John Mitchell had found his dream job.
It almost seemed too good to be true, serving as a personal assistant to a female entrepreneur that produced videos made to help people win at poker.
She had earned her money in various ways over the years, one of them being a nationally-ranked poker champion.
The videos made a nice profit as well.
John drove his '82 Cutlass Ciera to 452 Cedar Hills Court, in a posh section of Chittenden, Vermont.
There was an intercom at the gate.
He rang the bell and waited for the gate to open.
"Is this the famous John Mitchell?" kidded the voice at the other end, obviously that of Ms. Katherine Fairfax.
"It is," he clarified.
She buzzed him in.
Even the driveway was a long, long, winding trip.
"Jesus, this chick is loaded," he pondered.
Huge, plush, green lawns lined the outer edges of the driveway.
He parked his car out front and was greeted not only by Katherine, but all three of her daughters.
Mary Ellen, age 27, was her oldest. Sue, age 25, the middle child, and Paige, age 23, was the youngest.
All three were gorgeous, blonde-haired beauties, just like their mom.
John immediately noticed that Katherine, dressed casually in a pair of tight-fitting khaki pants and a red sweater top, had quite a nice caboose, big and round.
'Keep your mind on the job. That's your boss,' he thought to himself.
The four of them greeted John warmly and they all headed inside.
Katherine gave John a quick tour of the house, which is where he would be spending all of his time.
Talk about the ultimate work-from-home setup. It was an eight-bedroom house, just about what you would refer to as a mansion. The offices were downstairs, and John's provided a nice view of the spacious, in-ground swimming pool.
There was a resident cook and a maid.
"There is a fifth member of our family," Katherine informed her new employee, "and that is Abraham."
"He is such a sweetheart," Mary Ellen quickly chimed in.
"He is a wonderful person and I can't wait for you to meet him," Katherine gushed. "Right now, Abraham is working at the bowling alley, preparing for the next Special Olympic competition."
"Great," John said happily.
"We just love him. We sponsored Abraham for a tournament some five years back and we just fell in love with him," Katherine said as she casually took a seat at the kitchen table. "Soon after, he moved in with us and now works as our landscaper."
"Terrific," John said.
"He'll probably be home around six," Sue said offhand as the three daughters began to head out for the day.
"Well, but I think today he's gonna practice for a while after he's done work," Katherine clarified.
"Practice, practice, practice," Paige said in an upbeat fashion.
"We had a big blowout for his 30th birthday last weekend," Katherine said with a laugh, "so we're all kind of recovering from that."
*****
Over the coming weeks, John quickly settled into his new job and dug the surroundings, as well as the company.
He often swam in the heated pool with Kat and her daughters.
He loved the sight of Kat in her sexy, two-piece swimsuit, which hugged her big ass quite wonderfully.
He also noticed she was very well-endowed. She seemed to like showing off her big bosoms any which way she could, especially in a tight bathing-suit top that barely concealed them.
"So, how do you like it so far?" she asked John sexily, as he felt an erection growing quite steadily in his swim trunks.
"It's good," he said easily.
"It's great, actually," he added.
"Yeah, we're pretty laid back here," she said in a sweet tone, floating aimlessly about on a deluxe, blue and white pool raft, complete with a drink holder.
*****
John was in his office working on one of the poker videos the day he met the famous Abraham.
Piles of VHS tapes surrounded John's cluttered desk.
There was a light tapping on the door, and the personal assistant was quick to answer it.
