Chapter 1
It was all I could do to not laugh when he I met him. I had been dreading his visit for days. He arrived right on schedule at 9 am on February the 1st, but he wasn't anything like I expected. He was an odd man with an odd name. The home office didn't tell me anything about him. I got a one-line memo that he would arrive on the first and nothing more.
I thought about asking some of the other branch directors I knew. We were a close-knit group. I had built a solid network of friends. I could count on them if I needed help with a project or a heads up if trouble was brewing. Neither was an issue at the moment. My staff was doing good, quality work. We'd made the company a lot of money so I wasn't worried about that. We were busy but it wasn't more than we could handle and things had gotten a bit routine lately.
That was even more true for my personal life. Over time, I'd focused more and more time and attention on work and less on enjoying myself. I had gotten into a routine. I was young and successful. I had plenty of time for fun later. At that moment, I needed to focus on the work at hand and that was making Monsieur Roma Dipuc happy. It thought that might be tough before I met him. When he waltzed in, I didn't now what to do. He had a cordial and friendly air about him. But and attitude like that could be a facade used to throw me off my game. I'd met a few home office guys who used friendship to make me drop my guard before. Dipuc didn't seem the type but he wasn't at all what I expected.
He was incredibly short, very pale, and chubby. His hair was a mass of blonde curls that fell loosely around his face. He had big round eyes that had a child-like innocence and curiosity to them and he was carrying a little gold briefcase. It looked like one of those man purses with his name monogrammed on it. My gaze fell to the fanciful script of the embroidery on the case and thought it was a strange affectation for a corporate type. Then again, he didn't fit the mold of a corporate guy at all; no dark suit and power tie for him. He wore all white - white suit, white shirt, white tie, and white shoes. In that outfit, he looked like a tiny ice-cream man. Was this supposed to be the scary guy sent by the Paris office to check us out and fix things? I couldn't believe it. His card said he was the Employee Assessment and Satisfaction Assurance Officer. I'd never heard of the job before. I thought he might be a mix of efficiency expert and quality control officer. I didn't know for sure and I wasn't going to rock the boat to find out. With a job title like that, I expected someone intimidating but he looked like a cartoon character. 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 Foxx." translation: {Hello Mr. Dipuc. How are you? My name is Nicholas Foxx.}
His face lit up in a huge smile as he responded, "Bonjour, Monsieur Foxx. Je suis bein. Parlez-vous francais?" {Hello, Mr. Foxx. I'm fine. You speak French?}
"Je parlez un peu. Parlez-vous anglais?" {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..."
"No need, no need for that." Pulling me close, he told me, "I'm here to work with you."
I hadn't been worried about my job until then. The prospect of being unemployed 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 saw me standing at the door, he quickly shuffled over and laid his hand on my chest. With his hand on chest, he said, "Don't be alarmed, Monsieur Foxx. You have nothing to fear from me. Your job is not in peril. I am here to help you find someone who will give you the greatest satisfaction."
"I don't understand."
He sat down and asked me, "You are logging more and more hours at the office, no? You have performed well but you are too busy to enjoy life. You need an assistant. You need more personal time. Are you satisfied with your life? I think not. To remedy this is my task. I will help you find satisfaction."
"Okay, but what about the rest of the staff?" I asked.
"I can help any who feel they need me, but I am here for you," he said with a smile. "So, we start now."
"What should I do?"
"Nothing. You go to your office and I take care of everything," He ushered me out and shut the door behind me.
Over a dozen women went in and out of the conference room each day. I got a note from human resources that a new position was open but they left the interviews to Dipuc. He was at it all day. He rarely came out and spoke to the office staff and never made a single phone call. Still, there was a steady parade of applicants. They were all women; beautiful, desirable women. I didn't know quite what was going on but as long as I wasn't losing my job, I didn't care. I was curious. The parade of applicants came in all week. After a while, I got too bust to pay attention to them.
Chapter 2
On the eighth, Dipuc called me in to meet a woman at the end of the day. I thought the meeting was her second interview. She was a voluptuous little blonde with an infectious smile. Her name was Juliet. After we spoke, he suggested I take her out for a drink and get to know her. She told me she was ready and willing to do anything for her boss. I'm a laid back guy and someone with her aggressive attitude might be just what I needed.
Before the night was over, she had flashed her tits twice and grabbed my crotch three times. She was aggressive all right - too aggressive for me. She was the kind of girl you want if you don't want to make an effort to get laid. But she could be a problem in the office. I don't like that kind of overt sexual displays in public. In private is one thing, but in public I like a woman who is more class than sass. I didn't have any intention of hiring her, so I went for it. During the cab ride to her place, she slipped onto my lap. We made out like a couple of high school kids. I felt my cock lengthen in my pants and she wiggled her butt on me when she felt it.
With a wicked smile she got on her knees in the seat, grabbed my zipper, dropped her head to my lap and swallowed my cock whole. This girl was talented. Her tongue swirled up and down the full length of my rod as she worked me over. Her hand corkscrewed along the slick shaft as she licked and sucked on the sensitive flesh of the head. After hours of teasing and flirting, I couldn't hold out for long and didn't want to try. 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 what she was doing to me I didn't know she'd been getting herself off too. When the cab pulled up to her door, her skirt was hiked up to her waist and her panties were hanging from one ankle. I paid the cabbie and she left her thong as a tip.
