A Woman's Worth

Fate is what takes you down that road you ever so often avoid taking. Sometimes the slightest thing changes the directions of your life, the merest breath of a circumstance, a random moment.

I am a man who plans every step that he takes. I would like to see where I am going and how I am going to get there. Some say live life on a daily basis; I say there is no room for surprises and unexpected things.

I have always believed, and I still believe, that whatever good or bad fortune may come our way, we can always give it meaning and transform it into something of value.

My question hereby begs, what value does a woman have? Now the first thought that does spring to mind is going back to that perky blonde. A woman’s value lies in the degrees of pleasure that she can render you speechless. But I have to move my focus to what I am trying to achieve, which is to hire the best Marketing Director that I can find. I need to ask that question, what value lies in a woman?

Now, I have a long slender brunette, wearing red that covers her curves with perfect precision, she has the deepest piercing eyes, and she is towering me in all her splendor. The first thought that does come to mind is, is this woman even qualified. She can qualify her for several other uses, but I cannot seem to place her in my department. Yet, I do owe here a fair chance, so I shall entertain this interview; keeping it rather brief as possible for the woman is rather distracting.

Very politely, with my utmost best attempt not to stare at her cleavage, I offer her to take a seat opposite me. Yet, I need to be civilized and shake her hand, now do it truly wish…well it is rather too late, a spark of electricity shoots to every inch of my body, making room for a rather pressing matter that requires some adjusting.

Being completely flustered and blown out of my mind at her perfection, I compose myself and attempt for the second time, “Miss?”

“Miss Winters, Mekayla Winters.”

“Miss Winters, thank you for taking your time to accommodate this interview. Now I am going to be quite blunt.”

With only but a slight frown, she nods under a soft-spoken voice, “What seems to be the problem?”

“No problem Miss Winters, I cannot see how you are fit for this job. So please can you tell me why I should consider your application?”

She softly clears her voice, and as those deep cherry lips start to part to form her words, I am completely mesmerized. The restraint that I felt only but a few moments ago tear at the seams and snaps.

And then, with what seems to be the slowest of motion, I find myself rising from my seat. With long elegant strides, I make my way around the table and take a seat next to her. With hands that are slightly trembling, I whisper in her ear.

“I am going to kiss you.”

With a slight pull of her hair, I bend her head backward, giving me easy access to her lips. My warm breath lingers just for a second; I feel that I cannot breathe, I cannot move, my entire body stiffening.

I stare deep into her deep brown eyes; I cannot fight against the thoughts that she has running through my mind. I totally come undone as she floods all my senses. My heart is beating so loud; it feels like I am going to explode.

My hand drifts to her hips and settles there for a minute before I pull her closer into me. She inhales sharply and gasps as I lift her onto my lap. She locks her arms around my neck and runs her fingers through my hair. I begin to nuzzle her neck with soft kisses, so soft they felt like whispers. Her lips come closer to mine, and our breaths mingle. My heart flutter inside my chest.

She looks down at my slightly parted lips. We both lean into each other in slow motion, never breaking eye contact once. Then we begin to close the gap even more than before. With each wink, each breath I take, I move my lips closer and closer to hers.

Then…

“Mr. Caruso. Mr. Caruso.”

I am snapped back to reality; with short, stuttering breaths; I focus my attention on whatever it was that she was saying. “Excuse me, Miss. Winters, I just have a lot on my mind.”

“What I was saying, Mr. Caruso, if you take a look at my file, you will see that I am more than qualified.”

Well, it is that very damn file that I could not find the moment she made her appearance in my doorway. So I only but open the first file I can find and nod my head in agreement. I only but pray that she does not feel the need to ask me anything that is supposed to be written in here because I will fucking die. She already has my body out of control, don’t render me an idiot as well.

After staring at my sales figures for the last month, giving her the whole idea that her qualification looks just as good as last month’s sales, I lift a rather flustered face to meet those eyes. I can get lost in them for hours while she is taking me to sweet moments of pure ecstasy.

But I am losing focus again; it is incredibly hard to keep myself together in her presence, “Miss Winters, I think I have seen what I needed to. Janice will let you know by the end of the day.”

Then she rises from her seat and reaches that soft hand towards mine again; the only thing that runs through my mind “Don’t do it…Don’t do it.” But I am a total contributor to my own agonizing pain; as my fingers envelop her hand in a gentle touch, my fucking body seems to turn to a complete mess.

So as I watch her sway that ass, ever so slow and tormenting in that goddamn tight red dress, I feel the urge to call her back. She might not get the job, but god, she can satisfy every bit of my body that is craving her right now.

After having to take a deep breath of fresh air as I step out onto my balcony, I can see the little red speck as it makes its way across the road. No woman has ever rendered my body helpless. She could honestly take me and do whatever she pleased. Well, perhaps not, but I would still love to have those slender legs locked around my waist.

Then, next, it is Janice, buzzing me again, but just as I am about to take a seat behind my desk, I see a small red purse lying on the floor next to where Miss Winters was sitting only a moment ago. But before I can get Janice to get her on the line, my next interview enters…thank god; it is a man.

And it is one man after the other that I interview for the rest of the day, but not once does the woman in the red dress leave my thoughts. She is strolling and leaving her path through the corners of my mind, a path that drenches my body in seven sensations of pleasure.

With each ticking hour, with each interview, the day drags to an end; it is after careful consideration that I have come to a decision. But before I get Janice to make the call, I settle down for the first time today; I stare at the red purse which is lying on the corner of my table. Should I give it to Janice to return, or should I be the one to make the call? Now I am not a man that wishes to come across as desperate, but I would love to see her just for one more time again.

So I walk over to the bar and pour myself two straight shots of whiskey; I drop in three blocks of ice and head back to my desk. I spin around in my chair and stare out the window where the sun is just about to set. After another shot of whiskey, I reach for the phone, and I pick up the receiver.

“Janice…”

After throwing back my final shot, I look up at the clock on the wall; grabbing my jacket, I fling it over my shoulder and head out the door.