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My name is Charles Smith but friends either call me Charlie or Smitty. I am an independent management consultant and work out of my home office, a large space on the second floor of my house situated at the end of a cul-de-sac. My office overlooks my large back yard which is bordered by towering pine trees and a beautiful manicured garden of flowers and vegetables, a gazebo, large fire pit and plush outdoor sofas and chairs. Needless to say, I do rather well.
For the first ten years, my wife worked with me, as an administrator and researcher. She was great at the job, as I was doing mine, but we were far less successful at being married. Six months ago, we separated, and she moved east to live with her sister. We parted on friendly terms and while I do regret the dissolution of our marriage, what I missed most of all was her business prowess.
After 6 months of working alone, I was underwater with work and realized I had to find a replacement for her if I were going to have any semblance of a private life. I advertised for an administrative assistant and interviewed several candidates but none of them fit the bill. I was beside myself as the work piled up and dreaded going through another time-consuming effort of finding someone I could work with.
I was about to post the position again on the various job boards when I received an email from a woman named Lisa. It was brief, professionally written with perfect grammar, but unlike any job inquiry I had ever seen before. Here is the email in its entirety.
“Dear Mr. Smith,
I saw your recent job posting for an administrator and I thought you might be interested in my services. I operate my own business as a professional and personal assistant to select executives. I excel at marketing, business research, databases, organizing schedules, and more. As well, I am highly skilled with Microsoft Office, web site development and maintenance and have proven abilities to learn new tasks as required.
As a personal assistant, I also run errands, cook, entertain and host parties, take care of dry cleaning and laundry, and a host of other typical household services you may require, including even more personal services I am happy to explain to you if you grant me an interview.
I hope to hear from you,
Respectfully, Lisa Caldwell.”
I must admit I was curious, especially about the “even more personal services” she alluded to. Then I opened the attachment, which I anticipated would be her resume, which it was with an added twist. The resume itself was impressive but at the end of it there was a photograph of Lisa, from the chest up. She looked to be in her early forties, with long black hair, a Mediterranean complexion, beautiful dark eyes and classic lips. The short story is she was strikingly beautiful. She was wearing a pale violet blouse with two buttons undone, not enough to reveal any cleavage but enticing nonetheless. Below the photo was this caption: “Service always with a smile impeccably dressed, and flexible.”
There was something about her photo that was enticing beyond her professionalism, perhaps the way eyes angled slight downward and how her lips were slightly parted.” I surprised myself by wondering just exactly what “flexible” meant. In a business context one could infer she meant willing to take on various assignments, but that word along with her previous allusion to personal services did spark a curiosity that admittedly was not only business minded.
Below the caption were two links. The first one led to a webpage with her name at the top and a full body photograph of her in a business suit, a black skirt two inches above the knee and a buttoned, matching jacket, but it was apparent, she was not wearing a blouse underneath the jacket. Her ample cleavage was clearly visible, and it appeared her breasts were pushed upward to accentuate the aesthetics of her bosom. She was smiling, her teeth were perfect and shining white, but her eyes were still angled downward. I was curious about that.
Below the photo was a long list of services she provided and her educational achievements – all of which were quite impressive – but what intrigued me most was the section entitled, “Personal Interests” which presented this list: sunbathing, dancing, fine wine to share with someone special, and massage.”
And then there was another link that just said, “More of me. Ask me for the password.”
It all smacked of subtle seduction. Who applies for a job and offers a view of a password protected section on her professional website?
My curiosity grew. I had to meet this woman. I sent her a brief email:
“Dear Miss Caldwell:
Thank you for your email and interested in working for me. You clearly have experience and skills I am looking for. I would like to set up an interview – today would be good as I am free this afternoon. As well, I am wondering if the password protected section of your website would assist me in reviewing your qualifications. If so, I would appreciate gaining access to it. bedava bahis Are you available this afternoon?”
Sincerely yours,
Charles Smith.”
By the time I brewed a cup of coffee in my French press, she had responded.
“Dear Mr. Smith,
I can be there in an hour, if that suits you.
I just put up the website and I made a mistake and included the password protected link on the wrong page. It really belongs on my current client’s page, a private area of course. I am blushing now, Mr. Smith, because that link is for clients who have purchased my personal services module. But you saw the link and it created an expectation and my reputation is built on my reputation. I don’t want to harm mine with you at the very start. So, yes, I am embarrassed but in a quandary.
Would you mind telling me if your interest includes personal services?”
Yours,
Lisa”
When I read this email, I literally said out loud, “Fuck me!” I said it twice. There was no one around, but it all seemed to be a bizarre exchange between two strangers about a job that could include God knows what in personal services. I didn’t think for a moment that she put up the website just now. All this was on purpose, deliberate. Everything about Lisa Caldwell was a seduction. And here I was, a normal man who rarely dates since being divorced now for three years, who watches porn rarely, and basically works far more than he socializes, here I was unable to think about anyone or anything than her. And I am sure that effect is exactly her intention.
I wrote her back with, “I am very interested in your personal services. Very.”
We exchanged a few more quick emails over 10 minutes or so. The gist of them went like this:
Her: “I find the personal service clients seem to enjoy their workplace so much better than it once did.”
Me: “Are you looking for full-time work?”
Her: “If that’s our agreement, then sure. I am willing to work evenings and weekends too.”
Me: “Yes, I do work odd hours. Do have any questions?”
Her: “What is the appropriate attire in your workspace, Charles? What would you like me to wear to the interview?”
This was so very intriguing and arousing, but also turned me on intellectually. This woman was smart. I was on to her, but then I also figured she knew that. I wrote back, “Lisa, I imagine you will dress in a way I will appreciate. See you soon.”
We moved the interview forward by 30 minutes. I straightened up my office and picked some flowers from the garden for the vase on the side table of my leather sofa in the sitting area. There was blond oak parson’s table in front of the couch that held a bowl of candy and a small stone carving of a Buddha I had purchased in Thailand. On the other side of the table were two leather chairs, one with plush arms, the other without arms at all.
After showering and putting on black jeans and matching dress shirt, I opened a bottle of Merlot and set it on the coffee table. I poured myself a glass and basically did nothing but wait for her to arrive. I was anxious about meeting her and could not concentrate on anything else.
In one of the emails I had instructed her to go the back of my home, through the garden, to the glass, double door of my workspace, which before had been a three-car garage before I transformed it into my workplace. I told her the door would be open and to walk in.
I positioned the leather chairs, so they were angled toward each other yet still being positioned to allow for conversation with someone on the couch. I moved the table and then the couch closer together toward the chairs. I sat in the arm chair and when she walked in I was holding my wine glass.
“Good day, Charles!” Her voice was chipper yet sensual.
“Glad you are here.” I set down the wine, stood up and approached her. We actually shook hands. She was wearing a thigh length, light tan spring coat. “Let me take your coat.”
“Oh, thank you, Charles,” Lisa smiled. While unbuttoning her coat she turned around. She was about three feet away from me. She lowered the coat off her shoulders slowly; they were bare. Then slowly, she let the coat slip to her waist. She was wearing a white tube top; I was simultaneously pleased and surprised. When she dropped the coat to the floor, I took in the view of her full, apple bottom ass, bulging out of her skin-tight black jeans. I picked up her coat and hung it on the coke rack.
“You can sit on the sofa or on the armless leather chair.”
Lisa sat down on the sofa and I resumed my place on the arm chair. I poured her a glass of wine, without asking, which she politely took from me and took a sip. “Delicious,” she said. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa cushion, legs together, perfectly erect, one hand holding the wine, the other in her lap. Very prim. Very proper. Except for her very large breasts – I figured 40DDs – tempting to explode out of her tube top that she had pulled down to present a view of cleavage men pray casino siteleri for.
“I am willing to answer any questions, Charles, but I assure you I excel at all of my professional skills and I am fast and accurate and meet deadlines.”
To be honest, I didn’t worry about her professional capabilities. My needs were rather simple work-wise anyway. “I am interested in learning more about your personal services.”
“Yes, of course. “If I may, I like to demonstrate my answers to such questions. One of my personal services is all about aesthetics? And you will wonder what that mean, so let me show you. Okay?
“That sounds fine.” I tried to sound professional rather than how I felt now, which was aroused.
Lisa rearranged her tube top so that it became a band of cloth across the middle of her breasts, basically just covering her nipples. Her cleave shone above and the bottom curves of her breast were clearly visible below. She looked at me and said, “A client who buys this level of personal services will enjoy daily seeing me dressed provocatively like this, as one example.”
Her nipples were hard. I said, “I see. What might be other examples?”
“Short skirts, very short to be frank. Sheer tops I can hide under a jacket if clients are around. Underneath these jeans I am wearing a string thong. Some clients enjoy seeing me work topless in a string thong.” She looked down and added, “I see you approve of this service.”
“I do, very much.”
“Some men enjoy me seeing how pleased they are. I am okay with that. This level of service does allow both of us working totally naked if you wish.” She adjusted her top, so it was even lower cut. I could see the top curve of her golden tan areolae.
“You are a bit of a tease,” I said softly.
“I know men see me that way, but really I am trying to make it clear what is available to you.”
This was crazy. I had this urge to show her my erection, sit in front of her, with my lust exposed.
“My aesthetic package is a look only service. No touching of any kind either way.”
“Yes of course.” It made sense that she drew the line somewhere and I imagined I could be very satisfied with such a working environment.
“Touching is another package,” she continued.
Jesus. I leaned forward, half to hide my hard-on and half to get a closer look at her tits. “How many packages do you have,” I chuckled.
“Two,” she said matter of factly. “But I only discuss these with committed clients. Once a contract is in place, I would be happy to share them with you.
“You are a very good marketer of your business, Lisa.”
“Thank you, Charles. Please remember that I would deploy my marketing savvy as well to grow your business. I excel in helping my clients attain their financial goals.”
I had a feeling there was a lot more to explore about how she would do that, but at the moment all I could think about was hiring her.
Lisa sat back. “I do not want to put any pressure on you, Charles, but I am prepared to negotiate a paid interview from this point on, if that is of any interest.”
I must have looked confused. She went on, “What I mean is if you want to see me naked or if you wish to test out the touching option, I do expect some compensation for that. It might a reasonable investment on your part to ensure that you can make a sound decision about compensation.”
“I see.”
“…If of course you do decide to hire me.”
“How many clients do you have at one time?”
“Just one, if I am contracted full-time.”
We both lived through a period of silence until she said, “If you would like to end the interview here, I fully understand. I am…”
I interrupted her. “I am interested in hiring you, right now.”
“Oh good,” she smiled.
“What are your salary expectations?”
“$3,000 per week which includes the aesthetics package. The touch package is another $1,000 per week but paid in cash. The other two packages are actually ala carte services, requiring a fee each time you access them.” She giggled. “I know you are not yet sure what those include but let me suggest you will quite love them. The minimum ala carte fee is $500, for your information.”
All of this was expressed in a business-like manner, other than the view of her breasts she was affording me. I was doing the math in my head. I made very good money but if I opted to include her touch package, she would be earning nearly as much as I was paying myself.
She knew what was going on in my mind. “Charles, I do realize this would be a significant investment on your part. You should think about it.”
She was right, but I wanted to see her totally naked. “Lisa, what compensation is required to see you totally naked?”
“Do you just want to look?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want me to touch myself?”
“Yes.”
“That would be $300 for 15 minutes. I do ask for an e-transfer before showing you. Agreed?”
“Yes.” I had to see her pussy.
My phone bahis siteleri was on the coffee table. Lisa picked it up and brought it to me. I immediately opened my bank app.
“Please set up the transfer on your phone and then wait.”
I gave her a puzzled look and then watched her unfasted her pants and slip out of them. Then she removed her tube top and her thong and within 60 seconds she was naked and straddling my lap, her breasts an inch from my mouth. She took my phone and then whispered, “Are you sure you don’t want to touch me?”
Her nipples were hard and extended a half inch from the center of dollar size, caramel coloured areola. “It’s just $200 more, Charles, and I can change the amount and hit send and then You can suck my nipples.” She pressed her pussy down on my hard on and rotating her crotch over mine. “Do you want to be inside me?”
I was shaking. “Y..yes.” Then it hit me I didn’t have any condoms.
“Don’t worry, Charles. I am clean as I am sure you are.” She had such intuition. We both want to do this bareback, don’t we?”
I nodded.
Lisa adjusted the amount and then said, “I am hitting send now,” which prompted me to begin sucking her nipples, back and forth. She set the phone down and held my head as I nursed on her nipples. “Yes, baby,” she moaned. “Suckle on Mommy’s teat.”
This went on for a few minutes and then she stood up and stood in front of me. She lifted one leg on my knee and reached down and splayed open her hairless pussy. Her opening was rose pink and dripping wet. I watched her as she slipped a finger inside and slowly fucked herself. Then she turned around, bent over and reached around and spread her ass cheeks. Her asshole was a soft brown and very tight and her ass was full and unblemished. “I will take your cock there,” Charles, though for the interview you can only fuck my pussy.”
Moments later she was taking off my pants and kneeling before me, she licked and sucked my cock head while fondling my balls. It felt amazing; she knew how to tease for sure. She stood up and turned around and then lowered her pussy on my cock and ever so slowly began fucking me, rising so that the tip was all that was inside her and then pushing down on my 8 inches until it was buried in her cunt. Over and over she did this.
I was getting close. She asked me where I wanted to cum – “In my mouth or my pussy?”
Seconds later she was back on her knees and I was standing over her jacking off into her mouth. I came so hard and had so much cum I filled her mouth while spraying her face. There was cum dripping out of her smiling mouth, sliding down her cheeks and dangling from her chin. One eye was completely covered with a glob of spunk. She was incredible. She opened her mouth wider to show me all the cum and then she swallowed it.
“Mmmmm,” I hope to be tasting more of this on a regular basis, Mr. Smith.” She slid the cum on her face into her mouth and swallowed all of it.
“You are so fucking hot,” I stammered.
“I can start tomorrow,” she said.
“I can’t wait.”
She tittered, “I know.” She stood up and hugged me and kissed me deeply. Before we broke our embrace, she whispered in my ear, “I can’t wait to feel you in my ass.”
I was exhausted and all I had really done was sit there while she serviced me. I watched her dress, unable to speak. As she head toward the door, she turned and said. “I will email you my service contract. Oh, and the password to that special page is ‘enjoy.'”
After she left, it took me a good ten minutes to collect myself and move to my computer. I went to her page and clicked on the link and entered the password, and fuck, what I saw there blew my mind. The landing page photo galleries in six themes: Business Public; Business Private; Fetish and Kink, Nudes; Close-ups; Masturbation. Each section had a small photo of her that fit the title and a brief description. Below the photograph menus were more links: My Interests; My Services; My Rules; Raw Videos.
I had the impulse to click on Videos and My Services right off, but I stopped myself. She had arranged everything in an order, starting with Business Public attire through to the next gallery and on, getting more risqué and then graphic and so on. I decided to explore things in order. I had a feeling I would be doing a lot of things in the order Lisa thought best.
I was about to click on the first link, when I heard a chime and a chat window rose up from the bottom of the page. At the top of the window was a face pic of Lisa with her lip-sticked mouth slightly open. I as prompted to type in my first name which I did.
Lisa: Hi Charles, so happy you are looking at me.”
I returned a hello and praised her for having such a sophisticated site, to which she sent a happy face.
Lisa: I want to tell you a bit about the site. First, only you have access to this section. I have no other clients currently, so all these plus new postings are yours to enjoy.
Me: Thank you. I did wonder.
Lisa: In the upper right-hand corner is a link entitled, “Join me.” That link takes you to my cam set up. I have numerus screens where you can view me in my kitchen, bedroom, den, dining room, play room, and the bathroom. Now that you are my client you will about anytime you want.
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