her, like how after

Orgasm, you think so clear.

Ham, cursed by his Dad’s

Cock. So it goes. What

We hide from outside is our

Similarity.

Cubs Game

Babe, not here. Can you

Keep your hands to yourself? They

Are going to see

Us. Look. They saw us.

Okay. Okay. That does feel

Really fucking good.

Don’t stop. I don’t give

A shit about the hot dog

Guy. If you stop what

You’re doing before

I come, I will fucking kill

You! Oh my god. Yes.

Alien Abduction

You must believe the

Tale which I will tell you. On

My way to work one

Day, suddenly did

I float skyward. Machines did

Slice my clothes from me,

And I was told that

My survival depended

On my coming. No

Choice was there, and so

With my pussy did I fuck

For all it was worth.

The mind and earth and

Universe shattering joy

Of my orgasm

Changed my outlook and

My life forever. And so,

Dear John, with regret

Do I end our long

Engagement. For if the Moon

Men made me come, you

Could have done it, too.

Now in search of pleasures I

Must go, they await.