Chapter 1 - Sam
I first noticed her when I was walking through the reception area. Maybe it was the fact that she was very attractive, and the way she glanced up from the magazine she was pretending to read. She looked at me, then dropped her eyes, then looked again. The second look was quick, a glance like a dog might give you when it is slinking away.
Now most women will look away when they feel a man's eyes on them. They know that to look back for more than a moment is an invitation to be approached. Her second, furtive look indicated an interest, and nervousness. It intrigued me, grabbing my attention and making me look at her more carefully.
She was a well preserved, middle-aged women, probably around 45 or 50. Her expensive-looking business suit and her general bearing signaled an upper middle class background. The open jacket to her suit revealed a pair of substantial breasts, which set high on her chest and greatly enhanced her femininity. It seemed to me that her blouse was a little tighter than it needed to be.
When I give a woman a second look I always check her legs and ankles. Slender calves and ankles whet my appetite for further exploration. This woman in her sheer stockings and four inch heels passed my inspection. I wondered what she was doing there.
My name is Sam, and I am the CEO and owner of my own advertising agency. I employee some twenty people—account executives, writers, artists, web site designers, and others—and we occupy two floors in a high rise office building in a large city. On this morning I had arrived as usual at about ten o'clock and was looking forward to interviewing a number of young ladies for the job as my personal assistant.
I had given specific instructions to Karen, my human resources manager, about the kind of person I wanted. My personal assistant had to be female, young, pretty, and above all accommodating to my every wish. Being rich and powerful meant little if you could not take advantage of the situation to indulge your passions. Karen was well aware of my sexual tastes, as she shared many of them. Her management position in my company was due in part to her willingness to play all sorts of sexual games with me.
The first thing I did on entering my corner office was to pick up the phone and call Karen. "Well, have you lined up some suitable applicants for me to interview today?"
"Well sir, I do have one that I think you will find interesting. In fact she is waiting in the lobby right now."
So the woman I had noticed was here to apply for my job. That was interesting, but somewhat surprising.
"Karen, I told you I wanted a young, exceptionally pretty assistant. I need an attraction like that to help me sign up new accounts."
"Trust me," said Karen in a conspiratorial tone. "This woman is pretty enough, and I talked with her a long time. Under your guidance I think she will please both you and your prospective clients, and maybe me as well."
Karen's implications were clear. "Umm.. tell me more," I said.
"Her name is Vicky. She was married to a successful businessman for twenty years and has never had to work. A month ago the guy ran off with his secretary. Vicky loves her large house and agreed to take the house in exchange for minimal alimony. Now she barely has enough money to buy food, let alone keep up the house."
"So, another bad luck story. What makes her so suitable as my personal assistant?
Karen laughed. "You know me. I got her to talk about her sex life, or lack thereof. Her husband never cared about her fantasies or her pleasure. She is highly sexed and frustrated, but thinks of herself as a good girl who should not need sex. I picked up on the signs; she is a latent submissive who is ripe for a strong man. You could be the one to break her in."
That thought brought me to instant hardness. Karen knew me so well.
"Ah, you little vixen," I said. "What makes you think she will submit to my outlandish tastes and behavior?"
"She is vulnerable—almost desperate. And I have laid the groundwork for you. I told her you would be a demanding, but fair boss, and if she were willing to obey you without question in all things you would take care of her and pay her well. When I said those things I could see her nipples get hard under her blouse."
Now Karen really had my attention. "I saw her in the lobby," I mused. "She does appear to have a good body."
"You bet she does. I could find you a sweet young thing who might look and feel better, but she would probably be hung up on her own attractiveness and not ready to let herself go the way you want."
"Why not?" I asked innocently. "You are a sexy, sweet young thing with a tight body and I can turn you into hot custard."
"I'm not all that young anymore," she laughed. "Remember my twenty-ninth birthday was last month. Besides I am an exception, and you got my number early on."
"Yea, but you have a killer body. I'm getting hard just thinking about you."
"Cool it big man. Go get Vicky and interview her. You can enjoy dominating her and still have me whenever you want."
"Okay. You convinced me. But I may want you to talk to her after my interview."
"No problem. I would enjoy that. Maybe I should stay late tonight so we can compare notes."
"It's a date," I said and hung up. My heart was thumping in my chest as I straightened my pants and left my office to go get Vicky.
Chapter 2 – Vickie
I can't believe I opened up so much during that interview with Karen. She had such a non threatening way of asking direct questions, and I guess I just need to talk to someone. In the past few months I have been so frustrated, sexually and every other way. I'll bet Karen has plenty of sex in her life, given that body of hers.
It was really interesting the way she seemed to empathize with my need to be in relationship with a strong man. That bastard I was married to for so long never treated me the way I craved. Mostly he did his own thing and let me do mine. I thought he had lost interest in sex completely, but then he ran off what that tart of a secretary. She's probably all looks and no passion. To hell with them both.
After my interview with Karen I had this strange feeling of excitement in my stomach. When that good looking man gave me such a frank appraisal in the lobby I wanted him to seize me by the hair and take me to his cave. It was embarrassing; I had to look away.
What's the matter with me? I am here for an interview, not a BDSM session. These old fantasies of mine don't have a place in this business environment. Besides I could never act on them anyway. I am an educated, sophisticated woman, not some man's toy. It would be so humiliating to be bossed around and made to do unspeakable things. Still...
I have to stop thinking about these things and get my mind back on preparing for the interview. My work experience is so thin, and I need this job so badly. How am I going to convince this man that I would be a good personal assistant?
Chapter 3 – Sam
I returned to the lobby and walked right up to her. "Hello Vickie. My name is Sam and I understand you are applying for the position of my personal assistant. Please follow me to my office so we can get acquainted."
Vickie seemed surprised when I introduced myself as the one looking for a personal assistant. She obviously remembered me as the guy who had given her the once over earlier.
"Oh, yes sir. I am pleased to meet you," she said as she rose and hurried after me. I walked rapidly down the hall to make her struggle to keep up. It was part of my plan to put her off balance and break through her prime and proper façade.
"Here we are," I said, moving behind my desk. My office was huge and included a large, high table that I used to spread out brochures and ads we were working on. It had sturdy, chrome legs and a top of thick black glass. Several padded, adjustable height stools were pushed up against the table.
I spoke to Vickie. "Bring one of those stools over in front of my desk and take a seat. I like to see all of a person when I interview them, and my desk gets in the way when they sit in regular chairs."
