Friday, April 29, 2005

The interview...

Part I - Gross Moral Turpitude

Part II - The interview

Cathy had found out that our text sex was occurring in a set of meetings. This got her into “teasing secretary” mode. "Oh you naughty boss..." She had given me an idea...

“See you tonight. Come dressed for an interview,” was my parting comment...

There was a knock at the door of my suite.

“Ah, come in, Miss Minx,” I said. Cathy had put on a charcoal suit and white blouse. The suit was a little too fitted to be totally appropriate for an office environment; the skirt a little too short; the heels a little too high; a little too much cleavage on display. Perfect, in other words...

I was tempted to fuck her then and there - press her up against the wall and taste her familiar juices; pull that skirt up and feel her pussy that fitted my dick so well; have her suck my dick and turn her so I could slide into her from behind... But I resisted.

“Mr. S? I'm here for the interview,” she replied - she had slipped into the role, not even acknowledging me.

She sat demurely where I indicated. But I noticed her skirt rode up just a little.

“Now Miss Minx, I am looking for a new PA. I want someone who can take care of my life, look after my needs. All of my needs...”

“I am used to looking after my employer’s every requirement,” Cathy responded.

“I am a very generous employer but I am extremely demanding.”

“I think you'll find that my previous employers were more than satisfied...” she smirked.

“Hmm. We'll see,” I said sternly. “I require extreme flexibility and unquestioning obedience from my PA. Is that something that you can live with?”

Cathy was a little unsure - what direction was this heading? She was game though... “I have tried many interesting and challenging positions in my life. I'm sure that I can deliver whatever you want...” She pushed her chest out provocatively and a little defiantly.

“Hmm... What skills do you think you can offer, Miss Minx?”

“Well I have passed my O-levels and A-levels” she said confidently

# This is escort-speak for oral and anal sex - Mmm... #

“What about dictation?” I said, unzipping my fly.

“I think you'll find my speeds will do the job.”

“So, if you think you can cope with the demands of the job, I think we can offer you the role.” I began stroking my cock.

“Mr. S! What are you doing?”

“I think you know, Miss Minx. I have had a stressful day. I need you to help me unwind. Come here and suck this cock.”

“I thought you'd never ask...”

To be continued...

1 Comments:

Blogger Jay said...

You must have entirely misunderstood me. I have absolutely no interest in hearing tales of your debauchery.

Thank God! Part two is posted!

Jay

3:46 pm  

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