CHAPTER 1
Whenever he was bored, young Jack Holt didn't do what most young guys in their late teens or early twenties did, which was to look for a babe to mount. Like his parents he thought such behavior was disgusting, but so much for ignorance. Mankind has come a long way since the invention of the wheel and television and of course there was the woman who discovered the recreational branch of sex to advance the human race toward whatever is the latest dire prophesy.
No instead of scratching around for casual sex Jack went to the library.
Same thing really. Many times he left the library with a scholarly female whose current focus was totally on banging Jack within the next few hours. That was very fortunate because it meant Jack learned first-hand the recreational side of sex. By associating with learned women geared to adhering to best practice he also found how to avoid the crossover mishap between recreational sex and reproductive sex and become an accidental father.
Usually parents teach their children such things but Jack's parents were too busy squabbling, working or over-indulging in church affairs to teach their four children much at all. But his three older sisters dutifully taught young Jack about body parts and combined to give him various sexual experiences, as most siblings tend to do.
So Jack went to college where his reputation soared when it became clear he wanted nothing to do with sleazy sex practice, was knowledgeable about contraception and his sexual skills appeared incredibly well developed... er, as was Jack. The other guys couldn't understand why the best babes scrapped over who would date Jack Holt although to be fair an hour with Jack Holt in the female restroom couldn't really be called a date so it was doubtful the claim Jack had 486 'dates' in his first year at college was a valid record.
The promiscuous attitude of many young women at college had staggered Jack. They appeared proud of the bite scars on their breasts and apparently it was considered 'trendy' to have a vagina stretched into a permanent gape and likewise for its companion orifice.
Right-thinking people would agree that Jack was entitled to have a hard attitude towards women who indulged in activities that led to over-abuse of their bodies. Jack was also left wondering that the good-looking females with great dispositions always bent over backwards to avoid abuse of their bodies. There had to be a message there.
Aged twenty-six, the clean-cut, square-jawed, raven-haired and lean (whew!) Jack Holt, LL.M, entered the moss-coated and weathered eroded building of Holt and Sampson Law, co-founded by his great-grandfather and his buddy. Jack was in awed at entering such a hallowed establishment to begin his first day of a hopefully illustrious career.
"We don't open till 9:00," said the surly woman behind the reception desk, leaving Jack thinking she had to go.
"Where may I wait?"
"Out on the sidewalk," said the tough bitch. "Who do you think you are, little Lord Fauntleroy?"
"Oh Jack, you naughty boy, you didn't come home to stay with us before arriving here to start your career with us," gushed his mom Laudonia, managing partner of the firm.
"Oh hi mom," Jack said, kissing her.
The woman behind the desk looked on impassively, not a bit embarrassed. God she really would have to go, Jack thought as his mom brushed her hand across his crotch as if checking on development of his manhood since she'd last bathed him all those years ago.
His mom delayed her hand movement to give him a powerful squeeze. Jack jumped and wondered what the hell were they teaching women in church these days?
Three hours later Jack began interviewing the six candidates presented to be elevated from the word-processing department or the clerical pool to become his PA. Jack had decided to choose a good-looking babe with heavy breasts with enthusiasm for frolicking.
The candidates were short and fat or tall and skinny with what appeared to be concaved chests and with minimal educational qualifications. He interviewed them all and asked them to return to their stations and said if they didn't receive a call from him within four hours then not to expect a call. To his astonishment all appeared excited at the prospect they might be called.
Jack stormed down to HR and asked to see the manager Lizaveta. They'd met earlier when Jack had been introduced to heads of departments.
"Have you a complaint already?"
"Er no. That's an attractive necklace you're wearing Lizaveta."
"It was my grandmother's. She told me once she'd stolen it."
"Um it's lovely having a piece of jewelry with a colorful history."
"You are not too bad Mr Holt. Much better than your father, eh?"
"If you say so."
"And how diplomatic. Are you here to inspect my upper thighs like your father does?"
"Eh what? Oh no. Those six applicants sent to me for possible selection as my PA were entirely unsuitable. Uneducated and physically underdeveloped or overly developed."
Lizaveta stood and was bigger and four inches taller than Jack. She cracked her knuckles and said, "So you have something against women?"
"Of course not. But I desire a PA who can do much of my work for me. That requires an appropriate academic qualification and intelligence."
Lizaveta sat down again. "Apart from attorneys and legal executives, the only other women like that in this building work in the staff café or are in my department."
"Oh."
"Pick one, anyone from my department. They will be more than competent."
Jack looked around and eliminated those women wearing glasses, thinking he didn't want a woman with weak eyes. He discounted the blondes because they were too common and discounted women with tiny breasts or over-sized breasts. That reduced the candidates to four."
"Tell me what degrees do..."
"And then Jack saw her. She wore glasses and had modest tits and was blonde. Although her stomach was rather rounded the wide hips suggested a wide ass her legs or what Jack could see of them looked great."
"That one."
Lizaveta put on her glasses to peer into the distance. "That's Drew who does our photo-copying and does everything none of us wants to do."
"Her file please."
Scottish-born Drew McDonald had worked three years in York, England, as a newly qualified legal executive and had immigrated and was now working to pass an exam to convert to a certificated legal assistant to become a paralegal. She was twenty-six, unmarried and played golf and women's soccer.
"What's she like?"
"I can't believe you are eyeing her Jack. Some of my people are supremely qualified to perform as your PA. Are you thinking sex as well as office assistance?"
He grinned and said, "For some reason I find myself unable to answer that question."
Lizaveta grinned and licked her lips. "You are clever and have great appeal Jack."
"Thank you Mrs Stanowski," Jack said, with a slight bow. "If she's interested please send her to me."
Jack walked off smiling thinking if Lizaveta hadn't been married and was twenty-something years younger she would have been a red-hot candidate.
A few minutes later Jack looked up to a gentle knock on his door and saw the chestnut-haired white-faced young woman with freckles. Many guys wouldn't like this freckles but he did; he thought they suggested innocence and to him Drew looked startlingly beautiful.
During the interview Jack dropped in a provocative question, "What is you attitude towards casual sex?"
"That is an improper question."
"Sorry. Then try this softer one, "Would you consider dating your boss."
"Mr Holt. I do not like the tone of this interview at all. Stick your job. For your information I have a very dear girlfriend."
Jack staggered to his feet in shame but she'd already departed.
Lizaveta called a few minutes later. "I gather you were unimpressive with your interview."
