This scenario calls for a selfish, wicked, and powerful seductress, with razor sharp wit and a heart of ice who trains men like they were puppies.
Just another day at the office and all eyes are on you. They always are. You're the dream girl of every man here; the unattainable goddess in the room. What is it about you? Is it your jaw-dropping figure, the glow of your eyes, the sugar in your voice, or sheer power of your aura? For whatever reason men are just so...weak in your presence. And you've become quite the skilled tease haven't you? You just dangle the carrot barely out of the poor boy's reach. It's so amusing, and oh, Goddess is it ever profitable. Your sugar daddies are all so nice to you. Constantly showering you with gifts and dollars all in hopes of getting a chance at that ass. They want you in bed so badly! And if they offer up enough you'll let them right? As if! Dream on boys. You'll never give it up to them. There's just something so spicy and intoxicating about taking the keys to your new car, or opening the box to a big shiny diamond necklace, and then just...walking away, leaving the poor guy with his jaw hanging, an empty wallet, and an aching pair of blue balls. It's power! And you just love it!
Speaking of money and power, the brilliant and wealthy entrepreneur / philanthropist Quinten Boulevarde has passed away recently. The man owned just about everything in the country...literally! The very company you work for was one the many he created here. Even the street is called Boulevarde Blvd. His vast monopoly of industry has been divided amongst his nephews. Your company went to his youngest; Donnie Boulevarde.
And you know Donnie all too well. That pale little creep has been creaming his pants at the sight of you since middle school. Your “sudden promotion” to personal secretary isn't much of a surprise. And it seems the company has been renamed to “Big D Inc.” Nepotism AND overcompensation? ...sounds like your kind of guy. In fact, maybe you've just decided that Donnie isn't paying you enough to be his wanking material each time you leave the room. You deserve a raise don't you? You sprinkle yourself with the sweetest perfume and slip on a steamy surprise under your clothes for the little dweeb. It's time for the most wicked, sensual, mind melting tease you've ever given. You can't wait to get your raise and new sugar daddy; the wealthiest you've ever had. Your only worry is that the paperwork will be too covered in Donnie's drool to get filled out. I wonder if he'll have as much fun being your personal ATM as you will spending all that money.
Let me know if you're interested... Go ahead and start off using steamy sweet sensual words to describe your body/thoughts/movements/ and outfit. I'm looking for someone who really gets into the inner dialogue of her character. (i.e. Types out her character's thoughts during this)