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The Assistant

By: apmadox



I never liked giving orders. But the Chambers account was becoming a huge responsibility, and my boss made me hire an assistant. So I endured five forgettable interviews with mediocre applicants, just to keep up appearances. I figured I’d roll a die and pick one when I got to six.

Then she walked in.

The first thing I noticed was her glossy red hair. It fell past her shoulders, framing a heart-shaped face, gray eyes, and pouting lips. She wore a dark gray business suit that matched her eyes; the skirt cut a few inches above the knee. 

We shook hands. “Serena Hawthorne,” she said, introducing herself.

To make things more casual during the interviews, I had chosen not to sit behind my desk. We took chairs facing each other in a corner of my office. Unfortunately, that meant her legs were clearly in view when she sat down. She crossed them and her skirt immediately rode up to reveal half of her thighs.

I had always found very pale skin to be somewhat unattractive, because of the way it revealed the veins and blood underneath the surface. But Serena’s milky skin seemed flawless. Although I looked her in the eye, my view was out of focus. My consciousness was inexorably drawn to her legs and the black pumps that hugged her feet.

Normally I would start the interview with a brief introduction of the firm and the work associated with the Chambers account. However, the way my mind was working, I thought it would be better if I let her do the talking. “Ms. Hawthorne, why don’t you tell me what qualities you bring to the position of administrative assistant, keeping in mind that you would be working for a marketing executive.”

“Well, I have been in marketing for three years since I graduated from college.” Her voice was throaty and deep for a woman. “At Hanson, Eads, I handled two major accounts as an admin assistant. I have that reference right here.” She handed me a letter.

I glanced over it, my eyes flickering discreetly from the paper to her legs. She was well built, not fat at all. Her calves had a fine curve, and her thighs were solid.          

“But you’re considering leaving Hanson, Eads?”

“Yes, I want more responsibility. I’m looking for more of a leadership position.” She uncrossed her legs and switched. I couldn’t miss the sight. Her legs were magnificent. “Do you mind if I take off my jacket, Mr. Brandon?”

“Sure.” It was a hot day outside. I tugged at my collar.

She wore a plain white blouse underneath. The top button was undone, exposing her throat. I could just see the outline of her bra underneath, and the swell of the breasts it embraced. Her skin was like porcelain.

“You understand that you’d be working under me. I guess I’m concerned that you might find yourself in a similar position to the one you have at Hanson. Although I am willing to give you as much responsibility as you can handle, this is another assistant job.”

Serena nodded. “I’m looking at a other jobs. I interviewed down the street at Reynolds last week. That’s an entry-level associate position. I want to consider all of my options.” Her shoe dangled from her foot as she flexed it.

“I see. Well. Oh… have you ever had a difficult work situation with a colleague or superior? And, if so, how did you handle it?”

“Mmm… One of the men I worked under at Hanson used to make passes at me all the time. Brush up against me, make sexual innuendos, you know, that sort of thing.”

“What did you do?”

“I confronted him in a private place. I told him that working with me could either be a pleasant experience or a very uncomfortable one. After that, we never had a problem again.”

I raised an eyebrow. “That was the end of it?”

“Well, I was holding his testicles at the time. But yes, he was extremely polite after that.”

“I can’t believe you would do that to your boss.”

“Usually, I get along well with people. But I learned that sometimes you just have to take control of a relationship. He could have fired me, or disciplined me, but he didn’t because he wanted me badly enough. I do good work.

“He was sort of like you,” she continued, uncrossing her legs and standing up. “Just a little more forward. Always leering at me, obsessed with what I was wearing under my clothes.”

“I… I think you have the wrong idea, Ms. Hawthorne.”

She walked towards me, her hips swaying, and her eyes locked on mine. My gaze dropped as she began to raise her skirt.

“Really, Mr. Brandon? You haven’t been trying to look up my skirt for the past ten minutes?”

“No.” I said, hastily focusing on her face again. “Ms. Hawthorne, this is completely inappropriate. I’m going to ask you to leave.”

She stood in front of my face. Whatever fragrance she wore was subtly sweet, like apricots. Its heady odor filled my nostrils, and began to have an effect on me. She ran a pale finger along my jaw.

“Ask me, then,” she said softly. “If you want me to leave.” She pulled the hem of her skirt up to her waist, and my vision was filled with her pantied crotch. A black silk thong. I imagined I could smell her wetness.

I said nothing. I was frozen. If I thought she was playing games with me, I would have thrown her out myself. But this was no game.

“Or is this what you want?” She nodded at her pussy. “You’ve been looking for it for some time now.” She spoke in a low voice, drawing my head gently down into her groin. “Look closer.”

My nose butted against her panties. She rubbed it up and down her slit – I felt her lips through the smooth fabric. “That’s it,” she coaxed, placing a hand in my hair.

I moaned unconsciously in response. Ashamed, I silenced it, and it came out as a whisper, a silent breath of desire. Her scent – the perfume and her womanhood - was overwhelming, intoxicating. 

I don’t know how long she stood there, urging me on, rubbing my willing face into her pantied pussy. But eventually she backed away and went to the door, locking it.

“Why don’t you show me just how much responsibility you are willing to give me, Mr. Brandon? Or can I call you Gerald?”

I stood up and undid my tie. My cock was straining against my pants. “Gerald is fine.”

She slid off her pumps and approached me again. As I moved to kiss her, her hands pressed on my shoulders, softly pushing me down to my knees. She kept pushing, more firmly as I hesitated. I was unsure what she wanted. She guided me into a prone position on my back, and sat, straddling my crotch. I glanced at the door. There was a window next to it, but it was thick glass. If someone looked through it, all they would see were indistinct shapes. “The window,” I said.

She drew my head back to lock eyes again with her. “Don’t worry,” she said simply. Her hand glided from my temple to my lips. I opened them automatically, and she slid her finger inside my mouth. I sucked on it gently. She never seemed to look anywhere but straight into my eyes. Her pussy ground slightly on my throbbing cock.    

Pulling her finger away and tugging up her skirt again, she rubbed her covered cunt. Then she brought her hand back to my mouth. Her fingers went back and forth until I smelled and tasted her warmth on them. Then she slid her hand into her panties, fingering herself slowly. When she drew her hand out again, she anointed the tip of my nose with her juices, before she thrust into my mouth again. 

“Do you want more?” 

I nodded. 

“Tell me you want more.”

“Give me more of your pussy.” I said, without hesitation. “Please.”

Standing up, she yanked her panties down, over her legs and off her feet. Then she sat back down on me, this time on my chest. Her bare pussy was right in my face. It was trimmed very close, covered with bristles of her burnt orange hair.  My mouth fell open instinctively. Serena hunched forward, held up my head, and presented her pussy to my questing tongue. I ran it over her lips and flicked it up and under the hood of her clit. 

“I see there are… benefits to this position I was not aware of, Gerald,” she breathed heavily.

It was a strain on my neck to reach my tongue so high. I put my hands on her hips and scooted her further forward, until she straddled the bottom half of my face. My nose pressed into the hardened nub of her clit. There was a time for finesse, and this was not it. My tongue pushed up inside her, lapping up the pungent juices that now flowed copiously from within.

She rocked slowly back and forth upon me, her fingers digging in my hair. When I looked up at her, her eyes had finally closed. Her back arched, and her breath came more quickly.

My nose was actually inside her wetness. I was afraid that if I inhaled, I would drown. But part of me didn’t care. My entire universe was this incredible woman’s cunt. She rocked backward and my nose emerged briefly from under her clit. I sucked in a deep breath before I was covered again, and again. Finally she rode me through a climax, grasping my head tightly. I felt her pussy make a wet sound, like a little dam breaking, as she gushed over my face. She backed up, and I gasped for air. 

She caressed my head, looking down at me again. Reaching behind her, she stroked my aching cock through my pants.

“There was a time when it would have been me lying on an office floor with a soaked face,” she said, softly, her eyes heavy-lidded. Her face was flushed. “I was a plaything for good-looking guys like you.”  

“What happened?”

“I realized I had to take control. I wasn’t furthering my career. I wasn’t even getting off. I didn’t know how much power I had until I learned to take advantage of it.” She unzipped and unsnapped me, drawing out my erection.

“Oh,” she said. I could tell she was pleased with what she found. 

She reversed herself upon me, straddling my face again so that she looked towards my feet. My nose pressed against her ass, and my tongue sought out her cleft again. This time I could breathe, and I inhaled the buttery scent of her rosebud. Serena stroked my dick, jerking it deftly with both hands. 

“Suck it,” I mumbled, mouth full of pussy.

“Are you kidding? I hardly know you,” she said, scooting forward so that her asshole was over my tongue. Somehow, it all made sense to me as I rimmed her obediently and worked my tongue into her anus. These things took time, I told myself. 

She shifted back and forth, and I loved her ass and pussy equally. But she kept stroking me and I became sloppy as I got close. I mouthed her haphazardly and gripped her hips tightly, giving myself to her. I groaned underneath her ass, coming hard. Serena squeezed my dick expertly, so that most of my cum shot onto the floor instead of drooling on my clothing. She lifted herself off of me and fed me the remnant of my semen from the side of her index finger. 

Serena stood up, and went over to my chair, pulling it out slightly from the desk. Those commanding eyes transfixed me again, as she sprawled in the chair, legs spread and pussy exposed. “Come here,” she said, gesturing to the space underneath my desk.

I shook my head, “No - I can’t do that. I have to stop.”

“Gerald, you’ve been eating me out for the past thirty minutes. What’s the problem?”

“That’s just it. It’s been too long. Someone might come looking for me,” I said, getting to my feet.

“Listen. Do you want me to have this job?”

“Yes. I mean, you’re the best. The best… everything.”

“Then you’re going to have to trust me,” she said. “I will work my ass off; I will make you look damn good, and I will protect our secret. But you have to give me what I want, which is, first and foremost, your obedience. When a promotion comes up, you’d better support me for it.” She rubbed her fingers along her slit. It glistened. It winked at me. “And right now you’d better see if your tongue can touch my cervix.”

I looked at the door. I looked back to her beckoning cunt. Before I could make a conscious decision, my feet were taking me to my desk and the space underneath it. By the time I kneeled there, though, I had made up my mind. This confident, daring woman had enthralled me, and I wanted nothing more than to be under her control.

Serena pushed herself forward to sit properly at the desk, her legs pressed against my ears. I began by lapping the insides of her thighs and her outer lips, wherever I could find the flavor of her juices. Then I delved in, fucking her with my tongue. I pushed in as far as I could go, my nose deep within her cunt. The only difference from when she was sitting on me was that now I was doing the work. I pushed just as far, and thrust my tongue inside her repeatedly, until I ran out of air. I held her ass to pull myself in further, and then pulled out, gasping for breath, and teasing her clit.  Her hand fell to its place on the top of my head, a gesture of possession that I craved. I looked forward to spending a lot of time in this office, on my knees and on my back.

I lost track of time. Or, it would be more accurate to say I no longer cared about time. 

Until I heard a knock on the door. I knew I would be caught. But I couldn’t stop eating her. Resigned, I fell back to lapping, until I realized she would have to get up to unlock the door. She went to open it.

“Hi. Uhh… where is Mr. Brandon?” It was my boss, Samuels.

“Oh, he stepped out to get me some Human Resources material. I think the interview is going well.” Serena sat back down at my desk.

“Oh,” Mr. Samuels said, with a trace of uncertainty.

“I’m sorry about the door. I had to adjust my clothes. No one told me where the washrooms are,” she said.

“Of course. Why are you sitting at his desk? 

“He told me to make myself comfortable…” She rubbed her foot in my lap. “You know, I really think I’m going to like this job!” 

“Well, if he thinks you’re the best for the position, I’ll be happy to sign you on. Gregory Samuels.”

Serena got up again to make his acquaintance. Then I heard the door close and, a few seconds later, the click of the lock. I started to get up, but she was back before I could crawl from under the desk. She tugged her skirt up and thrust my face back into her sopping pussy, muffling my stillborn protests. “Quick,” she said.

Evidently, the risk excited her. It didn’t take long before she was convulsing over me and coming on my face again. For a moment, both of us sat there, catching our breath.

“You’ve earned these,” she said. The wet, balled-up panties were still in her hand. She stuffed them in my breast pocket and stood up on shaky feet.

“Umm… I guess that concludes our interview,” I said, wiping my face. Her scent clung to me everywhere, as if she had marked me. It even seemed to be inside my nostrils. There was a large, damp spot on the front of my shirt. I was going to have to bring a change of clothes to work from now on.

Serena straightened her suit and picked up her portfolio. Then she came over to me, still sitting on the floor, and gave me a soft, lingering kiss on the forehead. Her sweet-smelling hair fell around my head like a protective shroud. Then she walked out.

Minutes later, as her juices dried on my face, I was typing up a glowing report for my new assistant. 

The Assistant



Vanessa Perry sipped coffee from her mug as she looked out at the summer sun rising over Philadelphia. The forty-year-old executive sighed deeply as she reflected back on her life. She had grown up the youngest daughter of an extremely wealthy family. She had dreams of growing up, falling in love and getting married, like her four siblings before her. However, as she watched their families evolve before her eyes, it became clear that that was not the life she wanted to lead. So she left her small suburban home, made her way through college (relying on minimal financial assistance along the way) and spent the next fifteen years working her way to the top of one of the most prestigious medical research companies in the country.

All her corporate success had come at a significant cost to her personal life, however. She had been in a couple relationships, to be sure, but they never amounted to anything of substance, more due to her absorbing herself in her work. Now that she actually had some free time to focus on them, she was beginning to feel those sexual urges that she should have been feeling a long time ago. But the singles scene was absolutely dead; most of the men she met were either way out of shape (working out had been the only leisure activity she allowed herself, and only because the building she worked in had a company gym); wrapped up in their own careers, as she had been; or had any other of a number of issues that were common in men her age.

To hopefully bring an end to her problem, she put an employment ad in the newspaper for a "personal assistant." She envisioned that whoever she found qualified to fill the position would be young, extremely good looking, intelligent, and an all-around gentleman. All the applications she received, however, proved her wrong. There were some that were attractive enough, but had no education; then came the smart but ugly ones. Day after day of sifting through packet after packet convinced Vanessa that she would never find the solution to her problem.

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Astacio Vega pulled the classified section out of his morning paper. Having just finished college, he was looking for a job that could make use of his newfound skills, or at least pay the bills until he found one. He had been searching for a couple days now when he stumbled across a position for a "personal assistant." The ad read: "'WANTED: PERSONAL ASSISTANT' Position available for personal assistant to V. Perry, CEO, LifeTech Industries. Applications must be requested in person at: LTI Center City Field Office, 16th and Chestnut, 17th floor. Pay starts at $2500/wk."

Astacio couldn't believe it. He'd wanted to work at LifeTech ever since he was in high school. Although it wasn't quite a position that he'd ever envisioned taking, it would get him inside the company at least. He continued reading, and that's when things got weird: "Applicants must be physically fit, attractive men between the ages of 21 and 27, and must submit at least two (2) 5x7 photographs with their application. Other requirements to be explained during interview." What kind of position was this where the core requirements were one's looks? And just what did they mean by "other requirements?" Then again, if that were the case, Astacio wouldn't have any problems at all: he had served four years in the Army, where his physique had gone from wimp to ripped, and he took perilous care to maintain it. He figured, what the hell, one more job application wouldn't hurt.

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After only two weeks of running her ad in the paper, Vanessa was at her wit's end. None of the applicants so far resembled anything close to what she was looking for. Then her secretary Emily knocked at the door.

"Come in."

"Miss Perry, you got another applicant. This one decided to drop his packet off personally."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. I can't say much, but I will say this: if you don't at least give him an interview, you may as well just shelve this whole thing."

Vanessa chuckled. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." She took the manila envelope from Emily and closed the door behind her as she left. Vanessa then sat down with the packet, and noticed that it was considerably heavier than any she'd previously received. She opened the envelope and read the application first. It said that the applicant was 25 years old, 6'3", 195 pounds, a former U.S. Army Biomedical Equipment Technician who had just received his Associate's degree in the same field. The vocabulary used in some of the personal question imparted his intelligence as well. She wasn't quite sold on this guy at that point, but what his words didn't say, his photos did. He had enclosed seven 8x10s with his application, some in his military uniform, some in street clothes, even one with no shirt on! She made two phone calls: one to the applicant to set up an interview, and the other to the newspaper to pull her ad!

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Astacio got home about half an hour after dropping his application off at LifeTech, and there was a message on his answering machine. He couldn't believe his ears when he played it back; it was Miss Perry from LifeTech asking him to call her secretary to arrange an interview! He immediately called back and set up a meeting at 7:30 dinner meeting. When asked where he should meet Vanessa, Emily told him that someone would be by his house to pick him up, citing security reasons. Astacio accepted that, figuring the job was his giving the quickness of the response.

That evening, 7:30 saw Astacio sitting out on his front porch waiting for his ride. At exactly 7:30, a black Mercedes pulled up in front of his apartment. This was a sight seldom seen in this part of the city, so Astacio knew it was for him. The back door opened, so he took that as a cue to sit there. Emily was waiting for him.

"Good evening, Mr. Vega."

"Good evening. So, where are we headed?"

"You'll see when we get there. In the meantime, I've been assigned to brief you as to the responsibilities of the position you're seeking." She had an unwavering professionalism to her, which is why Vanessa trusted her more than anyone else outside her family.

"Yeah, I've kind of been wondering exactly what it is that a personal assistant does anyway."

"Well, first off, tell me a little something: What do you know about Vanessa Perry?"

"She's the most successful woman in this city. She's the CEO of LifeTech, a biomed firm I've wanted to work at for the past ten years. She's originally from Upper Darby, but other than that, I don't know a lot about her personally."

"OK, no problem. That's where I fill you in. You see, you were right in that Miss Perry is an extremely successful woman. She's richer than 90 percent of the corporation heads in Philadelphia, and she also holds a great deal of political pull. She's also never been married, which is understandable; she didn't want to have to balance a family and her own ambitions. Now she's forty years old and quite lonely."

"I think I'm coming around here..."

"Miss Perry is a normal woman with normal physical needs, but since she doesn't have the time for a regular relationship, she decided to hire a young man to be her companion."

"OK, I get it now. She's going to pay me to sleep with her, and that's it?"

"Oh no, not at all. Although you will be having sex with her, your position as her personal assistant will entail traveling and dining together as well. Who knows, maybe once you get to know each other well enough, you may even help her out in the office."

"OK, I'm with you on all that, but I'm still up in the air about one thing: the 'other requirements' mentioned in the ad?"

"Calm down, we're getting there. Miss Perry is extremely driven to succeed, and like most driven people, her sex drive can at times be enormous!"

"Okay, she likes a lot of sex," Astacio replied, "so do I, what's your point?"

Emily shifted in her seat. "Well, much like any normal woman, Vanessa Perry is addicted to big cocks, and she has given me the, ummm, task, of measuring yours. Now, if you have any problems with that, I can have the driver take you back to your house right away, but if you want the job, then I'm gonna have to ask you to whip it out!"

Makes sense enough, Astacio thought as he unzipped his pants, letting his growing erection push its way through his fly. Emily was stunned; she'd seen a fair share of dicks in her twenty-eight years, but she had never seen one that big. She fumbled around in her bag for a few moments before producing a tape measure. She measured Astacio's manhood at nine and a half inches long. "Oh, I definitely think you'll do!" she said excitedly as she stroked it.

"Well, I never really knew how big it was, but I can't say I've ever had any complaints."

Emily said nothing; she just continued to stroke Astacio almost absentmindedly. Before Astacio could say anything, the car stopped. "We're here," said the driver.

Shit, Astacio said forcing his hard-on back into his pants as he exited the vehicle. They were in an underground parking garage that sat below the 56-story Citizen's Bank Tower, the second largest building in the city. He and Emily got in the elevator and Emily hit the button for the top floor. Astacio was relieved; the long ride would give his wood time to subside back into his pants. Emily also gave him a last minute bit of information: "Oh, and one more thing: she'll push you to see how much you'll take, and if you let her walk all over you she'll end up despising you as weak and worthless, so while I don't recommend acting like a jerk or anything, don't take any of her guff either!" Astacio was just about to thank her for the advice when the car suddenly slowed to a halt and the door slid silently open, exposing the two of them to vast expanse that was Vanessa Perry's apartment.

"Emily, Mr. Vega, would the two of you join me for a drink?" came a voice from across the room. Emily led Astacio to a table next to a window which offered a fantastic view of the Philadelphia skyline. Vanessa joined them shortly, pouring a glass of wine for each. After going over Astacio's packet with Vanessa, Emily left the two alone to finish the interview.

"So, relax and tell me a little bit about yourself, Mr. Vega."

"Well, first off Miss Perry, I'd feel a lot more relaxed if you would call me Astacio."

"All right then, Astacio, but only if you agree to call me Vanessa."

"Agreed, Vanessa. I'm really not that good at talking about my own qualities; I prefer to have my actions speak for me in that regard."

"Really? You certainly burned enough trees with your application."

"Those are accomplishments. Factual occurrences. Nobody can say I didn't do Things A, B, and C, because I, in fact, did Things A, B, and C, if you get my meaning."

"I certainly do. You show wisdom beyond your years."

"My point exactly. I didn't have to tell you that, you judged it for yourself."

The two talked until sundown. Vanessa was happy. She had found someone who was a good conversationalist, and also not afraid to give advice. He was also honest; she could ask him anything and know that he wouldn't just say what she wanted to hear. Meanwhile, Astacio was still taking stock of Vanessa. She had a knockout body, with two gorgeous breasts that seemed to be standing up on their own. Her nipples pushed to the surface of her silk robe, betraying that she wasn't wearing a bra. Never mind how beautiful she was; she was also witty and charming, and willing to listen to his old war stories, which she was constantly asking him to tell. Eventually she excused herself to her bedroom, and came back wearing a two-piece bathing suit. "I'm going out to the hot tub. You can join me if you'd like, or you can keep the couch company, whichever you prefer."

Astacio grinned; sarcasm was a huge turn on for him. He joined her on the patio, but hesitated when she asked him to get in the tub.

"What, didn't you bring a bathing suit?"

"No, I think I dropped it at my last job interview."

Vanessa laughed. "Well, if it makes you feel any better..." She tossed her bikini bottom onto the deck. Astacio couldn't help but grin. He stripped down naked and climbed into the Jacuzzi across from Vanessa.

"So, let's get down to business shall we? I will admit, this isn't the most conventional job interview I've ever been on."

"That's 'cuz I'm no conventional woman, and this is no conventional job. In fact, I don't even like to think of it as a job at all as much as a position."

"Right, because from what I understand so far, there's not gonna be a lot of work involved with this position, right?"

Vanessa moved around next to Astacio. "That's certainly one way of putting it." She ran her hands all over his body, before taking his fully erect member in her hands. "So, Emily tells me that you're... shall we say, overqualified, for a position like this?"

"You tell me."

"Mmm, and so humble about it. I like you, I really like you." She turned to face him and threw her arms around his neck. Astacio returned the gesture by putting his arms around Vanessa, kissing her deeply as he held her to his chest. Her pussy was getting hotter by the second, and she was literally radiating heat from between her legs, through the water, and seemingly directly at his cock.

Vanessa ground her snatch against Astacio's abs. "Can you feel me, how hot I am for you? Do you feel my pussy's heat for your big, young cock?" she breathed in his ear.

Astacio uttered a barely audible 'yes' as he nuzzled her neck.

"Then give me that cock, baby, show me what you can do with that dick."

"Are you used to people giving what you want?"

Vanessa pulled back and looked Astacio square in the eye. "Listen, young man, what I want, I take," she said with a sultry, yet commanding tone.

With just as much authority in his voice and a grin on his face, Astacio retorted, "Then I suggest if you want that dick, you learn to take it."

"Oh, OK, I see how it is. Then from here on out, this dick is mine. It goes in my pussy, my mouth, my ass, and no one else's unless I say so. Are we clear, Mr. Vega?"

"Perfectly." Without so much as another word, Vanessa grabbed the young man's dick and impaled her cunt on it. She wrapped her limbs around his torso as he fucked her like the young stud she had been looking for. Astacio was in heaven himself. He had fucked older women before, but none of them could hold a candle to the beauty he was slamming his cock into. He fucked her shallow, deep, hard, slow, fast, any way he possibly could. She soon came violently, digging her nails into the flesh of his back and letting out a throaty moan loud enough to be heard throughout the entire city!

Astacio held her in his arms, gently kissing and caressing her. She wasn't in the mood for any loving yet, though; she had come several times, now she wanted to feel him come for her.

"Take me into the bedroom," she ordered him.

"Not a problem." Astacio climbed out of the hot tub, then jogged, with Vanessa still mounted on his pole, into the bedroom, causing her to let out a moan every time she spiked down onto him. Once in her bedroom, Astacio proceeded to fuck her again before she pushed him away. Astacio was a little bewildered, but all questions were answered when she got on all fours, thrusting her ass lewdly backwards at him. That was all the hint he needed, sliding gently this time into her still burning cunt.

Vanessa was in overwhelming ecstasy as she gyrated her hips to meet her stud's thrusts. Never before had she met anybody who so ably made her feel like a woman; who made her feel so completely in control yet helpless at the same time. Astacio felt her snatch spasm with another spate of orgasms before feeling his own building up in his loins. It seemed Vanessa could feel it as well: "Are you ready to cum now?"

"Oh, yeah... where do you want it?"

"Cum in my mouth, I want to taste your young spunk." She turned around and jerked Astacio's pecker until he had a mind-numbing climax, and she dutifully swallowed every drop of his cum. Now too weak to stand, Astacio dropped down on the bed. Vanessa snuggled up to him. "Well, I think the interview went well, don't you? I don't know who's going to enjoy your job more, you or me!"

"I thought we had agreed to call it a position."

"Hmm... true, true..."

Astacio's dick was already stiffening again. "Speaking of positions, I've got one in mind for you."

"Oh really? What's it called?"

"This one's called the Baby Maker, due to the fact that it results in 100% penetration. More depth means less distance for the sperm to travel, which means higher likelihood of survival and thus, pregnancy. Here's hoping you're on the pill."

"Wow... good thing I am," Vanessa said as Astacio turned her on her side. He straddled one of her legs, lifted the other over his shoulder, and pushed his cock halfway into her. Just as Vanessa was beginning to wonder where all this '100% penetration' was, Astacio grabbed her by the hips and pulled her with all his might towards him, pulling her cunt lips against his groin. Vanessa screamed at the top of her lungs; she'd thought he was big before, but feeling that cock being pushed almost through her cervix was more than she'd expected! He held onto her, moving only his hips, causing her to writhe in ecstasy. Eventually she cried out, "My god in heaven, Astacio, I'm coming again!" Vanessa's pussy clenched down like a vise on Astacio's dick, causing him to scream as he swelled up, before filling Vanessa with every drop of cum he had conceivably stored in his body, to the point that it flowed out onto the sheets!

Vanessa struggled to get her legs under her, but collapsed as soon as she set her feet on the floor. As Astacio helped her up, she spat, "Mr. Vega, I have just two words for you: You're hired!"

Astacio smiled. "Miss Perry, I think I'm gonna enjoy working for you just fine."

"As true as that may be," Vanessa replied, "I have a feeling I'm gonna enjoy working with you even more!"

THE END



The Assistant



Good morning, Mr. Gill. Which item on the agenda would you like to go over first?" I sat in my office chair and yawned at my reflection in my glass of orange juice. 7:00 am was not my friend. "Uh, lets begin with the status of the renovations on my properties." I'm Donovan Gill, nice to meet you. I own a small but lucrative real estate firm that I run out of my home. I came to realize in my second year that misplacing contracts and missing meetings was bad for business, so I needed an assistant. I'd asked around with my contacts and done some independent research, and one name consistently came up: Catherine H. Storm. She's pricey, but her reputation is more than well earned.

She's pretty firm about separating her personal and professional life, but I've learned a little after 3 years working with her. She's 34, about 5'10", originally from Minnesota and maybe 130 pounds or so with strong Scandinavian features. She earned an MBA and a PhD in psychology by the time she was 25, she enjoys wine and italian food, owns a husky, stays fit with Krav Maga and goes to a shooting range occasionally. She allows herself a few vanities: manicures, pedicures and a touch of lipstick. The combination of which, on her near flawless skin, have this quiet sexiness about them.

Catherine (or Cathy, as I secretly call her in my head) always wears her brunette hair in a loose bun held together with a Cross pen when she's working. Today she was wearing a black pinstriped blazer with a matching skirt (cut just above the knee) and a silky white blouse, more or less her usual outfit. There were a few twists today, though; she had on these dark pantyhose with a seam on the back, black high heels and a hint of this intoxicating perfume that smelled like lilacs. She sat a few feet back from my desk, leaned back slightly, legs crossed and dangling her shoe off her right foot, making little circles in the air. God, I was getting harder by the second.

"...travertine countertops are slightly delayed due to a...Mr. Gill, I can come back when you're less...distracted." Quickly darting my eyes up, I saw she was shooting me a slightly annoyed look over the gold, circular frames of her glasses. While I was ogling my way up from her curvaceous calves to her powerful thighs to her trim waist and stopping at her round, heavy C cup breasts, she was maintaining her composure until it became obvious that I was "...overwhelmed by the view, Mr. Gill?" Crap, I got caught daydreaming again! After the electric heat wave of embarrassment washed over me and I gulped in my dry throat, I managed to stammer out, "Um, sorry, Cathy." I froze solid. My eyes went wide with fear and my hard-on went soft as could be. I knew if there was anything she hated, aside from being underestimated by men, was being called "Cathy". I had pretty much done both in the span of a few minutes!

My head was spinning with worst-case scenarios: she's going to quit, she's going to spread my name as a pervert, she's going to sue me for sexual harassment, oh God... As I began to open my mouth to sputter out a more sincere apology, she shocked me to my core by first smirking and then chuckling a bit! The confusion in my expression must've been clear as day. She stood up out of her chair, smoothed her skirt, walked over to my desk and I watched as she placed a perfectly manicured finger to my lips. My cock twitched.

"Mr. Gill," she said, "may I call you Donovan?" I silently nodded, her finger still on my lips. She locked onto my gaze with her mesmerizing caramel eyes and said, "Donovan, I've been doing this for 8 years, and I've had a variety of clientele. I have no illusions about my looks. I know I'm gorgeous and I work hard to keep it that way." "The men I've worked for typically confuse wealth with virility and thusly feel free to harass me as they see fit. I'm a professional; my solution is typically to quit the assignment and bill them extra, noting that it is cheaper than a sexual harassment lawsuit." My eyes began widening, but she pressed her finger firmer and continued, "In this case, I'm willing to make an exception. Professionally, I am a bit disappointed by your behavior. Personally, I find you to be a rather handsome and intelligent man who has been respectful from day one." Her eyes traveled downward as she said, "Also, don't think I haven't noticed your rather sizable...tumescence in these early morning meetings."

Her smirk turned into a wicked smile as she pushed her finger into my mouth. I looked into her eyes, still a little disbelieving at what was happening, but I started to suck on her finger, my cock growing steadily harder. She calmly cleared some space on my desk with her free hand, then climbed up on it, stopping once she was sitting facing me. "Understand, Donovan, that I don't intend to let this impact our professional relationship." She gasped a little as I ran a finger down the soft nylon covering her inner thigh. "But depending on how this goes," she said, "we can make this a regular part of your schedule. And by the way, you may call me Cathy when we--" I took her finger out of my mouth and said, snarling with lust, "Say 'fuck'. SAY it." "Fuck," she said. "Are we clear on this?" I was massaging and spreading her legs. "Oh God, yes," I replied. "Good," she said, her breathing growing faster.

There was so much of her to explore, I just didn't know where to begin. Nearly from the moment she sat in front of me I had unzipped the sides of her skirt and had undone the buttons on her blazer. While I was working on her blouse, she had kicked off a shoe and was rubbing my hardness through my pants with her foot. It felt so good it made me pause. I quickly unzipped my pants and brought my cock out. I looked up at her and she raised an eyebrow and nodded her head in approval. She kept rubbing it as I reached my hand into the darkness of her skirt. I had expected to feel satin, lace, maybe silk. All I felt was a small patch of hair, and a wetness that coated the tips of my two fingers.

I looked up with a wicked smile of my own; this was her plan! She saw the look of clarity on my face and giggled a little. Sly, very sly! I pushed my fingers in and out of her, curling them now and then, hitting her g-spot and making her gasp. I brushed her clit with my thumb, getting more excited every time it made her moan. I pulled my fingers out of her and tasted them. God, the scent was thrilling me. The taste drove me absolutely wild! I roughly hiked her skirt up to her waist and pushed her back on the desk with an animal drive to ravage her. I looked down at her with a fire in my eyes, taking in her lace top pantyhose, the smooth skin of her thighs, the plump pussy lips and trimmed patch of brunette hair staring up at me.

I dove in, lapping in her sweetness as deeply as my tongue would let me, only coming up to gasp for air, to lick and suck on those juicy lips or her hard clit. I was like a starving man, craving the taste of her femininity and enraptured at the chance to have it. She grabbed my head to push me further inside, straddling my face and enveloping my head in her phenomenal thighs as she came for the first time. She loosened her grip on my head and I released my grip on her thighs for just a moment to finger her til they were coated in her juices. I brought my fingers to her mouth so she could taste the heaven that had flooded my mouth. The sensation of her sucking on my fingers, her clit on my tongue, her foot rubbing my cock, the sights, the scents; it was all too much for me. I came for the first time, much of it landing on my desk and carpet, some on her foot.

She realized what had happened, and a slight shade of disappointment crossed her face. I pulled her up, both of us still panting with lust, stood her in front of me and said, "Suck it, Cathy." I was still rock hard, but she gave me a knowing look and did nothing. I took her hand and closed it around my shaft, then said, "Cathy...PLEASE, I need--". "I just wanted to hear you to beg," she said with a devious smile. She pushed me into my chair with some force (I guess the Krav Maga works!) and what followed was singularly the most mind blowing head I had ever gotten.

In the moments in which I could manage to open my eyes, I saw her head bobbing up and down intensely. The sounds of slurping and sucking filling my office were bordering on vulgar. It was so intense that at some point the pen fell out of her bun and her hair was down. I had no idea how hot she looked with it down. I was alarmed when I felt her pull me out of her mouth, and I looked down to see her starting to suck on my balls. She still had on her glasses, although they were crooked and steamed from the heat between us. That turned me on even more.

She put my cock between her breasts and was titfucking me when she said, her face flushed, "Donovan, I need you...to..." she trailed off. She had the sweetest look on her face, but I figured turnabout is fair play, and I had never known her to be so meek. I stayed silent, playing with her nipples and staring her in the face. "Donovan, please?", she asked. After a few moments of enjoying her helpless expression, I smirked and said, "Say it." She blushed a little more then muttered, "fuck...me". I replied, "What was that?" She said, "I...need you to...please, fuck me..." I figured I'd push it, so I said, "One more time?" She looked at me angrily and screamed, "FUCK ME DONOVAN!" I replied by pulling her up, spinning her around and bending her over my desk in a quick motion.

She was absolutely dripping wet. I rubbed my cock against her pussy lips, sending small ripples of titillation through her and taking on some of her wetness. I paused for a moment, she looked back at me, then pushed in all the way to the hilt. I could only hope that my neighbors did not hear the scream that she let out! I placed one hand on her shoulder and the other on her firm, round ass, then pounded her mercilessly, grunting and shouting, inching the desk forward with each thrust. She was grabbing on to the edge of the desk, screaming and swearing; just a complete 180 from the prim and proper Catherine H. Storm I'd gotten to know. God, it was such a turn on. I would slow down and grind, pulling my dick out to the tip and then sliding it back in all the way. I'd reach a hand under her and rub her clit while fucking her slowly.

She stood up while I was still inside her, and as I was reaching around to rub her nipples, she pushed me back and said, with authority, "Sit on the desk." No way was I going to refuse her command, so I sat on the desk and asked, "Now what?" She went down and sucked my cock for a minute or two, and then she said, "Now, I ride you." She got on the desk, grabbed my dick and slid down onto it. Her eyes were rolling and fluttering as she took in each inch.

She started by swirling her hips as if she were giving me a lapdance. I was in absolute heaven! She grabbed my face in both hands and gave me a fierce, passionate kiss. Her tongue was swirling all through my mouth as she continued grinding me. I could taste the both of us on her tongue. We alternately sucked each other's tongues and licked at each other. I broke the kiss to pull her closer, feeling her stiff nipples poking my chest. I planted small kisses along her jaw, played with her earlobe with my tongue, then licked and kissed my way down her neck. When I began to nibble at her collarbone, I felt her perfectly manicured nails scratch long trails along my back. I could feel her moan through her chest as I continued to kiss and nibble.

The sensation of her nails was too much; that animal lust began to well up in me and I grabbed her hips to bounce her up and down on my cock. She sensed it and quickly took control of the situation. She had shoved me flat onto the desk and pinned me down with her forearm. Cathy gave me such a piercing stare as she started to fuck me! It began slowly, then she started to pick up speed, moving from a light bounce to slamming her hips down onto mine, faster and faster. She never broke her gaze the entire time, except when waves of pleasure took her over and she closed her eyes. I wanted to touch her, grab a breast, kiss her, put a hand on her ass, anything! But any move I made with a hand was swatted away. She made it clear: this was her time.

I lost myself in her. I couldn't be sure if I was just a human dildo at this point or if she just wanted to pleasure me. Her motive didn't matter. All that mattered was that the incredibly stunning Ms. Catherine H. Storm was riding me into oblivion. I was deep in an ecstatic haze when a familiar tingle brought me back to reality. My eyes opened to find Cathy with her eyes closed, moaning and sighing, her body slick with sweat. "Cathy," I said, "Cathy! I'm about--" She covered my mouth with her hand and slammed down on me even faster! She wasn't going to stop and my climax was building steadily. Before I knew it I was gripping her hips and screaming into her hand, bucking up at her, filling her pussy with squirt after squirt of my cum.

She wasn't finished though! I was so sensitive that my whole body jerked and flopped with her every movement. My brain felt completely scrambled. As her orgasm built, she sat up more and more vertically until she sat upright. She dug her fingernails into my sides, threw her head back and screamed like a madwoman as her orgasm took her over. Her pussy was clenching and releasing me as she came. I couldn't explain to you how I didn't pass out.

We were a sweaty, heaving heap on my desktop. We lied there for what must have been at least 10 minutes panting into each other's ears, venturing small, weak kisses on each other's necks when we felt the energy to. I had gone soft but I was still inside her when she had composed herself somewhat. Catherine propped herself on my chest and asked me in a whisper with her eyes half closed, "So, can I confirm that Tuesdays at 7:00 am will be reserved as busy, Mr. Gill?"



The Assistant



Nothing could have prepared me for the surprise I was in for. After months trying to find a suitable position, here I was at one of the industry's leading companies with more benefits that I could have imagined possible. I had just completed my three month probation period when I received the memo asking me to visit the Happiness and Satisfaction Department, not that I had heard of them before. Therefore, up I went not concerned about a thing since the company had been voted as having the happiest employees three years running. After numerous questions, a complete physical check-up, and signing a heap of documents, I was handed a packet that contained information regarding my new office, assistant and a new clearance badge. I would no longer be reporting to the larger common office but to my own private office -- with an assistant no less.

I got to my office and got busy with the packet. A bio and picture of my assistant was included, she had dark slightly curly hair and pale creamy skin, gray eyes framed by long dark lashes, soft looking lips. Her credentials were remarkable and I hoped we would get along. I placed her bio aside and continued perusing the contents of my file noting things I wanted to ask my boss about later, only to be interrupted by a knock on my door.

She looked just like her picture ... only better. She was shorter than I had expected, probably five two or three at the most with what I would describe as a nice body. Her breasts seemed to be about a nice handful and were probably her best feature. They were very tastefully contained in her blouse although one could see just a trace of her nipples. Her small waist flared out to nice rounded hips then tapered off to a great pair of legs ... I really could not decide whether I prefer the top half or bottom half. When she spoke, I detected a slight accent and made a note to myself to ask her about it later.

After our introductions, we set off to a good start and managed to get a number of things done before lunch. The company frowned upon the idea of eating lunch at one's desk and permitted long lunches, and even encouraged the employees in my new tier and higher to take refreshing naps in order to recharge. To accommodate this and a lot more as I would learn, each office came with a cot.

Before that first lunch, Tara walked into the office, closed the door behind her and flipped a switch next to it. With a rather mysterious smile, she turned and asked if I was ready. Before I could respond, she crossed the short distance to my desk while unbuttoning her demure blouse to reveal her breasts encased in a deep red bra. To say I was shocked is an understatement. By the time she got to my side of the desk, she had unbuttoned and taken off her blouse and was working on the fitting skirt to reveal a matching pair of lacy panties. Once the skirt was down around her feet, she took my hand and led me to the pull down cot. She loosened my tie as she kissed me softy and took it off, got rid of my shirt, shoes, socks, and was unbuckling my pants before I managed to speak up ... I mean what was this?

Don't get me wrong she was a gorgeous woman and daggonit, I had been too busy to round up a good lay in a long time. She kissed me once softly, and then started explaining. As my assistant, one of her duties was to ensure that I was sexually satisfied, and if I had taken the time to read the whole packet, I would have been privy to that bit of information. Each associate in my tier and above had the same set-up -- an office with a cot and access to a beautiful or handsome assistant picked especially for the reason that we were having this conversation. This would also explain the seemingly intrusive questions, the strange physical I had endured that morning and the privacy documents I had signed earlier.

She then kissed me again, softly but a little more insistently, again and again, each time her kisses getting deeper. Her soft tongue probed and sought mine out, and her lips suckled on mine gently. When she sensed that I had relaxed a little, her hands went back to my buckle and soon enough, I was standing before her in my boxers. Yes, I was nervous ... who wouldn't be in same scenario? Her hands slipped into the waistband and she slowly drew the boxers down. My erection, harder that it had been in a long time caught then snapped against my stomach, the loud smack echoing in the small room and leaving a smear below my belly button. She sat me down on the cot and knelt between my thighs, rubbing one hand up my thigh while the other sought out my hardness.

I slipped off her bra and had the presence of mind to note that the breasts were a lot more than a handful. The tight raspberries that were her nipples contrasted with the creamy skin begging to be sucked and I indulged them. Drawing one into my mouth, sucking gently, biting then sucking again, then alternating back and forth giving each one some attention and was rewarded with a low moan. My hands roamed her body grasping and squeezing her magnificent ass. Her womanly scent filled my little office and I wondered how I would air it out. I dipped one of my hands into those lacy red panties to find smooth, sleek skin. Slipping my fingers into her folds, I rubbed her clit as I went by, rolling it gently under my thumb and was rewarded with another deep moan. I rolled it again and again, firmly but not too hard, and felt it grow larger under my fingers ... she was on. Her breathing grew ragged, the gray eyes, dark and unfocused, lips swollen -- I had not seen a sexier woman. She pulled my hand out from between her thighs and sucked the sleekness off my fingers, tasting herself then kissing me to share that salty womanly taste. I felt drunk.

Her other hand, so small against my thickness danced up and down my length pulling the foreskin down, measuring and gauging. I was wet and had been seeping since she started. Her thumb caught a bead of wetness and swirled it around the head. The other hand came down, lifted my balls, and gave a small squeeze, she then kissed the head, licking off the drop of pre-cum that had collected there. Her tongue darted out to take another taste before she engulfed the head in her mouth, her hand never stopping its firm dance while the other now alternated between caressing my thigh and my balls while her lips sucked, fluttered and kissed along my length. I am larger than average but she did not seem to have a problem taking me in deep, sucking and looking up into my eyes every now and then.

The woman was driving me crazy. At this rate, I knew I would not last but I didn't know what she planned to do when the time came. I was getting closer with each stroke of her hand and each suckle from her soft, wet mouth. With her head in my hands and fingers wrapped in her hair, I tried to slow her down to draw out this moment but she would have none of it. She kept sucking and stroking, her tongue working the sensitive spot right below the head. I could feel the tingle start in my toes, and my balls drew up tighter ready to spew, and I started thrusting my hips up into her mouth. I fucked that sweet, sweet mouth until with one look from those gray eyes I went over the edge with a long loud grunt. She swallowed almost every drop and kept suckling my cock until it was soft and sensitive between her lips and I lay back on the cot exhausted.

The absurdity of the situation did not escape me one bit. My assistant whom I had just met that morning, was kneeling between my legs with drops of my cum decorating her décolletage.

I did take a nap but the rest of the afternoon I was lost in a sexual fog. Our interaction had done nothing but awaken the starving beast inside me. I could barely focus and as soon as I had a moment to myself, I pulled out the package and re-read the section pertaining to my beautiful assistant and her duties. What I read only made my situation worse. I wanted more but could not think of a delicate way to ask for it ... was I to call her in for dictation or was I to state my needs clearly and plainly? I wondered how I would ever accomplish anything while she sat right outside my door ready to fulfill my needs. I wondered how many associates had received the same treatment, how many people knew what had happened in my office during lunch and how many associates Tara had "assisted" in the same manner. I wondered about many things that afternoon!

By the end of the day, I had worked myself into quite a state and was ready to take the next step. I summoned Tara to my office and she promptly walked in with a smile on her face. She found me standing by my desk, the turgid length of my cock forming an undeniable tent in my trousers and figured why she had been summoned. Her kisses were not as gentle as they had been previously; she practically devoured me while I got rid of the blouse. I caressed her firm buttocks raising her skirt to her slender waist in the process and to my surprise, the panties she had had on earlier were missing and her wetness had spread halfway down her thighs. She unzipped my trousers and gave my throbbing cock a few firm tugs as I turned us around. I planted her on my desk and stepping in between her legs, buried myself to the hilt in her warm wetness the force of my thrust pushing her a few inches up the desk. I paused for a moment to suck on her lips ... and buy myself some time. Fuck! She felt so wet and tight around me.

I straightened up, pulled out to the head then pushed back in looking into her gray eyes as I unbuttoned my shirt and dropped it to the floor. I repeated the motion, this time watching her swollen lower lips pulling out with my cock like they didn't want to let me go and coating me in that sleek wetness while her little clit stood at attention. She had a beautiful cunt. In fact, everything about her was beautiful including the soft gasps she let out each time my thumb caressed that clit. Her hands were on those amazing breasts, kneading them through the lacy bra and twisting her nipples. She opened the clasp between her breasts and I leaned down, took one nipple in my mouth, and sucked it into a tight peak as I started pumping my hips into her. Her strong legs wrapped around me and she used them to thrust herself up to meet my cock while she urged me on, moaning my name louder and louder the sound bouncing around in that little office complimented by the slurping sounds of our wet fuck. I ground my cock into her, twisting my hips so she could get the full feel of it and she trembled in response and wrapped her arms around my shoulders to draw me closer. With a firm grip on my head, she kissed my neck and sucked my earlobe gasping, "Fuck me," with each thrust of my cock. And fuck her I did, like a man possessed.

Churning my cock with each deep thrust, I ground myself against her clit while she urged me on with her chant, "Fuck me, fuck me." I lost myself in her wetness, her softness, her scent, and her moans until she arched her back, neck strained and head tilted back in the throes of her come. Her teeth were clenched, eyes tightly shut, nose flared and eyebrows raised. Beautiful. Erotic. She spasmed around my hardness, clenching my length, a hotter wetness flooded in her while the legs wrapped around me flexed and trembled. I felt my cock grow heavy and firm as I continued the onslaught with my head now buried in the crook of her neck, grunting, hissing and gasping for air as I pushed up on my toes, my hips flexing into her. With a loud cry and final erratic thrust, I exploded into her milking softness while she kneaded my buttocks as if to drive me deeper. Fuck me!

While she softly kissed me, I gathered her in my arms not wanting to separate us and wobbled on my weak legs with my pants still tangled in my pants to the cot. I was still hard ... and extremely happy.



The Assistant



****Warning****

This story contains non consensual sex. This is FICTIONAL and everyone is OVER 18. If you read this story, you have done so at your own discretion.

Second - I'm writing this from a perspective that is not my own. I'm interested in constructive criticism. 



There is nothing about Tamara Davis that isn't attractive. Powerful, decisive woman. She knows exactly what she wants, and she stops at nothing to attain it. A rising power within the firm, she would quickly make partner. In fact, the only downfall about this woman, is how dedicated to her job she is. 

However, my story isn't about what she does as a profession, but what my life is as her assistant. I've been working under her since she came to the company. I do all the things in her life that she doesn't have time to do. Run errands, pick up dry cleaning, gather and drop off reports, keep her schedule, make appointments, get her coffee, and anything else you can think of. I even rub her feet while she's on the phone. Ms. Davis will send me a message to come into her office, and when she sees me come in she points to her feet and I obediently oblige her. 

One night, several months ago, she wanted me to drop off a box of papers at her house. I was expected to drop them off around 8pm. I wasn't able to get there till after 11. Ms. Davis gave me a key to her house, I had a set of keys to everything in her life, including her car. 

I opened the door very carefully and called out to her. There was no answer. Leaving the box on the kitchen table I saw the lights to her car coming up the drive way. I always park out in the street, she yelled at me one day for not being able to park in her own drive way. 

I'm not sure why I hid in her coat closet, but that is where I ended up. I heard her walk into her house, put her stuff down on the table near the door. Lock the door and start walking upstairs. The water turned on in her shower, and after a few minutes I left the closet. I wasn't sure what made me walk up her stairs, or what made me hide behind her recliner in the corner of her bedroom. 

Crouching in the little corner is where I stayed until she laid in bed. I peeked around the corner. The box I had brought sat next to her on the bed and she was reading through the reports. I realized then, that this woman didn't do anything but her job. 

After going through all of her papers, she set them back into the box. Lifting the box and putting it on the floor near her door. She settled back into her bed, reached into her night stand and pulled out a vibrator. The room turned black when she turned the light off. It took my eyes a few minutes to adjust to the darkness. She had one hand tweaking her nipple as the other hand slipped the tiny vibrator in and out of her pussy. 

My dick was thickening in my pants. Ms. Davis started pumping the vibrator deeper into the folds of her pussy. My cock was already in my hands, I didn't even remember taking it out. Ms. Davis started arching her back as she came, I sprayed my cum all over the back of her chair. I sat back on my ass and watched it slowly drip down the microsuede back. I stayed in my corner until I heard her breathing deepen.

I left that night, but have been back many times since. I've snuck a few of her panties and rubbed one off into them. I've even been in her house during the day when she wasn't there and jacked off on her bed. 

I'm not sure what made this day any different from any other day. Tonight, she didn't play with her vibrator and went straight to sleep. Ms. Davis had been doing that for quite a while now. 

I stopped at the foot of her bed, my balls aching at the sight of her. I couldn't masturbate at my house on my own anymore. 

Laying on her belly, Ms. Davis had one leg under her blanket and the other angled up resting on top of a pillow that was on top of her blanket. Her ass was perfectly outlined by her nightgown, pushing up her thighs, but still not high enough to see her panties. Creating a darkness between her legs beckoning to me. 

Walking quietly, I entered her closet and found a pair of black stockings, sliding one over my head. I didn't know what the hell to do, seemingly like a good idea at the time. Grabbing a handful of her scarves, slowly returning to her bedroom and put all but one onto the bed. 

Putting my knees between her legs, running a single finger under her thigh to the darkness that was hiding my prize. Ms. Davis moaned, lifting her ass to me. 

'What a little slut!' Is all I could think to myself.

Watching her long dark brown hair shift as she started realizing what she felt wasn't a dream. Grabbing that long silky dark hair I pushed her face into her pillow. 

"I promise to not make this hurt, if you promise to be a good little slut." 

Screaming into her pillow trying to fight me from on her belly. Taking one hand, and my legs, straddling her, putting all my weight on the back of her thighs. Making her legs useless. Ms. Davis was maybe, 125 pounds, and stood at 5'7". Small tits, round ass, flat stomach. Spending an hour and a half every day at the gym gave her the perfect athletic body. 

I however, was a different story. I was skinny, regardless of how much I ate, I never put on weight. Pale, the kind of guy that walks in and if I take my shirt off at the beach I hope your wearing sunglasses. Bright red hair, but it seems more like orange peel color instead of red. My cock, well nothing to write home about. It's average. Nothing about me is out of the ordinary. Nothing about me stands out. 

Ms. Davis kept struggling against me, making me cock grow harder. I couldn't believe how hard it was. Securing her hands at the wrists behind her back. Pushing down on the small of her back, turning around on her legs, so my ass was now sitting on her ass. Trying to kick at me, I grabbed one ankle and tied it to the bottom of one bed post. Grabbing the other ankle, I slowly slid off the other side of the bed stretching her out and spreading her. Making her ass bubble up from her legs being so spread apart. Taking two of the other scarves, tying them around her eyes making sure she couldn't see anything. 

She was crying and mumbling something about not hurting her. I could hear her, but it just wasn't registering what she was saying. For the first time in the last several years of being her assistant. I didn't have to listen to a damn word she was saying. It was truly exhilarating. It was feeding into the control that I was feeling. I could end up in jail, but I didn't care. I was going to take her. I was going to do to her everything I had ever fantasized about.

Lighting a few candles in the room so I could see my work. She was wearing a light pink shift with matching lacy pink panties. 

Now, I was at a dilemma. Tying her legs apart, I wasn't going to be able to get her panties off. Leaving the bedroom, I went and found a small pair of cuticle scissors. Sitting between her legs, pulling on the material between her asshole and pussy, I carefully cut just the material. Removing the rest of the material she started crying louder. 

Pushing one finger into her velvety folds, she started screaming and renewed her struggling against me. Her screaming was music to my ears, but I was afraid that one of her neighbors might hear and call the police. I had reservations about gagging her, but I felt as if she was leaving me no choice. Gagging her, I put as much of one scarf into her mouth and using a second one to tie it in place. 

I also realized then, that she was blind folded, I felt silly wearing the stocking on my head and removed it. Resuming my previous actions, slipping one finger back into her wet slit. Pumping one finger in and out of her, using my other hand to reach further down to rub her clit. Slipping a second finger into her, curving down pressing into her rough patch of skin. Her walls started squeezing my fingers as I watched her lips slowly swell. Grabbing her hips, to pull her up on her knees, with her shoulder and head propping her up. I then started pushing my tongue deep into her pussy. Wiggling my tongue around, burying my face into the sweetness of my bosses netherworld. Her pussy, creating more of her slippery goodness. Lapping up as much as I could, but it still ran down my chin. I was getting lost in eating her marvelous tasting pussy when she pushed forward, wiggling on the bed trying to get away from me. 

I wanted to taste her cum, but yet, she took that away from me. She was always taking from me. Tonight would be different. My dad punished me with his belt. I would do the same with her. Slipping my leather belt off, I would teach her a lesson. 

"I told you, that if you didn't fight me, it wouldn't hurt. I think that you forget that this world doesn't revolve around you, and tonight, you will remember that. You will remember that you are nothing but a whore. I'm going to tell you this once. Do not move."

Pulling on her hips, I put her ass in the air again. Swinging as hard as I could, the leather made contact against her skin forcing her to jump forward. Sighing very loudly, raising my hand again, bringing it down on her ass and the back of her thighs, again and again. Doing this until an ache grew in my arm. 

Her ass was glowing beautiful shades of red and pink. They have never been my favorite color, but damn, they were now. And, oh my, the heat that was coming from her body, was indescribable. 

Laying there, Ms. Davis was crying. I didn't even care about her moans. Stripping off all my cloths, placing myself between her legs again. I could see the wet spot she had created on the bed. Fuck, she was getting off on it. Crying or not, she had enjoyed it. 

Pulling her hips to me, my prick slid into her body in one thrust. I nearly came feeling the heat from her welts against my body. Spreading her ass cheeks I watched my glistening cock slide in and out of her body. After just a few minutes the familiar boiling sensation in my balls, telling me I was going to fill her body with my seed. Grabbing her bound wrists, pulling her onto me. Impaling her deeply as I covered her walls with my seed. 

Letting go of her wrists, letting her fall to the bed my dick slipped from her pussy. Spreading her lips, I watched my cum slip from her. 

My dick was still hard. Never in my life had my dick stayed hard after I came. Spreading her ass cheeks, staring at her asshole. It was winking at me. Teasing me, calling me in.

Pulling her back onto her hips, shoving my prick back into her swollen pussy. Reaching around pressing my fingers roughly against her clit. The harder I rubbed, the more she wiggled her hips on my cock. Closing my eyes, I enjoyed the feeling of her walls pressing against my cock, feeling her getting closer to her own orgasm. Pushing harder against her clit, sent her over the edge into her own orgasm. 

Pulling my cock out of her convulsing pussy, I aimed it at her asshole, pushing as hard as I could and drove it into her teasing, winking eye. Both of us falling to the bed from the force of my thrust as Ms. Davis started screaming into her gag. My cock only slipped in about a third of the way in. No longer cumming, I could feel her trying to push out my invading force into that beautifully tight forbidden hole. Smiling, I slowly pulled my cock out to where just the head was in her ass. Spreading her cheeks wide, I pushed my cock in as far as I could, getting almost all of it in. It was dry, tight and soft all at the same time. 

Slowly pulling it out again, completely determined that I was going to bury it all the way in this time. This time, with my slow thrust I was able to completely bury my cock in her ass. Making small circles, familiarizing myself with the new sensations her ass was providing to me.

Intense. That is the only way I can describe it. Completely intense. I slowly fucked her ass. Watching as her asshole grip my cock as it slid out. As if it didn't want it to let go of it. Pulling my cock completely out of her ass, watching her abused asshole slowly close. I spit into it, slipping my cock into her ass again with less resistance. After about fifteen minutes of slowly fucking her ass, she started pushing back against me. Picking up speed. She was getting off on it.

The dirty little slut was loving my cock sliding in and out of her ass. Reaching around, pressing hard into her swollen clit. Her juices and mine were flowing freely out of her. Shoving my fingers into her pussy, she started bucking against me. My hand was getting drenched in our combined fluids as she came. 

After she finished, pushing her back down onto the bed. Digging my fingers roughly into her ass cheeks, I spread them as far as they would go. Her groans signaled to me that it was uncomfortable. I didn't care. I continued stretching that hot skin nice and taught, resuming my fucking of her ass. She kept squirming under me. Grabbing her hair, pulling her hard, causing her to arch her back right onto my impaling cock. Using my other hand I squeezed her tit hard as I unloaded a second time into her body. 

Collapsing on top of her, I laid there for a few moments before sitting up. My cock slipping from her body, I spread her cheeks apart again and watched her asshole shrink up, holding my cum inside of her.

I went into the bathroom, taking a quick shower, to both rejuvenate and clean her ass off my cock.

Returning back to the room, untying both of her legs forcing her onto the floor next to the bed.

"You're going to suck my prick now. If you bite my dick, I'm going to slit your throat and fuck you while the life bleeds out of you."

I'm not sure where that came from or why I said it. I'm not that kind of person, but fuck, I wanted her to suck me and I didn't want to get bit.

Removing her gag, she opened her mouth. Moving her face closer to my prick. Taking the flaccid dick into her mouth she was sucking it like a pro. Within a minute, my cock was at full mast. Her lips were beautifully pressing around my cock. Pushing her back onto her back, I slipped my fuck stick back into her cum filled pussy. She moaned at my entrance but bucked her hips against me. Reaching under her, I pulled her on top of me and she continued fucking me. I couldn't believe she was riding me. 

Watching her tits bounce, I reached up and started playing with her tits, and tweaking her nipples. The harder I tweaked them, the harder she rode me. Even as she started screaming at the pain I was causing in her breast, she kept riding me. I grabbed her hips to give her tits a break, and she begged me not to stop abusing her breasts.

I continued to do as she was asking me to do. It wasn't long before she started cumming again. Reaching into her nightstand, grabbing her vibrator. I held her close to me while I was pushing it into her ass. Her sweet whimpers fell onto my ears as I worked her toy into her ass. Before pushing the entire thing in, I spun the bottom of the battery operated boyfriend, turning it on high, before pushing it the rest of the way in. I kept pushing it in, until my fingers would no longer force it in any further. 

Digging my fingers into her ass cheeks I moved her body on top of mine. Feeling the vibrator while I was in her pussy was a completely new feeling for me. I didn't want to cum, so I lifted her off of me, but left her on her knees. Grabbing her bound wrists, I put them on to of the bed and told her to stay on her knees. I then grabbed her hair, and pushed my cum soaked cock back into her face. Rubbing my balls and cock all over her face. It was intense, watching her cheeks glisten with our combined juices. Opening her mouth, I pushed my prick in. Her tongue working magic on my cock.

But, I wanted more. I wanted her to chock on my cock. Taking two handfuls of hair, pushing my cock all the way in. I felt her gagging on it, but it didn't stop me. I left it in, until I felt her struggles dying off. Pulling my cock out, she took a deep breath, and I pushed it in again. It was marvelous. Her chocking on my prick. I always thought about this, ever time I had to rub her feet. I kept shoving my prick in. Pulling her up by her hair, pushing her onto the bed, she willingly opened her legs. There was drool running down her chest from sucking my cock and her abused pussy and ass looked glisteningly beautiful. Slipping my cock in, I pushed her ankles down by her head. Fuck she was limber, thank god for yoga. 

I fucked her again. I kept fucking her until she came again, and while she came my cock exploded into her pussy. I felt completely drained. Satisfied, but completely drained. 

I crawled up to her face, and she cleaned my fuck stick off. I put my cloths back on and she never moved from her position on the bed. I left the house and went back to my small studio apartment. Falling asleep before I even hit my bed.

The next day I had expected to wake up to the cops busting down my door to arrest me. The weren't there, so I did what I always do every morning. Get ready for work. Ms. Davis showed up to work as normal and didn't have a hair out of place. She didn't look disheveled or anything. 

Day after day, nothing changed. They slowly rolled into a week, then weeks. Then after six weeks, she had me schedule in a doctors appointment. I didn't think anything of it. I didn't think anything of it for months. Six months in-fact, when I realized she wasn't getting fat, but she was pregnant. After she gave birth, I went and visited her in the hospital. She gave birth to a beautiful red-headed baby girl. She named her Willow Anne Davis. 

All I can think of is, 'Fuck.'



The Assistant



When opportunity knocks, don't just open the door, invite it in.

"Jack!" my sister yelled as she walked across the lobby towards me.

"Hey Mags!" I said as I closed with her and wrapped my arms around her in a big bear hug. She hugged me back, trying to match my strength, just like when we were kids.

"Come on upstairs, everyone is dying to see you, especially the girls." she said pulling me towards the elevator.

"Wait...what? Who all am I meeting up there?" I asked when we got on the elevator.

Mags laughed, "Everyone we work with. They can't believe there's a brother and want to know what he's like."

My name is Jack. I'm a chef by trade and I'm in town visiting my family before tourist season, busy season for us, starts. My sisters wanted to take me out for lunch and since they were paying I figured I'd come pick them up. I'm in my late 20s now and when I was 2 my mother gave birth to triplets, all girls...much to my dismay. All three of them now work at the same news company. Maggie, the eldest by a minute, is an editor. Izzy, second in line, works on the website for the company. Jan, the youngest, is a journalist. Well all take after our mom in appearance, light hair, fair skin, pale eyes, and athletic builds.

We exit the elevator, heading for Mags office, stopping along the way at every desk and office. I meet dozens of people and instantly lose track of names. We're joined by our sisters shortly and visit while people poke their heads in to meet me. After some time we decide to head out for food. Lunch goes well, lots of catching up, and the food isn't that bad either. We head back to their building and say goodbye to the girls as we drop them off on their floors. Mags and I head up to her office and I park myself in a chair by the door while she sits behind her desk. We chat for a bit and then I feel a presence standing next to me.

I lool up to a goddess. Her dark red hair is pulled back into a tight pony tail except for a strand on either side just before her ears. As my eyes move down her body I feel my pulse quicken. She has crystal blue eyes, a petite nose, and a look of business on her face. She has a slim throat that I can't help but want to lick. Her breasts look perfect inside her black blouse, full and firm, having to be at least 36Cs. Her blouse is tucked into her tight black skirt. It ends just before her knees and hugs her hips so amazingly that I can feel my heart beating in my chest. Shapely legs end in a pair of sexy heels and it's about at that time I realize I'm staring.

"Hey, I'm glad you got back in time. Sierra, this is my brother Jack. Jack, this is my assistant Sierra." Mags says with a smile on her face.

I stand up and face this angelic woman. She extends her hand towards me, with a dazzling smile, her face now alive with excitement.

"Hi there!" she said with a voice like bells as we shook hands. "I've heard so much about you, it's a pleasure to meet you finally."

"Umm..Ja..I mean hi. Nice...you too. Uh Mags I'll catch you later yeah?" I said over my shoulder as I headed for the elevator, trying to make my escape before I did or said anything else stupid. What the hell had gotten into me? I've never been so tongue tied with women before. As I rounded the corner I decided to head into the bathroom to splash some water on my face. I splashed, dried my face, and walked out of the bathroom. Instantly bumping into someone.

"Oh shoot. I'm real so..." I began to say. It was Sierra. Of course.

"Jack. Hey it's alright. You ran out of there so fast I wanted to make sure you were ok." she replied while tucking one of the strands of hair behind her ear.

"Yeah I'm ok. Sorry I bumped into you." I said scratching the back of my head, looking for a way to get to the elevator.

"You sure?" she asked as she lowered her head and looked at me thru her eyelashes.

*What the hell? Is she flirting with me?* I thought to myself

"Umm yeah I'm sure." I stated as I shifted on my feet.

"Hmmm," she cooed," because it seems like you're holding back...and I don't know why." She said as she licked her lips.

*Could I?...Should I?...Fuck it!*

I grab her and pull her close. I lock my lips to hers as she melts in my arms. We fall back into the bathroom and slam the door shut. We break our kiss, gasping for air, as Sierra locks the door. She lunges forward, leaping into my arms and pushing me against the wall, our lips finding each other again. Our mouths part and our tongues massage each other. I breathe deep of her as she moans lightly into my mouth. My hands roam over her body. Exploring her slim waist, the soft skin of her arms, the arch of her back, and finally grabbing her ass. She moans out, moving her mouth to my neck, and traces her tongue up to my ear.

"God I want you. Your sisters talk about you so much, I've had this burning desire to meet you, and now seeing you I just can't help myself." she purrs to me.

Her whispered words are like honey in my ear. She licks and sucks on my ear lobe, as my hands caress her ass, pulling her so close into me. I lick and nip her neck, her head rolling back to give me access to her throat, while she grinds against my hardening dick. Her hands move down my back and around to my belt. She undoes my belt, pants, and zipper pushing them to the ground. She pushes away from me and slowly unbuttons her blouse, pulling it off her, revealing her black laced bra. She unzips her skirt and wiggles it down her long legs, stepping out of it, then squats in front of me. I look down at her as she pulls my jockeys down and then takes my 7 inch dick in her hand. She bites her lower lip as she slowly starts stroking me. Pre-cum has gathered on the tip and she eyeballs it like it's candy.

Her tongue snakes out and she runs it over the head lightly. A string of pre-cum connects my tip and her lip before she closes the distance and takes me into her mouth. She starts slow at first, moving up and down while stroking me, keeping eye contact with me the whole time. I run my hands over her head and down her shoulders towards her bra. I lean down, while she continues to work my cock, and undo her bra. I lean up as she puffs her chest out and removes the bra. Her breasts are beautiful. Full, almost perfectly shaped, tanned, with hard nipples sticking out. She moans as I start thrusting into her mouth.

"Holy shit this is incredible." I say as we increase our speed. "Mmmm your mouth feels so good." I grab her pony tail and start bucking into her mouth while pulling her head down onto me. She moans loudly, digging her nails into my legs, as she opens her mouth wider, taking me into her throat. Her tongue is rubbing quickly against the underside of my dick while she locks her eyes to mine. We move rapidly, going hard and fast, and I feel that familiar feeling.

"Oooooh baby let me fuck those titties of yours." I say as I pull out of her mouth. I stroke myself as she grabs her breasts and pushes them together. She playfully jiggles them as I rub by dick on top of her tits.

"Well stop teasing and slide that wonderful cock between them." she seductively says to me. I place my dick between her soft mounds and slowly thrust up. She looks down, sticking her tongue out, licking the tip when it gets close enough. She bounces her tits up and down with her hands, adding to the unbelievably amazing feeling, as I move faster and faster. I place my hands on her shoulders, using it as leverage, to force my rod quicker and harder.

"Mmmm baby your tits feel sooooo good!" I say to her.

"Ohhhh yes. Mmm yes baby. Fuck my tits. Oh yes faster baby. God your cock feels so great sliding between my big tits. Fuck'em hard. Yes, just like that, oh fuck yes!" Her dirty talk sinks into me, driving me crazy, encouraging me to go faster and harder. I'm pounding into her by now, my cock sliding easily, as she continues to play with her nipples, pressing her tits closer together. With one arm pushing her breasts up she uses her other hand to pull me from between her. She strokes me fast then, with a smirk on her face, slaps and rubs my dick on her nipples. I run my hands thru my hair, trying in vain to catch my breath, as I wonder what next to do. 

"Oh shit baby, I want to take you from behind, hard and fast." I say helping her to her feet. She leads me over to the row of sinks, her hand wrapped around my cock, giggling the whole way. She bends over, shaking her ass at me, and looks over her shoulder. I move in behind her, taking my rigid dick in hand, guiding myself to her warm opening. She moves her hand between her legs, using her fingers to move her panties aside and open herself to me. I slide the tip into her, she's incredibly wet, and I watch as she leans her head back with eyes closed. I slam forward driving deep into her, and watch in the mirror as her mouth opens wide, in a silent exclamation of shock and ecstasy. She moans loudly then slowly pushes back against me. I rake my fingers down her bare back inciting her to arch up. I caress her soft skin with my hands, thrusting in a quick rhythm, while she watches in the mirror. I look down, watching my dick slide in and out, getting so hard it borders on painful.

"Mmmm do you like watching? Hmm? Do you like seeing your cock go in and out of my pussy? Oh it feels so good! Yes, go faster, pound into me!" she cries out. I switch to long hard thrusts, working in her faster, groaning loudly as she slams back into me.

"God yes Sierra. You feel so amazing! You're so tight and warm around me." I slap her ass with my hand, making her squeal and laugh, then spank her again. "Yeah baby take that dick!" I lift my t-shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor, then refocus on pushing myself as deep as possible into her. I lean down on her and let my hands explore her smooth skin. I kiss her neck, flicking my tongue lightly over it, wrapping my arms around her. I hold her close, relishing the feeling of our warm bodies touching, as my hands continue to roam. One hand cups her neck, not tightly but letting her know I'm there, the other moves down between her legs. She sucks in air thru her teeth and whimpers as my fingers glide over her clit. I'm deep in her so I stop pumping as my fingers rub harder on her. Her clit hardens as I apply more pressure and friction, her moans increasing in level, until she's almost shaking.

"Jack! Oh god I'm going to cum! Don't stop! Yes! Yes! I'm so close! Mmmm fuck yes! Make me cum baby!" she calls out as I feel her body tense beneath me. I start thrusting again, hard and deep, but slowly. "God yes...yes...oh god...YESSS!!!!! FUCK!!!! I'm cumming!!!!" I feel her pussy tighten around me, grabbing me hard and constricting, as she releases her wetness, coating my dick. "Oh shit! Oh fuck!" she breathlessly pants as her orgasm subsides. I pull out, my cock covered in her juices, as she turns around. She leans down, taking me in her mouth, and starts licking me clean. I pant heavily and close my eyes. I know I won't last much longer with this vixen. After I'm all cleaned off she leans against the counter of sinks, beckoning me closer, with a curl of her finger. I step forward and she lifts her right leg, I grasp it and place it on my shoulder, then keep move closer until her leg is pointing up. I place my dick inside her, she's so warm and wet I easily go straight into her, and lock my eyes to hers as I begin to rock into her. She stares deep into me with those blue eyes, I'm transfixed, and can't look away. Her hands move over my body, touching everything she can, never looking away. I pump into her, driving myself deep and hard, feeling that moment is near.

"Fuck me. Fuck me hard. Ram your cock deep into my pussy. Make me cum again on you then give me what I want. To taste you in my mouth." she whispers to me as go faster. "Oh yes...mmm yes...oh oh OH!" she pulls in tight to me, her body trembling as she's rocked by her orgasm. "Now, give it to me, now!" she demands. I thrust with all my force, feeling her pussy opening up to accept my dick, as her body starts to relax.

"Shit, baby I'm gunna cum, oh fuck yeah..." I say as I pull out. She squats in front of me again and takes my cock in her hand. She strokes me quickly as my body hits the pinnacle. "Oh god yes...here it comes...fuck YES!!" I shoot my first load out and it lands on her chin. She wraps her lips around my member and sucks hard, stroking ever still, milking me dry. I cum again, my orgasm exploding hard, and give her another two large loads. I'm covered in sweat and panting hard. She keeps sucking until nothing else comes out, then uses her finger to move what's on her chin into her mouth, swallowing it all.

We get dressed and cleaned up in record time then spend some moments holding and kissing each other. We exchange numbers, planning on spending more time together while I'm in town, then kiss one last time. We stealthily exit the bathroom and giggle as she heads down the hall and I make my way to the elevator. I round the corner and see Mags waiting for the lift.

"Jack? I thought you left already." she asks.

"Yeah, ummm, had to use the bathroom." I reply.

"Is that why you bolted when Sierra showed up? Honestly I think you should meet with her. I think you two would hit it off." she says with a smile on her face.

I mirrored her smile...

*oh if you only knew sis...if you only knew*

The End

Comments, even constructive, are always welcome!

Derek Snow



The Assistant (A Romance)



I survived my first five days working for Matt Steiner—start of the TV sitcom The Single Life. The job is as glamorous and as exciting as I thought it would be. It is filled with fun and exhilarating moments that only menial labor is able to provide. I met Matt on Monday after meeting with his agent. He coldly shook my hand and said, “hello” without looking at me. He looked upset and edgy. He wasn’t very nice to me. 

On my first day at my new job, I got careful instructions from Matt’s agent on how to handle his personal responsibilities such as using his checkbook, his ATM’s pin number, his permission to order items from catalogs using his name (ordering his items, of course), the address to the dry-cleaning place, and a Rolodex with the names of friends and celebrities to reach. I also learned how to forge his signature.

After the brief but thorough training, I was given the address to Matt Steiner’s penthouse. The aforementioned penthouse was predictably located on Park Avenue.

That’s where I met Matt for the first time. There was a woman there, a very beautiful woman who looked as straight-faced and as cold as he did. Perhaps they were fighting and I caught them at a bad time—or maybe they wanted some privacy and I had disturbed them. It wasn’t my fault. I was there to do my job. 

He looked beautiful in his flannel shirt and jeans. His blonde hair was sticking up and his hands were in his pockets. He looked the way he does on TV, only more beautiful and less silly. He quietly walked me into a room, which turned out to be his office and my new workstation. The office was simply furnished with a wood-finish desk with a computer and a phone on it; there was also a coffeemaker on a small table and there were three comfortable leather chairs. I put my handbag on the desk and sat awkwardly as Matt gave me contact numbers for his lawyers and crewmembers. He was still treating me coldly. He left the office and went back to the beautiful woman whom I assumed was his girlfriend. They were talking but I couldn’t hear what they were saying. It was my first day and was already feeling unwanted. 

I didn’t do much that day. I spent most of the time in the office, doing his bills. I made large checks for charities he regularly makes contributions to. I made coffee several times that day. I spent the majority of the day alone in his apartment. He went to his daily rehearsal for his TV show. He said he’d call me if he needed anything. I didn’t dare to touch anything or even walk around the place. I only got to see the two living rooms and the kitchen. From what I saw, the place was predictably breathtaking and I was pleasantly surprised to see that he decorated one of the two living rooms with antique furniture. The main room had a gorgeous cherry wood coffee table, wine cellar, and a Victorian-style bookshelf (with not many books on it, it was mostly filled with pictures of him with other celebrities and others with people whom I assumed were his family). The light green sofa and chairs felt soft and cozy (I only know this because I dared to sit in one of the chairs). The beige-colored walls were empty; there were no famous paintings or framed photographs. The living room had two Paladian windows that brightened the whole house. The ceiling was decorated with a gold and crystal chandelier. This living room was a contrast to the other one, which had a leather couch, a 50-inch TV, and other expensive gadgets. If only I could afford half of this stuff.

Matt arrived home around six. He gave me a cellular phone on which he could call me whenever he needs me. (He emphasized that only he could call me.) I went home. He didn’t say have a nice evening or see you tomorrow. 

I made it through the first day as his assistant. The job was easy. The job was an insult to my intelligence.

I got phone calls from friends and family that night. They all wanted to know about my first day. But they specifically wanted details about Matt Steiner: Is he as cute as he looks on TV? Is he as funny? Did you see his place? Did he talk to you? Did he tell any jokes? What was he wearing?

The questions were so banal that I wrote down my answers before they even called me. I lied and told them the answers that they wanted to hear. I didn’t bother to tell them what really happened because I didn’t want to talk about it. Only one question surprised me, and it came from my mother: Did you get to see his thing?

My second day as Matt’s assistant was not very different from the first one. I spent most of the day in the office writing checks, ordering things, making coffee, and writing phone messages. And for extra fun, I took Matt’s clothes to the dry-cleaners. 

Matt came home around seven and told me to leave. He muttered, “Thanks for everything” before I left.

My third day was a bit different. I got to meet Andrew, Matt’s publicist. Andrew and Matt walked into the office and Andrew hissed, “Do you mind?” at me. I assumed he meant that he wanted me to leave. I glanced over at Matt, he nodded as if to say, “Do what he says.” I left the room feeling like an intrusive bug.

I didn’t like Andrew the moment I saw him. Also, the way he said, “Do you mind?” as though I were some nosy, illegal immigrant housekeeper made him even less likeable in my eyes. What gave him the right to patronize me? He looked like the typical celebrity ass-kisser. He was very thin and had short, blonde hair and bright green eyes. His face was creepy. It resembled a cat, a devilish cat at that. He seemed arrogant and shallow, even more so than Matt.

I was sitting in a chair when I heard some arguing coming from inside the office. Something about getting publicity out of something for some movie—something like that. Matt sounded upset.

When Andrew stepped out of the office, he glared at me for a moment and then left. Matt motioned me back inside. He did this without looking at me.

I went home feeling low that day. I felt like an intruder, like someone uninvited, unwelcome. Celebrities get a real kick out of making everyone feel like a complete zero. Condescending, that’s what they are! I may just be an assistant, but I’m by no means inferior. 

I decided that night that if things didn’t get any better by the end of the week, I’d quit.

Again, I received calls from my friends and family. I didn’t deign to answer the phone. I screened the calls. 

On the fourth day I answered calls from women. They left absurd messages like, “Please, tell Matt to call me. I’m Andrea, the girl he slept with four months ago at that nightclub in L.A. I think he’ll remember me. I gave him the mother of all blow jobs!” I also picked up his dry-cleaning and did his grocery shopping.

When he arrived home that night, he told me I had to be on the set of his TV show the next day at five p.m. He gave me a card with the address and an admission pass. 

He didn’t look at me that day either.

I went home and was still determined that if things didn’t improve, I’d quit.

It was finally the fifth day. Friday. I was on the set of his show. They were filming that night in front of a live studio audience. I spent most of the time in his dressing room, watching the taping of the show on a TV monitor.

They spent six painful hours filming a half-hour show. They had to repeat the scenes over and over again. The audience seemed happy to be there. They stared at the actors with awe-stricken expressions and laughed at every joke they said. I was bored. It was getting late. Matt was still ignoring me. I was still determined to quit if things didn’t change.

Just as I was getting ready to leave, a young woman approached me.

“Hi,” she said. “Are you Matt Steiner’s new assistant?”

“Uh, yes.”

“Oh, great! My name is Amanda, I’m Daniel Stevens’s assistant.” (Daniel Stevens is one of the cast members of the show.)

“Nice to meet you,” I said while shaking her hand. “My name is Karla Lopez.”

“Nice to meet you too, Karla. Is it okay if we go out and talk after the show? There’s a café a couple of blocks from here. I want to get to know you, if you don’t mind.”

Why was this woman so interested in talking to me? Even though I was tired and frustrated, I accepted the invitation.

We went to the café. After we each ordered a Cosmopolitan, we started talking.

“So, how do like the job so far?” she asked.

I shrugged and said, “It sucks.”

She looked at me and smiled. 

Amanda was very pretty. She had chin-length, dark blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was wearing a navy blue sweater and black pants. She seemed likeable and easy to talk to. “You don’t say!” she said. “I know it sucks. But what do you find so bad about it? Isn’t this your first week?”

“Yes, but the job’s a little too simple.”

“Well, yeah. You’re right. This job is a no-brainer and sometimes a little demeaning. And you pretty much have a cell phone attached to your ear 24/7. But once you get used to it, you will see that there are many advantages to this job.”

“Such as?”

“You get to go to places like The Rainbow Room, for instance. You also get to go to movie premieres, cast parties, fashion shows, even to other countries, like Paris or London. You also get to meet a lot of interesting people.”

I have to admit that she did make it sound exciting. I would love to go to The Rainbow Room or to Paris or London. I hadn’t thought of the glamorous lifestyle, and when I did, I thought it’d be great to be a part of it. But then I realized that that sort of thing never appealed to me, especially if I had to follow Matt around.

“Well, I don’t like Matt Steiner,” I said stoically.

“Why?”

“Because he’s…mean.”

“Really? He’s mean? I always thought he was nice. He seems like a nice guy.”

I took a sip of my Cosmopolitan and said, “That’s because you don’t work for him.”

“That’s true. But he seems really nice. I’ve talked to him a few times and he always seemed quite friendly.”

“Maybe it’s me then. Maybe he doesn’t like me.”

“What makes you think that?

“I don’t know. He’s just so…I don’t know.”

“Don’t you think you’re being a little sensitive?”

I didn’t answer.

“Relax, Karla. He’s probably having a bad week. He did seem a bit fretful today on the set. Besides, it’s your first week. He’ll warm up to you, you’ll see.”

We talked of other things. I told her about my desire to become a journalist and my lack of success in finding a suitable job somewhere. She then told me that she actually wanted to become a software analyst, but she quit college and started working for Daniel Stevens instead. She’s been working for him for two years.

She told me stories and anecdotes about her job. She told me that Daniel is very easygoing and down-to-earth. She even told me that she sometimes snaps at him if she feels his demands are humiliating or come across as cocky or arrogant. She also informed me that sometimes Daniel flirts and is a little too playful.

“Do you reciprocate his flirting?” I said, smiling.

“I do,” she said, blushing, “but he does most of the flirting. And it doesn’t come across as offensive or that he’s taking advantage of his power. He sometimes gently compliments on my clothes or my hair or whatever. He’s very sweet and respectful. I guess I’m lucky.” She paused. “If you’re free tomorrow, would you like to join me and a couple of my friends for dinner? Since neither of us have dates, we decided to get together. Are you free?”

I took my calendar out of my purse and pretended to check if I had any engagements. As predicated, it was empty.

“I’m free,” I said.

“Great! I’ll be in a restaurant called Vincent’s—a few of blocks from here at seven.”



Saturday evening and I’m getting ready to meet Amanda and her friends. I don a dark-green top and black pants. It’s kind of chilly outside (it’s October), so I grab my black suede jacket and leave the apartment. 

I’ve been so depressed. That was my first week as Matt Steiner’s assistant. That’s how it went. The job, of course, is not difficult—I can do it with my eyes closed. Matt was so rude to me the whole time. I don’t like to be treated that way. I’m not saying he has to be nice to me all the time, but still. He could have at least acknowledged my existence a little more. Evidently he doesn’t like me. Either that or he’s an anti-social freak. 

My friend, Ben, called me this morning and asked if something was the matter. I told him I was fine. I’m not in the mood to talk to anyone. I’ve been screening calls all day. 

Riding on the subway train, I try to read Jane Austen’s Persuasion but an old Hispanic man is staring at me. I hate it when people stare. I can’t concentrate on my reading because the man’s wrinkled face is looking right at me. It’s very distracting. I always encounter a weirdo whenever I ride the train. I should take cabs more often. The man is still looking at me. I wish I had enough courage to say, “What the fuck are you looking at?” But I simply look back at the man who’s staring at me and smiling persistently. The train finally reaches my stop, and the man slowly bobs his head rather rhythmically and says, “Have a lovely evening young lady!” I smile back at him, feeling stupid for being so paranoid.

I can see Amanda from outside of the restaurant. Another woman is sitting next to her. I take long strides toward the table and as I sit in one of the chairs, Amanda introduces me to Lauren, her friend.

“You’re late!” Amanda says, smiling.

“I’m sorry. The train was slow today.”

“My other friend canceled. She has a date,” she informs me. “So it’s just the three of us.”

This is a nice restaurant. It is dimly lit and there’s a man playing the cello. The place is small, very intimate, a place I’d like to be in on a date—instead of with two women who obviously have nothing better to do.

We order our food. After a full day of bingeing I’m not very hungry, so I order a pasta salad and garlic bread. Amanda orders a dinner that consists of salmon, caviar, and wild rice. Lauren orders a steak dinner. The three of us order Cosmopolitans.

“Lauren, Karla is Matt Steiner’s new assistant. She started last Monday.”

Lauren nods and smiles at me sweetly. “How do you like the job so far?” 

I smile sheepishly and glance at Amanda. 

“She told me the job sucks,” Amanda says with a chuckle.

“Why?” asks Lauren.

“I don’t think Matt likes me very much.”

“Why doesn’t he like you?”

“I don’t know. He hardly said a word to me. He didn’t even look at me. He was just…I don’t know…not very nice.” I really don’t feel like talking about it. I try to change the subject by asking Lauren what she does for a living.

“Same as you and Amanda. I work for Joseph Blake, the one who plays Tony on The Single Life.”

Oh, great. The three of us are the assistants of the three guys from the show. Now all we’ll do is talk about work. I’m beginning to regret coming here. I roll my eyes at Amanda for not telling me.

“I’m sorry for not telling you, Karla. I just thought it would be fun for us to get together like this. We can talk about work and make fun of those guys. I think it takes some of the pressure off. That way you can call us every time you feel uneasy—frustrated. I know how it is. It’s not easy, this job. People treat you like you’re nobody. Working as an assistant doesn’t have the same cachet as an agent or a publicist.”

As she rambles on about the importance of our meeting, I can’t help but notice that Amanda and Lauren are a lot prettier than I am. Amanda has high cheekbones and full lips. The kind of lips I wish I had. I hate my lips. The bottom lip is fuller than my top one and when I smile the top lip almost disappears. I don’t like to smile because of it. Lauren is also very beautiful. She is black and has green eyes. She resembles that supermodel, Tyra Banks. They have flawless skin, and they look like TV stars in their own right. I feel dwarfed by their beauty. 

The food arrives. As we drink the Cosmos and eat our respective meal, we discuss work.

“You won’t believe what some assistants do,” Lauren says. “They sell information to the press. Especially the tabloids.” 

Amanda nods in agreement.

I wipe my mouth with a handkerchief and say, “I bet they do. But it’s terrible, isn’t it? I mean, celebrities have the right to some privacy, don’t they?”

“I agree. It happens all the time,” Amanda says. “And not just assistants, but also the housekeepers, publicists, even their family members. It’s kind of sad. Not being able to trust anyone.”

“If I were famous I wouldn’t trust anyone,” I say.

“They don’t, really. It goes with the territory. But still, I’d rather be an ordinary person and know that the people I meet are trustworthy,” says Amanda.

I know all about people selling information to the press. I’ve even heard that the celebrities are in on it—cheap publicity or something. I lean forward on the table and whisper, “Have either of you ever sold information to the press?”

They glance at each other silently. Judging by their silence, I can only assume that they have. “Wow,” I say with a snort.

“I did once,” says Amanda. “I felt guilty after I did it. It happened a few months after I started working for Daniel.” She clears her throat. “A tabloid newspaper offered me a lot of money—and I needed the money. I owed college loans! I spoke on the condition of anonymity. I told them a lot of personal stuff about Daniel. I cried when I saw Daniel’s disgusted expression while reading the article. He looked so hurt. He’s entitled to his privacy, and I had no right to invade it.”

There’s an awkward silence. I wish I had a tape recorder right now. This could make a very interesting article. But then again, we’re discussing betrayal and selling stories to the press—not exactly an exposé. But maybe I could make it look interesting and readable on paper! But no. It doesn’t seem appropriate to quote Amanda’s confession considering we’re discussing invasion of privacy.

“Anyway,” Lauren says, breaking the silence, “you made one tiny mistake, Mandy. People do stupid things. And if you needed the loot, you needed the loot.”

“I guess you’re right,” Amanda says.

I wave my hand dismissively at her and say, “Don’t worry about it. It’s in the past.” 

We spend the rest of the time talking of other things.

This little get-together makes me feel a whole lot better. I actually enjoy the company of Amanda and Lauren. And I have decided not to do undercover work on Matt. I will not betray him. Even though he is not a very nice person, he’s entitled to his privacy.

I don’t know if I should quit. I will give the job another week. If Matt doesn’t look at me or speak to me again next week, I will treat him with the same coldness. I’ll be one of those bitchy assistants who don’t take crap from their superiors. He won’t intimidate me, I’ll intimidate him.

Back home, I check my messages. Only mom called. I open the refrigerator—nothing. Just a gallon of water and a bottle of vodka I picked up earlier today at the liquor store. I have no food—I ate it all during my binge.

I take a nice, long bath and drink vodka. I need to unwind and digest my thoughts and feelings about Matt and work. I love the pleasure of a warm bath late at night. The bubbles soothe me.

And the vodka sedates me.

Despite the difficult week, I made two friends. And I got to see the live taping of a TV show. I also got to meet Matt Steiner. For better or for worse, he is now my boss and I guess I should make an effort to get him to like me. Although I did say that I would treat him coldly, I don’t think I can. Instead of being rude to him, I’ll be sweet and charming. I hope against hope that he’ll reciprocate.

***

Just a little while ago, I was enjoying a moment of peace reading the New York Times Style section and eating a scone in the comfort of my living room-slash-bedroom when the phone rang. It was Matt Steiner—telling me that he will be attending an art gallery for a charity tonight and that I should be there in case he needs me. He told me that Andrew has put my name on the guest list. He also told me that I should wear something formal and elegant for the occasion. The gallery is located in SoHo.