Chapter One - The Interview
The listing with the headhunter was pretty straightforward: PERSONAL ASSISTANT NEEDED, Must be dedicated, Work intimately with company president, Wide variety of responsibilities, Excellent pay, Many benefits, Long hours. That was it in a nutshell. All I wanted was the best person for the job. Someone to take care of the details, both business and personal, with which a successful businessman has to deal. I'm active in the community as well, charity functions and social and civic engagements dot an already hectic schedule. The person hired for this position would need to circulate comfortably in any of these areas. I knew going in that finding just the right individual was going to be difficult, but this was beginning to seem impossible.
My last appointment of the day was with an applicant that the agency was sending over. It hadn't been a particularly trying day, still I wasn't too keen on the idea of interviewing another sub par candidate. I was reviewing the resume the agency had faxed over and it didn't appear to have any glaring problems. On paper, Darla Padgett looked pretty good. As a matter of fact, she seemed a cut above the men and women who had been parading through my office. What I needed was an assistant who could hire an assistant, but if I had one, I wouldn't be looking for one would I? Boy, this was getting to me!
There was a knock on my office door and as it opened a crack, Jennie, the temp informed me that my five o'clock appointment was here. I motioned Jennie to show her in and told her that I wouldn't be needing her anymore that day, that she could take off, put the phone on night service and lock the door behind her when she left. She thanked me, showed Miss Padgett in and disappeared in a flash. In walked one of the most striking redheads that I'd ever seen, hair shoulder length, green eyes, and full lips. I guess I didn't hide my surprise very well, given the smile on Miss Padgett's face. Clearly, she was pleased by my reaction to her.
As I shook her hand and bade her to take a seat, I noticed her beautifully manicured long silver blue nails. Obviously, they were colored to match her gray business suit. Even at that, the cut of her suit fit her well. Snugly fitting her waist and hips, yet flaring open on top to reveal a diaphanous black blouse which covered a full bosom, stopping several inches above the knees exhibiting slender shapely legs. A pair of black pumps completed the outfit. In my estimation, the perfect attire for an interview with single male, desperate for a qualified assistant.
"Well, Miss Padgett, did you have any trouble finding us?" I began.
"Oh, call me Darla. No, Mr. Saunders, none at all." She replied, crossing those lovely legs.
"Doug is fine. Well Darla, I hope they filled you in at the agency as to what I'm looking for in an assistant."
"Yes, they were adamant about the dedication and loyalty you're interested in."
"And you think you possess those qualities?"
"Without a doubt."
I liked the confident way she presented herself. I've always found confidence to be very sexy. This was beginning to look more and more like the package I'd been searching for.
"I need someone to look after the details of my life. Make appointments, and then make sure I keep them. Arrange social events. See that I'm on time and that my commitments or met. Keep an eye out for me, watch my back. I need someone to be my right hand, to jump when I say jump. Can you give me that kind of devotion?"
"This is just the atmosphere I've been seeking. To aid a forceful, competent man. To contribute to the success of a man of vision, who knows what he wants and has the ambition to attain it. I want serve in whatever capacity that's needed."
The look in Darla's eye told me that she was sincere, but I wasn't sure of the other signals she was sending. Was I just imagining the sexual overtones or was that the message she was sending? Was this woman, half my age, really suggesting a more involved relationship? The mischievous glint in her eye told me that I wasn't fantasizing about the possibilities.
Darla leaned forward in her chair to make her point and said, "I'm prepared to serve you in any position you require. It's my nature to be subservient. Let me make it clear that I will do anything, anything to please you."
Now we were heading into an area which I'd never anticipated. Could she possibly mean 'anything'? How could I put this to the test without courting serious trouble? I knew she was waiting to be tested.
"I like the women who work for me to wear skirts or dresses whenever possible. It that a problem?" I asked, knowing I was treading on dangerous ground.
"Oh, no. Not a all. I love to show off my legs. Do you like them?" She answered moving the hem of her skirt up a few more inches.
"Why yes," I assured her, "Would you ever have a problem serving as my escort to formal social functions?"
Rising, Darla removed her jacket revealing the lacy brassiere beneath her sheer blouse. "Only if you think that I would look good in an evening gown." She teased.
We were plainly bound for less businesslike territory. The line had been crossed and there was no reason not to explore how far this might go. These opportunities are too rare to ignore. What the hell, why not jump in with both feet?
"What if I told you that you should never wear panties in the office?"
Darla's hands disappeared under her skirt and before I knew it, there was a pair of black lace panties on my desk.
Hands defiantly on hips, she repeated, "Anything!"
I picked up the panties from the desk and held them up in front of my eyes. I was not surprised to see the Victoria's Secret tag on them. There were also a few stray red pubic hairs visible on the crotch. I brought the crotch to my nose and inhaled the scent of Darla's sex. A smile spread across the full lips of their previous owner. I pocketed the panties and moved out from behind the desk. Positioning myself between Darla and the desk, I leaned back making no effort to conceal the lump which had developed in my crotch. While not fully erect, my cock was well on it's way to being in need of attention.
"I was wondering when we'd get around to my qualifications for the job," smiled Darla as she undid the buckle of my belt and unfastened and unzipped my trousers. "I see we have a situation here that needs dealing with. Let's see if Darla can't be of some assistance."
My trousers dropped to the floor and quickly my shorts had joined them. My cock began swelling to it's fullest, average in length, but quite thick. Immediately, Darla fell to her knees and began fondling my manhood.
"Mmmmm..., I think I know what is needed here," the redhead offered, "a little TLC, I think. Here, let's get you comfortable."
With that, Darla lifted my penis out of the way and began kneading and squeezing my balls, pulling them down from between my thighs and massaging them in her soft, expert hands. It felt wonderful to be attended to in such a caring way. The pressure on my balls increased little by little and then freeing a hand, Darla began stroking my dick firmly. Her hand was so soft and smooth that it felt as if my member was encased in satin.
Precum appeared on the head of my dick and the tip of her tongue quickly cleaned it away. I guess the taste of my precum made Darla hungry for more and she initiated a series of long, slow licks up and down the entire length of my shaft. Occasionally, she stopped to suck on my balls, drawing them into her warm mouth. First one, then the other, she bit gently on my sacs.
