The night of the party arrived. Being a newly acquired company meant that the planners pulled out all of the stops: black tie, top shelf booze and views of the city that belonged on a postcard. My employees had caught wind that I was tasked to deciding all of their futures and tonight was the night they would make their moves: some dropped names, others made promises and almost everyone was handing me drinks. Truth be told, I was bored. I had been talking about the transition for so long I felt like a robot. Each night I would go home, have a glass (or bottle) of wine and pass out just to do it the next day. So tonight I was looking for something special. My ego was huge tonight and I knew I could get any woman in the room...any woman. But then she walked in. A tall brunette with ice blue eyes, and a dark green halter dress that hugged her curves and showed just enough cleavage. I couldn't see who she was with, but I didn't care, she would be my conquest. Just then, some PR person started leading me toward the stage it was time for the bullshit "everything is great" speech. As I stood on the stage my mouth rattled off the typical Christmas party speech about luck and teamwork and great things coming our way, but my eyes scanned the crowd, I needed to find her. As I was wrapping up I found her but Shit, of all people she was with it had to be Dave, the new guy. As I wrapped up and walked off the stage, a plan was already forming.
A little while later, while I was at the bar I felt a tap on my shoulder. As I turned I found myself face to face with the mystery woman...and Dave. "Mr. Landon, I'd like you to meet my wife, Mila." "Please call me Jake" as I took her hand and kissed the back of it. "jake, it's such a pleasure. "the pleasure is all mine. Jeez Dave when I said bring the arm candy I had no idea you were hiding this gem at home. Now i feel guilty making you stay at the office." She blushed and smiled. It was breathtaking, why the hell was she with this pipsqueak? Dave excused himself. "while we have a quick second, I want to thank you for being Dave's champion at work, he speaks very highly of you." Something must have shown on my face because her smile faded in to a look of concern. "Did I Say something wrong?" I saw Dave winding his way back through the crowd. Time for a quick topic change, "It's a night of celebration, no more work talk." "Did you give it to him sweetie?" I didn't know what they were talking about, but I sure hope she gave it to me sooner than later. "We just decided no more work talk babe, it can wait." Now I was intrigued. I said, "I'll make an exception." She opened her clutch and handed me a folded piece of paper. All of a sudden she let a rush of words go "I know this is tacky, but it's my resume, I figured you would need more staff, and now that we are settled, we could use a second income, and I'm sorry...." I took it from her hands, this was my in. I leaned in while putting my hand on her hip. "I'll call you next week" and kissed her cheek. "Dave, I'll see you Monday. Please Excuse me." and I walked away grinning and my mind reeling with all of the naughty possibilities that came with that resume.
The next week I called Mila in for an "interview" because all of a sudden I felt in need of a personal admin. She walked in to my office in a tailored suit with her hair in a twist. As I got up to greet her my first thought was of a naughty librarian. "Mila thanks for coming have a seat." She was very gracious for the opportunity and we made small talk about the weekend. "Listen I'm going to be honest, there are no positions open right now." I saw her smile fade "but I'm realizing with the merger that I'm in need of a personal assistant and I would like to offer you the job." After her acceptance and many thanks, I had to stop her. "This won't be easy, we are going to have to work very closely and there are times when I will be asking a lot of you. I expect the best and even though Dave will be in the same building, while you are here you are all mine. Understood?" "Absolutely Mr. Landon. I'm quite confident that you will be happy with my performance, when I'm at work, I'm all yours." She had no idea what I had in store for her. "Great, I expect you here on Monday at 8AM ready to work." "I'll be here" and as I watched her walk out my eyes never left her perfect ass.
The first couple of weeks went by quickly, Mila was a quick study and was like a Labrador in her desire to make me happy and my life easier. After the first week I started getting closer to her, sharing her personal space, resting my hand on her shoulder, guiding her to a seat by the small of her back. All the while drinking her in, her perfume, her laugh, the way she bit her lip when she was concentrating. It wasn't too long before she unconsciously started doing similar things. If I was showing her something she would lean in close and have her hand on my shoulder, or she would scoot her chair closer to mine to see my monitor. Her touch was electric. Some days, I would have to jack off behind closed doors just to control myself. After a few weeks, I decided things had to change and the only way that could happen was with Dave out of the picture so I could have Mila;s undivided attention. Being the boss had its perks so I arranged for him to go to a new company orientation in Europe for 3 weeks. That first weekend he was gone I had a VIP client dinner meeting. In the past, They would bring their wives/girlfriends, I decided to bring Mila under the pretense of needing her to pick up on anything I may miss in conversation. I called her to tell her about it and at first she was hesitant, but I was persistent. "I really need your eyes and ears, plus it must be lonely with Dave out of town. Unless you don't enjoy my company and don't like expensive wine and fancy dinners? Did I mention the charming company?" "I guess it would be a nice night, but I don't have anything to wear." I was ready for that. "My treat, consider it a business expense, I'll have something sent to your house." After some feeble protests she agreed and I told her to be ready at 8. I called my personal shopper, described her shape (I could picture her every time I closed my eyes) and asked for something clingy, sexy but classy. When my car pulled up to her house, I was on the phone so the driver went to the door. As I saw her walking down her front steps I was speechless, I needed to give that personal shopper a tip. She was wearing a knee length black body hugging dress with a thigh slit and a v-neck with a mesh panel so you could see her cleavage but it wasn't trashy and black high heels. When the driver opened the door I pretended to be sending an e-mail when I was really just hoping she wouldn't see my arousal. I told her how beautiful she looked and she thanked me for the dress because it was something she would "never have picked out for herself". "I don't know how we are going to concentrate on business, their wives better watch out." I poured us champagne. "Now remember, you aren't Dave's wife tonight and you aren't my assistant, you are my companion." I didn't want to freak her out with the gf word. "So you're going to have to move the ring to another finger and we are going to have to pretend to be closer than we are." She was staring at her wedding ring. "I told you at the beginning I would be asking a lot of you and you agreed." "you're right." And to my surprise she took of her ring and put it in her purse and then chugged the rest of her champagne. Thanks to traffic we kicked one bottle and moved on to a second. She was visibly relaxing. I put my arm around her, and caressed hers with my finger tips and she didn't say a thing. I gradually drew her closer to me, our thighs touching. She turned to look at me and she must have realized our faces were mere inches from one another. She put a hand on my chest and cleared her throat " Just as she was about to protest, we pulled up to the restaurant.
Dinner went very well, the clients were both jealous and impressed that I had such a specimen on my arm and Mila played the part accordingly by draping herself on me repeatedly, running her fingers down my neck, and placing her hand on my thigh. I don't know if it was the alcohol or role playing, but the tide was turned in my favor and I didn't care. We walked to the car intertwined and my hand just happened to stay on her firm ass the whole way. The moment we got in the car she kicked her shoes off and put her legs in my lap. "My feet are killing me." with a slight slur in her words. I started to rub them. She closed her eyes and relaxed. "They already feel better" she purred. Fuck it, I was going to try my luck. "move a little closer and I'll work on your legs." I gave her toned calves some attention before slowly working my way up. Without a word I moved my hands slowly up to her thigh all the while massaging and rubbing. I inched my hands under her skirt and moved even higher. Still no protest. I let my finger tips graze between her legs and that's when I realized she wasn't wearing any panties. I ran my palms up her thighs, pushing the dress up around her waist. I ran my hands around her waist and gripper her ass lifting her and bringing her over on to my lap. She was straddling me now, faces inches away from one another. She opened her eyes, stared straight in to mine and kissed me. First slow and hesitant then the fierceness built up and exploded. She tasted like champagne. Her hands gripped my hair as her body writhed against mine. As we kissed I pulled the top of her dress down to her waist. Her once classy dress reduced to nothing but a high priced belt. Her need for this was obvious, she had a hunger that needed to be fed. We broke the kiss to grab some air and as she bit her lip seductively she removed my tie and unbuttoned my shirt, our eyes never looking away. I brought my mouth to her breasts and she arched her back to allow me easier access. As I teased her nipples she slid her hands under my shirt and dug her nails in to my back. I drew back in shock and a little bit of pain. "I don't want to be your companion anymore, I want to be your slut" I never thought I would hear her speak that way but it was like it unleashed an animal in her and in me. We changed positions so she was sitting and I was kneeling. She spread her legs and at first I used my tongue to play with her clit, but then I ate her pussy like it was dessert. As my mouth worked downstairs I reached up and pinched her nipples. She pressed my left hand on to her breast and took my right hand and sucked on my fingers. I nibbled my way up her body and as I kissed her I began to finger her, slow at first to tease her. As I sped up she started to moan and I would slow down. "No please, keep going, faster" And I did. "That's not all you want, is it slut?" My fingers making her squirm. "No I want your dick, please fuck me," she whispered. "I'm sorry I didn't hear you." "I need you to FUCK me." We couldn't get my pants off fast enough. I was fully hard and aching to enter her. I climbed back on the seat and had her straddle me, my pants around my ankles. She guided me into her. "Mmm" there was that lip biting again. She rocked back and forth on my cock enjoying every second and every inch. She grabbed my face and looked straight in to my eyes. As she dropped her head back, she moved her hands around and grabbed fistfuls of my hair. I traced my hands down her back and grabbed her ass. In one swift movement I had her on her back on the bench seat. I braced myself, one knee on the seat, one foot on the floor. I pushed her legs up and apart and rammed myself in to her. "Oh yeah" I leaned down and kissed her for what seemed like hours as I continued my thrusting. Now it was her who grabbed my ass. She kept trying to pull me in deeper, but I wasn't about to let her take control. She started to play with herself , doing whatever she could to get the end she yearned for. As I slowed my pace, I took one of her hands and kissed it and she stuck her finger in my mouth tasting her juices. I grabbed each of her wrists and pinned them above her head against the car wall and increased my speed. Her panting turned to moaning then to squealing. "I'm so close, please, please..." I was too. She was at my mercy and I at hers. I could feel the pressure building in my balls and used every ounce of sexual frustration from the last few weeks to pound her. "Mila, I'm cummmming!" I couldn't hold back anymore and with one final thrust we climaxed together. Still holding her hands above her head I leaned down to kiss her. She wrapped her legs around me as her body slowly relaxed. When I broke the kiss and looked down at her, her eyes still closed, she had a smirk on her face. I pulled out and sat back on the seat, highly satisfied when I realized the car wasn't moving. There was a knock on the darkened passenger side window. "I guess this is my stop" Mila said. She opened her eyes and as she put her dress back in to place, she looked at me, "that was the best ride I've had in a while." She leaned over and kissed me a long goodbye. I pulled on my pants and as she reached for the door handle. "Back to business as usual on Monday?" she asked. Yeah like that was going to happen, I smiled and she got out.
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