Erotic Capital

Using every asset I have in my locker to open doors and close deals. Just don’t tell HR.

My name’s Tanya, a single, 5’8” brunette with hazel-green eyes, a curvaceous figure, long legs, and a 34DD bust. I’ve always known the game was rigged in ways they don’t teach at university. I had the brains and work ethic. But what actually opens doors and closes deals in the world of business is far more primal.

Erotic capital.

I cultivated it. Sharpened it, and deployed it without apology.

Tailored blouses, tight pencil skirts, glossy, high heels, and sheer black stockings with thick lace tops, and garter straps that I made sure were visible before deliberately crossing my legs in meetings. I learned how to smile effectively, hold eye contact, and drop my voice at key moments, making powerful men lean in and listen to me.

It worked along side my intellect. Promotions came faster and invitations to important deals multiplied. But the real career leap happened when I was twenty-seven.

I’d been working on a massive infrastructure deal for months. The client was a guy named Roger, a sixty-two year old chairman of a privately held investment group. Old money. Old ego. Decisive. My male colleague’s had already been brushed off, so I was brought in to try and close the deal.

After three long meetings, Roger asked everyone to leave the boardroom except for me. Once we were alone, he complimented my business acumen, my passion and persuasive skills, the way I carried myself… and then my ‘beauty and ravishing figure’. I didn’t play coy. I held his gaze as I flicked my long, brown hair behind my shoulder.

“I believe in using every asset I have, Roger. Don’t you?” I flirted.

“I couldn’t agree more, Tanya,” he smirked knowingly, leaning back in his leather chair, unzipping his trousers.

It was the very first time I used my body to directly advance my career. As I got down on my knees, Roger pulled out his thick, veiny cock, which smelled of power, and looked up at him, maintaining eye contact as I took him into my mouth to seal the deal.

Slow and teasing, licking the sensitive underside, I swirled my tongue around the head, tasting his salty pre-cum before taking him deeper. I relaxed my throat as I bobbed my head, using one hand to stroke the base while the other gently cupped his old, hairy balls. He groaned and put his hand on my head.

“You’ll go far in this game, Tanya,” he breathed, as I worked him skilfully with genuine enthusiasm.

I wasn’t just sucking his cock, I was sucking his ego, so I made sure he felt like the most desirable man in the city, and took him to the back of my throat until my eyes watered. Every time he praised me, I felt my own rush of power. It wasn’t submission. It was leverage. Plus he had a lovely fat cock.

When he started getting close, his grip tightened in my hair. I didn’t pull away. I looked straight up at him with smoky eyes, my red lips stretched around his cock, and moaned encouragingly. I was ready to swallow every drop, but Roger wasn’t satisfied with just a blowjob. Oh no, he wanted much more.

Roger stood, pulling me up with him as his trousers fell down his legs. He then spun me around and pushed me forward over the boardroom desk. With my hands flat on the surface, complying, he shimmied my tight pencil skirt up roughly over my hips, exposing the lace tops of my stockings and the bare, pale skin above them.

“I’m going to miss all of this fun when I eventually retire,” he growled, running a hand up the back of my leg and over my ass. His fingers traced the garter straps before he yanked my panties aside and began to rub my pussy.

“Ohhhh…” I exhaled, spreading my feet a little wider, showing him I needed it.

“Mmm, perfect,” he groaned, sinking two fingers inside me.

I moaned over the desk, swaying back and forth slightly as I took his fingers deep. We exchanged one or two carnal words, then Roger positioned himself behind me. I felt the thick head of his old cock pressing against my already soaked, young in comparison pussy.

“Where does the lady like her men to finish?” he asked, slowly thrusting inside me… one long, stretching stroke, burying himself balls-deep.

I gasped sharply at being completely filled. Stuffed actually. “You can cum inside me,” I panted, pushing back.

“Good girl, Tanya,” he breathed, giving me only a second to adjust before he started fucking me with deep strokes.

The huge desk moved with every thrust. My large breasts restrained but still bouncing inside my bra and against my blouse. It felt so raw and dirty, I knew it wouldn’t last very long.

“Fuck, you feel so wet and tight,” he groaned, one hand fisting my long hair while the other gripped my hip hard enough to leave marks. The lace of my garters pulled tight against my thighs as he drove into me again and again.

I pushed back harder against him, meeting his urgent thrusts while moaning without shame. The angle was perfect. The powerful old man hit the spot every time, making me climax hard and fast. I had to work hard not to scream out in ecstasy, though everybody probably knew what was happening inside Roger’s boardroom.

“Ohhh, fuck! Here it comes, Tanya!”

“Yes! Give it to me! Fill me with cum!”

“Mmm. You naughty office slut!”

Bent over a chairman’s desk in high heels, skirt around my waist, panties aside, stockings and garters still in place, Roger buried himself deep, grunting, and pulsed inside my pussy as he filled me with thick, hot spurts. I moaned playfully at him over my shoulder, clenching my walls around him until he was utterly spent.

“I look forward to working with you, Tanya,” he breathed heavily, pulling out. I grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the desk to catch his load.

“Likewise,” I nodded, wiping myself clean as best as I could, but there was so much that some of it ran out of me onto the floor, and down my leg to meet the lace top stockings. “It has been a pleasure doing business with you, Roger,” I said with a cheeky grin.

“I’ll say,” he chuckled, lightly spanking my buttocks. “You should come work for me as my very personal assistant.”

“You couldn’t afford me,” I joked.

The following week, I received my first major bonus and was assigned to the team on the biggest deal the company had that year. I’d learned the true value of erotic capital. A blowjob in a clients boardroom followed by getting bent over his desk wasn’t degrading, it was an investment. One that paid dividends. But it was only just the beginning of how I’d use my body.

From then on, I never looked back. My smile and garters became my signature, my greatest weapon when dealing with men who already had everything. I rose faster than almost anyone around me, not just because of who I fucked, but because I understood exactly how much value my sexuality added to my intellect and ambition. And I don’t regret it one bit.