This is a story of desire and discovery.
Rachel is thrown into a world which shocks and intrigues her, though will she be able to truely let go.
Will she discover her inner animal and go wild, embracing the possibility of sex beyond her wildest dreams?
Chapter 1
Rachel
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The alarm sounds ring around my ears, as I fumble to turn it off, accidentally knocking it onto the floor. Hearing it hit the ground, unbothered I roll over in the hope to get a few more moments within my warm bed. Not wanting to face the day ahead, however now my sleep had been interrupted, my mind began waking, filling with thoughts.
What should I wear?
Would this be the fresh start I had been hoping for?
Would I get the job?
What will it be like?
For the past couple of months, I had been trying so hard to get a job and find my feet again. Following a very messy break-up.
I had recently moved into a quiet town, on the edge of the city, to escape the harsh memories of my failed life with my ex Ethan.
We had lived together in the city for over four years, it was devastating having to start again. He had been the love of my life, I had not expected us to ever not be together. We had built a lovely home and had started to plan having a baby, then everything went wrong.
My world fell apart, when I walked in on him in our home, pleasuring a man. I had never felt so humiliated and disgusted in all my life, my heart instantly shattered. Unable to process what I had just witnessed, I immediately left. Heading straight to my best friend Cathy's. Realising the truth of what Ethan had been hiding, I was left broken feeling unattractive and betrayed.
Cathy was able to help me pick up the pieces and pull myself back together.
Unable to face seeing Ethan again, she collected all my things and dealt with him on my behalf. She was just amazing, I could never thank her enough, for her support and love.
It was Cathy, who was able to get me an interview at a private law firm, Pattison and Hyde.
I was hoping to be the new secretary to a Conner Hyde.
Cathy had studied with him, she said he was a ruthless lawyer and a bit of a loose canon at times, though overall a nice guy.
She had also told me that his last secretary left suddenly to go to another firm, meaning he would need me to start as soon as possible.
Today was my interview, I had never even met him, Cathy had organised everything. She recommended me, so the pressure was on.
Reluctantly pulling myself out of bed, I go for a shower, to properly wake myself up. As the water poured over my body, I closed my eyes, trying to relax.
Moving my hands over my hair to wash it. I wash my hair while thinking about what to wear for the interview.
After squeezing as much of the water from my hair as possible, I take a towel and wrap it around my body.
Wanting to make a good first impression, I knew I had to dress smart and seemingly confident.
Pulling on a matching red lace bra and knickers, I look at myself in the mirror. Glancing back at my clothes on the rail, trying to decide on what would be appropriate.
Then I see it.
A knee length navy sleeveless dress, the neckline squared. Pulling it on and positioning it over my body, I smooth my hands over the fabric.
Pulling on a pair of black heels, I take another look in the mirror. The dress clung to my figure, enhancing the curves of my hips and bottom.
My main asset was my breasts.
Being rather large the squared neckline was pulled forward, leaving my cleavage very visible. I let out a long sigh, unsure if this was too revealing.
Knowing, that no matter what I chose to wear, my voluptuous bosom would always be very much there.
Perhaps a skirt and blouse would be better?
Seriously Rachel.
Get a grip. The dress is fine.
Smart and formal. Perfect!
I doubt Mr Hyde would be bothered by what I wore anyway.
I quickly dry my hair as much as possible with the hairdryer, being careful not to over do it, as my hair can be a little wild at times.
Having natural curls in my hair, it sometimes went crazy, making it difficult to style.
My hair was a natural brunette, reaching to my lower back. Still slightly damp, I look in the mirror to decide on how to wear it.
Down and wild?
or up in a ponytail or bun?
I decide on pulling only the sides back loosely into a low ponytail.
Checking the time it was nearly 9:30am, my interview was at 10am. I quickly add some makeup, keeping it simple with a touch of eyeliner with a slight dusting of blue, before adding mascara.
My eyelashes were already long, though with mascara they became even longer, framing my hazel eyes perfectly. I was ready.
Taking my clutch bag, I check that I have my keys and phone.
Grabbing my portfolio, I leave my apartment. Nerves building in my stomach, knotting as I walked up the street.
As I walked my mind began wandering again.
Will it be Conner interviewing me?
What was he really like?
Would he like me?
What if he doesn't?
Oh God!
I had arrived.
Stood outside the building, I glance up at the sign, 'Pattison and Hyde'.
The front was very posh and inviting with double glass doors, large windows either side with sash blinds.
Taking a deep breath, I push the door and walk in. As the door closes behind me, a lady sat behind the desk looks up and smiles.
"Good morning, how can I help?"
Feeling so nervous I clear my throat, before saying quietly.
"I'm here to see Mr Hyde."
As the words left my lips, I could feel my heart pounding hard in my chest, aware my body was also shaking. I fidget nervously, as she checks on her computer.
"Rachel Kendall?"
She asks, glancing at me looking me up and down, as if checking me out. She must see I was here for an interview.
"Yes."
I smile. Trying to ignore her intimidating look, despite how friendly she seemed, I felt so small and inadequate.
She was probably thinking
'what the hell is she wearing?'
Or
'no chance, looking like that!'
My heart was still pounding and my thoughts were going crazy, my palms sweaty.
"Please take a seat, Mr Hyde will be ready in a moment."
Her expression that of curiosity and disgust now. Though, this could be me overthinking things. I felt very insecure and inadequate being here.
Completely out of my comfort zone.
I take a seat, putting my hands nervously in my lap, clutching my folder and bag tight.
Glancing around, I could see a lift in front of me, a door to the right.
The sign said 'Alfred Pattison.' I realised that Mr Hydes office must be upstairs.
Deep in my thoughts, I didn't hear the lady calling me at first.
"Miss Kendall!"
I heard suddenly.
"Sorry, yes?"
I instantly stand up, feeling embarrassed and flustered again.
"Mr Hyde is ready for you now, please go on up, second floor."
She smiled as she pointed towards the lift.
"Thank you."
I approach the lift doors, pressing the button marked 2, I wait. my whole body was shaking, which didnt help the fsct that my bossom made this rven more obvious, vibrating my swelled flesh as I shook.
Hearing the ping of the lift arriving makes me jump slightly, the doors open and I walk inside, turning immediately so I am facing out. Still trying go calm myself so I stopped shaking.
Perhaps he wouldnt notice?
The doors close and it begins moving upwards. I'm still shaking all over from nerves, trying to compose myself for this interview. It was no use.
Surely he would expect me to be nervous?
This was actually happening.
My first interview in months.
I needed this job, desperately needed this.
My heart was pounding so fast and my stomach felt like it was trying to relocate in my shoes. My mouth was dry and I could hear my heartbeat in my ears.
Oh Goodness, I was a mess!
As the doors open I step out into an open room, with a room on the left, this looked like a meeting room. I could see a man stood looking out of the window in front of me.
He was talking on his phone.
Unsure of whatcto do, I approach his desk and stand patiently, watching him.
My hands still clutching my portfolio and bag. I am drawn to his stunning bottom, the firmness hidden beneath his trousers. The outline visible as if to tease. As he tilted his weight from each foot I could see the firmness of his cheeks pressing the fabric.
With his broad shoulders and strong stance, I couldn't help but continue to stare at him, watching him move was enchanting.
His shirt tucked neatly into his trousers, the cotton of his shirt was thin and I could make out the shapes of his shoulders and back, he looked toned. Imagining his body beneath his shirt, his firm buttocks, mmmmm he was very yummy.
I take a silent gasp at the wonderful sight.
He continues talking on the phone, seemingly unaware of my presence.
I could feel myself becoming really hot, the pleasure of watching him had certainly had an effect. I hadnt even seen his face yet and I
was already going wild.
Needing to cool myself, I gently fan my portfolio over my chest and face to try and relieve myself from the heat I'd created. Hearing this he starts to turn, making me instantly freeze.
I watch as he spins round, as he sees me he instantly stops talking and just stares at me. Staring for what seemed like forever, I am also transfixed to him, we were both staring, saying nothing.
I could feel his eyes scanning my body, as though he was taking a mental picture of every part of me. His eyes were so captivating I found myself lost looking into them.
Oh my goodness, what was happening to me?
My body was going wild inside, his stare was so intense.
The heat of my body was making my head feel light. Everything was going crazy, I even had pulsing in my knickers. I really needed to sit down adn fast.
Looking away, he ends his call and pushes his phone onto his desk.
I had found myself still staring, watching him, not realising my jaw had also dropped open slightly.
I was left utterly bewildered by him.
He was a tall, handsome man with deep piercing blue eyes, they were a blue which sucked you in so deep it took your breath away. He had a firm yet rough face with prominent, striking features. He had a look of fierce firey power, like a lion guarding his pack.
Looking at him in that moment I was completely lost, overwhelmed by his pure beauty. He was utterly gorgeous
Feeling warmth building in my stomach, with a sudden rush and throbbing between my legs. I realise I had to say something, quickly.
"H..H..Hello...."
I start stammering as my brain had lost the ability to allow me to speak.
"Miss Kendall. Hello."
