I run a small-but-very-lucrative commercial real estate company in an upscale Midwestern town. I say small because it's a two person operation - just me and my secretary/office manager.
Her name is Donna, and she might be the best secretary in the Midwest. First of all, she's extremely smart, incredibly organized, and a very hard worker. Secondly, she's a flat-out beautiful and sexy single women: 26 years old, blonde hair, blue eyes, angel face, big, full, firm, perfect 38-D breasts, a nice ass, and a killer body. Thirdly, she likes to flaunt her looks and she has an outgoing, flirty personality that draws men to her like moths to a bright light - which is a valuable commodity because most of my clients are men.
And lastly - and best of all - she fucking loves sex. I wouldn't say that she's a nymphomaniac, but she's damn close. And she was often willing to engage in sex in exchange for what we called "special performance bonuses", which was basically money for sex with customers and clients,
Like my regular Monday morning $200 blow jobs for instance (which are so good they're a bargain). Or fucking the landlord for discounts on rent (which we split). Or "entertaining" big money clients and developers over dinner and drinks and...whatever happens. Or "sealing the deal" with a reluctant buyer of a 7 figure warehouse building.
In other words, she was a terrific asset to the company. And she was handsomely rewarded for her work. I paid her $75K a year (not counting bonuses), plus use of a company-paid-for Lexus, and an apartment in a ritzy high rise. Plus all the sex she wanted. So it was truly a "win-win" proposition.
She did a lot special performance "entertaining" of clients at our office. And one day, after a minor disagreement about the size of her bonus, she suggested that I install hidden video/audio cameras around the office so that I could see what she did and "fairly compensate" her for her efforts. Which sounded like a reasonable idea to me (not to mention the fact that I acquired a hell of a video library).
So that's what I did. I hired a company to install state-of-the-art voice and motion activated equipment to record whatever happened in our office. And reviewing it quickly became one of my favorite things to do.
Like two weeks ago, for example. A good old boy from Alabama named Junior Sample came to the office to discuss buying a large commercial building I had listed to open a call center. And from the minute he got there until he left, he was more interested in talking about Donna than talking about the building.
"Damn, Joe," he said at one point, "Your secretary is one fine looking woman. Are them titties real?"
"Yep". .
"How the hell can you work around that every day? You must be tappin' it on the side. Right?"
"Uh. Let's just say that we're familiar with each other and leave it at that".
"You lucky dog, " he said. "How 'bout I get right to the point, Joe. Does she ever "date" your customers?"
"Yeah. Occasionally."
"Well shit fire," he said. "If you can arrange for us to hook up for a little fun and games it sure would make my decision to buy that building a lot easier. If you get my drift."
"I get your drift, Junior. Let me talk to her and I'll get back to you. Okay?"
"Great. I'm in town for two more days. Room 716 at the Hilton. I'll be waiting to here from you."
Then he left. and on his way out he stopped at Donna's desk for 10 minutes and chatted with her about what a sexy and beautiful women she was.