The days following Vivienne's wedding were busy. Business was picking up and my appointment book was getting full. I really needed an assistant fairly soon.
I had finished the outfit of the studio. Reception, office, an area to do photo or video shoots. The place wasn't big, but it would suffice. Most of my work would take me out of the place anyway.
It was Wednesday, and I been on the mobile all morning. It rang again.
"Wilde photography," I answered.
"Hello? Mr. Wilde?" came a lilting female voice.
"David Wilde speaking," I responded.
"Oh, Mr. Wilde. My name is Aleksandra Roberts. I believe you spoke to my sister Amber about some work you might available?"
Her voice was like silk.
"Yes, yes," I stumbled for words. "Ummm, Amber told me that you were finishing a degree and looking for a position that involved photography?"
"Oh yes!" she replied enthusiastically. "It's really difficult to find decent work in the field at the moment."
"Listen, I've got time later this afternoon if you'd like to come in for a chat? Bring a portfolio of your work if you can."
"Yes, yes, I can do that. What time would suit you?" she responded, the eagerness evident in her voice.
"About six if you could. It's after hours so that way we won't be disturbed."
"Oh! Thank you Mr. Wilde, thank you so much!"
"David, please, call me David."
"Thank you so much David!"
I gave her the address and hung up the phone, remembering my last sight of Alex was in the photo in the lounge of her house. The image of her burning into my brain as I came deep into her mother's pussy.
Not the best preparation for an interview. Keep it professional David as I chided myself.
The rest of the afternoon passed with less intensity, allowing me to complete a number of tasks without having a phone glued to my ear.
The chime on the door sounded. I looked up at the clock on the wall of my office. Six o'clock. I jotted a few more notes before they departed my head forever and stepped out to see my visitor.
I rounded the corner and stopped.
She was standing there in the reception looking at the display of some of my best work arrayed on the walls.
Her position was half profile to me allowing a good view of her face and form. The image of her in real life put the photo of her to shame.
I stared in awe. She was tall, despite the high heels. Her dark grey business suit accentuating her slender form. The top held with a single button near the waist, a pure white blouse underneath pushing out slightly with the swell of her breasts.
The skirt finished mid-thigh on bare, well-defined long athletic legs. The bulge of her calves complementing the musculature of her thighs.
My eyes drifted up to her face. Her raven hair fell straight by the sides of her face to the top of her chest and an equal distance down her back. The fringe cut directly across just above her eyebrows.
Large eyes looked out atop high set cheekbones that gave her face a beautiful and delicate look. A strong but feminine jaw line sat beneath full lips and a sculpted nose. Her lips pouted slightly as she examined the images before her.
She exuded sensuality.
"You should be in front of a camera, not behind one," I said.
She snapped out of her reverie and turn to me.
"Oh! Mr. Wilde, I didn't see you there!" she exclaimed.
"I'm sorry if I startled you," I said apologetically. "Please, call me David."
"David," she said as she walked towards me, the high heels of her shoes clicking gently on the hard floor, accentuating the alluring roll of her gait.
"I'm Aleksandra Roberts. Alex to my friends."
"I'm pleased to me you Alex," I said reaching out my hand. "I can call you Alex?"
"Please do," she replied as she took my hand and shook it and a beautiful smile spread across her face.
The palm of her hand was warm and soft, her grip firm. I liked that.
As I held her hand I let my index and middle fingers rest on the inside of her wrist, feeling the soft skin there beneath the pads.
Our eyes connected. She had the brightest green eyes, flecked with hazel that looked out warmly beneath thin black eyebrows and raven-haired fringe.
I could have stared into them for all eternity.
Releasing my grip, her hand slid slowly away, fingers trailing down my palm, sending a shiver of excitement up my arm and down into my groin.
"Please, come this way," I said, trying to regain composure. "We can talk in my office."
I showed her in and directed her to a lounge seat.
"Excuse me for a moment. I'll lock the front door so we aren't disturbed."
I locked the door and poured two glasses of water from the fountain. Entering my office I saw she had placed a large folder of her work on the coffee table before her. I sat down opposite, placing the glasses to one side.
She sat upright; hands folded neatly in her lap, legs together and leant to one side.
"Do you have your resume with you?" I asked.
"Yes, it's just inside here," as she opened the folder and reached for some papers.
Handing them to me I quickly scanned the document.
Aleksandra Roberts, twenty-three, car and bike license. I raised an eyebrow slightly. Education, primary, high school, university. Work experiences, mostly part time work, generally unrelated to her studies. Academic results, very impressive.
"Very good," I commented. "Your results are outstanding."
She smiled and blushed slightly. "Thank you. Would you like to see some of my work?"
"Please," I replied encouragingly.
We spent the better part of the next hour looking through her project and private work, discussing various aspects of the shots and getting a good picture of her technical ability.
I gave her a run down of the business and its scope.
