Personal Assistant (Closed)

[Biker_Faerie]

Grace James walked up to the front desk of Avery Wealth Management. The pretty receptionist looked up from her computer screen and asked happily,

"Can I help you?"

"I'm here for an interview with Sir George Avery." 

"Oh right," the receptionist replied, her tone becoming more business like. "Please take a seat. Someone will be with you shortly."

Grace sat down in one of the plush leather armchairs in the reception area and looked around while she waited. Avery Wealth Management reeked of money and you could hardly fail to notice that. As one of the more exclusive personal investment specialists, one that was only available to high net worth individuals, they had an image to maintain.

It hadn't been the money that had attracted Grace to the position of live-in Personal Assistant to its chairman and chief exec, Sir George Avery however, although the salary for the job was generous. No, it was more the opportunity of a fresh start.

If you’d have asked her a year ago whether she’d be interested in being a live in P.A. she’d have laughed, but that had been before her life had imploded. Back then she’d had a good job as P.A. to a senior director in a FTSE100 company. She had a dockland apartment which she’d bought with her boyfriend and life has been good.

Then, one evening, at a two day off site company seminar she’d had a little too much to drink and ended up having a threesome with two good looking guys from marketing. Grace had never done anything like that before and the sex had blown her mind, but it had come at high price. One of the guys she’d slept with had bragged about it and within a week she’d been offered voluntary redundancy to go quietly or face a disciplinary proceeding for gross misconduct. She'd had no choice but to tell her boyfriend and within a month they’d broken up. They tried to sell their apartment but couldn’t, so were still living together, and to make matters worse Grace couldn’t get another senior P.A. job. It was as if she’d been blackballed.

She had no choice but to take temporary work, well below what she was capable of, just to come up with her share of the mortgage payment but then one day almost a year after that fateful night she’d received a call from a recruitment agency offering her a job. At first they didn’t say who the job was for but explained that it would be a live in role to a wealthy individual who worked in the city. It would involve three days in London and four at his estate in the Cotswolds. She would have her own quarters at both locations and it seemed like the answer to Grace’s prayers. She could finally move out of the apartment she shared with her ex yet still pay the mortgage until they could sell it.

The first interview was with the recruitment consultant and it had seemed to go well. Then she got a call back for a second interview, and at this stage they informed her that the employer would be Sir George Avery. Grace googled everything she could about him. He was a distinguished looking man who had built the company up from nothing and had been knighted for his services to various charities. She knew he was sixty because he’d just had a lavish party at his Cotswold estate, behind closed doors. She learned all she could about Avery wealth management but apart from the little she’d manage to glean she couldn’t find much about Sir George.

After five minutes another pretty young thing walked up to her and announced.

“Sir George will see you now. Please follow me.”

Grace knew she probably wasn't the only applicant they'd be interviewing but she was determined to get the job.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Sir George Avery was in the market for a personal assistant. A live-in assistant. He commissioned the search to the top recruitment agency in London, and they came back with four candidates, three women and one man. Personal interviews were scheduled for Monday and Tuesday, morning and afternoon. By Wednesday Sir George would make his decision.

His demands for the job were set high for education and experience, and he was lucky, so the agency said, to have four to choose from. Monday morning, the first candidate, a young woman with a few years experience as an administrative aide and a good background in business. He didn’t find her compatible, though, and she seemed more interested in the perks than the job.

The afternoon found him meeting a twenty-five year old man, well experienced in financial advising. A good prospect, but Sir George got the sense that the young man saw the post as more of a stepping-stone to better things than a long-term position.

Tuesday morning saw the arrival of another woman, an older lady, highly experienced, of course, and a person who clearly interpreted the role as one of managing her employer’s life rather than assisting him. As he waited after lunch for the final candidate, he hoped that she would be suitable. A quick review of her resume and the agency report, and he called his secretary to bring her in.

He was pleased by her look: an attractive woman, very attractive, and very well and appropriately dressed. A little nervous in her greeting, but that was to be expected. A round of the usual questions to begin, and Ms. James addressed the issues well, though a noticeable hint of nervousness continued. Sir George concluded that she was likely desperate for the appointment.

That was a reasonable conclusion, after all, the report showed she had left a similar position some time ago and now was working in a secretary pool for a bank, a job far beneath her background and abilities. And yes, there was a note about the incident that led to her leaving her PA job, and a suggestion that she not be hired.

The incident added a bit to Sir George’s interest; he wasn’t at all averse to sexual misconduct, and the fact that she was desperate gave her some vulnerability. And Sir George wasn’t averse to taking advantage of that. Her looks and her dress were also appealing; the thought that he could use her as a companion for some of his business luncheons and dinners added to her value.

“Would you be so kind, Ms. James, as to walk to the other side of the office and back?”

Grace rose without question, turned, and started walking. Sir George watched her; she had a very pleasant feminine stride, but that wasn’t why he sent her on the walk. There were two reasons: the first, to see if she’d obey without question; the second to see if she paid attention to things. While her back was turned, he rearranged a few items on his desk

“Is my desk the same as when you were sitting here?” he asked when she had returned.

She looked at the desk for a moment, and then identified which things had been moved. Her prospective employer was well-pleased; she was the only candidate who obeyed without a question or a quizzical look and she was the only one who saw that the desk had been rearranged..

Sir George wouldn’t need another day to decide; Grace James was his choice. He offered her three months probation at a good salary, and described the living arrangements. He also noted that he did have a dress code for his PA, and so there would be a clothing allowance as well.

“Do think about it Ms. James,” he said as he saw her to the door, “though I would hope for your answer by tomorrow. Please let my secretary know one way or the other as soon as you make up your mind. Have a good day.”

He sat and fell into a bit of a reverie of the potential pleasures of having a personal assistant such as Grace,

 

[Biker_Faerie]

Grace already knew she wanted the job but didn't want to appear desperate. So she kept quiet, agreeing to consider the offer overnight. The salary was good and as far as Grace understood it, she would have her own apartment in a wing of Sir George's Cotswold estate and slightly more modest 'quarters' in his London town house.

She caught the tube home feeling a sense of relief that finally her year long nightmare was over. It had been an odd interview in places, especially the part about getting up and turning her back on Sir George but despite her nerves she seemed to have what he was looking for.

When she got home she informed her ex about the position and that she'd be moving out, which was a relief to them both. Then in the morning she called in sick to her temporary job and phoned Sir George's secretary to accept the position. The secretary seemed relieved and asked her when she could start, to which Grace replied that she was free almost immediately. It was a Tuesday and so the secretary suggested that she catch a train up to the Cotswolds on the Saturday which would give her time to settle in before starting work on the Monday.

"There are a few formalities we'll need to complete. Paperwork and the like," the secretary informed Grace. "And I'll arrange for some boxes to be delivered to you today in order that we can ship your belongings."

"Great, thanks," Grace replied.

"Oh and you'll need to go to Harvey Nichols today to get measured."

"Measured?"

"Yes, Sir George is very particular about what his staff where while on duty. If you do it today then we can make sure its delivered in time for your arrival."

"Ok."

As instructed Grace went to the upmarket department store where she was measured and digitally mapped to make clothes purchasing remotely much easier. When she got home, packing boxes had arrived along with a contract for signature. The contract had very strict confidentiality clauses but Grace accepted that this was part of the package for working with the rich.

The next few days were a whirlwind of activity, culminating in Grace boarding a train for Moreton in the Marsh in the Cotswolds and from their by a waiting taxi to Sir Gregory's estate.

When she arrived late afternoon a young couple were waiting to greet her.

"Hello you must be Grace the young woman," offered. "I'm Anne the housekeeper and this is my husband Jack who takes care of the estate."

Anne and Jack made an attractive couple and Grace couldn't help admiring Jack's form as she followed them both into the house

"You're apartment's in the old Servant's quarters with us," Anne explained. "When you're here I'll do all the cooking and you can eat with Jack and I or in your apartment, but tonight Sir George has asked that you dine with him."

Anne showed Grace to her apartment and Grace was surprised at how nice it was. The packing boxes had been emptied and her belonging put in drawers ready for her.

"I hope you'll be happy here," Anne told Grace. "Sir George can be a bit particular about certain things but he's also very generous too. Feel free to use the pool and the gym and you're welcome to ride the horses stabled here. If you don't ride then I'm sure Jack wouldn't mind giving you few lessons," Anne said with s light sparkle in her eyes.

"Thank you. I can't ride but i'd love to learn."

"I'll let him know," she giggled.

"Sir George has asked that you wear this for dinner," Anne said pointing to a garment bag hanging up on a wardrobe. "It came from London on Friday along with the rest of your outfits... Anyway I'll let you get settled in."

"Thank you, Anne. I'm really looking forward to being here."

"It will be nice to have another woman around," Anne added with a twinkle in her eyes again.

Anne closed the door behind her and Grace walked over to the garment bag. She undid the zip and peered inside, a little shocked by what sir George had chosen.

 

[Tio_Narratore]

Avery was delighted to hear that Grace had accepted the position. And now there was some work to be done. First, a call to his caretaker; her rooms were to be prepared. Not just cleaned, but new furnishings where needed. A desk and credenza would be needed. A mini fridge, coffee machine, electric kettle, and . . . well, he left the details to Jack, and, of course, Anne, Jack’s wife. She’d ensure it was done with a feminine touch. Second, some online shopping.

Sir George planned on having Grace dine with him on Saturday, and he had ideas as to what she should wear. A”little black dress,” certainly, and he found one he liked. She’d need shoes as well, and stockings. Silk, of course. Lace panties and suspenders too. He had them delivered to Anne with instructions that Grace was to wear the ensemble to dinner.

He finished the day and took the train to the Cotswolds to begin his long weekend. Thursday, a brief inspection of the three upstairs rooms that were to be his personal assistant’s quarters, and then to his usual round of activities. Saturday midday he watched the cab arrive and the servant couple welcome their new colleague.

Anne finished with her rooms, rearranging some things to her preferences while she thought about the somewhat risqué outfit she was to wear for dinner. Downstairs, then, to join Anne in the kitchen

“I was just about to make a spot of tea, Grace,” she announced; “would you care to join me?”

They chatted as they sipped their tea and ate a few biscuits. Anne informed her that dinner would be at half seven, but she should get there by the hour. "I’ll be going around five to cook," Anne said. Anne showed her the path to the manor, about a hundred yards off. The servants’ cottage was partly secluded by a row of trees.

Jack was up at the manor with Sir George.

“That’s quite a good looking woman you’ve hired, Sir,” he said with a twinkle n his eye “It’ll be a pleasure to have her around. Anne will enjoy her company too.”

Avery let out a suggestive little laugh. “Yes, very attractive, I agree, But I did hire her for more than eye candy; she’s very capable as well, and will be taking on a lot of duties here and in the city.”

“She’s expressed an interest in learning how to ride, Sir George,” Jack noted. “Shall I give her lessons?”

“By all means,” Sir George replied. “Next Thursday would be a good time to get her mounted.”

The two men smiled slyly

Jack took his leave, and the master returned to his study, reading a book as he awaited the arrival of his new hire. A quick tour of the house for her, and then a drink before dinner was his plan. And he was eager to see her in the dress he left for her.

 

[Biker_Faerie]

When Grace had finished settling in she wandered downstairs to find Anne who offered to make a cup of tea for the two of them. Jack seemed to have disappeared so the two girls were able to have a chat over a biscuit and after a while Grace built up the courage to ask Anne about the dress that had been put out for her.

"Are you sure its the right one?" Grace asked diplomatically. "It's quite revealing really."

"Oh no, it's definitely the right one," Anne reassured her. "Sir George wouldn't make a mistake. He likes his staff to look their best."

It was true, Grace thought. Everyone at Avery Wealth Management had looked immaculately dressed and even Anne, who was a housekeeper, was wearing a beautiful tartan skirt and very tight figure hugging sweater that showed off her breasts beautifully.

"Would you like to try the dress on and I'll let you know what i think," Anne offered.

"Thanks, I would," Grace replied grateful for a second opinion just in case there'd been a horrible mix up.

The two women went up to Grace's apartment and Grace picked up the garment bag to take into the bedroom.

"I'll just go and change," she offered.

"You can change here," Anne replied. "I'm not a prude."

Grace stripped off until she was naked aware that Anne was watching her.

"You've got a great body," Anne told her.

"Thanks," Grace replied. Then she asked, "Would you do me up?"

Grace slipped into the dress not bothering with the stockings or panties and aware that there was no room for a bra. Then she turned round and presented her back to Anne. Anne pulled up the zipper and secured the clasp then before Grace had had time to turn around she felt Anne kiss the back of her neck. It was like electricity. Literally nobody had touched her like that in a year.

"There," Anne said afterwards, "Turn around and let's have a look at you."

Grace turned around so that she faced Anne, not wanting to make a thing about what had just happened. Anne smoothed down the dress over Grace's hips then stood back to admire her.

"It suits you, Sir George will approve."

"You don't think its too much?"

"Not at all but if I could make one suggestion."

"Yes?"

Anne walked up to Grace pulled up the hem of the short dress so that it rested on Grace's hips, then she placed a hand on Grace's pussy. Grace almost went weak at the knees when she did.

"You should tidy this up," Anne suggested.

Grace felt ashamed that Anne had needed to point this out. She'd had nobody to tidy herself up for and had got out of the habit of 'attending to her garden'. Anne lifted up her skirt and took a hold of Grace's hand pushing into her panties. Anne's pubic mound was as smooth as a baby's bottom

"Something like this would be preferable, at least in my experience," she told Grace.

Grace let her hand linger on Anne's pussy, experiencing an intimacy that she hadn't felt in a long time. Anne reached in and gave her a kiss on the lips and one again Grace felt electricity between them

"Anyway I'll leave you to it," Anne said breaking the kiss. "We don't want you to be late for Sir George."

***

Just before seven, Grace walked over to the big house from the servant's quarters, dressed in the clothes sir George had chosen for her. She'd been worried she would be late. It had taken several disposable razors to tidy herself up down below, but eventually she'd managed it. Now her bare pussy felt strange after having been covered in a thick fuzz for so long

It was only a short walk to the big house from the servant's quarters, but she wore a coat against the autumn chill. When she reached the big front door she wasn't sure if she should ring the bell or walk right in. She decided caution was the better strategy and rang the bell. A few moments later the door opened and there stood Sir George.