As I set here at this computer and begin to type I don't know if I can give this story the credit it deserves but I am going to try. You have to understand that even though it happened to me I may not have the skill to take you on the extraordinary journey that it was.
Having said this I now have to go back in time and figure out where to start and I suppose my introduction would be the best place to begin.
My name is Ann Louise Treado and I am the wife of four years to my husband Robert. I am twenty four years old and I am the personal assistant to a woman named Becky James, one of the heiress to the Peabody James Empire, and owner of the Western Times magazine.
I have been Miss James Assistant for six months now and although it takes me away from home for long hours and involves many trips I like it very much. Robert is a wonderful and supportive husband and he does a outstanding job when I am away even though he works from home with his own career as an I.T. Specialist.
Now that I have thought about it I guess my story began when I first met Becky at a country and western bar in 2009. Being the owner of the Western Times Magazine miss James is very much a country girl and spends many of her nights dancing to a country band in a bar near where she is staying, where ever that might be.
I was at the bar with my friend Helen having a girls night out in a very packed Million Dollar Cowboy Bar in Jackson Wyoming when miss James walked up and asked if she could set down and share our table. Helen and I both said yes and she pulled out a chair and sat down.
She was a very small woman and looked as if she was only in her teens but when she introduced her self she said she was in fact 23. She had long sandy blond hair that she kept up in a pony tail and as I said a very small frame.
She spent the night dancing with different cowboys but in between we talked about each other and she in time told us she was here on vacation because her personal assistant and friend had died in a plane crash and she needed some time away to deal with the loss.
She told us the worse part was now she would have to find someone to replace her friend and that it was too hard for her to do so she was leaving the job up to her younger sister Susan.
I was only 24 at the time but I was also out of work so I took the chance and asked her what the qualifications for the possession were. She reached in her purse and pulled out a business card and handed it to me and said "Tell Susan I told you to call her"
Early the next morning I awoke and the first thing I did was head for the bathroom for a shower. Once in the bathroom I stripped out of my night pants and my t-shirt and looked at my self in the mirror. I was about 5'4' and I was slender but not overly thin with just the right amount of curves. My medium length red hair was straight and reached the middle of my back and the front showed the bangs I just couldn't leave behind from my girlhood. I had small but perky tits and turning I admired my own tight ass, oh the joys of being young.
I jumped in the shower and took a quick cleaning then dried off and headed to the bedroom to get dressed. As I was pulling cloths out of my dresser Robert rolled over and said "Your up early for having been out with Helen most of the night."
I explained to Robert about meeting Becky and the job opportunity and after kissing him good morning I headed to the kitchen to start the coffee and to call Susan.
"Hello, this is Susan James office, how may I help you?"
"Yes my name is Ann Louise Treado and I met Becky James last night and she gave me this number and told me to call Susan about her personal assistant possession!"
Susan's secretary told her that Becky would only do that if she was very impressed with me and that she didn't need to talk to her boss to set up an appointment to meet with her. Before I really knew what was happening I had a plane tickets to New York City the next day for an Interview with miss Susan James.
As he always is Robert was very supportive of any decision I made as I am with him. So when I told him I was heading to New York for a job interview he couldn't help but be excited for me.
Time goes fast and sooner than you could imagine I was in the elevator of the James building heading up to the 15th floor. When the doors opened their was a receptionist desk straight in front of me but as I walked up to it I couldn't see anyone around. I waited for a few minutes in front of the desk and I noted that many calls came in but went un answered and I thought to my self this seemed strange.
Walking down the hall to the right I found the door that said Susan James and before I entered I looked through the glass on the door, its a good thing I did.
I could see a big wooden desk toward the back of the room with a blond girl that looked somewhat like what Becky had looked except even younger setting at the desk. She was leaning back in her chair with her feet propped up on the edge of the desk and her legs spread, and she was wearing no underwear. Between her legs and visible over the edge of the desk was the brunette haired head of what I assumed was the missing receptionist.
The blond had her hand around the back of the receptionist's neck and was gently pulling while the brunette had her hands on the thighs of the blond and was holding her head from being pulled to the pussy of the blond.
I could not hear voices as the blond spoke but what ever she was saying was making the brunette shake her head no and continue to hold back, then the blond said something with a stern look on her face and suddenly her head stopped shaking no.
Their was no movement from either for a few seconds and then I saw the blond mouth the word "NOW" and the brunette's shoulders dropped in defeat and she lowered her hands from the soft thighs as she let her head be pulled toward the wet pussy that awaited her reluctant mouth.
The brunette's back was to me and her head was blocking me from seeing the blonds pussy but I could tell what was going on because the blond had her head back and her eyes closed as the brunette moved her head back and forth and up and down between her legs.
I was in shock, never in my life had I ever thought I would see something like this outside a cheap porn movie yet as I looked through the glass on the door the blond was getting ate by the brunette and I could now hear her moans through the door.
I was just getting ready to turn away and go to the waiting area when something even more shocking happened, the blond opened her eyes, looked toward the glass where I was watching, locked eyes with me and winked as a smile spread across her face.
My knees nearly gave out when I realized she knew I had been watching the whole time. I instinctively turned around and was leaving the door when I heard a scream of pleasure and I assumed she had reached her orgasm but I was on my way back down the hall in an instant.
When I arrived at the elevator I was pushing the button over and over until the door opened and I hurried in and pushed the button for the lobby. When the door opened I looked for a sign for the restroom and I hurried to it, found a stall, and locked my self in as I sat on the edge of the toilet and started to cry.
How could she know I was watching, why was I watching, and now what was I going to do? I had come for an interview and had ended up watching as the blond had forced the brunette to eat her pussy, this was surreal, I should have immediately turned away.
My thoughts turned to Robert "Oh My God" what the hell would he think if he knew I had stood their and watched. I have never done anything like that before and I just cant imagine why I allowed my self to watch.
Now I had to decide what to do, I came here for a job interview but was I going to go through with it? I don't know If I had it in me to face the blond after finding out she knew I was watching. She must of had this planned for my arrival at her office but why?
Leaving the stall I walked over to the sink and looked at my self in the mirror, as soon as I looked into my own eyes I knew I was at least going to go through with the interview, because as shocked as I was the truth is I still needed a job.
Standing in the elevator again I am counting the floors as they go by until I once again am back at Susan's floor. As the door opens to the smiling face of the brunette now back behind the reception counter my courage almost gives out as I walk towards her.
"You must be Ann Louise?" She asks as I draw close, "Your a little late" she says "But that's ok because we have had a busy afternoon." She looks down as she says this and I can see regret quickly pass over her expression as her face becomes flush.
She is a pretty woman although not young, she looks to be in her 40s. She is slender with big breasts and very beautiful brown eyes.
"Please have a seat and I will let miss James know you are here."
Turning towards the waiting room I make my way over and find a seat as I allow the butterflies to settle in my stomach.
Appearing at the door of the waiting room the Brunette says "Miss James will see you now Mrs. Treado, please follow me!" as I notice for the first time that she is wearing a wedding ring, like me.
Following her down the hall and back to the door where I had just witnessed her being forced to eat pussy we paused only long enough for her to open the door and then we both walked in. The blond was back at the desk although she had her chair turned with her back to us.
"If you please miss James may I present Mrs. Treado"
"Thank you Janis, that will be all" Then as Janis turned to leave she added " For now, after this meeting I will need you back in here for some more oral diction"
Hearing this my knees once again grew weak as I realized that comment was meant to shock Janis and I both. Judging from the quick draw of breath we drew almost together I could tell it had worked.
After Janis had left the room Susan turned her chair back toward me. She was beautiful, although young. I would have to guess she was only 18 or 19 at the most and like her sister she had a very small frame.
"Hello Mrs. Treado please have a seat, preferably the one Janis had when you were watching me break down her reluctance" as she smiled once again.
"Excuse me" I said "but I am just here for the interview and that's it, I don't know what kind of sick game your playing but I don't want no part of it."
"But I love games, and so does my sister, in fact that is how you ended up here" She spoke "Becky owed me a bet from the last game of poker she lost"
