Sexy Receptionist Novels & Stories

I make my way to the reception desk, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor echoing in the vast space. “Good morning,” I greet the receptionist with a smile. “I’m here to see the chairwoman.” The receptionist, a young woman with a sleek bob and perfectly applied makeup, smiles back at me. “Good morning, Ms. Scott. The chairwoman is in a meeting at the moment, but you can wait in her office if you’d like. I’ll let her know you’re here as soon as she’s available.”

The moment we stepped inside, a tall blonde receptionist with glossy lips and a suspiciously tight blouse beamed at Maxine. “Bonjour, monsieur,” she said with a sultry tilt of her voice, and licked her lower lip as she gazed longingly at Maxine. She completely ignored me. “Welcome back.” Welcome back? This must be a regular place for him. I wondered if she always did that each time Maxine was here. My eyes narrowed. Maxine gave her a polite smile, ignoring the flirtation. “Room for two. Under Maxine Drevik.” The receptionist leaned in a little too far over the desk. “Of course. It’s always a pleasure to see you, Maxine.” She batted her lashes, tapping into the computer slowly, like she wante

She was exuding wealth, power and influence like a second skin. The receptionist was a young woman with perfectly straightened blonde hair and a headset still clinging to her ear, who nearly knocked over a stack of files as she rushed to the front desk. “H-Hello, ma’am! Welcome to Vellaro Models! How can we assist you today?” Her voice wavered slightly, betraying the nerves she tried to suppress. Scarlett didn’t spare her a glance. “I’d like to speak with your CEO.” The receptionist hesitated for a fraction of a second too long. “O-of course! Please, have a seat, and I’ll call her right away!”

“What's going on here?” a cold voice was heard, and Alice momentarily stiffened. She watched as the receptionist pushed up her breast and pulled her top lower, and that was if it could get any lower than it was. “Good morning, Mr. Justin”, the receptionist greeted while hooking her hair behind her ear. To others, it was an act of seduction which any man couldn't resist, but to Alice, she looked like a hairless chicken. Meanwhile, Justin grunted to the receptionist's greeting in reply.

Leaving nothing but a desk, a canter, a waiting place by the side and a relatively empty space immediately after. “Mr. Chase,” the receptionist got up on her feet at the sight of Jordan and smiled sheepishly. She was a beautiful fair skin lady with the perfect body to be a model. She had the look, their skinniness and a perfect face that would certainly attract any man who looked at her. And her blonde fringe only made her look too exquisite.

All her pleas for him to let her go failed on deaf eyes. ***** The receptionist scanned Selena from her head to her feet. The black gloss the receptionist had on made her look as if she just stepped out of hell. Her look was not friendly and Selena has to search her memory if the receptionist has met her before or she is just being mean with her looks. Her stare stopped in front of Selena's chest, the woman eyed her up and down. Her smile was tight as she spoke. "Can I help you Miss?" "Yeah, I'm here to meet someone." Selena replied, trying not to sound impatient.

As she approached the reception desk, the receptionist, a young woman with bright eyes and a flawless smile, looked up, her gaze lingering on Maite for a moment before she spoke. "Good morning," the receptionist greeted her, her voice tinged with a hint of awe. "Can I help you?" "Good morning," Maite replied, her voice warm and confident. "I have a meeting with Mr. Hilaire." The receptionist's smile widened as she reached for a small notepad. "Of course, Maite," she said. "Please have a seat. I'll let him know you're here." Maite nodded gracefully, her confidence radiating outwards. She settled into a plush armchair, taking a moment to observe the bustling scene around her. The lobby was fil

Jack had booked an appointment for him to make it easier. The receptionist checked on her laptop before lifting her head, offering him a smile. “This way. He has been expecting you for some minutes now,” she said, leading the way to Jack's office. The secretary was a fine British woman with a beautiful round face, full lips, and a hot body. She had a big ass that was contained by the black corporate skirt she wore.

The waiter led her down a hallway adorned with elegant artwork and chandeliers, eventually stopping in front of a door. With a nod of appreciation, Kaylar went into the private room. Her gaze immediately fell upon the man seated there, the general manager of Black inc, James Johnson. She extended her hand for a handshake, a professional smile on her face. As their hands clasped together, however, Kaylar felt a strange sensation. Mr Johnson's hand lingered longer than necessary, his finger softly caressing the back of her hand in an unexpectedly sensual manner. Her creased brows were a reflection of her discomfort, but she remained composed, not wanting to derail the business talk that needed

Damn him for ruining such a sweet moment for me. Walking out of the elevator, I spotted a few unfamiliar faces in the lobby - three ladies and two men. They glanced at each other and then at me, the men eyeing me up and down before one of the ladies, a blondie, spoke up. “Hey bitch, mind telling me who you are and what your business is here?" she asked, looking at me disdainfully. "I'm the new CEO's secretary, and if you've got a problem with that, you can take it up with him," I replied, crossing my arms over my chest.