My mother’s health had worsened in the last few months. I have been by her side for a year, providing everything she needed. Whether it was medication, food recommended by doctors and therapy, I funded it.
Now, my funds have almost depleted, and I’m seriously worried. Not only will I not be able to look after my mother financially, but I might default on my debt. There’s no way I can skip another car payment. The bank will definitely repossess it. How will I attend interviews without transportation?
Luckily, I’ve got an interview for the personal assistant position at an attorney firm. The salary is lower than I thought it would be, but I need to take whatever I can get right now. It’s tough out there. The job market has slowed down so much.
I’ve picked out my favourite mini skirt to show off my curvy, long legs and a white, tight shirt that shows off my busty rack. I’m going to tie my hair and wear my glasses so that I look even smarter than I am. Everything possible needs to be in my favour to increase the likelihood of me landing the job. It’s for me and my Mom.
Martin Davis welcomed me into his office and asked if I wanted something to drink. I smiled and said, “Bottled water would be great. Thanks.”
He handed it to me, smiled and then lowered his eyes to my body. He raised his eyebrows and smiled as he went to his desk. It was obvious that he liked what he saw. The only thing left was for him to like what he heard.
I referred to him as Mr Davis throughout the whole interview. I wasn’t going to take a chance of him holding anything against me. Even the smallest thing, like calling him by his first name, could put him off me.
We discussed my professional experience and social life. I was surprised at how much interest he took in my personal life, but I guess that’s a good thing. He smiled when I told him that I was single.
He insisted on talking about my free time, and I indulged him. I was glad that he had taken such an interest in me, and I saw where the conversation was going. He smiled when I told him that I was quite naughty in my early twenties.
I’ve calmed down now that I’m almost thirty, but there are still times when I am promiscuous. There was that one time where I walked home at night from the shop and a guy on a Harley Davidson pulled up beside me and chatted me up.
He wasn’t my type physically, but he knew how to turn me on with his mouth. Being a smooth talker, he convinced me to give me a ride home. I had never been on a bike before, but I always wondered what it would be like.
He parked under a tree, close to my building. The ride there had already gotten me slightly wet, and his flirting made me even more open-minded than usual. Long story short, he fingered me, and then I bent over the bike. He gave it to me really hard.
“Jade, I’m impressed with what I’ve seen today,” said Mr Davis.
“Thank you, sir.”
“Your qualifications meet the criteria to fulfil this role. But I’m just curious about one thing.”
I straightened my back, perking my head up and smiling. “What might that be, Mr Davis?”
“I sometimes get pains in my neck and back. Since you’re going to be my P.A., would you mind assisting me with that?”
“Of course. What did you have in mind?”
“A massage will do me wonders.”
I see where this is going. A massage is just the start. That’s how he probes to see how far he can push his luck. I’ll agree to it now because I really need the job, but I’ll have to eventually draw the line.
I smile and say, “Absolutely. It will be my pleasure.”
Ugh. I didn’t have to take it that far. A simple, yes, would’ve sufficed. Now this fifty-something-year-old is going to think that I’ll be up for anything he requests.
The following day, Martin called and told me that I had gotten the job. I thanked him and told him that he would not regret hiring me. I just hope that I won’t regret it. I’ve gone to some extremes to satisfy men when I needed money desperately. Let’s just hope that’s not going to be the case this time around.
The only thing that will save me is if I get a higher-paying job soon. Otherwise, who knows what I’ll succumb to?
I knew that Martin would love to see my assets, so I unbuttoned my shirt to reveal my perky tits while getting dressed for my first day.
I walked into the office twenty minutes before I was supposed to clock in. Martin told me he was impressed with me coming early, and he immediately glanced at my chest. That’s a good boy. Just what I wanted. My plan is to get him to enjoy my company so much that he’ll pay me more money to keep me around.
If I provide value to his company and him, personally, I know that it’s just a matter of time before I get a salary raise. It’s happened before.
I asked Martin how he likes his coffee and then I made it.
I walked to his side of the desk and then placed the coffee on a coaster next to his mouse. The corner of my eye revealed that he glanced at my ass.
During lunch, he told me he had neck pains and needed a quick rub. I stood behind him, squeezed his shoulders and then ran my hands down his arms. He closed his eyes and moaned.
“Good for you for working out, Mr Davis. I can definitely feel it in your biceps.”
He chuckled. “Oh, thank you. An old geezer like me needs to work twice as hard as the youngsters to have half the muscle.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You’ve got it going on,” I said, smiling and rubbing his arms.
He looked up at me over his shoulder. “Jade, you’ve been a great addition to the team.”
I chuckled inside. It’s amazing the effect my touch has on a man. In a short period, he’s attributing credit to me that would take a man months of long hours to receive. Being a sexy lady definitely has its advantages.
“If you will do something for me, I can do something for you,” he added.
“What might that be?”
“You know what we, men, want: Just some tender loving and care. And in exchange, I can promote you to executive assistant because you’re doing a magnificent job. That’s a two thousand dollar pay raise. And I’ll be able to do that at the end of next month.”
I knew this day would come. It’s not like he didn’t hint at it during the interview. If I let him bang me just once, he’ll be satisfied. He better not think that it’s gonna be a daily thing. That two thousand dollars sure will go a long way in helping Mom. Hmmm.
“And this arrangement would be once-off?” I asked.
“Well, let’s say once until the pay raise, and then we can renegotiate.”
That doesn’t sound bad. I’ll get the raise after he bangs me once and by then, I’m sure a better-paying job will present itself. Then I’ll just leave and not have to worry about sleeping with Martin again.
“Okay,” I said.
He smiled. “Perfect.”
I closed his office door and then walked back to his desk. He stood up, smiling at me. His entire body oozed eagerness. I saw that he couldn’t wait to sink his teeth into me.
Martin unbuttoned my blouse and pulled my shirt apart. He gawked at my busty chest and then dunked his head in it, ravaging it. I looked up, rolled my eyes and pressed the back of his head.
He unclipped my bra and dropped it onto the floor. His saliva wet my nipple, and he licked it several times. The licking was so sloppy that it made him seem like he was sucking a nipple for the first time. I ran my fingers through the back of his head and raised my chin so that he wouldn’t see my displeasure.
I don’t think he cared. As long as he was having fun, that’s all that mattered to him.
I turned around, resting my hands on the edge of his desk and sticking my ass out. He ran his hand over my ass and then down to my thigh.
I looked at him over my shoulder and saw him smiling slyly while admiring my ass. He unzipped my mini-skirt and then pulled it down.
Martin spanked my ass and then I stretched my arms on the desk, bending over it. He grabbed my ass cheeks and parted them. My pussy opened up, and the g-string ran down the middle of my pussy, with the lips sticking out.
He slipped my red g-string down to my thighs and then tapped his dick on my ass several times. Martin stuck his dick inside me and then grabbed my shoulders. Surprisingly, he had a thick dick.
My forehead wrinkled, and I moaned as he thrust. He grabbed my ponytail and pulled it, then spanked my ass. I thought that was quite kinky. I shot out a groan. He must’ve realised that I liked he did that, so he spanked my ass again.
Martin grabbed both of my shoulders and increased the pace. His thrusts sped up significantly, and I groaned. He drilled me really fast, and I loved it. I didn’t know that the old timer had it in him. I guess he got a lot of practice from banging plenty of whores.
He squeezed my tight waist and panted as he carried on giving it to me from behind. I’d be lying if I said that I didn’t enjoy it.
After some time, Martin slowed down and then pulled his dick out. I turned and faced him, pulling my g-string all the way to the floor. He shoved three fingers into my pussy and fingered me. I raised my right leg, and he hooked his arm under it to hold it up while aggressively fingering me.
I craned my head back and moaned. I’ve never been fingered that aggressively before. He gritted his teeth and smiled. This continued for a few minutes.
I lowered my head, my chin brushing my chest as I breathed heavily. Martin unhooked his arm from my leg and then grabbed my waist, raising me slightly so that I sit on his desk.
I spread my legs wide open, my heels resting on the sides of the desk. He stuck his dick inside my pussy and grabbed my tit with his left hand and put his right hand over my lower back, then thrust.
He penetrated me for some time, and I really enjoyed it. The sex was much better than I thought it would be.
“I’m gonna cum,” said Martin.
He pulled his dick out, and I got on my knees in front of him and opened my mouth. He shot his load into my mouth, and I closed my eyes. I swallowed his load because I didn’t know what else to do with it. It’s not like I could run out to the bathroom passed my colleagues with a mouth full of cum.
After I got dressed and headed for the door, Martin said, “I’m impressed with your skills. You’ve definitely earned that raise.”
I smiled and then walked out.
For the next week, I met several of my colleagues in the morning when I got in. The men were especially friendly and so were a few women. The skanks I met looked like they wanted to dig their claws into my skin. I believe it’s because they knew I was the closest to the firm’s main partner and first in line to receive a performance bonus.
What can I say? I was the boss’s favourite, and the bitches in the office knew it. And they were mad as hell.
On Tuesday, I met George, a senior lawyer at the firm. He was definitely into me. I saw the look in his eyes when he saw me for the first time.
He asked me to join him for dinner at an upscale steak restaurant. I didn’t want to be rude, and I wanted to see what I could get from the ordeal.
During the dinner, he mentioned having a sister who was a travelling nurse. I told him about my frail mother, and he told me that his sister was at home for the next few weeks and owed him a favour. He hinted that his sister would look after my Mom while I was at work if I gave him what he wanted.
The following night, we met at a hotel. George wasn’t as good as Martin in bed, but he was a master at pussy licking. He rattled his tongue in all directions over my pussy. God, it felt good.
That weekend, George’s sister looked after Mom. I was so glad to have the weekend to myself and just relax. I love Mom, but I needed a break to be myself.
She also came a few times for the next few weeks. Having her take care of Mom was delightful. While she did that, I went out with Carl almost every night to a new restaurant. He was single.
He won a competition that entitled him to a 50% discount at certain restaurants for an entire year. Since he didn’t have anyone to cook for him and needed company, I was the fortunate one to get a free meal several times a week. The only thing I needed to do was bang him once every few weeks.
Another colleague, Andre, had a boat and a vacation house by the water. He took me there on weekends. I had fun, food and free accommodation. Once a week, he banged me so that he got something out of the deal.
After a few weeks, word had spread around the office about my companionship. I’m sure the guys had bragged about banging me to their coworkers.
I was a busy girl, more so after work than during it. George, Andre and Carl helped me to save money on food, entertainment and time for looking after Mom.
Kyle and Ben took me shopping. I’m pretty sure both of them were married, but I never bothered asking. They bought me designer handbags and shoes. Ben was a sweetheart for buying me the furry Gucci coat. That must’ve been expensive. I don’t know the price because I wasn’t the one paying.
With these two guys added to the mix, I deleted clothing from my budget.
My salary increase came through, and I was over the moon. I also had another job offer, which paid a thousand dollars more. When I took the gifts, meals, leisure time, accommodation and care for Mom into consideration, my current job ended up being a better offer.
I politely declined the offer from Waldorf Associates. Just a few weeks ago, I would’ve snapped up that offer in a heartbeat because they’re a big firm and job offers have slowed down substantially in the last few months.
One of the bitches in the office walked past me while I was making coffee in the kitchen and said, “Slut.” Of course she was jealous of the attention that I was getting. I’m pretty sure that Martin knew I was being banged by other guys. But what could he do? It’s not like he could reprimand me or forbid me to see them.
As long as he got his turn once in a while, he was happy.
About a month into the arrangements, I noticed some of the men receiving frequent calls during our outings. They said that it was no one important calling, but my gut told me otherwise.
I think the office bitches contacted the wives and told them with who their husbands were spending time. The wives probably wouldn’t have become suspicious if it wasn’t for the bitches because the husbands would’ve told them that they were working.
The following week, Kyle and Ben couldn’t take me shopping anymore. Apparently, they were busy, all of a sudden. Yeah right.
Then, Andre couldn’t take me away for the weekend anymore. George’s sister had to travel, so she couldn’t look after Mom. And Martin gave me more work. He said that he needed to justify to his partners my salary increase. Huh? Funny how he didn’t need to give me more work before. Something was definitely up.
Martin called me into the office.
I smiled and sat in front of him. “Yes, Mr Davis?”
“Jade, I’m afraid I have some bad news.”
“Oh, okay. What is it?”
“The economy hasn’t been that great, and we’re looking to reduce our workforce to save costs. It wasn’t an easy decision to make, but we’re going to have to let you go.”
My mouth opened and a lump formed in my throat. “What?”
“I’m sorry. I know this is probably a shock and it requires a lifestyle adjustment. The best we can do is give you a one-month severance pay and wish you the best.”
I felt my chest struggle to receive oxygen. That was a kick in the gut I never expected.
While packing my desk, I looked across the office and saw the bitches giggling. There’s no doubt in my mind that the wives pressured Martin into firing me. They could’ve blackmailed him by threatening to tell his wife about me and him if he didn’t get rid of me.
The following day, I went to Waldorf Associates to ask them if the offer was still available. They told me that the vacancy had been filled.
Three months have passed, and I still haven’t been able to find work. This sucks big time. I tried to get work at several law firms, but it seems that word in the legal industry had spread about me, and I got a reputation for sleeping with married men. No doubt those bitches from the office had communicated it far and wide.
Now, I’ve got no money to pay rent. My car has been repossessed after failing to make payments, and I can’t even take care of Mom properly. I guess being a slut never pays.
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