That went so well that I thought I’d leave the office for next few hours, and see who I might be able to corrupt with the offer of cash. Everyone, I was quite sure has their price. Exiting my office, I told Ms. Taylor, my slim, attractive, twenty something secretary with the wavy red hair and 36C or so breasts that I’d be out for the next few hours.
“Yes, sir.” Said, looking over the top of her glasses as I passed.
“Don’t forget about your three o’ clock meeting with Ms. Sakamoto from Gensoft.”
“Thank you, Amy.” I said as I pushed through the glass doors of my building, and walked to my limo. Gerhard, my driver opened the door, and I climbed into the back. Once he got behind the wheel, I pushed the button for the intercom, and gave him his orders.
“Let’s head downtown. Drive through the old section of town. Alright, Gerhard?’
“Ja.” My Teutonic driver replied, and within ten minutes we were cruising down the wide boulevards with stately Victorian houses on either side of the street. Tall oaks provided an umbrella of shade, and I watched young college girls from the private college blocks away jogging down the sidewalk, their breasts bouncing with each step, their hair tossing in the wind. “Too easy.” I thought to myself.
Then I spotted the older wealthy women, self made attorneys, doctors, professional women on their way to, or from work. Dressed in suits and skirts, wearing slingback heels on their feet. These were the definition of Milfs. Perhaps a bit later, I considered. I wanted more of a challenge to begin with. Who was beyond corrupting?
Then I saw it. I saw where I would find my challenge. The church, more specifically, St. Harold’s Catholic Church. There was a high school adjoining the church, and next to that a small convent where most of the sisters who taught at the school lived. It was perfect challenge, if I could find a perfect subject. It had been a long time since I had seen a nun that I thought looked sexy. Not since I was a kid. But, I was on the hunt, and I had Gerhard park the car, and watched the comings and goings around the church for about a quarter hour or so.
I was pleased to see that most of the sisters I saw walking the grounds were dressed in the old fashioned black and white habit and dress. While not sexy on a sixty five year old battle ax, it would on a naive twenty year old. The black garment was tied with a sash at the waist, and fell to the ankles. Most of the nuns wore utilitarian shoes of some sort that were black to match their clothing, although he did see one women who seemed to be wear three inch pumps.
I’d just about given up hope of seeing a prospect, when I heard a cascade of girlish laughter. Shifting my eyes towards its source, I thought for certain it would be female students. But, instead what I saw was two of the sisters walking side by side in conversation. Both of them were prime candidates. Young and pretty, the two walked down the sidewalk from the school, towards the church. The nun on the left was tall, with bright, blue eyes, and from under her habit, I saw wheat colored blonde hair poking out. Her cloak was loose fitting, but not enough to totally disguise her figure. I could see that she had sexy hips, a trim waist and pert breasts. Next to her, was a petite Asian woman. She was wearing black, plastic framed glasses, and as she smiled, her cheeks hit the bottom of the frames her hips swayed back and forth as she walked towards the church, and as she walked down the sidewalk her shoes clacked on the concrete. In a bit of personal vanity, she had three inch pumps on her feet.
I leapt out of the car, and sprinted across the street towards them, thinking of what I would say, of how I might approach them. I nearly reached the sidewalk, when the open the door to the church, and walked inside. I paused outside, and straightened my tie. I knew what I’d say; my only decision was whether to approach them both at the same time or just one of the two.
|