I had been working as Lucy Liu's personal assistant for about three weeks. My cousin Courtney had gotten me the job because she knew how badly I wanted to work in Hollywood, and figured it would be a good start. What my cousin didn't know, however, was how much of a crush a had on Lucy. I had made myself come countless times watching her kick ass in the first Charlie's Angels movie, and almost creamed my panties in the movie theater watching her do her sexy little dance in the strip club in the second.
I spent most of my time at Lucy's House, doing menial tasks. I answered her phones, helped sort her mail, and other basic secretarial work. I didn't actually see Lucy all that often, as she was rarely home. Because of this, I had started to become more adventurous in snooping around her house.
My deepest, darkest, dirtiest fantasies about Lucy came true one Friday afternoon. She had come home for lunch, looking incredibly sexy. She was wearing low-waisted skin-tight designer jeans and that hugged her sexy little ass. I was lucky she didn't catch me staring at it. She checked with me to see if anything important had come for her in the mail, and left, telling me she had errands to do downtown. As soon as I saw her Escalade pull out of the front gate, I headed straight upstairs. My heart pounding, and opened the door, slipped into her private bedroom, and closed the door behind me. The soft scent of Lucy's perfume lingered in the air, making me dizzy. I could feel my panties getting wet as I snooped around in Lucy Liu's bedroom. I walked quickly through the huge room, over to her huge closet. I opened the door and saw the treasure I was looking for; Lucy's dirty laundry. The maid had not done the wash yet that week, so Lucy's hamper was overflowing, and there was a substantial pile of dirty clothes on the floor of her closet. I felt like I was going to pass out, and dropped to my knees, digging into the pile with both hands.
The first thing I looked for, of course, was a pair of well-worn filthy panties. But try as I might, I couldn't find ANY panties.
"I guess dirty little Lucy likes to go commando, " I chuckled to myself. But I was too hungry for Lucy's stink to give up just yet. I sniffed the crotch and ass of every last pair of designer jeans and slacks, but it wasn't until I found a pair of still-damp spandex workout shorts that I was happy. When my fingers felt the cool, damp material, I could feel my pussy flood. Already I could smell the tangy, raunchy fumes emanating from the nasty wet cloth, as I pulled the baby-blue short-shorts from the bottom of the pile. I crushed the putrid-smelling shorts to my face, inhaled deeply, and jammed my other hand into the front of my tight slacks. A cocktail of Lucy's dirtiest odors filled my senses. I sniffed different parts of the shorts, enjoying both the unmistakable stench of Lucy's pussy, and the beautifully disgusting stink of Lucy's ass. My head was swimming in lust. My fingers crushed and flicked my clit. I could feel my orgasm building, Lucy's nasty smells acting as gasoline on a flame...
"What the fuck do think you're doing?"
I froze. Terror gripped my heart when I heard Lucy's voice. I didn't dare turn around.
"I asked you a question!" Lucy demanded.
"I was just... I mean I..." there was obviously no excuse. Lucy knew exactly what I was doing, and I doubt she was happy about it.
"Stand up and turn around!" Lucy commanded.
I did as I was told, and turned around to face her. I stared at the floor, unable to look in her eyes.
"Is this what you do when I'm not here?" Lucy asked, her voice slightly softer than it was at first.
"N... no miss Liu, " I stammered, " I just couldn't help myself..."
