It was all I could do to keep from laughing when I met him. I had been dreading his visit. He arrived right on schedule on Monday, the 2nd of February at 9 a.m. but nothing about him was as expected. The home office didn't prepare me for him.
He was short and chubby with curly blond hair and big round eyes carrying a little gold briefcase that looked like one of those man purses with his name in embroidery on his coat and case. He wore white-white suit, white shirt, white tie, white shoes-all white. It made him look like a tiny ice-cream man. This was the scary guy who'd been sent from the Paris office to check us out and fix things. He was the Job Satisfaction Analyst. I didn't laugh, but it was tough not to.
I stepped up and offered my hand saying, "Bonjour, Monsieur DiPuc. Comment allez-vous? Je m'appelle Nicholas Faulkes." {Hello Mr. DiPuc. How are you? My name is Nicholas Faulkes.}
His face lit up in a huge smile as he responded, "Bonjour, Monsieur Faulkes. Je suis bein. Parlez-vous francais?" {Hello, Mr. Faulkes. I'm fine. You speak French?}
"Je parlez un peu. Parlez-vous anglais?" {I speak a little. Do you speak English?}
"Oui, oui. I speak English, Monsieur, but it is nice to be greeted in my native tongue. Do you have a place for me to work while I'm here?" he asked.
"Oui, Monsieur. But first let me introduce you to the staff..."
"That will not be necessary, Monsieur." Pulling me close he softly said, "I'm here to work with you."
Fear of losing my job had never entered my mind until then. It hit me like a ton of bricks. I quickly ushered him into the conference room and closed the door behind us. My heart was pounding as he hung his jacket on the back of a chair and set his briefcase on the long table. When he turned and saw me standing at the door, he quickly shuffled over and laid his hand on my chest. With his hand over my heart he said, "Yes, very good. But don't be alarmed, Monsieur. You have nothing to fear. I am here to help you find who will perform best for you and give you the greatest satisfaction."
"I don't understand."
Stepping back and sitting down he explained. "Are you satisfied with your work and your life? I think not. I am here to remedy this. I will help you find the satisfaction."
"Okay, but what about the rest of the staff?" I asked.
"I will help if they need me, but I am here for you," he said with a smile. "So, we start now."
"What should I do?"
"Go to your office and I take care of everything."
Over the next few days at least a dozen women a day went in and out of the conference room. DiPuc never came out or made a single phone call. The women were all beautiful, and desirable. I didn't know what was going on but as long as I wasn't going to lose my job I didn't care.
On Monday the ninth, DiPuc called me in to meet a woman who was back for her second interview. A voluptuous little blonde with an infectious smile named Juliet was there. After we spoke briefly he suggested I take her out for a drink. She made sure I knew she was willing to do anything for the right boss.
Before the night was over she had flashed me her tits twice and grabbed my crotch three times. I didn't have any intention of hiring her, so I went for it. During the cab ride to her place we made out like school kids. With a wicked smile she dropped her head down to my lap and swallowed my cock whole. This girl was talented. Her tongue swirled up and down the length as I shot a huge load of come down her throat. She swallowed every drop and worked on my shaft to keep me hard. I was so engrossed in the sensations she was giving me I didn't realize she'd been getting herself off while she blew me. When we stepped out of the cab her skirt was hiked up and her panties were hanging from one ankle. I paid the cabbie and she left her thong as a tip.
The rest of the night was the same. She loved sex and wasn't reluctant to initiate it. When we got inside, I was behind her as she leaned over the back of her sofa. Since my cock was still hard and her panties were already off, she lifted her skirt up over her full, round ass and slid me into her slick pussy. She told me to pound her until she screamed. I did just that. Grabbing her hips for leverage, I slammed into her like a man possessed. She wailed and came around my shaft twice. I wanted more so I turned her around and took her against the wall with her legs wrapped around my waist and her blouse torn open. Her firm tits bounced with every thrust of my cock into her little body. When I was about to come she scrambled down to take me in her mouth and jacked me off into her open mouth and all over her face and tits. I collapsed on the nearest seat available and let her nurse on my softening shaft. When I'd had enough of that I stood and tucked my dick inside my pants and left. My last image was of her leaning her head back and scooping my come from her face and tits to lick it off her fingers.
I was worried when I went into work on Tuesday. But DiPuc never said a word to me about Juliet. There was a memo from him on my desk when I got it saying he was sorry. He thought she showed promise but she was the wrong girl for me. Later in the day he called me in again. It was a replay of the day before except this time the girl was a tall willowy redhead named Kayla. After a couple of drinks she asked if I would take her home. Once there she excused herself for a moment. When she called out, "Come here, Nick," I went into the bedroom and found her stretched out on black satin sheets wearing nothing but stockings and heels. The candles lit all around her made her pail skin glow. The dim light reflected off the handcuffs and chains she'd used to shackle her hands and feet to the bed. "Want to fuck me?" she asked.
