The Edge of Me

[anguisette]

Two weeks into a new job and I was ready to quit. I couldn't stand my new boss. He had seemed so wonderful when I had interviewed with him. Hired me on the spot. He even took me out to lunch that day. I was touched, especially when it hadn't turned out to be a come-on, just a wonderful gesture for his new administrative assistant. His cordial demeanor didn't last once the job started, however. He yelled, he insulted and he expected me to put in as many sixteen-hour days as he did. The trouble was I need the job. Desperately. Almost six months of unemployment had left me with a stack of bills that I hadn't even begun to tackle. After fourteen days of such treatment, I was feeling frazzled to say the least.

Maybe that's why I did something so stupid. Last night while my boss was in a meeting, I logged onto one of my favorite websites, one whose content would have made 99% of the population blush. Who knew such things could be traced. I came in this morning to find a note on my desk, demanding a meeting at 12:00 sharp. With a sinking feeling, I knew what it was about.
I glanced at the clock. Ten minutes to go.

OOC:
My character's name is Jennifer Ameretti:

- 22 years old
- long black hair, soft brown eyes
- 5'10"
- willowy, slender build

I need someone to play Jennifer's boss. Please make him a character that can take Jennifer to the edge.

 

[MBS1969]

Thomas Pennington III

OOC

Thomas Pennington III

35 Years Old
Company Director and heir to the Pennington fortunes
Brown hair and brown eyes
6ft 1 and slightly built but not skinny.

IC

The new girl Jennifer wasn't shaping up to well, she seemed to be distracted and didn't work to the high standards he'd been used to from his last AA. She seemed to think that long hours in business were taboo and her work was woefully short of her references. Since that first day. Thomas had begun to regret even hiring her.

Nevertheless, Thomas had found a solution, a way to make her work to his rules or an excuse to sack her. It would be her choice but if she played by his rules then it would improve his lot somewhat.

Since his messy divorce Thomas had thrown himself into work and before she'd come for the interview he'd not bothered with women for over three years. Mary his old assistant had been efficient but at sixty years old and his father's old relic, had not exactly set his pulse racing. He'd hired Jennifer mainly on her looks and now he had a plan which might just ease both his work and personal problems.

He'd looked through the staff internet logs and found something really interesting and something very embarrassing to most people. Now he had summoned her to a lunchtime meeting and was waiting for her. She would either come around to his way of doing things or he was prepared to let the whole world know her sordid little secret. No employment tribunal on earth would back her after his discovery.....how desparate was she to keep her job and to keep her employment records clean?

 

[anguisette]

The moment arrived and I stood up. My desk was located in Mr. Pennington’s outer office and I crossed the floor, pausing at the door to his inner sanctum. I smoothed the red fabric of my skirt and pulled down the sleeves of the matching jacket, the nervous fidgeting of someone about to meet their doom.

I knocked on the door precisely at noon, having learned that much about my boss’s expectations.

“Enter”

Mr. Pennington’s sonorous voice could be heard clearly through the burnished oak.

I opened the door and stepped inside. Of Mr. Pennington I could see nothing. His chair faced away from the doorway and was turned towards the large wall of windows that gave a breathtaking view of the city. I stood there like an idiot wondering whether I should sit down. Nervously, I straightened my very straight skirt again.

“You wanted to see me, sir.”

I tried to keep the tremor from my voice and failed miserably.

 

[MBS1969]

The knock on the door came as the clock in the office chimed twelve noon and I knew that she was taking this meeting seriously. I swivelled my chair to the view through my office windows, staring out at the cityscape and using all the authority I could cram into my voice, requested her to enter.

I heard her close the door behind her and could almost feel her tension as she approached the desk. Then there was silence, a long pause which most people would find very awkward and disconcerting. I enjoyed the discomfort I was obviously causing her and listened closely for any sound she might make.

A small sound of cloth moving against nylon and then a quiet nervy voice, “You wanted to see me, sir.”

I waited a few more seconds, letting the tension build before swivelling my chair back to face the desk......

I caught my breath a little as I saw her in front of me, I had certainly been right on my first instincts. She was stunning and standing in front of me with a pale face and hands by her waist she had a vulnerable quality that I hadn't seen before. Her smart red suit was perfectly arranged and her low cut silk blouse bulged slightly with just the tiniest hint of cleavage showing. My eyes looked her up and down and my hearing did not seem to have decieved me as her legs appeared to be clad in a pair of cream nylons. Her red shoes gave away her discomfort as they fidgeted in front of me, my eyes then returned to her face. I gave her my sternest look and in a strict voice motioned to the seat.

"Sit down Miss Ameretti"

She sat with the discomfort of a woman sitting on the electric chair, her unease making her modesty disappear as her skirt ran up her thighs exposing the tops of her stockings. My eyes lingered there for a moment as I enjoyed making her squirm. She blushed as she must have known what I was looking at but dared not correct her dress.

"I've asked you in here to discuss a very serious matter Miss Ameretti, VERY serious indeed Jennifer!!"

I fixed a hard stare on her and smirked inwardly as I saw her eyes fall to her lap.

"Things haven't been going too well since you came to work for me and I have allowed a little latitude to reflect that you are new here Jennifer."

Her cheeks and pinked now and she was gently squirming in the chair in front of me.

"You probably think I've been hard on you but I am used to a certain standard of work and commitment to me, and I'm not prepared to let that lapse. Today, I'm afraid it's time for an ultimatum Jennifer......!"

She looked at me with a look of sheer fear as if she knew what was going to come next. I rose from my chair and her eyes followed me as I walked to the window. I knew that he sun shining through the window would blind her and she would not be able to see my face. She blinked and squinted her eyes in front of me and I steadied my voice to make my move.

"Either you shape up quickly or I'm going to have to let you go....and I'm expecting a vast improvement in your work if you stay. I'll also have some new and very special services for you to provide for me. I know they're not in your contract but I think we need to renegotiate."

Her face had gone pale again and I was enjoying myself.

"Oh, by the way I just thought I'd mention that I've been reviewing the staff internet logs and certain staff will need to be disciplined too. Do you understand what I'm saying Jennifer? You can keep your job but you are going to have to work with me more closely, I won't tolerate the abuse of my trust and I'll definately need you to help me to sort that out.

She stared at me as if in shock and I added quietly.

"I'd love for you to stay as my PERSONAL assistant Jennifer, but you look uncomfortable. I suggest you go and freshen up and decide if you want to remain in my employ. I'll expect an answer within the hour, otherwise you can clean out your desk and I'll get to work on your references.......

 

[anguisette]

“Yes, Sir. Within the hour, Sir.”

Mr. Pennington turned away from me. Knowing that I was dismissed, I left his office. Fled might have been a better word. I returned to my desk and buried my face in my arms, willing myself not to cry. He quite literally wanted a slave working for him if the man didn’t think I worked hard enough already. That wasn’t what worried me. I could have learned to work the long hours and put up with the abuse with a smile if that had been all, but it wasn’t. He hinted at things that I didn’t even want to contemplate.

Only I had to. It seemed he knew where I been on the Internet during company hours. I had no doubt that he currently possessed the stories I had written for the website. The last had been an especially graphic account of a woman discovering her submissive nature. I had to face the fact that my boss had access to some of my darkest fantasies. The thought of what he would do with that knowledge made me shudder.

Rising on trembling legs, I slung my purse over my shoulder and made my way to the ladies room. Luckily the room was empty and I went over to one of the sinks. When I looked into the mirror, I saw that how pale I looked despite my olive complexion. Anybody who looked at me would know that I was terrified. I turned on the cold water and splashed some on my face. Filling a bit better, I dried off and fixed my make-up. No sense returning to Pennington looking like a nightmare. Whatever he meant by “Personal Assistant”, and I had a pretty good idea, I was pretty sure it would require me to always look my best. That settled it. My decision had been made. Really there had never really been any doubt. Pennington knew it and so did I. He would see me fired, and prevent me from getting another job. I would do whatever he asked.

When I knocked on his door a second time, I felt a sense of the inevitable roll through my body. It was as if much were being taken out of my hands. The feeling took my breath away. At his command to enter, I did so. This time Mr. Pennington faced the door to his office and his eyes watched me as I strode in.

“Mr. Pennington, I will comply with all of your demands. As I told you at my interview, I need this job. This still holds true. Whatever I can do to make up for my mistakes, I will do.”

I have to admit, the words were galling, but I said them with as much sincerity as I could muster. Mr. Pennington was handsome, wearing the authority of his position like a fine suit, but I chafed at the thought of someone having so much power over me. I waited patiently for him to delineate what my new duties would entail. Fearing and hoping with the same breath.

 

[MBS1969]

Thomas Pennington III

I had expected her to take the full hour to pull herself together and return to my office, I didn't expect to see her before exactly one o'clock. I knew she would not dare arrive one second after one o'clock, but certainly didn't expect her before that.

For the last thirty five minutes I had basked in the position I had put myself in, not only would I soon have a keen and hard worker, I would also have something with which to amuse myself after hours. It had been a long time since my wife had left and I was sure that my long lonlieness was about to come to an abrupt end. She was a real looker, I would show her off at the golf club, the country club and business lunches but the real benefits would be for my private time.

Twelve thirty eight, the knock on my door came.

"Come in" I called expecting some other member of staff to enter, passing the desk which I had caused to be empty. But there she was, a full twenty minutes early, I had a moment of concern as she strode purposefully across the room. Her head was held high and I worried that she was going to call my bluff. I need not have worried though as she stood in front of me and spoke strongly and clearly.

“Mr. Pennington, I will comply with all of your demands. As I told you at my interview, I need this job. This still holds true. Whatever I can do to make up for my mistakes, I will do.”

My plan had worked, she was mine now, caught in my trap and as I would come to realise later she had sealed my own fate too.

"Jennifer, I'm so pleased you've come round to my way of thinking!" I said with my most charming smile. She had pulled herself together well, this was not the women who had stumbled out of my office. She had reapplied her make up and if she had been crying it did not show. Comply with all my demands she had said, then she must know what she was letting herself in for....surely she must.

"Jennifer, take off your jacket please" I said and watched her hesitate for the smallest time before complying. I rose from my seat and walked around the desk not taking my eyes from her.

"In my business, closing the deal is everything Jennifer. Any advantage I can have is paramount, you can help me with that. You will do everything in your power to charm, coerce and it's an ugly word, but bribe my business associates to see things my way, just like you yourself have.

I walked up to her and looked deep into her eyes, my hands lowered to her blouse and slowly unfastened the top two buttons. Her eyes flicked down momentarily as I did this but then returned to gaze at mine. As I parted the top of the blouse her cleavage came fully into view, her breasts clad in a lacy cream bra. Her breasts heaved as if she were having trouble breathing and I continued.

"There will be occasions Jennifer when I ask you to help me with a stubborn client. When I do, I do not expect any arguments from you, just action. We may discuss it later, in fact I would very much like you to tell me everything, but at the right time and place."

My hand slipped beneath the now partly open blouse and gently carressed her lace clad breasts before I quickly stepped backwards and looked her up and down.

"Yes, that is better, please remember that a women's charms should never be fully hidden Jennifer. A man's imagination should be allowed to run wild, especially in business."

I sank to my knees and caught hold of the hem of her skirt, folding over an inch and then over again until the skirt rested on the tops of her thighs.

"The more you show without showing anything, the bigger your and my advantage Jennifer."

I pointed her to the mirror on the wall alongside my desk. "This is your dress code from now on!" I passed her a company credit card and said "Go and buy some new clothes on the firm, you know what I want, make sure you look the part for my five o'clock appointment. I have a very important client arriving and I want you to dazzle him for me! If you do well I may take you out for dinner. I smiled and motioned her to the office door.

"I want you back by four forty-five so that I can make sure you fit the part. Please...... don't let me down!!"

 

[anguisette]

I turned and regarded myself in the full-length mirror. Throughout my professional career, I had always tried to dress with class. My eyes zeroed in on the exposed lingerie and the cleavage that Mr. Pennington had revealed. That was going to change. Much was going to change. From his words it was impossible to tell how far he would expect me to go to get the job done. It was entirely likely that the man would whore me out to close a business deal. I couldn't bring myself to ask him. Anyway, I expected that I would find out when the time came.

My smile was genuine when he handed over the corporate card. Mr. Pennington must have learned from somewhere that shopping was one of the ways to a woman's heart. I think we all secretly want to replay that scene from Pretty Woman.

"Thank you, Sir. I shall be back promptly."

Ten minutes later, I was in my car, headed towards the local mall. I bypassed the usual stores I frequented and headed straight for a boutique I had never entered, one that specialized in clothing that I had always deemed "cheap". I spent almost an hour trying on clothes that all looked too small even though they were exactly the right size. Think like a man. I told myself. That made it easier. I selected a half dozen outfits and handed over Pennington's credit card. As I paid, I notice the clerk had on a pair of gorgeous four-inch heels. She named another store in the mall and I went there next. Something told me none of my sensible low-heeled shoes would look right with anything I bought.

Right away, I saw four pairs of shoes that I had absolutely had to have. It was like a dream come true, to be able to buy them all with someone else's money. Too late did I realize that I wasn't supposed to be enjoying this.

My last stop was a trip to a salon. As the stylist took the pins out of my hair and let down my mane of long dark hair, I explained what I wanted. After she had washed and set my hair in big rollers, my hair cascaded down my back in soft waves of black velvet. She led me to the front of the place where I could get my make-up done. I described the look I was going for, something appropriate for a night out. It was the right decision. When I walked out of the place, my dark eyes looked enormous and my full lips were accentuated by a "kiss me" red lipstick. I noticed I turned heads even in my conservative attire. It was time to change that too. I glanced at my watch. Just enough time.

When I stepped from the ladies restroom, I was completely transformed. My body had been poured into a buttery soft, black leather dress. The neckline was cut low, so low that I felt it would be dangerous to bend over. The hemline was so short that it showed the lacy tops of my stockings when I walked. Over the dress, I wore a long-sleeved black sheer blouse that fluttered around my body when I moved. The heels I chose were black patent, mirror images of the ones the clerk wore. I noticed how their height changed the way I walked, making my ass sway. My legs never looked longer. I actually couldn't wait to see Pennington's face and I didn't have a minute to spare.

At 4:45 on the button, I knocked on my boss's door for the third time that day.

 

[MBS1969]

Thomas Pennington III

I had spent the afternoon trying to work but was so pleased with myself that I found it very hard. My mind kept drifting to the moment when I would finally have her, but not yet! Firstly I wanted to make sure she had no way to back out, to cry out in protest. I wanted to be absolutely certain that she was mine to do with what I wanted.

I wondered what she would be wearing the next time I saw her and tried to imagine the look she would go for. I had no doubts, she wouldn't let me down, I'd seen her eyes sparkle when I handed her the credit card and to put it bluntly she'd look sexy in a sack.

Bang on 4.45 the knock came again, a sound which was beginning to bring new meaning to me. A sound which made my trousers begin to bulge with anticipation.

She entered the room and I caught my breath as she tottered over to my desk. I took in every inch of her body, top to toe. She was a changed women, from conservative secretary to full blooded vamp in four hours. It took all my self control not to grab her and have there and then over my desk. I steeled myself before speaking to her.

"You seem to have indulged yourself at my expense Jennifer, I expect this is not the only outfit you have bought......you better be worth it!!"

I spoke sternly but inside was thrilled at the way she had transformed herself. I really wanted to have a fashion show there and then to see exactly what else she had bought but snapped myself back to the shred of reality that remained in the situation.

"Mr Harrison will be here shortly" I said still staring at her legs which seemed so much longer than before. "We need to go over our plan"

She sat down in front of my desk and from my standing position I could see straight up her skirt to the black lace panties and now black stocking tops. He won't know what hit him, I thought.

"Mr Harrison is an old man Jennifer, you won't have any trouble distracting him! When he arrives, I will greet him myself and begin our meeting. You should make yourself scarce until he is in this office and then sit at your desk. When I buzz you, you knock on the door and.......distract him! When I hand him the contract I don't want him to read it too closely. I don't care how you do it, drop a pen by his chair and bend to pick it up, lean over my desk in his direction and if you have to run your hand along the length of his........arm!?"

She seemed to be taking my instructions well as I stood and walked to the window trying to catch my breath and hoping she hadn't noticed my erection.

"Do we understand each other Miss Ameretti?"

I didn't turn around, just listened for her obediant words

"He has just pulled up, I should go and greet him. This is the start of your new duties Jennifer, don't muck it up You said you'd do anything to make up for your poor start remember."

I walked from the office, leaving her sat at my desk.

 

[anguisette]

Mr. Pennington's reaction was gratifying, to say the least. It tipped the scales of power just a fraction in my favor. I had to keep from smiling when I noticed his erection. He may be the one calling all the shots in this new relationship, but it seemed I was not without my weapons. I listened carefully to his instructions, not wanting to mess up my first "assignment". He left me with my thoughts and I quickly hastened to the coffee room next to the elevator, knowing that I would be able to hear the doors open when they came up.

Sure enough, ten minutes later, I heard Mr. Pennington's voice. I gave them a few minutes to enter his office before I opened the door and peeked my head out. This cloak-n-dagger game was actually kind of fun. I hurried to my desk and sat down, waiting for my boss to buzz me. Nearly jumping a foot when it did, I took several deep breaths to calm myself down. Really! This was just a doddering, old man. There was nothing to be afraid of.

I stood up and walked into Mr. Pennington's office. My boss stood when I entered the room, so did the bald man sitting across from him. I walked directly over to Mr. Pennington's desk and smiled.

"You wanted to see me, Sir."

He walked around and put his hand on the small of my back and turned me to face Mr. Harrison. I kept my face neutral despite the fact that his hand was burning its imprint through the leather of my dress. In order to regain my composure, I ignored my response to his innocent touch and smiled at the old geezer.

"Mr. Harrison, this is my personal assistant, Jennifer Ameretti. Jennifer, this is one of my business associates, Mr. J.D. Harrison."

I knew I was blushing. Mr. Pennington had put just the right intonation on the word "personal" to convey the nature of our relationship, or rather what our relationship would become. That was all it took. I had Mr. Harrison's full attention.

The introductions completed, Mr. Pennington went back to his desk and sat down. For my part, I eschewed the empty chair next to Harrison's and instead perched on the corner of my boss's desk. My long legs were scant inches from the old man's and his eyes never left them as the two men continued their meeting.

When Mr. Pennington started to talk about the contract, I slowly began to uncross my legs. I let my foot caress Harrison’s leg as I did so. My parted thighs were right as his eye level so I took a good long time before recrossing my legs. As if we had choreographed it, that's when Pennington handed me the contract. I plucked a pen from the desk and stood up. Bending low, from the waist, I handed Mr. Harrison the contract and pen. Mr. Pennington would get quite a view from where he sat, but that wasn't my concern at the moment. I knew it was dangerous to bend over in a dress like this and I helped the inevitable along by giving my hips a little wiggle. Sure enough my nipples slipped free of the dress. Mr. Harrison signed the contract without ever taking his eyes away from the coral-colored buds that hovered inches from his face. I snatched the contract with one hand and adjusted my breasts with other as I stood up. Mr. Harrison's bald head all but shined with sweat.

I handed the contract back to my boss and resumed my seat on his desk, waiting for the conclusion of the meeting.

 

[MBS1969]

Thomas Pennington III

I marvelled at how she conducted herself, she gave me exactly what I needed and Harrison was eating out of her hands. The way she passed the contract and got his signature was amazing. Harrison was not the sharpest businessman on the block, but he would at least usually read documents he was putting his name to. She had coaxed him and caressed him innocently until the old fellow would have signed his own death warrant. He had in fact done so, his business death was assured with the conditions I had inserted into the papers. I didn't care though, the business victory paled into insignificance to the victory I had won over Jennifer. She would do my bidding now I was sure and she would do so willingly it seemed.

The moment when she passed the contract to Harrison was the moment I knew it. Without a thought she had thrust her bottom into my face and the view I received was breathtaking. Gone were the black lace panties of earlier, the view I had was of her neatly trimmed pussy and gaping ass staring at me, daring me to lose my cool. All too soon she returned to a standing position and I had to force myself back to the matters at hand. I began to wind up the meeting whilst Jennifer stood next to me now only businesslike.

Reaching across I patted her behind gently in appreciation before letting my hand squirm under her skirt and between her thighs. At the moment I stood to shake Harrison's hand the middle finger of my free hand slipped between the moist lips of her pussy and she jolted slightly in surprise. Harrison was under no illusions about what was going on behind her back either and I didn't care. The rumour mill would soon be busy with stories about my new PA and company directors would knock at my door with new business, just to see if it were true!

I escorted Harrison to the lift and as he left sweating I turned to see Jennifer stood at the outer office door with a smile on her face.

"We sure stitched him up good Mr Pennington!" She said.

I couldn't have agreed more but wasn't about to let her assume the position of equal partner.

"Yes, I did Miss Ameretti, carry on like that and you may just keep your job!" I said with a smirk. "Follow me Jennifer!" with that I strode back into my office.

Back in my office I gave her a copy of my diary with a few choice instructions about what I expected from her at each meeting. Sometime it was to be the same deal, other times just a smiling secretary would be necessary. On other occasions I needed her to intimate that the recipient of her smile might get lucky if she could have sensitive information, after all she would say, she had to make sure her job was safe!!

"So Jennifer" I said as the clock chimed seven O'clock, "I expect you want me to make good on my dinner invitation now?"

I didn't give her time to answer, "I hope you don't have a boyfriend, because of this moment, if you have, he has been dumped! You are my property now 24/7 and when I call I expect you to.....come. For your obediance I will pay you well and you will want for nothing. All of your debts will be cleared but for this I expect total loyalty. I understand you rent an apartment but this will be your last night there, tomorrow you can take the day off to arrange the removal of all your possesions to my mansion on the coast. I can't afford to not have you where I need you! You will have your own room but I may from time to time ask you to share my bed.

I watched for her reactions closely, knowing I was pushing my luck a little but confident all the same.

"Do you have any problems with you new role, Miss Ameretti?..... Jennifer........?

 

[anguisette]

"I... I..."

My mind was in turmoil and it was difficult to think straight. This was the first that Mr. Pennington has spelled it all out for me, every last sordid detail. Somehow I had imagined Mr. Pennington would just ask me to perform tasks like I had done with Mr. Harrison or maybe request a quick lay before he left the office.

That's what I thought he had meant. What he suggested now floored me. Dropping my non-existent boyfriend, paying all my bills, moving in with him, it all sounded like ownership. The thought was strange, foreign, but not entirely unpleasant. My body remembered Mr. Pennington's propriety touch, where he had slipped his fingers within me. I could tell that my pleasure had been written all over my face from Mr. Harrison’s lewd smile.

God help me, I was still moist from the mere memory of it. How strange that this shift in our relationship had awakened my body to his touch. Even now his close proximity affected me. I realized, however, that now was not the time to contemplate such things. Mr. Pennington was still waiting for an answer and I did not want to try his patience already. I swallowed hard.

"No, that will not be a problem, Sir."

Eight words. By speaking them, I had all but turned my life over to my boss for who knew how long, but there really couldn't have been any other answer. My job, indeed my very future hinged upon it. I didn't have a choice although that fact bothered me much less than when Mr. Pennington had first confronted me at our 12:00 meeting.

And then remembering my manners, I added sweetly,

"Dinner would be lovely, Mr. Pennington."

 

[MBS1969]

Thomas Pennington III

"No, that will not be a problem, Sir."

Although I knew she had little option than to accept my demands, her word's were still music to my ears. I searched her face for signs of the inner turmoil she must be going through. I Tried to see if there was any hidden loyalty to a man she would now have to end a relationship with. If she had a boyfriend it was his tough luck, she was mine now completely, I owned her!

"Dinner would be lovely, Mr. Pennington."

Good Jennifer, I'll try not to make you regret your decision but you will have to be good and do as I ask at all times. You may struggle with your moralities from time to time but they are no longer your concern. I will decide what is right and what is wrong for you. Please don't make me show you what happens when things you do are wrong Jennifer!!"

With that I rose to my feet and held out my hand to her. She took my arm and we exited the office to head for the best restaurant in town.

All through dinner I quizzed her about her life and loves, requesting the most intimate details, about her men and her sex life. Although relatively experienced with men her sex life seemed to have been very tame and I looked forward to educating her.

We talked at our dinner table until past eleven o'clock and she seeme eager to please, running her feet up my legs and into my groin. She damn near made me shoot my load into my pants, right there at the dinner table, so expertly did she move her toes. I had to excuse myself and go to the toilet to relieve myself, it would be unthinkable for me to let her see the effect she was having on me.

I took her to a cab at 11.30pm and as she disappeared from view I knew that it would be along time after this night before she was out of my grasp again.

The next day at work passed slowly, the office seemed unusually empty without her and I agreed with myself that just this once work would finish early tonight. Even so it was 6.45 before I left the office and settled into the leather seats of my stretch limo. The journey home would last over an hour but I knew there was a reason to go home tonight. I tried to decide if tonight was the night I would make her mine physically as well as emotionally......

 

[anguisette]

With a box in my hands, I leaned against the door to my bedroom. I looked very different than I had the night before. White t-shirt, blue jeans, hair up in a ponytail – I was dressed for the work of boxing up my life. The trouble was I kept lapsing into reveries, losing myself in the events of yesterday. Dinner with Mr. Pennington. I replayed our evening over and over in my mind. Without a second thought, I had revealed all the intimate details of my life, from the first groping in high school to my last boyfriend. It was unnerving the way he could get me to open up.

I shook my head to clear it, knowing I had to get back to reality. Mr. Pennington had only given me a day to get everything wrapped up.

Several hours later, I stepped out of my car, my jaw all but dropping as I got a close look at my new home. I knew Pennington came from money, but this place was amazing! A nineteenth century Greek revival, with an expansive portico, it outdid anything they could offer in Newport. The house stood upon a bluff and I could hear the ocean crashing in the background. My inner child wanted to run around back to see it, but I managed to restrain myself.

A stern woman, in her forties, opened the door. She took her time looking me over, her disapproving stare taking in my casual attire.

“I am Mrs. Wilcox, Mr. Pennington’s housekeeper. You must be Jennifer Ameretti. Do come in.”

It was more that apparent from her demeanor that Mrs. Wilcox did not approve of my guinea ass sullying her expansive portico, but the old stick would have to deal with it. It was time to take charge.

“A pleasure, Mrs. Wilcox. Why don’t you show me which room Mr. Pennington has designated as mine.”

Her nostrils flared as she sniffed, but she answered that she would. I followed her ramrod spine up to the second floor. Thank God, I was behind her; otherwise, I would have embarrassed myself. I was all but gawking at what I saw.

The room that was to be mine was tastefully appointed, but reflected little personality. In fact, the room didn’t even have a proper bed. A daybed gave the bedroom the feel of a sitting room. My boss’s message came through loud and clear. This was to be my space, the place where I would store my things, but it was apparent that I would be spending little time here.

Mrs. Wilcox cleared her throat.

“I can give you a tour of the house if you like.”

Her words were more command than request. It was my turn to give Mrs. Wilcox the once-over, my eyes raking over her form. Her lips hardened to a thin line.

“Why don’t you go downstairs and wait for the movers. I should like to walk about the house myself.”

Mrs. Wilcox opened her mouth and then shut it without saying anything. She walked to the door opposite the one we had entered and opened it.

”This is your private bath, Miss Ameretti.”

I peeked inside. Trés Luxurious!

”The stairs at the end of the hall lead to the third floor. My quarters lie there and the rest is used for storage. If you should need my assistance, call for it on one of the intercoms.”

She turned and walked out, her back even stiffer than before. I checked out the bathroom again before leaving. Sunken tub, immersive shower, very nice!

The room directly across from mine was locked. Noting the lack of doors on that side of the hall, I surmised it to be the master bedroom. I felt a shiver, wondering how long it would be before I would see it. Retracing my steps to the main stairs, I counted four other rooms on this floor. I bounded down the steps, eager to see the rest of the place.

As I went from room to room, the house confirmed my original impression and exceeded it. Mr. Pennington had exquisite taste. The house had to be at least a hundred years old, but it had been thoroughly modernized, seamlessly blending the old with the new. Mr. Pennington had a magnificent art collection. I stood transfixed, staring at Gustav Klimt’s Danae. It hung above the fireplace in the library. I guess that’s what you’d call this room. The walls were lined with books after all. Running my fingers over the spines, I knew I would have to come back here when I had more time. The books one owns can tell much about a person, and I was eager to learn all that I could about Thomas Pennington III. I glanced at my watch. Almost time to start getting ready, but not before I checked out the view from the back of the house.

I held my breath as I opened a set of French doors. They revealed an expansive terrace that overlooked the ocean. I closed my eyes and breathed in the salty air. God, I loved the smell of the ocean. I went to the edge of the terrace and looked down. The drop was steep, but I noticed a flight of stairs off to one side, leading to the beach below. I looked up and down the wide expanse of sand. Not a house could be seen in either direction. Did Pennington really own this much land? A part of me wanted to rush down those steps, to feel the sand between my toes, but I had run out of time. It was growing dark.

Eight o’clock came round and I descended the stairs, having transformed myself yet again. It had taken some doing, trying to decide what to wear. Instinctively I knew I should dress to please, but I didn’t want to look overdone. I had finally settled on a silk georgette sundress in white. It was simple, elegant – Perfect for a quiet night at home with a multi-millionaire. The dress’s design featured a plunging neckline and was nearly backless, making the wearing of a bra all but impossible. The unmistakable shadow of my areoles could be seen when I moved. The dress’s hem fell nearly to my ankles, but the skirt was divided by six gores that slit up to mid-thigh. My hair had been simple. I’d just piled my black curls atop my head, leaving a few tendrils lose to frame my face. A pair of white sandals and I was ready to greet my boss.

 

[MBS1969]

Thomas Pennington III

Pulling up outside my home the clock in the limo said 8.15pm. She should certainly be here by now, I had given her all day to settle her affairs but presumed she would know to be here by the time I returned.

I exited this limo and saw her appear at the main entrance to the mansion, she looked a picture and I knew I would not tire of seeing her in my home. I took in a deep breath of sea air which always invigorated me and made my way up the steps to the house as she descended to meet me.

"Good evening Mr Pennington" she said with a nervous smile and I nodded at her curtly.

"Good Evening, Jennifer, I hope you found the house easily enough, have you settled in? I rang your landlord and noticed that you hadn't given notice on your apartment, no need to worry I've done that for you. An oversight I'm sure?"

The question hung in the air but she guessed correctly that it should not be answered. I had let her off this indiscretion, just this once but would not be so tolerant at the next attempt at independence. I meant her to be wholly dependent on me and with that I looked around.

"I'm sorry my dear, but that piece of scrap metal will have to go" I said pointing at her car. "You will travel with me almost exclusively anyway, if you do need the use of a vehicle you can ask Mrs Wilcox for the use of her jeep."

The smile on her face had faded slightly but she recovered quickly and walked with me into the giant hallway. Her beautiful legs were showing through the white sundress she was wearing and I admired them openly was we walked.

"I will need a bath Jennifer, please would you ask Mrs Wilcox to prepare it for me and then accompany her to my bathroom. I've had a stressful day and a sensual massage whilst I'm bathing is just what I need. You are able to give a massage I hope?"

Every word I spoke to her in this early part of our relationship was carefully chosen to keep her off balance, to question her decision, to test her. So far she has passed almost perfectly, the error of judgement with her apartment was understandable if not acceptable.

I went to my bedroom suite which although usually open had been locked today as part of my plans to unsettle her, she would not see these rooms or the cellar until the time was right. Mrs Wilcox had by now unlocked my suite for me, while Jennifer was outside greeting me. I undressed leisurely and slipped into a woollen bathrobe before passing through the adjoining door into my private bathroom.

The bath was ready for me and I smelt the essential oils I always bathed in. Jennifer would be trained how to run my bath for me and this would be a luxury I would now be able to enjoy when away from home too. She was stood at the side of the bath waiting for me although still fully dressed.

"Come now Jennifer" I scowled "Do you not think you need to change!" I nodded to a very brief bathrobe hanging on the door. She did not seem to have heard me because I had slipped my own robe off and was standing naked in front of her.

"Jennifer!!! Please will you dress for the bathroom, not the sun terrace!!"

 

[anguisette]

It didn't take long for the boss from hell to return with a vengeance. I had to stop myself from giving Mr. Pennington a piece of my mind when he disparaged my car. That was the old Jennifer, the smart-talking administrative assistant who had almost gotten herself fired. I had to learn to become the sweet, eager to please "personal" assistant. Thus I tried not to roll my eyes when he asked if I knew how to give a message. I answered quietly that I did.

We entered the bathroom. I was struck by the size of the tub. It could have fit six. Looking around, I didn't see any massage oil. Did he want me to get undressed to?

"Come now, Jennifer...

Mr. Pennington made a face, but before I could move he continued.

"Do you not think you need to change!"

That hurt. He wasn't even giving me a chance to ask questions, to move even. I saw him look toward the back of the bathroom door. A robe hung there, but I barely noticed. Mr. Pennington had removed his own robe. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help it. Mr. Pennington had the body of a swimmer, lean and toned without being muscle-bound. My eyes sought out his, notable even while unaroused. His voice snapped me out of my daze.

"Jennifer! Please will you dress for the bathroom, not the sun terrace!"

I felt the hot temper of my Sicilian ancestry bubbling up at the callous remark. It hurt. I had worked so hard to get ready, trying to please him and nothing had been up to his standards.
In a heartbeat, I considered my next action. I could unleash that temper as I kneed him in the groin, telling him to fuck himself and his job. Or, I could lash him with a fury of Italian accents that communicated pretty much the same message. My last choice was to use his own words against him. Common sense made me chose the last option even if it wasn't the most satisfying.

In even tones, I replied,

"Of course, Mr. Pennington. I'll change at once."

I reached for the robe. There wasn't much there, but it still covered a lot more than changing in front of him.

"I'll just change over here, Sir. After all, you taught me that the more I show without showing anything, the bigger the advantage for us both. I've learned so much from you already!"

I slipped behind a decorative screen before he could grab me, unable to suppress a giggle. Slipping out of my dress quickly, I flipped it over the top of the screen and wiggled out of my panties. I put the robe on and kicked off my sandals. The robe was black silk and very short. Mr. Pennington was going to get an eyeful if I wasn’t careful.

Walking around the screen, I said in my sweetest voice.

“Whenever your ready for your massage, Mr. Pennington, I am at your disposal.”

 

[MBS1969]

Thomas Pennington III

"Of course, Mr. Pennington. I'll change at once."

I had seen the spark of anger flash across her beautiful brown eyes and for a second had wondered if she were going to challenge me. I was excited by the submissive reaction I received in response though. Overall I was very pleased with the way things were progressing, she wasn't yet ready to give herself totally to me but would in time. In the meantime it would be interesting and very arousing to watch her struggle with the positions I put her in.

She plucked the robe from the door, the petulance showed again as she slipped behind the screen to change.

"I'll just change over here, Sir. After all, you taught me that the more I show without showing anything, the bigger the advantage for us both. I've learned so much from you already!"

She was taunting me a little and I almost began to slap down the resistence which still dwelt in her personality. I decided to let this one go but although I had already decided not to sleep with her this night, I knew that now as a punishment I would not let her get away with just the massage as I had intended.

I could hear her giggle as she undressed and flung her clothes onto the screen. I smiled to myself as knew she would not be so carefree later this evening when I upped the ante and made her do my bidding. She moved from behind the screen and my cock twitched visibly in anticipation.

She had used my words against me but they were never truer that at this moment. The robe barely covered the tops of her thighs and had been selected specially to ensure that it did not quite come together over her breasts. I had a better view of the cleavage which had been on show the night before but this time was not obstructed by a bra. Her olive skin look beautifully smooth and although she was playing it cool I could see her nipples erect, poking into the silk around them.

“Whenever your ready for your massage, Mr. Pennington, I am at your disposal.”

"You'll find my massage oils in the cupboard over there, down by the side of the bidet. Bring your own choice, I'll be interested to see how much knowledge you have when it comes to pleasing a man!"

She turned and walked over to the cupboard I had indicated and so brief was the robe that I already had a view of the lower half of her bottom cheeks. She knew that I would see everything if she bent forward and so started to bend from her knees.

"Jennifer! You'll get a much better view if you bend properly to see in that cupboard" I said smirking.

She did not resist this time and moved onto her knees to crouch down. I had a perfect view of her well rounded bottom now and once again marvelled at her other assets. My cock was now hard as rock and I climbed into my bath quickly to hide my reaction to her body. I knew that she may have seen me through the cupboards mirrored doors but didn't really care anymore.

She returned to the side of the bath and I was impressed with the selection of oils she had chosen. I turned my back to her and requested that she massage my back and shoulders first. Her well manicured fingers worked expertly on my shoulders and I felt the tension of the day draining out of me totally. Her hands worked wonders on my body and apart from the thousand dollar a night call girls which I had occasionally used over the last few months I enjoyed a women close to me for the first time in years.

After a time I moved away from her fingers and faced her from the other side of the expansive bath.

"I would like to have my chest massaged now Jennifer, I'm afraid you'll have to climb in with me. By the way that silk bathrobe will be ruined in the water so you'll need to take that off...."

I laid back and watched as for the first time she exposed herself to me totally. If she were embarassed she hid it well, maybe a slight pinking of her cheeks but she brazenly disrobed and stepped into the bath opposite me. My view was sensational, her breasts although not large were perfectly formed and her large areoles were a perfect frame for her erect nipples.

She moved towards me her breasts bobbing on top of the water as she moved. I made sure that my own position in the water meant that she had to pass the circumcised head of my stiff cock poking up from beneath the water. I laid back and closed my eyes waiting for her expert hands to return to my body and wondering where they would return to.........

 

[anguisette]

I could feel the heat building in my body and it had nothing to do with the steam rising from the water. The blood had begun to course through my veins as soon as I had laid my hands on his bare skin. Concentrating on pleasing another caused my heart to pound faster in response. My fingers sought to ease the tension from my boss's muscles and I quivered inside when he moaned. As I continued the massage, my motivation became clearer. It wasn't coercion that caused me to want to please Mr. Pennington so completely. It was that secret part of my personality, the hidden nature that I had only revealed in my stories. It both terrified and thrilled me to think my boss had probably read what I had written under the protective cloak of anonymity. I finished his back and Mr. Penning moved across the tub.

"I would like to have my chest massaged now Jennifer, I'm afraid you'll have to climb in with me. By the way that silk bathrobe will be ruined in the water so you'll need to take that off."

His eyes held mine as I slipped the robe from my shoulders. The silk slithered to the floor and I stood naked before the man who, for all intents and purposes, owned me. I stood for an instant, letting him look, maybe even daring him too, then I slipped into the bath.

Mr. Pennington's eyes closed as I drew close to him. My eyes drifted to his cock. He had grown erect while I had massaged him, yet I felt no superiority at having aroused him. Too much was happening within my own mind. I moved forward, brushing the length of his shaft with my hips. The contact made me gasp, but Mr. Pennington showed no sign of noticing. Kneeling beside him, I began to massage his shoulders, using my fingers to knead the muscles. Our positions gave me the opportunity to study my boss's face. He had strong features, but I had never noticed the sensuality of his mouth. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be kissed by him. Working my hands down his torso, I found it difficult to keep my mind from drifting to what could happen, what would eventually happen. I had to stop myself from stroking his erect manhood and it scared me to think how much I wanted to. Instead, I moved lower and began to massage the muscles of his thighs.

 

[MBS1969]

Thomas Pennington III

I could feel her approach as ripples of water lapped against my stomach and around my cock. I had to concentrate hard to keep my eyes casually closed, wanting to appear that this was a normal occurance for me, to make her nervous. I felt her hands rest on my chest and at the same moment felt what I could only guess was her hip brush against my stiff shaft.

She began to massage my shoulders and I was a little disappointed that she had not disobeyed my order and gone straight for my dick. For one, I really would have like to have reprimanded her for not following my orders. More importantly I ached for her touch and would have loved her expert fingers to wrap around my shaft. As it was she expertly massaged my shoulders and I managed to regain a modecum of self control.

Her hands trailed over my wet flesh, probing in the right places and giving probably the finest massage I had ever had. She began to massage my thighs, kneading and stroking alternately and sending beautiful sensations around my whole body. I knew that I could not take much more without losing control and having my way with her over the side of the bath. I stood quickly, my cock waving above her head as if I was a king knighting her with my sword. I smiled as this thought crossed my mind and looked at the shining body knelt below me.

I moved to a recessed cupboard at the side of the bath and refusing to let her exercise control over me any longer quickly washed myself whilst asking her to turn her gaze away. Once washed I climbed out of the tub and away from her.

"Jennifer, you'll find a warm towel on the heated rail over there, go get it and dry me!!"

I barked at her and stood in the centre of the room to watch her step out of the bath. I followed her gently swaying hips as they crossed the room to fetch my towel and leered at her unashamedly as she brought the towel to me.

"Please dry me thoroughly Jennifer and once you are absolutely sure I am dry you may go to the guest bathroom to see to yourself. I will be retiring to my bedroom for the evening, I'm sure you will find the accomodation I have assigned you for tonight sufficient Miss Ameretti. It will probably only be for a short time, I think you may be sleeping elsewhere tomorrow night."

 

[anguisette]

The plush bath sheet was soft, the brushed Egyptian cotton just one of the perfect little details that made up my boss's life. I used its velvety surface to gently dry Mr. Pennington's body, crouching before him, my own skin dripping. I tried not to let the frustration show on my face. Even with my eyes lowered, I knew he could tell. My body fairly quivered with emotion. I slipped round to his back and my nipples grazed his thigh. The touch forced a gasp from my lips. I fought to keep control. It was difficult to keep the task perfunctory, to keep my drying strokes from turning seductive.

Finally, I accomplished what he had asked. Not a droplet remained on his skin. Swiftly, I dried my own body and gathered up my clothes.

“If there will be nothing else, Sir?”

Mr. Pennington did not so much as acknowledge me. I whispered a soft good night and padded off to my room.

Once there, I threw myself onto my bed, letting my clothes fall where they may. Pent-up emotion threatened to consume me. One after another, I threw the pillows that crowded my bed across the room, finding the effort strangely satisfying.

 

[MBS1969]

Thomas Pennington III

I stood still as she dried me front and back, her own body naked and sopping at my feet. To her credit she dried me efficiently without the slightest indication of her caressing my body. I didn't take my eyes from her and could tell she was aroused by her erect nipples and the occasional sigh which escaped her lips. Soon she was done and I was bone dry and crossed the room to get my gown. I ignored the slight disobedience of her drying herself in front of me, showing a little leniency on this occasion as I could see she was trying to come to terms with her new role.

Soon she asked if I had any more need for her and although my stiff cock ached for her I ignored her question and heard her leave the room. I wondered if I should have given in to my urges and taken her tonight but decided that tomorrow would be all the better for the wait. She would be a little more relaxed into her new role and I would be that bit more aroused. Also we had a busy day tomorrow, a very important dinner meeting with a client who would not be so pliable as the gullible James Harrison.

I slept soundly that night, content with my new assistant and confident that tomorrow night I would not sleep alone unless I chose to. The early morning light woke me and I enjoyed my regular morning jog around my estate. I was pleased to see Jennifer dressed and ready to leave for the office at the time I had told her. I had told her to dress sexily but not sluttily as she had for Harrison and was very pleased with her choices. Gone was the tartiness of that outfit, swapped for a very business like outfit which although perfectly acceptable for the restaurant we were to dine at, made full use of her gorgeous body and had my cock hard even at this early hour.

"Good morning Miss Ameretti, I approve your choice of work wear. I'm sure our Mr Durning will appreciate it too, but don't forget you will have to work a whole lot harder to get his attention. He won't just drool at you like Harrison, just follow my lead this lunchtime and don't, do not question me, whatever I request of you."

We spent the morning at our respective desks and at 1pm left for our 1.30 reservation at the restaurant. I was looking forward to not only concluding a bit more business but also manipulating Jennifer a little more, hoping she accepted my plans without dissent. Time would tell but I could feel my excitement growing as we sat at our table and waited for Josh Durning to arrive.

 

[anguisette]

That morning, I watched Mr. Pennington from my window. It had indeed been a long night of tossing and turning as I tried to resolve my feelings. I didn’t accomplish much I realized as I watched my boss coming in from his run. One part of me, the independent career woman, wanted to hate him for his treatment of me. However, if I was completely honest with myself, another part felt excitement, even anticipation. A very secretive element of my personality was being set free, letting the sun shine in on my darkest desires.

I turned away from the window and began getting dressed. Mr. Pennington had again commanded the use of my body for his own gain. My cheeks burned as I remembered how I had behaved with Mr. Harrison. It relieved me some to know I would not have to go to that extreme today.

One can never go wrong with silk. I chose a dove gray slip dress over which I put a tailored raw silk jacket of precisely the same color. The jacket highlighted my slender waist and the soft curve of my hips while the hemline of the dress showed off my legs nicely with being too short. Grandmother’s pearls about my throat, hair gathered into a chignon at my nape and I was ready for work. I slipped my feet into charcoal pumps and hurried down the stairs.

I worked hard all morning, trying to do my absolute best for Mr. Pennington. It wasn’t easy, distracted as I was by the flutter of nerves in my stomach. In no way did I want to disappoint my boss.

Lunchtime rolled around and I meekly followed Mr. Pennington out to the car. I wanted to ask him what he wanted me to do specifically, but I restrained myself. Follow his lead he had instructed.

 

[MBS1969]

Thomas Pennington III

We were soon joined by Josh, I'd known him for years and he was a little younger than me. He'd always had a reputation as a bit of a ladies man and fortunately I knew his weaknesses. We spent the first two courses of the meal making idle chit chat until talk turned to business. I could tell from his glances that he was very impressed with Jennifer and to her credit she played up to him, smiling and laughing at his feeble jokes.

Once the plates from the main courses had been cleared away I suggested that Jennifer go and find the dessert trolley. This she did immediately, leaving with a dazzling smile and a flourish which made my own cock twitch even though it was for Josh's benefit.

"You lucky old dog, so how personal do you get with your personal assistant then?" he said as soon as she left earshot.

I smiled and left him in no uncertain terms as to what our relationship was, or rather, I thought to myself, would be.

"I'd sure like a piece of that" he drooled.

"She's all mine you randy little git" I smirked at him and added "Although...."

That was all I needed to say before he agreed to the terms of my contract within seconds and I had his signature.....for a price. I sent him off to the washroom before beckoning Jennifer back to the table.

"Contract signed!" I said to her

"Wow that was fast!" She said, "How'd you manage that"

"Oh you had something to do with it" I watched her puzzled reaction as she tried to understand how she could have helped at the dessert trolley.

I licked my lips and leant over close to her.

"Our mans pretending to go to the loo, when he returns he will, I'm afraid, have forgotton to do up his fly. And you know that spoon you're going to drop under the table....well while your under there just be a good girl and see if you can find some cream. I promised him you know, and a deal is a deal!"

She stared open mouthed at me, fully understanding what I was asking her to do but not quite believing it. I thought I'd make sure she understood and fixed her with a steely look.

"A quick blow job, no fuss, no noises, remember this is a top quality restaurant and we don't want a scandal. Bring him off, I don't care what you do with his stuff, spit it out, swallow it, up to you and then back in your seat without another word."