That evening as Mandy lay in her bed she pondered over what Billy had told her he wanted her to do. It seemed quite easy, something that anyone could do, but for some reason, possibly because he had no real friends, he wanted her to do it.
Billy was in fact in deep trouble and facing the prospect of being sent back inside, this was something he wanted to avoid for obvious reasons. His probation officer had received a number of complaints from the other residents at the house about the way he was abusing his position by bullying them and making threats. Now Billy only had a month to go before his probation was up and he was a completely free man, so the prospect of being sent back when he was so close to freedom seemed extremely unfair.
His probation officer, Mr Roberts, was a doddering old fool who was due to retire in less than a years time. His paperwork skills were, to say the least, poor. Being very forgetful meant that he never seemed to know what he was doing from one day to the next, bad for Mr Roberts but quite useful for some of his more cunning crooks. Billy realised this and had long thought that this was something that he too could use to his advantage.
Now the only time that old Mr Roberts ever looks at any of the files he has on his many probationers is when he's due to see them for their 6 weekly review, so he wouldn't give Billy a thought until the day he was due to see him. This meant that if Billy could somehow get someone to access the old fools diary and remove his final appointment with him then he would be free of his probation long before Mr Roberts would ever realise that he hadn't seen him. By the time anyone would realise what had happened it would be too late to do anything about it and just go down as an administration error....Brilliant!
Now that someone was of course Mandy, and it was to be her for a very good reason. She of course couldn't understand why it needed to be her, it was something that anybody could do, but if that's what he wanted then who was she to refuse.
It was widely known amongst people that knew him that old Mr Roberts was a bit of a lecherous old pervert. There always seemed to be a position open for the role of his secretary, mainly because they never seemed to stay for more than a day or so. The trouble was he would always employ his secretary based on what she looked like and how young she was, qualifications didn't come into it. He had a simple rule, when it came to choosing between possible candidates always go for the one with the biggest tits.
Unfortunately for him however when you're a balding old fart and pushing retirement age then you find they don't much care for being constantly ogled. They also don't like it when suggestive comments are made towards them by such an ugly old creep who obviously hadn't a chance in hell of receiving a favorable response. But when you're an old man like Mr Roberts and you occasionally find yourself lucky enough to be shut in an office all day with a cock hardening young piece of skirt then it's pretty hard to control yourself.
The result of this was that usually within a day they would always leave, finding his company too uncomfortable. Some had even made complaints, luckily for the old man the general feeling amongst his superiors was to just give him a written warning. They felt that as he hadn't actually been accused of doing anything other than looking and passing the odd comment, and considering he had given many years good service and only had a short time to go then it would be unfair to dismiss him so late in his career. Had he been a handsome young man then probably nothing would have been said, it was just because he was old and not very pleasant to look at that it was felt he suffered these complaints.
You had to feel a little sorry for him, he couldn't help being old overweight and ugly, inside he was the same as every other man with urges and needs that he sadly could never fulfil. He couldn't resist a pretty girl, they would come and go often unaware of how unbearably hard it was for him to look but never touch, he felt it was cruel the way, he believed, they would almost deliberately tempt and tease.
Anyway a result of the complaints the lecherous old fool knew he was on his last chance and so had to try and control himself, not too hard to do when you can no longer get a female assistant anyway. Most of the employment agencies had stopped sending girls and wouldn't deal with him because of the numerous complaints.
Therefore Billy's reason for sending Mandy was obvious, With a reputation like Mr Roberts had he was certain to offer her the job straight away. Then she would be in a position to access his file and sort out his problem once and for all.
Mandy knew exactly what Billy wanted her to do, and so she took a few days off from her real job and went along to the offices where this man worked to ask for an interview. She figured that if she got the job and started straight away then she should be able to delete this diary entry within the first day or two at the most...easy!
She dressed herself smart for the interview in a pair of black trousers that were lovely and tight from the waist to the knee before flaring out from the knee all the way to the floor completely covering her four inch heels. Her gorgeous tight ass stuck out beautifully and the perfect fit of the trousers showed off the individual perfection of each gorgeous round cheek. Underneath she wore a tiny thong to avoid an obvious pantie line. On top she wore a brand new plain white t-shirt that hugged her as tightly as the trousers.
As she walked the long corridor towards the lone office at the far end she was blissfully unaware of the old mans reputation. Instead she was more concerned with how old and in bad condition the place seemed to be. Also as it was at the opposite end of the building to where most of the other offices were it felt a little creepy.
She soon found herself standing at the door and paused a moment to compose herself before she knocked.
She heard a deep grumbling voice come from inside the room but couldn't hear what it said, and so she knocked again.
"Come in come in," this time it was clearer and so Mandy quietly opened the door and stepped into the room.
As she entered she saw the old man sitting at his desk, he was looking down through the small round glasses perched on the end of his nose reading some papers on his desk. He didn't even look up as he grunted, "yes?" He assumed it was one of the clerks from upstairs come to collect something as they often did.
Mandy was a little puzzled and unsure of what to do. She gazed around the room, all the furniture was thick with dust and the place looked more like an antique shop than an office. As she looked at Mr Roberts she couldn't help but notice his balding head peppered with a few dirty looking scabs. He wore an old brown jacket that had seen better days, his shoulders seemed covered in flaking skin and dandruff and his tie had some obvious remnants of his last meal down the front. His shirt was probably once white but over the years it had faded to that dull grayish white and the collar seemed to have a ring of dirt around it where it rubbed on his spotty neck.
Mandy cleared her throat before speaking for the first time. "Erm...ex...excuse me sir."
On hearing a female voice that he didn't recognise he suddenly went from virtually ignoring Mandy to instantly giving her his full attention. He took his glasses from his face and sat back in his chair as he smiled at her through yellow tobacco stained teeth.
Mandy noticed his chubby red face was covered in spots and nasty scabs, some of the spots looked like painful boils, he obviously suffered from some sort of skin condition that left him pot-marked all over, it was either that or he simply never washed. He had huge bushy eyebrows with long thick hairs curling back against his forehead. His eyelids seemed to sag, so much so that the red flesh beneath his lower eyelids was exposed like one of those big old drooling dogs..
