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Looking out the window of my lavishly furnished, corner office to the busy city streets below, I begin to think about my agenda for the day. Susan, my lovely assistant is preparing my morning coffee. Being a slow starter in the morning I like to give myself about 10-15 minutes to drink my mandatory coffee before diving into another hectic work day. The gentle tapping at the door does not interfere with my ritualistic, morning meditation as Susan quietly enters my office and places my coffee before me on my desk.
"Thank you, Susan."
"You're welcome sir." Susan whispers softly, so as not to interrupt me.
It was Susan who introduced me to benefits of meditation. When it comes to stress relief and the pursuit of pleasure there is no better expert than the lovely and talented Susan. A free spirit if ever there was one, Susan never takes life or herself too seriously. She has taught me valuable lessons about human relationships and has given me insight into how to read people effectively. These skills helped me get to where I am today, President and CEO of Northland Credit Inc. I owe a great a deal of credit to Susan for my success. My personal and professional growth has been beneficial to her as Iâve taken her along with me as Iâve climbed the proverbial corporate ladder. It must be told that Susan is much, much more than a mere secretary to me.
I first met Susan 4 years ago; I was still only in mid-twenties and had just been promoted to Junior Executive. With that promotion came added responsibility and a heavier work load. The company authorized me to hire a secretary to assist me in me work. Northland Credit had an almost exclusive recruitment agreement with the local community college. The following Monday I was to begin interviewing applicants. I had a good but somewhat unrealistic idea of what I was looking for in a secretary. She would have to have to have superior typing and clerical skills, excellent phone manner and most importantly of all she would have to be a looker, a woman who would make my fellow execs jealous, a trophy secretary of you will. I had been interviewing all week long, my hopes of finding that trophy secretary were fading fast. I had interviewed mostly, older women making career changes, housewives with grown up kids getting back into the workforce, the younger women I interviewed were all either ugly or fat. In retrospect I was being ridiculously discriminating and unfair. Exasperated, I began to accept that I would have to settle for just an ordinary secretary like everyone else.
Then â She walked in. Wow! She strode confidently into my office smiling warmly at me. She looked to be of Scandinavian ancestry and probably 21 or 22 years old. She was gorgeous!
My jaw dropped to the floor. She was sleek and slender in her skirt; her legs were long and shapely. She had large round breasts barely contained under her suit jacket. Her hair was a light,
shimmering blond, carefully coiffed in an up do with soft wisps of golden locks cascading down her beautiful face. Her eyes were an intoxicating baby blue. Her frosted lipstick exaggerated her pouty lips and gave them a liquidy sheen. She oozed sexuality, her every move seemed sensual
and suggestive.
âHello Mr. Sterling, Iâm Susan Sundstrom, pleased to meet you.â Her voice was just as soft and soothing to the ears as she was to the eyes.
âWell! Iâm pleased to meet you â Mrs. Sundstrom.â I replied over emphatically still taken aback
by her beauty.
âMiss.â She corrected with a bright smile.
âSorry âbout that. Please have a seat Ms. Sundstrom.â I wanted to hit the roof, how could she not be married? I wondered to myself. My excitement level was building and I was finding a bit difficult to speak, I was almost hyper ventilating but I did well to keep her from noticing.
âThank you.â She sat down, oblivious to the inner havoc she was wreaking on me.
I asked her all the standard question about her qualifications, job expectations etc., and all the company bullshit weâre supposed to ask during interviews. Soon it became apparent that
we had chemistry, I mean it was electric. The interview started to feel more intimate and personal. She obviously sensed my attraction to her but I was now getting the impression that she found my ruggedly handsome exterior much to her liking. A powerful, magnetic mutual attraction hung heavily over our heads. My mind kept wandering off as she spoke, I undressed her with my eyes and the mere thought of her naked body made my cock tingle. As I continued playing sexual scenarios in my head my pants began to tent noticeably. Our conversation turned flirtatious and the interview ran long. Mrs. Crenshaw, the temp assigned to me, had already left along with most of my colleagues. It was now dark outside and we both chuckled at how quickly the time had passed but neither of us seemed in much of a hurry to leave. You could have cut the sexual tension in my office with a knife; this was especially true once everyone else in the office had left. I already knew in my mind that I was going to hire Susan but I thought Iâd go through the formality anyway and ask her one final question.
âMs. Sundstrom, what sets you apart from all the other applicants?â I asked. It felt strange asking her a serious question after flirting so uninhibitedly just moments before, it almost seemed comical but I contained the grittiness I felt inside and waited for a professional and objective answer from her.
âWell Mr. Sterling, there is this one, little thing that I do better than anyone elseâŠâ She purred, her provocative eyes and devilish grin spoke volumes.
I watched dumbfounded as she gracefully stood up from her chair across from my desk, she maintained eye contact with me as slowly and seductively strutted around to my side of the desk.
Her perfume was every bit as tempting and inviting as she was. As I sat entranced in my high back leather chair powerless to say anything, she leaned forward, holding up her slender frame up by the arm rests of my chair. She looked down at me with her beautiful, icy blue eyes and licked her lips in an unmistakably suggestive manner.
âWouldnât you like to know what that
thing
is, Mr. Sterling?â She teased. Her eyes were now focused on the impressively large bulge in my pants and she was moaning sultrily as she swayed her large, full breasts rhythmically in a semi-circular motion.