My Pregnant Stepsister

"Oh my God..." I said to myself, rubbing my eyes in disbelief at what was happening in front of me. When I looked up at her, she smiled, loving my shock. She was loving it so much that her nipples were evident beneath her top, straining to escape into the cool air of my office. And I had a bad feeling: no matter what I said and did, they would soon be getting their wish. Why was I letting this happen?

"Now, the next step you list is **Do Your Research**, and, as you will see a little bit later in this presentation, I have gone above and beyond in that category," she said with a hungry smirk, as if desperate to reveal that delicious part of the plan—a plan that made her mouth water. "But before that, the next part is what I mentioned before. I'm **Controlling My Image**. Like I've said repeatedly, to put it bluntly, I'm ambitious." Tori paused for a moment, putting her hands on her hips, jutting her chest out, showing off her impressive frame. "I mean, look at me," she began. Staring right at me, she brought her hands up and slid them under her large breasts, moving them in her palms before squeezing them lightly, grazing her fingers over her firm nipples. She turned to the side and let her hand slide down her torso and over her round, firm rear. "It's no secret I'm ambitious. With a body like mine, it's hard not to be. I'm built for success... what's wrong with me doing what I'm good at?"

I simply shook my head. I didn't know if I was just tired and this was some strange dream, but I couldn't figure out how to respond to this bold attempt. Tori turned back to face me and brought her hands to her top. Working deftly, her fingers got to work, unbuttoning her blouse. This motion caused me to jump slightly. Was she taking her clothes off just like that?

"No need for me to play it coy anymore," she stated, unbuttoning her top halfway down, so her barely covered breasts and red bra were exposed. "If I accept that I'm ambitious, I've got to at least look the part. And besides, there's nothing wrong with a bit of cleavage," she said proudly, downplaying the size of the gap between her breasts that was now exposed to me. "It's all good, clean ambition, right?" she chirped with a sickeningly sweet smile.

I didn't respond. I don't know why I thought it would be a good idea to let this play out. She probably took this as some sort of endorsement of her crazy strategy.

"Tori, this has gone too far already..." I began, keeping my cool as I looked to end this.

"But, I'm just getting started," she replied. "And you promised to hear me out."

"Yeah, well, I think I've seen enough," I responded, looking away from her.

"Hon, you haven't seen anything yet," she said wickedly. Undeterred, and before I could interrupt her again, she continued her presentation.

"So, anyway, clearly, I know myself very well. But part of this is **you knowing yourself**, knowing who **you** really are," she said, pointing at me.

"What?" I asked, a bit exasperated with this whole game already.

"Now, I don't know if you know this, but I've never really liked you that much," she admitted. This admission caused me to bark in laughter.

"If you don't even like me, then... why are you even doing this?" I replied, raising my hands questioningly.

"Exactly," she said, pointing at me as if I hit the exact point she was making. "I couldn't figure it out either. I mean, I find you annoying and completely full of it. I see your act. I know what you do. No one else does, but I do. I could see through your pretense. I can't stand this good guy act of yours, but I couldn't stop thinking about working closely with you." she said.

"Jesus," I said, sweating a little, shocked at her casual frankness.

"Trust me, you are so not the type of guy I'm normally into. I mean, no offense, but to a woman like me, you're kind of boring. Guys like you don't typically have the type of drive that women like me need. So, I started thinking... maybe there's more to you than meets the eye. Maybe deep down, beyond that stiff, dull, boring façade, this whole good guy, everybody's friend act, maybe there's a fiercely ambitious, driven stud just **bursting to get out**," she said, smiling proudly, acting out an explosion with her arms, causing her large chest to move. "Bursting to get out... dying to be exactly the type of man I crave."

At this hypothesis, I simply closed my eyes and rubbed my palm on my forehead. "Tori..." I began.

"I know you think I'm completely off-base, but think about it. I mean, I can't stand you, but for some reason, I can't stop thinking about you. The only explanation is that you are, in fact, exactly my type of guy. And, if I'm right, that would make me exactly your type of woman," she said perkily, looking down at me.

I couldn't help but let out a small laugh. "Ha... Tori, you certainly have a very... interesting... view of things, but you are completely off-base," I said, trying to be as civil as possible considering what she was proposing.

"I knew you would say that," she said, smirking while rolling her eyes. Looking upwards, she continued. "I mean, it is kind of odd that you seem to always find an excuse to talk to me. You've heard the stories. The nasty rumors. A guy like you in management shouldn't be caught anywhere near a determined woman like me, but you always found a reason to stop and chat. Chat it up with the person people call the office rebel."

"I talk to everybody! That's part of being a good manager!" I said, losing my patience slightly. She was right about one thing. I had heard plenty of rumors about her. Even though, as I said before, I didn't give life to rumors, that didn't mean I hadn't heard them. And the more she went on, as over-the-top as this had already gotten, the crazy things I had heard about her were starting to sound more believable.

Obviously, I had heard that she had used her charm to rise to her current position, but those rumors were positively tame compared to some others I had heard. Among those things was that she had willingly performed a suggestive dance on one of the desks down on the fifth floor during a Christmas party. I had also heard a rumor that my dad had hired a really good prospect straight out of college a few months ago, and on his first day, he was caught having an intimate moment with Tori in one of the supply closets. They were caught by one of the bosses, and although the guy was immediately fired, Tori eventually convinced the person who caught them to keep quiet, turning this penalty into a promotion. Another thing was that one of the other secretaries was spreading nasty rumors about Tori to whoever would listen. Tori apparently went to that woman's house and involved herself with her husband. That woman quit the next day. I had also heard that there was an email thread with provocative pictures of Tori, promising full-on shots of her body. And then, to my surprise, that email had ended up in my inbox, but I had been sensible and deleted the email immediately without opening it.

At times, it seemed like there was a secret club of men who had spent one wild night with Tori K. A brotherhood. And you would think that her only success with men in the company would be with that type of rough, unrefined guys who were willing to play at her level. One of **those** guys, you know? But then it would be revealed that someone that I was aware knew better enthusiastically pursued her. Fallen victim to her charm.

One of my oldest friends, a guy named Louis that I had gone to college with, the rumor was that he had cheated on his girlfriend with Tori. I knew he would never do that kind of thing, that this was just a nasty rumor. But when me and a few co-workers ran into him, and one of them brought up Tori, knowingly mentioning her body to him, I could see the heat behind his eyes, and it was clear there was some sort of history there between him and Tori. I tried to keep my head above this stuff, but these rumors had a habit of reoccurring, no matter how much I tried to avoid them. Even I had my weak moments. When I had heard a guy talking worshipfully about her chest, although he shut down the conversation as soon as he saw me, there was a part of me kind of hoping to hear more, just because of a deep-seated masculine curiosity. If the rumors were true, Tori had a habit of making men do things they shouldn't, and staying above the situation seemed to be the best idea.

"But even good managers know better than to be seen with someone like myself," Tori continued, as if reading my mind, but was simply continuing the conversation we had been having. "Every other one of the big managers steers well clear of me, but not you. Every chance you get, you leap at the opportunity to talk to me. A good guy like you... you just want a little taste of the other side, don't you? A sample of the dark delights you're missing out on," she said, her voice lowering to a more intimate tone, moving around the desk.

Why did I talk to her? I mean, like I said, I liked to judge people for myself, but there was pretty overwhelming evidence in the case of Tori K. Sure, I would never not be cordial to someone, and I think that was all I was with her. I never wanted anything more from her. I didn't want her to flirt with me. I wasn't interested in her in that way. It wasn't like I was one of **those** guys... right? All those guys, who acted like they disliked Tori or looked down at her, but when the time came they were still happy to engage with her. No... no. I wasn't like that. I was not that type of guy. I was better than that now.

But Tori was unconvinced. "You kid yourself into thinking you're being nice, but you just want to get close to me. You want to see me. And maybe, if you get lucky, you'll get one good look..." she said, moving in close, speaking softly in my ear. I felt the softness of her large chest pressing against my arm, and this contact caused me to jump a bit. I moved away from her, not daring to look, as she stepped back around the table, content with not pushing forward too quickly.

"I think perfect Joshua has a little crush..." she began, cocking her head at me slightly as she walked back towards her projected presentation. "I think someone's fascinated by my large assets!" she sang, giving them a little move. I couldn't help but glance at them for a moment, but it was enough. Her smirk told me she noticed.

"So, by the end of this interview, I will not only prove that you need a driven woman like me by your side, but I will prove that you are actually the ambitious, success-driven man you pretend you're not," she said professionally, as if presenting the fourth quarter earnings. "Okay, so, I'm going to power through a couple of the other points so I can get to the good stuff. With your point about **Clichés Make My Eyes Glaze Over**, clearly, you've never seen anything like me. And besides, it's not going to be clichés making your eyes glaze over. And, not being afraid to **Blow Me Away**... I mean, come on? You're practically spelling out how you want an impressive person working hard for you. And then, **Thinking Outside the Box**, **Ignoring the List**... clearly, I'm way ahead of you."