"And How long have you been standing there?" Jennifer asked as she kept adjusting her clothe. Mike's dick formed a tent on his short as he kept faced her back on me.
"I was just walking inside now, may. Is there anything I can help you out with?" I replied and raised my head.
"Did i hear you ask what you can for me? You went out on and date yesterday and this is when you are coming back? I know you are old and matured enough to live a life of your choice but not when you are under this roof. You are under me and if anything happens to you, we are the one to take the responsibility" She said.
"It wasn't my intention to come back today. I would have called by I wasn't with your mobile number." The tent on Mike's trouser has subsided as it seemed it has gone back to sleep.
"So what happened?" Mike asked.
"We didn't finish on time. I clashed with my long time friend and she inv
*Mikes POV*...It was obvious that everything she said was lies but I don't want to extend the argument. It will lead to no where. I left the kitchen and headed to the room. I opened the door and Jennifer was busy with her laptop."I think you will need an assistant. A personal assistant that will be helping you.""Personal assistant? I think there is no need for that. Besides, am not complaining." I replied and sat on the bed."Yeah you are not complaining but there are needs for that. We have many work to do the next month and putting all on your shoulders without an assistant will exhaust you and as well as delay the works. You understand what am saying?"Hmm, you are making sense but why not leave it till next month lemme check and know if it's something am going to do or not." I replied."What are you saying? Are you not happy that someone will
*Next Week Monday*...The last interviews of the day always ended up being the memorable ones, without fail. They were never quick and easy. Something always seemed to come up.And knowing who I was interviewing, I expected that pattern to continue. Most of them saw it as a ticket to higher things, the chance to learn some good skills and improve their professional standing.Many of the applicants were from within the company, some rising young talent who had come highly recommended. We had some applicants from outside the company, but a thorough knowledge of the work we did was gonna be required for the job, so more than likely, I would be hiring someone from within.The job was to basically work alongside me, to shadow me and help me out. I wasn't looking for a secretary. I was looking for something more than that. I needed someone in the boardroom with me, in the thick of it, learn
I turned around and took in my office, and even that filled me with pride. At times, it felt like I was still an unsure teenager in grown-up clothes, but whenever I sat in my office and took it in, I felt like I belonged. Yes , I belong.Everything in my office was there for practicality. Some people liked to have fancy trinkets or impressive tech, but I simply wanted stuff that worked, that made my life easier.I had two computers, one that I did my work on and a spare one that was hooked up to a projector for whenever someone needed computer access or needed to give a presentation. The far wall was left blank, no decorations, where the image could be projected. I was always a bit scattered, so I had a few piles of papers on my desk, but I knew where everything was.My desk was made of a dark, heavy wood, and although at first I thought it was a bit much, I had to eventually admit that it was pretty co
She had large breasts and she knew it. Very, very large breasts, a size you don't often see in an office setting. Among the office's male population, her boobs were a common source of conversation, the uninitiated seeking out those who had seen them in the flesh, seeking out the juicy details.I never participated in that kind of rumor mongering, and people knew that, as that kind of conversation tended to cease whenever I was around. But, I am a man and it wasn't like I hadn't noticed her impressive bust size. And they were great breasts, for sure, but I guess I just wasn't the type of guy to go gaga over a pair of boobs.I could appreciate them, but that wasn't gonna sway my feelings on her either way, no matter how much flesh she showed off. It was a little unprofessional to dress provocatively in the office, as she tended to do, but I wasn't about to tell anyone how they should present themselves. Not gonna start, not with her.
I dimmed the lights slightly with a remote to make the image on the wall clearer. She took a deep breath, stood next to the projection, and turned to me. "So, before I begin, I want to make a deal with you." she started."Sure, what is it?" I asked, curious."The case I'm about to make is very... unorthodox," she began. "All I ask is that you agree to hear me through, because I think I can make the case as to why I am the absolute best woman for this job. You might not agree with me at the beginning, but if you hear me out, I think I can change your mind.""Deal." I replied warmly, willing to give her a chance."I'm gonna hold you to that," she said with a slight smile and a pointed look. She tapped a button on the projector remote to begin the presentation. The first page of the presentation was very familiar. They were words I knew well.How to Get a Job
"I'm taking your advice. I'm changing the conversation. If you hiring a totally professional, qualified executive assistant doesn't favor me, why not change the conversation?" she said, holding her arms out, shaking her boobs slightly. "Just hear me out, and I will convince you that what you need, more than an assistant, more than a wife, is a dirty fucking whore," she asserted."Sandra... you can't do this. Do I need to call security?" I asked, shaking my head."Mike, you agreed to hear me out, no matter what," she began, her genial attitude gone."Well, when we made that deal, I thought you planned to be somewhat reasonable." I replied."I'm not gonna force anything on you. I made a presentation! That's it! And all I'm doing is using logic and reason. If, by the end, you still feel this strongly, I will walk away. But I think I can change your mind, and if I do, I will certainly blow your mind. I will make you realize how important i
There were four pictures, and they were of Sandra. But these were not pictures of her at work. No, they were far from professional. These were pictures of her at play. The top left picture was her at a club, dancing, coated with sweat from the no-doubt heated atmosphere she was dancing in. She was wearing a tight red top, scooped low so her large boobs were just pouring out from within. She wore a skirt that barely went below her ass, and as she danced, the skirt flared up, millimeters away from showing off what was underneath.The top right picture was her at some sort of house party, and in it there was a picture of her dancing in front of some guy, her back pressed against his front. His hands were on her breasts, squeezing them firmly, causing them to nearly overflow from beneath her silky red top. And as this invasion of her person took place, she was simply smirking, as if everything was going exactly to plan.The bottom left picture w
"Jesus," I said, sweating a little, shocked at her casual depravity."Trust me, you are SO not the type of guy I'm normally into. I mean, no offense, but to a girl like me, you're kinda boring.Guys like you don't typically have the type of fun that women like me need. So, I started thinking... maybe there's more to you than meets the eye. Maybe deep down, beyond that stiff, dull, boring façade, this whole good guy, everybody's friend act, maybe there's a dirty fucking stud just BURSTING to get out," she said, smiling proudly, acting out an explosion with her arms, causing her big breasts to bounce. "Bursting to get out... dying to be exactly the type of guy I crave."At this hypothesis, I simply closed my eyes and rubbed my palm on my forehead."Sandra, see..." I began."I know you think I'm completely off-base, but think about it. I mean, I can't stan