The Senator's Wife Needed A Personal Assistant part one.
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Chapter one.
My name is Emmy Bash. I am from Vancouver Island, British Columbia, Canada. I am tall, six foot three and I played volley ball for the University of Washington Huskies. I also played for the Canadian Olympic team. I graduated with a degree in business management. I took a lot of literature classes, Russian and comparative literature as well.
I was able to develop some opportunities to model in the United States from Seattle to San Francisco and a little bit in New York. I love my parents Thomas and my stepmom Ginger and my mom Eileen is not in my life now. My dad played basketball for the University of British Columbia and is six foot nine and black, while my mom is red headed and a former actress.
I have light skin, with freckles on my face and breasts. My hair is black and mostly I straighten it. I recently broke up with my boyfriend of some six years. Honestly, he dumped me.
I played part of one season and was hanging for the second season of club volleyball in Almeira, Spain which is located in the Andalusia province on the Mediterranean coast. I learned how to speak Spanish really fast and I was there for the end of the last season and stayed over because the new season practicing and everything was just three months out and Seattle to Almeira is an easy trade.
Christmas parties and laying on the beach was the most fun I've ever had. I snap chatted with Kevin, (ex bf) but he had always been sort of lame always kind of it be my responsibility to make it all work and well I stopped. I was in a condo with two of my teammates, owned by the club owners which was a family winery.
We mostly clubbed either all three of us or two of us, never alone, no bring anyone back to the condo. No boys, just men and once in a while couples. Stay overs at homes and villas. Rides in Maserati sedans and sports cars, Ferraris.
For a couple of weeks I was with this fifty year old guy and he owned me, I thought I knew about sex and well he showed me I did not.
The winery his family owned Bodega Gutierrez Colosia is very old, almost two hundred years old. His home was maybe older stone and tile and vineyards surrounding it. There were servants, maids, cooks, mechanics. He ran the vineyard operation, I think.
He said one night, "Emmy I am going to teach you how to be a woman, "this is after he destroyed me with his fingers, fists and dick, tender and rough. I had passed out while he came in my ass, which I now could not get enough of his dick there.
In the morning I woke up to some movement in our bed (I be thinking I'd established some ownership rites) and I heard Jose moaning and what sounded like a very sloppy blow job. I sat up in bed and there was this utterly voluptuous Spanish woman swallowing all nine inches of Alejandros' very thick curved dick while licking his ball sack with her face buried in his pubic hair. Not something I knew how to do.
I guess I owned nothing at all, not the bed and not his dick. I was thinking how I was going to get back to Almeira from here, maybe fifty miles away. I was actually crying as I scooted away from them. My dress was on the floor. I picked it up and ran from the bedroom and downstairs and out the door.
The driveway was paved stones and then after a while it was packed dirt and I heard a truck coming and it was a vineyard truck and I waved at them to stop. I asked them if they were going to Almeira and they said yes and away we went. I got off a block from our condo and I ran home and rang the buzzer. I had no phone nor my keys.
The intercom buzzed and I said, "It's me Emmy."
I got in and they were both drinking coffee and watching E Networks. Estelle said,
"You don't look so good Emmy, "and raised her eyebrows.
I told them about Alejandro and last night and I said, "I love him. But I feel so dirty. I haven't forgot that I hooked up a lot, but I felt so wonderful, he took me, he was strong and big, I thought about children. I'm so fucking stupid."
Francella said, "My mama taught me that a man can be good and bad both and many other things, a good father, lover and money maker. She said more too. They will always cheat and you probably will too. My papa, she said had many affairs, but was discrete, his friend's wives, his brother's wives. He sired many other children both my cousins and other men's children."
"That sounds horrible," I said, "although going on, "my mother was an actress in Hollywood for several years, small parts, commercials, zombie movies. She had to fuck agents and producers. This is before my parent's got married.
They broke up when I was ten, because my dad met my step mother Ginger. Turns out when my mom was in Hollywood she had parts in a dozen porn films, with Holly Body and Peter North and John Holmes. She did not tell dad and he found out which is why he met Ginger."
Francella said, "Is your mother black?"
I said, "No she has red hair and is really big, " I grabbed my tits and everyone laughed, I continued, "Dad is really tall and black and Ginger screams a lot."
I said, "I have to go down to the auditorium and get a new key. I'm going to clean up and do that."
The shower felt good. I guess I just learned that what Francella's mom said is probably very true, they're dogs, men that is, some you need others not so much.
I needed to get some underwear, bras especially. I put on an old ratty one and a black thong and an Almeira tee shirt and basketball shorts and some UW basketball shorts.
The auditorium was three blocks away and after walking there I noticed a truck was in the opening for deliveries and I went in and found my way to the office.
There was a tall middle aged woman dressed in a haute couture black and white very tight, form fitting dress and five inch stilettoes her back was turned to me. She had exquisite legs and in profile her face was stunning.
