Joan walked into the real estate office, her new job. Her heels clicked on the hardwood floor as she walked seductively to her workstation. Everyone went quiet. They knew that Joan would be a strong competitor in their office, with her beauty and charm, not to mention her seductive personality. Everything about Joan spoke of confidence.
Several realtors came over to her desk, welcoming Joan to the company. They offered to help her get familiar with the office and how it functioned. Joan felt they were checking her out. She thanked them for offering their assistance as she made herself comfortable in her workspace. She emptied the contents of her briefcase onto her desk, arranging everything just right, giving her fellow realtors views of her sexy body they so desired. Joan knew this would be an interesting and exciting job in all ways.
Joan was getting comfortable in her new work setting when her phone rang. The supervisor was on the phone asking her to come to his office as he wanted to go over some items to help her in her job as a realtor. Joan walked with confidence and swag to the supervisor's office, her heels clicking loudly on the floor. The supervisor motioned for her to enter.
He spoke, "Joan, we need to put you out there so customers looking for a good realtor will notice you. As you know, this is a very competitive business. You want to stand out as both professional and knowledgeable in the real estate world. We will start with a good photographer and writer who will highlight your assets and knowledge. We will take this information along with your picture and feature you in our newspaper advertisement, running this week. Your business cards will also be created with your attractive picture, all in gloss. I know you will attract lots of clients with our advertisement."
Joan was pleased with the supervisor and all he had proposed to give her a start in the real estate business. She stood up with a big smile, leaning over his desk with her hand extended, giving him a great view of her assets as their hand met in a warm handshake. The supervisor had a big smile and a twinkle of lust in his eyes as he slowly released Joan's hand.
Joan turned to leave, bending down to pick up her briefcase, her backside in full view of the supervisor. He thanked her again as she left his office and strode back to her desk. She wanted to get the information ready for the interview. She went to the lady's room to freshen up for the pictures. Joan knew how important these photos would be in making her successful in this business.
Within a week, Joan was receiving a multitude of calls to represent clients who either wanted a new home or to sell theirs. The phone was ringing off the hook. Joan went out on calls alone and always came back with the listing. The other realtors in the office were envious, but the supervisor was pleased she was getting so many listings. The advertisement in the local newspaper was the talk of the office.
Joan was not overly concerned about her safety as she knew the area. If she felt any concern when a prospective client called she would pass the call to one of the other associates. Joan knew what she was looking for, and she loved the attention she was getting from the clients. She wanted more. Attention was warming to her body, but she needed to satisfy her growing sexual needs. Joan decided to test the water with the next clients she met who were looking to sell their home.
Joan received a call, the very first thing Monday morning, from a couple wanting to sell their home. The call went well. They seemed very interested in Joan representing them. She set up an appointment with them for that afternoon. Joan was dressed provocatively, wearing a short dress with thigh-high nylons and heels. Joan had a positive feeling about these clients from the phone conversation. She wanted to look her seductive best.
Joan arrived at their home. What a beautiful southern country home, quite impressive. She approached the front door, a fresh breeze was blowing her dress tightly to her seductive body. A gentleman greeted her at the door. Joan swore he almost fell over when he saw her. He could hardly talk. His wife joined him by his side. Both were attractive adults in their prime years. Hi Joan, I am Dave and this is my wife Jill. Neither one looked upset to see her dressed so seductively.
"Come on in Joan, before you catch a cold. Let us show you our home. Let's start in the kitchen with a drink and get to know each other." Joan agreed as she was led into the warm beautiful home. Jill took Joan's hand as they walked towards the kitchen. She showed Joan to a stool at the kitchen island, helping her get comfortable.
Joan was joined by his attractive wife on the stool next to her. Dave joined them after making all three drinks. Both sat close to Joan as she felt the heat from their thighs against her leg. Jill spoke, "How long have you been in this business, Joan? You seem knowledgeable and attractive, so you must get a lot of inquiries from couples looking for a home like ours. We only have about ninety days to close on this home, as we are leaving the area. Do you think it's possible to sell our home in that amount of time?"
Joan replied, "I think that is a realistic time frame, depending on the price you are seeking and the condition of your home. Before I make any suggestions, I need to get the feel and attributes of your home. Can you give me a personal tour so I can represent it fairly to my clients?" They smiled warmly and agreed.
Jill took my hand and led me toward the living room, with Dave following us. Everything looked so warm and friendly. There was even a gas fireplace in the living room. We toured the complete downstairs of the home. The home was beautiful, and I told them what I thought. Jill gave me a big hug as Dave caressed my shoulders from behind. I could feel and smell the lust that was flowing through their bodies.
Jill suggested we tour the upstairs, her hand closed in on Joan's, leading her up the winding staircase. Dave was behind us, with an excellent view up my very short dress. Joan knew he could see her bare thighs and red panties, but she made no effort to protect herself or his view. Joan stopped partway up the stairs, sitting on the step, her legs sliding open as she slowly took off her heels. She said, "No point in my falling on the long stairway with these spiked heels. You don't want me to get hurt," Dave agreed. Joan could see a large bulge growing in his pants.