I began working with Ms Blake about 18 months ago. It's a fairly straightforward job, a little hectic at times, but what job isn't? Not only did I work daily for her, but there were times when I went beyond the call of duty, not that I minded that in the slightest! She's a thoughtful employer and paid me more than the going rate for any overtime that I did, and it wasn't as if she didn't appreciate the effort I put in - I knew that she did by the small gifts of flowers, chocolates or CDs that she would occasionally present to me all expensively wrapped!
She is a busy single mother working in her father's global haulage, removal and storage business and switched from being at the headquarters to working from home whenever she felt like it. Basically she has free reign in the hours she works. I guess I'm probably her personal assistant, but as I haven't any qualifications or had the experience of working for anyone else in that way, the title of P.A. was not officially given to me. Sometimes though, when she introduced me to clients she would refer to me as being her 'right-hand' girl. I would inwardly smile whenever I heard her say it, and I think she knew that too because her eyes would glance over at me with a twinkle.
I've worked a few jobs before and when Ms Blake first spoke to me I was on one of the many reception desks at the business. I guess in a way she had poached me from her father! She overheard me talking to one of my colleagues as I wrote a scribbled note onto a pile of papers. I was telling them that I loved the job, but wished there was more to it than just sitting behind the desk. I wanted something that incorporated a change of scenery now and then. I'd only been there 8 months and already felt the signs of tedium working their way through me.
When I grabbed the papers and stood up, Ms Blake was standing on the other side of the counter smiling. I went to apologise to her, knowing that she was the boss's daughter, although I wasn't sure why I felt the need to apologise, after all, it wasn't her I worked for, but she interrupted me thank god! I knew that if she hadn't I would have just stammered and beamed a shade of crimson. She simply said, "I'll see what I can do..."
And here I was, 18 months later, working alongside her, and it was definitely a change of scenery!
Ms Blake was 43, although to look at her you'd never have thought it. She had flawless skin that required only minimal make-up and her hair was a mass of dark spirally curls that bounced over her shoulders and swayed from left to right as she walked. She was about 5ft 9 in her black patent heels and when she wore her black skirts she always accompanied them with stockings that had the black seam running down the back of her legs.
She mainly wore knee length skirts, but sometimes she wore skirts that were a little higher, and on those occasions I've noticed her lace stocking tops show as she sat down, crossed legged, on her big soft-cushioned leather chair! She wears a variety of colours where her fitted shirts are concerned and she seems to like having her cleavage teasingly noticeable. Her blouses are never buttoned above where her two soft and abundant mounds sumptuously meet! When you're relatively close to her you can practically see the swell of those luscious fleshy breasts.
She separated from her husband when their daughter, Harriett, was 6 years old. Harriett is now 15 and regularly goes to stay with her dad at weekends or during the school holidays. She loves going to visit him as he spoils her rotten. It's all shopping, parties and sleepovers, but when she's at home with her mum there is more of a routine, with her education being the priority over the shopping etc! I tend to be her chauffeur when she goes to her friends or wants to go shopping. It's not unusual for me to be seen in Ms Blake's luxurious Mercedes ferrying half a dozen gossiping, giggling teenagers to and fro their shopping haunts and each other's houses for weekend sleepovers!
I had just turned 27 when I began to work for Ms Blake, and at 28 now, I'm also single, and have been for a while now. My life probably revolves around Ms Blake 24/7, and you can bet your life that any free time I do have will more than likely end up with her calling me up on my mobile if she can't reach me at home. I'm basically on call, whatever time, day or night, but I like that. I don't know what it is, and I wouldn't do it for anyone else, but I enjoy being at her beck and call. My friends and family all sarcastically mention that I spend more time with Ms Blake than with them. And they're not wrong!
I've always admired her. She's strong, confident and assertive, without being aggressive or bolshy with it, and she has always been caring and considerate towards me - always likes to know what I've been up to on the rare days or nights that I'm not with her. The last couple of months though she has haunted my thoughts as I've slipped into bed -- nothing major, but the first thing I see in my mind as I close my eyes is Ms Blake!
This is a fairly new thing for me as I've never been attracted to a woman before. I can appreciate their bodies, the curve of their hips, the shape of their breasts, and the roundness of their bottoms, but I've never thought about kissing or touching a woman. I've had boyfriends in the past, but the relationships amounted to nothing more than a year, and thinking back, they weren't 'that' fulfilling, as if something was missing! The thoughts of her don't scare or repulse me because I ashamedly get a certain pleasure from thinking about her - I become warm and tingly inside - so I guess it's a fear of unknown territory that panics me a touch.
I have managed to push my thoughts aside when daylight comes around and I'm back in the real world, working alongside her... or at least I think I do!
Ms Blake, as far as I know, has only had a couple of liaisons with men since the break-up of her marriage, but I definitely know that she hasn't had anyone since I began working for her, unless of course she brings them back here when I'm not around, or she goes to them on her occasional nights out. She certainly hasn't given off the vibe that she is into women, although I probably wouldn't notice that and she hasn't given me any reason to think that anyway!
Her office in the house is situated on the ground floor and is quite a large room. It's airy and light, with a heavy looking desk against the wall underneath the window. She loves to sit there and gaze out onto the gardens. I'm sometimes in her office and my desk is on the far wall and if I'm not there I can be found in the smaller room, just across the foyer of the house. This is where a few small-ish filing cabinets are, plus also a portable TV, stereo and a tiny kitchen area. On the small worktop sits a mini-bar, and limited space to make tea, coffee or whatever she wants and this room is sandwiched between a small bathroom and the games room.
The house is spatial with plenty of rooms on the ground floor alone. As I said, it boasts a games room with a full size snooker table and dart-board and back across the foyer, adjacent to her large office is the room that I love. It has two huge plasma screens on the wall, each one wired up to speakers that connect through the house. Video games, DVDs and CDs line the shelves, and the two corner suites with oversized soft cuddly cushions make the room into one hell of a chill-out zone!
When Harriet is home, she and her friends tend to hang out in there, do their homework, or watch MTV and do whatever else teenage girls do -- mainly shriek a lot, but when the room is vacant I occasionally relax in there with the lights dimmed and soft music all around me. Ms Blake will sometimes come in for a quick chat, but rarely stays longer than she has to.
Tonight was one of those nights. Harriet was at a friend's house for the night. Apparently they had to finish a project off that had to be handed into school tomorrow. I'd spent the majority of the day in the office, and as the day wore on I longed to lounge in the tranquillity of that room for an hour before I would leave to go home.
I had just sat down when Ms Blake wandered in. I looked up, and was completely taken aback. She looked stunning - dressed in black leather trousers, black boots that were laced up at the front from her ankles to her knees, and she wore a soft leather corset-type garment which was laced at the front too. I had never seen her look so... captivating!
"What do you think, sexy or what?" She beamed a confident smile, whilst flicking her hair over her left shoulder.
I was speechless for a second or two, before I nervously stammered, "I'd go with... sexy... not that I'm attracted to women... but... yes, sexy!"
She raised an eyebrow and smiled, noticing my reaction. "Well, thank you Em, I'll take that as a huge compliment coming from someone who isn't attracted to women..." I fidgeted nervously on the sofa as a slight pause in conversation came between us, but as usual Ms Blake didn't leave it lingering for long. Somehow she knew how uncomfortable I get when she flusters me and I usually shut down verbally. I'm sure she gets a cheap thrill from it though! "You can stay here in the chill-out. I might want a ride home later, but I'm not sure... can you leave your phone on, just in case?"
"Yeah, no problem, Ms Blake, anytime!" I immediately answered, totally forgetting that I was meant to meet friends later in the evening.
