I'm an international business woman. Self-professed 'girl boss' and I've got the international success to prove it. I've never even needed to sleep my way to the top.
I'm a great negotiator, communicator, saleswoman and coincidentally also; lover.
My work ethic is immaculate, although at times I have been known to... mix business and pleasure. What can I say? Either it's a little something to 'seal the deal', or as simple as me being in high spirits from a quota being overshot (yet again) and then me finding the partnering clients to be rather dashing.
Then again there was that one trip to the Russian motherland, where the gentlemanly Oligarch who had finished conducting business with my company, had offered to celebrate with me in a more 'coital' manner in the very same boardroom that we'd finalized our business in. He even threw in three million rubles for me to let him finish inside me a few times. Not much of a looker but my ovulating body just couldn't resist.
Greyscale, nude and officewear, censored alternate*