My Pregnant Stepsister

My name is Tori Kryselneski, but most of the time, I go by Tori K. because, trust me, I know my last name is a total nightmare.

I worked at Joshua's dad's big company. We designed and did research on new technologies, and I worked at the corporate end. We did business with a ton of major companies, both domestic and international, and ugh, I'm boring myself here. None of that really matters.

All that matters is that Joshua worked with the sales team and handled special projects and hiring, and I'm a glorified secretary.

As it usually did on most slow days, or days when I didn't feel like being productive, my thoughts drifted back to him. To Joshua.

We really couldn't be more different. We were the same age, but we couldn't be more opposite. He was the big success, and that's because of his dad.

But that was about to change.

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### **The Job**

One of the most valuable positions in the company had opened up, and I had put my name in the fray. And that job was an executive assistant. Personal executive assistant to Joshua.

Now, you may wonder why this job would appeal to me, I who proclaimed to not being able to stand perfect Joshua. Why would I want to work for a guy like him?

That requires some explanation. As I mentioned before, I had a bit of a reputation. A reputation that would be offensive if it wasn't completely true. The word was out on me, and everyone seemed to be aware of it.

To put it simply, I was a complete... flirt.

I wasn't ashamed of it. Why should I? I love sex, and I love having a lot of it with a lot of different guys. How dare I pursue the pleasure that is hard-wired in all humans? So yeah, anyway, I was pretty wild, and that meant all that time and money my folks put in to get me through college and get me a good education was wasted. Instead of studying and gaining a good professional skill, I spent most of my time on my back, gaining an extensive knowledge of men. My best talents were in the bedroom, and that would never change. Sex was the one place where I could be truly outstanding.

I graduated with an essentially useless diploma, so I had to find a way to get by professionally. A girl's got to pay the bills, you know? I eventually ended up getting a low-level secretarial job here. And trust me, it was low-level. I am by no means a genius, but doing that work made me feel almost insulted. Is this what the world thought of me? Is this what they thought I was best qualified for? While I wasn't much of a student, I was very ambitious, and after a month or so of this work, I needed more. And I knew just how to do it.

To put it bluntly, I used my many talents to get ahead, and coincidentally, I was promoted. What a shocker! I stayed as a secretary, but I worked for different managers. Slightly more important managers. And slowly, this process continued. My looks kept climbing up the corporate ladder. When I got bored or saw an opportunity, I used my charms, got another job, and added a few thousand to my salary.

It was a pretty sweet arrangement. The work was dull, for sure, and I could do it just fine. But the real game was the corporate game, that maneuvering up the corporate chain. While I wasn't much of a worker, I was very good at that other game. The corporate game. The game of business. I felt like I had a complete understanding of how business was done, but I hadn't had the full opportunity to show off my skills.

Business wasn't about honorable negotiations. Real business was played dirty. I had no illusions about that. No ideals. I knew what motivated people deep down, and I played on that to great success. Business was all about sex, and in that sense, my body was built for business. My rise was equally as meteoric as Joshua's, but not nearly as respectable. He worked in the boardroom; I worked between the sheets.

But unfortunately, this kind of thing could only get me so far. My tricks and flirting made mincemeat of the low-level management, but the upper-level guys weren't nearly so easy to fool. They were obviously a bit more cautious and wary of ambitious little schemers like me. Plus, word had gotten out on me. I don't know how it got out; I'm guessing one of my old bosses aired my dirty laundry.

But then again, it probably didn't take a rocket scientist to figure me out. No matter how progressive some people claim to be, when they take a look at a woman with a body like mine rising up the corporate ladder, they make certain assumptions. In my case, they happened to be true.

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### **My Appearance**

I was far from the girl next door. I wasn't the innocent, sunny type. I have been told I come across as unpleasant and that I have a resting unpleasant face. My lips were plump and curved into a natural sneer. I've been told my eyes seemed combative, as if I was spoiling for a fight. I wasn't afraid to speak my mind, and I had a bit of a dirty mouth. I could swear with the best of them, and I had a short temper. It was hard for me to contain my true feelings about people, and I was often the center of office gossip, some of it true, some made up.

If I wasn't good at what I did, there would literally be no good reason to keep me around. But I was good. I was very good.

It certainly didn't hurt that I was drop-dead gorgeous as well.

I was slim and fit, but not overly so. I wanted to make sure I had curves in all the right places. And I definitely succeeded there. I had firm, thin legs, and I always wore high heels to showcase them. They also highlighted my round, heart-shaped behind. I had a great butt, and I worked very hard for it. It was firm, round, and with just the right amount of bounce. I had learned how to walk to best showcase it, and I made it a point to wear slim, form-fitting clothing, just to make sure that all eyes were on me. I wanted to make sure that my behind was a topic of office conversation every time, and I'm pretty confident my tight, slim skirts got the job done.

My upper half held up its end of the bargain. I had superb breasts, a pair of round, smooth, juicy ones, capped with perfectly-sized, hard nipples. I always found a way to show my chest off, even at work, packing them into tight tops, testing the limits of decency at times. I had been given a few warnings about showing a bit too much cleavage, so I was forced to cover up at times, but once I would get promoted and rise up the ladder, those buttons on my tops would disappear immediately until I was warned again.

I was a complete package. My attractive body, poured into sexy business clothes, which I spent a sizable part of my salary on, by the way. My shiny, brunette hair was chopped stylishly just past my shoulders, and my makeup was always immaculate. I was the perfect embodiment of a corporate flirt.

This fact eventually became apparent to the higher-ups. It probably didn't help that I vigorously posted pictures online of me at the club, partying and drinking, dancing with hot guys, and some women as well. Word got out on me, and people compared notes to the point where it became well known exactly how I ended up in this position, an assistant to an upper-middle manager. There was nothing concrete enough to fire me, but it became clear after a while that I had hit the ceiling, that they weren't going to let a woman like me rise any higher on the ladder.

I was the exact type of person this company didn't need to get to the top.

But I wasn't going to let that stop me from achieving what I want. It would only make my success sweeter. I had interviewed for higher positions many times, but the bosses were always cold and obviously disinterested in me. But I wasn't going to let that discourage me. I kept trying and trying, hoping one of these interviews would work, desperate to continue my meteoric rise.

That brings me back to Joshua.

The job of executive assistant to Joshua was a highly prized position. That job would lead to big things for whoever held it. His last assistant, Maya, had just left for another company, leaving the position open.

A lot of people speculated about why she would choose to leave such a great, cushy job, but... let's just say, I had some suspicions. But that's another story.