Sexy Receptionist Novels & Stories

The only free people to talk to were the receptionists. 'Of course! It is the receptionist', Jace scolded himself. "Welcome to Cold Paradise! How may I help you gentlemen?" The receptionist was a fat woman on her thirties, pale skinned and grey-eyed, just like typical West Water citizen. She was wearing her nicest smile for she knew that Kaizer and Jace were young folks – fresh men to flirt with.

Several employees hurried by, all looking professional and busy. I approached the reception desk in the center of the lobby. A blonde woman with heavy makeup was busy checking her bright red nails. "Excuse me," I said politely. "I'd like to see Mr. Kaelos Harrington for a job interview." The receptionist looked up and sized me up from head to toe with a clearly judgmental gaze. Her smile was fake and condescending. "Oh, another female wolf," she muttered. "Do you have an appointment?" "W-what? No, but—"

"Mom, are you okay?" "Mommy is fine, darling." "But why do Mommy's hands feel cold?" "Maybe it's because Mommy's clothes are thin, and the air conditioner in the car was very cool." Eric did not continue his interrogation. He knew that Sarah was nervous and looked uneasy. "Good afternoon, Mrs. Williams." The receptionist, who was in the office lobby, recognized Sarah as his boss's wife. "Good afternoon, Felly," Sarah replied to the receptionist, whose name tag was Felly.

I smiled back at them. “Good afternoon, ma’am. How can I help you?” One of the receptionist greeted and asked me. “Good afternoon, Miss. I’m looking for Miss Rose. She asked to me bring my resume here for the interview tomorrow.” I said to the receptionist. While looking at the three women I can assure that this company really hired those who are best of the best. This three receptionist are really beautiful. They look like those models in the magazine who just like to work here instead to be a model.

She tentatively asked, "Yes, have you seen him?" The receptionist said with fascination while holding her cheeks, "I saw him. He is really handsome, more handsome than all the stars I have seen. Maybe he is a new star in the company. When will I see him again...? Oh, what a handsome man! And his frosty temperament is so charming!"

the receptionist asked. "My name is Ashley Garcia," Ashley replied. The receptionist quickly typed Ashley's name into the system and said, "Yes, I see your appointment here. Please give me a moment to inform Ms. Hart of your arrival." Ashley nodded, grateful for the receptionist's assistance. As she waited, she looked around the lobby and admired the sleek and modern design of the reception area. The walls were adorned with framed pictures of the company's latest products, and the floors were polished to a mirror-like shine.

she asked politely, hoping to draw the receptionist's attention away from her computer screen. The receptionist looked up, her expression polite but slightly distant. "Oh, hello. Good day, ma'am. How may I help you? Are you looking to book a VIP room, or..." Before she could finish her sentence, Cassie interrupted. Cassie's eyes bore into the receptionist's, her resolve evident in every word she spoke. "I'm not here to book a room," she said firmly, cutting off the receptionist's inquiry. The receptionist glanced up, her expression professional but curious. "Good day, ma'am. How may I assist you?" she asked politely, her demeanor calm yet attentive.

Not wanting to feel too out of place by my open ogling, I headed straight to the reception table. The receptionist was a beautiful brunette, her makeup was perfectly done, with not a strand of hair out of place, but her shirt had one too many buttons undone, exposing her tits that didn’t look so natural. “Uhmm, hi,” I started, drawing her attention. “How may I help you?” She asked, not sparing me a glance. “I’m here to see Chase.” As soon as the name was out of my lips, the receptionist stopped what she was doing, and looked at me with stern eyes.

The office was a stark contrast to the cold, gothic grandeur of the mansion, all gleaming glass and chrome, a bastion of modernity amidst the ancient games of power and desire. I took a deep breath and walked through the doors, the cool air-conditioning a welcome relief from the heat outside. The receptionist, a sleek brunette named Ms. Castellanos, looked up from her desk and gave me a knowing smile. "Mr. Harrison is expecting you," she purred, her voice a velvet caress that sent a shiver down my spine. I nodded, my legs shaking slightly as I made my way to the elevator.

She was stopped by the receptionist immediately after she entered. "Hello. What do you want." The receptionist didn't mind sounding rude to her. Her eyes scanned Ava from head to toe Ava didn't fail to notice the rudeness in the receptionist's voice but she ignored it instead. She flashed the receptionist a smile. "I am the boss's new secretary." She said with a big smile on her face. The receptionist's eyes turn cold instantly.