Special thanks to Peterpeck for his help with the guidance and edit
Paul Burns looked at the pile of paperwork on his desk and decided enough was enough, we're definitely getting an office manager. He had discussed the issue with his partner, Dale Rowe, on several occasions and they were in total agreement that an office manager would free up Paul to put his talents to better use, namely on site helping with construction. Partners Dale and Paul owned Cotswold Design and Construction; a successful building concern based just outside Oxford. They specialized in house extensions and more recently up market barn conversions and their geographical location had opened up some very lucrative doors.
The company had been trading for just over ten years and business was booming, but it had reached the point where it needed better organization, particularly on the administration and accounting side. The business had the man power and the skill sets, but the clerical aspect was taking up far too much of Paul Burns time. So the partners drew up a job description and fired it off to a few employment agencies.
There was no shortage of applicants for the job and after going through all the CV's, Paul and Dale narrowed it down to a short list of six people. Dale charged Paul with the responsibility of interviewing the candidates, a task he readily accepted.
"You know that's not my sort of thing. But try and get some decent eye candy for the office." Dale said in a joking manner, but beneath the levity Paul knew he was serious.
Paul allowed himself a full day for interviews allowing an hour for each candidate. The first two girls were in their early twenties but lacked management experience; they were basically call center staff looking to move up in the world. Admittedly, both would have fitted Dales requirement for eye candy as regard to looks, but Paul judged them to be incapable of the tasks required.
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A short drive from the office's of Cotswold Design and Construction, Karen Morris was putting the finishing touches to her make up. She checked her appearance in the mirror and smiled inwardly. Financially, the job wasn't essential to her lifestyle, but she felt the need to keep busy and from the job description sent to her from the agency it seemed right up her street. Plus she would be working in an all male environment, and that was something that really appealed to her.
Karen toyed with a button on her white satin blouse that was puckering. The creasing was caused by her large breasts that nestled sublimely in an expensive, white, half-cup balconette bra. The sensual item of lingerie did more than emphasise the size of her tits, it also compelled them to protrude authoritatively against the white satin of her blouse. She checked the mirror again and flicked open the button hoping to ease the creasing. Now there was too much cleavage on show. What the hell she thought, if you've got it, flaunt it.
Next, Karen ran her hands down the knee length, grey pencil skirt that fitted tight around her thighs and hips. She smoothed it down feeling the tell-tale bumps of suspenders beneath, her preference for holding up nylon stockings when she wore them. But sometimes, if her skirt was a little too short, she would go for sheer to the waist glossy tights. However, today stockings were her preferred choice of leg covering. Karen checked her appearance one more time and adjudged herself not bad looking for a woman of fifty five. She still enjoyed turning heads and that was her goal today. She had all the right qualifications for this job and the thought of working with a group of men added spice.
By the time Karen had driven to Oxford in her open-top Audi TT, she felt composed and ready for her job interview. She was stationary at traffic lights when a van pulled up alongside and a guy in a hi-viz jacket leaned out of the window and leered down at her. She made eye contact and smiled.
"Nice fucking tits lady." The young man in the cab called out. "What about giving me and mate here a tit wank?"
Karen stared back and winked in acknowledgment of the guy's assessment of her breasts, her mind flashing back to a couple of nights previous when she had picked up a young guy, roughly the same age as the one in the van, in a bar and took him back to her place. The size of his cock had delighted her and he had given her an enjoyable, satisfying fuck fest with him finishing off between her tits and shooting his cum over her face and neck. Karen sat waiting for the lights to change happily recalling the sensation of his hot come on her skin and the feeling of satisfaction following a very enjoyable fuck. Lost in her erotic daydreaming, Karen didn't notice the lights turn green until the car behind tooted angrily. She waved to the young man in the van and drove off.
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Sat behind his office desk Paul checked the CV of his next candidate, Karen Morris. It detailed her experience as office manager at a large local private school where she was also in charge of building maintenance administration; on paper she looked like a good candidate. There was a knock on the door and a man's head showed.
"There's a lady to see you, boss. Says her name is Karen Morris." Paul got to his feet and told him to show her in.
They say first impressions count and as Karen walked in Paul heard a voice in his head saying, 'please be qualified for this job and ready to start quickly.' She was a stunner, not Dale's idea eye candy of someone young and slim admittedly, but certainly Paul's preferred choice of someone mature with lots of curves and so far Karen was ticking all the right boxes for him. He offered Karen a seat and returned to his side of the desk to consult the questionnaire he'd compiled, but right from the off he struggled to stick to his written list.
Paul thought Karen looked not only the epitome of an office manager, but also as sexy as fuck with her hair perfectly styled and make-up flawlessly applied. He checked Karen's date of birth on her CV and was shocked to discover he was a decade out on his assessment. Christ, he thought, she could easily pass for a woman in her early forties! Paul looked up from his list of questions in disbelief in and gazed across his desk at the woman opposite. She had obviously chosen the tight pencil skirt and heels as seductive weapons for this interview and they were having their required effect on him, especially the open top button of her satin blouse that offered a plunging neckline he found difficulty not staring at. And because of the nature of the blouse material there was a tantalising hint of her bra's outline -- the perfect 'office' look Paul thought.
Karen was aware of the effect she had on men and she saw how Paul Burns was looking at her at the moment. Yes, she said to herself, I'm going to enjoy working here.
