The Playmate

Miltone

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How often have we been challenged to stretch the boundaries of our experience? Do we really know how far we will go to satisfy the needs of someone else, as well as our own darkest desires, especially those that we never knew we had?

Please join the lovely and talented Sinful_whispers as we weave a tale of personal and sexual discovery!


IC: Charles “Chase” Bradford pushed back in his plush leather chair from the massive mahogany desk littered with stacks of envelopes and resumes and photographs. Maybe this hadn’t been the easiest way to find his special personal assistant, but it had been a lot of fun. His rugged six-foot two-inch frame rose up from the chair and moved toward the wall of floor to ceiling windows. Gazing out from the 28th floor of the building that bore his family’s name presented him with a commanding view of the Dallas skyline. The influence of oil money was everywhere, in the modern architecture of the reflective glass and steel skyscrapers, the gleam of sleek and expensive cars and luxury trucks—the Dallas Cadillacs, and the comfortable and the plush neighborhoods that stretched almost endlessly toward the horizon. Chase felt the impact of oil money in his own life. His grandfather had earned a famous reputation as a notoriously successful wildcatter and then his father had parlayed that booming business into a powerful worldwide empire. After Chase had graduated from humble and modest Kilgore College, they had both insisted that he start at the bottom and work his way up from the grubby rigs in the east Texas dirt and the Saudi sand to the sweat and pressure of trading futures in New York and London before they would turn the keys to the boardroom over to him. It had made him appreciate the trappings of wealth and success that many of his friends and contemporaries often took for granted. It had made him work all the harder to expand the family’s power and influence.

He had it all, a huge house in the most exclusive suburb, vacation homes in Vail, Palm Springs, and Cobb’s Cove, a fleet of cars and a private jet to take him wherever he wished to go, a small but devoted personal staff, and more money than god to provide for it all. There had been a Mrs. Bradford—three of them to be exact. At first, they had seemed to be all he could ask for in a woman, beautiful and intelligent, sexy and charming. As girlfriends and fiancées, they had given willingly to his desires and needs. They had traveled and had great fun teasing and role-playing, and had made love with wild abandon. But it seemed that once they put a Mrs. in front of their names and his family name at the end, all of that changed. His sexual needs and desires, which they had previously relished and entertained warmly, were now sick and twisted and perverted. For some reason they somehow thought that they could change him, improve him, make him more worthy of their newfound station in life. It had taken wife Number One ten years to change from playmate to nag; Number Two had lasted two years; Number Three six months. That was all it took each one to forget who was responsible for their envious social standing and lofty economic position.

But Chase never gave a second thought about his divorces. He signed the papers, cut the fat checks, left without saying goodbye, and never, ever looked back. But it didn’t take long for him to recognize that something—someone—was missing in his life. After all that had happened, he realized that he didn’t really need or want a wife; what he wanted was—for lack of a better word—a playmate. Given his recent romantic history he knew what she wouldn’t be, but he also had a good idea of what she would look like and how she would act. Finding the right woman had been the challenge. He had dabbled with a hooker or two but that was simply cold and impersonal. Good friends provided innumerable setups and blind dates, but those hadn’t resulted in more than a forgettable weekend or two. He was determined that he wouldn’t lose again. It was actually big Pete, a long-time family friend and his personal chauffeur the man who knew Chase as well as anyone, who had suggested running a personal advertisement in select local newspapers around the country, even to the point of writing the ad for Chase.

Very Rich Single Man Looking for live-in Playmate. Must be attractive, intelligent, educated, and Most Important, WILLING! All expenses, wardrobe, car, travel and luxury accommodations will be furnished. Very generous salary and even more generous bonus for 1-year contract. Send clothed picture to search@oilman.com. Include 25 words or less why you qualify.​
The whole idea seemed a little over-the-top but Chase couldn’t argue with the results. The email box they had set up was flooded with well over a thousand applications and he and his staff had great fun looking through them all. Chase had set up some rules. He was looking for a beautiful, intelligent, open-minded girl who was willing to try anything and do whatever he asked of her without question. He had thought deeply about what he wanted in a woman. What turned him on the most? Well, beauty, of course. He especially loved petite women with blue or green eyes, but hair color wasn’t as important so long as it was natural. Bottle blondes and fake redheads had little appeal to him. She also had to be smart and educated, not just in a book-learning sort of way, but educated by life, someone who had already learned a few life lessons. She had to have a good sense of humor, not too dark or sarcastic, and she had to be fun to be with. She would certainly have to know how to act in public when attending the many social and cultural functions to which Chase was constantly invited. But more than that, he was looking for a young woman with—how else could he put it?—unlimited potential, that certain kind of eagerness, a willingness to please him with no expectation of her own pleasure, although Chase Bradford had never failed to please a woman.

Chase made it clear that he didn’t want a tramp, a stripper, or a pro. Any girls who had disregarded the rules and sent a nude photo were summarily tossed out, which was probably over half of them, even though some were drop-dead gorgeous (Chase had looked the other way when big Pete pocketed a select handful of those). The top 100 had been confidentially investigated to eliminate the wannabes and pretenders and fakes. The top 25 prospects were then researched even deeper. Out of those, he had narrowed it down to three finalists.

Elizabeth Palmer was from Atlanta. She had a Masters in Education from Georgia Tech. 29 and a blue-eyed blonde, five-foot six, 120 pounds, she had been laid off from a public school teaching job due to financial cutbacks and was currently living in Fort Lauderdale tending bar. Elizabeth’s picture had been taken at what could have been a recent New Year’s party. She was standing in front of a glowing marble fireplace wearing a sparkly dark blue cocktail dress and her long hair was up. The look was sexy and quite sophisticated, making the perfect symmetry and proportion of her shapely figure nearly mesmerizing. Her eyes and smile were as captivating as her brief essay that stated how she confidently believed that she met all of his requirements and that she was willing to prove it. Chase was prepared to test that belief.

Meredith McGuire replied from Boston. She had earned a BA in bio-chemistry from BU. 32, a blue-eyed brunette, five-foot five, 115 pounds, she had worked for several medical research firms out of school, but had recently been fired for insubordination that was never proven. Currently she was working as a waitress at a Hooters in Warwick, Rhode Island. Emma sent a more casual picture of herself perched on the fantail railing of a wooden sailing ship in Boston Bay, dressed in a sporty light blue top and shorts. It must have been a cool day aboard ship due to the faintly detectable appearance of her nipples. But the effect was cute and sweet as well as sexy and her smile was simply dazzling. She was looking for challenges and adventure and was willing to go anywhere and do anything. Chase had thought that she would look even better perched on the railing of his own 75-foot Hatteras that he kept in Florida.

Finally, Natalie Nichols wrote from New York City. A business major from NYU, she was 28, a green-eyed brunette, five-foot three, 105 pounds, who had worked for over 6 years at a prestigious financial firm in NYC. A year ago she had lost her job as the result of a financial scandal and was currently unemployed and living with friends on the lower east side. Nicole sent a picture of herself in a sharply pressed skirted business suit, an appealing combination of femininity and elegance that caught Chase’s eye; the cut and taper of the suit were just daring enough to show that she liked testing limits. The arch of her back and the unmistakably proud thrust of her breasts signaled an alluring sexual confidence. Her essay stated simply, “My life is a disaster and I will do anything to escape it!” That had made him chuckle. There was something terribly appealing about such a beautiful and desperate woman.

Chase had hand written each of the finalists a letter of invitation to a personal interview for the following week, each on separate days. Included in the letter was a roundtrip first class plane ticket, a promise of $1000 for their time and effort, and a night’s stay at the Hotel Palomar. With great anticipation, Chase watched as big Pete left to pick them up at the airport, Elizabeth on Monday and then Meredith on Wednesday. Chase wasn’t surprised by their prompt appearance but he was a little surprised with how the first two interviews went. And disappointed too. They started off well enough with some conversation centered on current events, politics, art, and culture. Both young women were smart and well read and displayed a pleasing sense of humor. But when the conversation grew more personal and intimate, Elizabeth blushed and became flustered and ended up bolting from Chase’s office midway through the interview. Meredith seemed hesitant but reluctantly managed to complete the interview. Yet when Chase ran out of questions, he wondered whether she would really be willing to go anywhere and do anything.

And now it was Friday and big Pete had left an hour ago to pick up Natalie Nichols at the airport. Chase turned away from the bank of windows and sauntered back to his desk. Although he may have grown some doubts as to how he was going about looking for this special girl, he didn’t think that he was asking too much. He was almost fifty years old, looked ten or fifteen years younger, and had kept fit and healthy. The people he trusted often complimented his rugged good looks, remarking that the slight dash of grey at his temples made him look distinguished. He was smart and successful and had a lot of good years ahead of him. He didn’t want just a beautiful woman who would look great on his arm as they strolled into a restaurant or exclusive cocktail party. He wasn’t looking for just a girl who could disarm clients while sunbathing on his yacht as they sailed in the Gulf or the Mediterranean. He certainly didn’t need another woman who would take his name and then take him to the cleaners. Sure, he wanted a beautiful personable companion, but he also needed someone who would willingly feed his craziest kinks and eagerly satisfy his strongest sexual desires.

Promptly at one P.M. his secretary buzzed the intercom.

“Your one o’clock is here, Mr. Bradford,” sang Nicole’s voice over the speaker.

“Send her in,” Chase replied. “And make sure that Peter joins us too.”

He turned toward the door. “Two down and one to go,” Chase muttered out loud. “Let’s see if this one can go the distance.”

As the door opened, he pushed the folders to the side and looked up with hopeful anticipation.
 
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Natalie sat on the deck chair looking down to the street from the balcony. She pondered her life as she sipped the cool iced tea. She reached out and took a soft flower petal within her long slender fingertips and moved it back and forth between them as she felt its softness, placing it to her nose she closed her eyes and smelled it. The sweet smell of the perfecta with its vibrant colors, what a perfect name for it she thought as she opened her eyes and looked down to the leaf. It was long and shaped like a tear drop it was a deep bright gold leaf with the perfect amount of red coming from the rounded end that connected to the center of the flower. She leaned forth and dropped the leaf watching the breeze catch it as it floated away out of sight.

Leaning back she thought of her old friends that she worked with, wondering how they were, if Kate got another job, if David’s mother came home from the hospital when planned and if he was still living at home with her or hired a private nurse. Then there was Bruce, they dated once but Natalie thought they should just remain friends, he seemed a bit disappointed and stopped speaking to her. She knew why they always said ‘never date those you work for’ or with.’

When she moved to New York, her parents bought a small brownstone on the island, Natalie was young, and she didn’t seem to fit in well, as her country accent was a cause of her to be picked on daily. Her parents Mr. and Mrs. Steven Nichols thought it were best that she attend Hawthorn academy for girls, Natalie didn’t mind a private school she got a great education but hated the fact she only went home for summers and holidays. Hawthorn was expensive but her parents could afford it.

Steven Nichols when he was thirty years old started up a small computer company, it struggled for years, and he almost gave up till he met Pamela Swanson. She was a tall beautiful brunette with eyes like sparkling sapphires. She was Miss Missouri for six years running; she left her small town to pursue a career in modeling in New York where she met Steven sitting in a small coffee house. They eventually dated and then moved in together and a year later married and at that time the company took off like a wild horse.

Natalie was born and they knew it was time to grow in business like their family was sprouting. Natalie had the best of everything, they were not on the top list of millionaires but they didn’t hurt for anything. After she graduated from the academy she went on to college for business, she believed one day she would take over her father’s company just as he always told her she’d do. All her dreams were shattered during her last semester of college at NYU, there was a bad crash of the freeway involving over 25 cars, and her parent’s car was one of them. It hit Natalie hard.

That wasn’t the worst of it all, after the funeral she went to the reading of the will, her father made a few bad investments and lost everything, and her dreams were shattered. Natalie graduated and threw herself into the first company that would hire her, she proved to be a very great asset to them. The brownstone remained hers as long as she kept the payments up that wasn’t an issue till the scandal broke out and the firm went belly-up with no warning.

With the brownstone being sold and no job Natalie moved in with Darren and Samantha, friends of hers. It wasn’t what she was used to but she was grateful, she helped them with 1/3 of the bills till she was able to get back on her feet. She picked up the paper and read it from front to back, paying close attention to the classifieds. While reading through each ad Natalie’s eyes fell upon a sizable ad that read…

Very Rich Single Man Looking for live-in Playmate. Must be attractive, intelligent, educated, and Most Important, WILLING! All expenses, wardrobe, car, travel and luxury accommodations will be furnished. Very generous salary and even more generous bonus for 1-year contract. Send clothed picture to search@oilman.com. Include 25 words or less why you qualify.

Natalie actually thought it was a hoax but what did she have to lose she thought. Moving into the apartment she grabbed a paper and pen and wrote a quick little note…~“My life is a disaster and I will do anything to escape it!”~

Looking through an assortment of pictures, she choose to use the one where she was wearing a virginal white business suit, she was leaning against a wall one legs bent as her heel was against the wall. The position showed her shapely legs, her firm rounded breasts and her slim waist. If you looked close enough the way her upper body was turned you could see just a touch of cleavage. Her long curled chestnut brown hair was placed up upon her head with strands dangling about her face; her blue eyes were easily seen in the picture as well.

Lawrence and her split after her parents passed on, she decided to date casually but nothing serious. As time went by Natalie was finding out that more and more things turned her on, things she’d read late at night on the internet, it was a side to Natalie that she had hoped one day to explore, she was that classy lady you could take anywhere, she just now wanted to be that slut for one in the bedroom. It was a fantasy of hers to do all those crazy things like dressing up and roleplaying behind closed doors, trying things in public to see what she could get away with….the list was endless in her mind, it was time for her to turn that new leaf and start over with a fresh start, and possibly maybe one day get married, have the white picket fence…the children…

Natalie took a job as a hostess in one of the up town classy restaurants. She hated seeing her old clients coming in, feeling embarrassed that she went to a hefty paying job to a mere few hundred a week job, she was desperate to get back to where she made a decent 4 figure paycheck a week. Every week one of her old coworkers would waltz in, and talk to her as if he didn’t know her, feeling him looking down upon her in a snotty way. Natalie was so desperate she even glanced over the ads in the classifieds that wanted young women for ‘fluffing’. What did she care she was desperate not like she had a boyfriend or family to embarrass doing porn.

She was a very intelligent charismatic female that had worked for one of the top notch financial firms as an executive, she was beautiful, took care of her body as well as her appearance, there was no reason she thought that she had to reduce herself to a hostess….least in porn she’d see her name in print. Her roommates were not holding up to their share of anything they agreed on, and Natalie was feeling the squeeze, desperation was starting to rear its ugly head.

A few weeks later Natalie returned home from her hostess job at an uptown classy restaurant. As she looked through the mail she felt her heartbeat fast within her chest as she read the return address on the envelope, she couldn’t believe she was one of the chosen. Quickly she ripped the envelope open and read the letter…

Dear Natalie,
Over a thousand women applied for this position and you are one of the three finalists. If you are still interested, please use the enclosed first class ticket to fly to Dallas this Friday, the 13th, for a personal interview. You will be compensated $1,000 for your time and effort. There will be a suite reserved for you at the Hotel Palomar and you will be able to return home on Saturday. Our interview will take about an hour and the rest of your stay in Dallas will be yours to spend as you choose. Please dress appropriately for our interview. A car will meet you at the airport to take you directly to our meeting. If you chose not to come, feel free to exchange the tickets for something that better suits your interests.

Hope to see you soon,
Chase



In her fingers she had a round trip ticket and a promise of a $1000 as well as a night in a hotel she could never afford.

Natalie cleared it with her boss and that Friday she was boarding a plane on a whim. Her nerves were getting the best of her as the plane took off and even worse when it landed. She was met by a man named, ‘Big Pete’ and she could see why; he helped her with her one bag and then helped her into the car. Her stomach was churning as they drove; she was second guessing this whole thing. She felt the car stop, heard the driver’s door open and close then hers as she was offered a hand to get from the car.

Pete led her into the tall office building; he escorted her up to an office and into the reception area where he left her to sit till further instructions were given. Dropping her eyes she looked down herself, her dress was red and very respectful, again not much cleavage showing but enough, the dress had a small red jacket with it that fit her small frame like a tight glove on a hand which was no different than the dress. The hem came to mid-thigh just above the lacy tops of her nude thigh highs, her shoes red five-inch heels which enhanced her long toned legs. She exhaled and reached up twisting a small strand of hair bout her finger then released it.

Pete walked over to her and smiled stopping about four feet away and waving to her to follow him, they stopped at an office door, and when Pete opened it her heart dropped and knees shook, her nerve got the best of her and she almost passed out. Natalie breathed in deeply as she felt Pete’s large hand upon the middle of her back as he let her go first and then he followed closing the door behind him.

Her eyes wandered over the man behind the desk, he was very well dressed, quite handsome, as she guessed him to be between 43 and fifty-two, as she always gave a couple years either way just in case. She noticed the touch of grey at each temple, that was always a turn on to Natalie with older men, she thought it gave them a distinguished look. Her long thin fingers squeezed the red clutch purse within them as she smiled, “Greetings, I’m Natalie Nichols, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.” She spoke with a soft voice, one that you could listen to for hours and never get tired of hearing it, you could see the sparkle within her eyes as she stood there, perfect posture, shoulders straight and breasts put as her back arched slightly, her skin was ivory smooth, she had a slight left over tan from the first time she laid naked on the balcony, it wasn’t deep but it was just enough to give her a glow.
 
Charles “Chase” Bradford

OOC: Gentle readers, this next post is lengthy because it contains a significant contribution by Sinful as well as my own, sort of a two for the price of one posting. I hope you all enjoy!

IC: Just as the door to his office swung open, the thought dawned on Chase that this was the first thing he had ever done exclusively for himself. His life had always seemed to be about doing what his family wanted, pleasing his stockholders and his ex-wives—even his staff to a certain extent. But now he was about to do something that would please him, and him alone.

Through the door big Pete, his barrel-chested family friend, chauffer, and confidant, directed a stunningly beautiful young woman into his office. If this was Natalie Nichols, certainly her photograph, as beautiful as it was, didn’t deliver her due justice. She was gorgeous! Her luminous light-blue eyes casually surveyed the rich wood and marble appointments of his office as she strode confidently toward the guest chairs facing Chase’s desk. Big Pete remained behind, standing next to the counter of the full service bar.

“Greetings. I’m Natalie Nichols and it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she said, her voice soft and seductive with a touch of a rural accent—Arkansas or Missouri, perhaps?

“Welcome, Miss Nichols. The pleasure is obviously mine,” Chase replied, rising from behind his massive mahogany desk and moving around to greet her, greatly pleased by her appearance. His eyes swept up over her as she stood beside the plush burgundy Natuzzi leather guest chair.

Everything about her appearance was perfect; her dainty feet were slipped inside an attractive high heel and her shapely legs encased in silken stockings; her lovely dress in a tasteful shade of red was draped over her like a dream with the hem swirling about her mid-thigh and clinging snugly to the womanly flair of her hips, the taut curves of her butt, the slender taper of her waistline, and the surprisingly generous swell of her breasts; her shoulders were narrow, her neck slender and well proportioned; her face was quite pretty with fine, sharply delicate features, almost like a china doll; her smooth complexion was incandescent with a slight hint of tan, unusual for a girl from New York; her full rosy lips and engaging smile bedazzled Chase; and her hair was a dark thick lustrous swirl that cascaded past her shoulders and tinged with amber and auburn highlights. But it was the way she stood that really caught his eye, her shoulders tossed back, her head raised confidently, her back slightly arched, as if she was proud but not too overly taken with herself. For the moment, her stance and poise made Chase forget that he was a foot taller.

When he extended his hand, Natalie placed hers gently inside. It was soft and warm and feminine and his hand seemed to swallow hers she was so petite. Her handshake was very polite and ladylike and their eyes met and locked together for a moment. He had experienced voiceless connections with women before, but not quite like this one. Her full lips parted for a moment, as if she were going to say something, but when their handshake lingered for an awkward moment too long, Chase released her hand and gestured toward the chair beside her. “Please have a seat and make yourself comfortable,” he said moving back around his desk to sit. “I trust that your flight down was comfortable.”

“Yes, it went quite well,” Natalie replied. “And the ride over from the airport too.” Her eyes darted toward big Pete and Chase smiled as he wondered what might have transpired during that excursion. He was certain that big Pete would let him know later on.

“Would you care for something to drink?” Chase asked.

“Thank you,” she answered sweetly. “Bourbon on the rocks if you have it.”

Nice. A woman who wasn’t afraid of strong drink or making a strong impression.

“This is Texas, Miss Nichols,” Chase chuckled. “There is always bourbon at the bar.”

“Please call me Natalie if you like,” she said, again dazzling Chase with the beauty of her easy grin.

Big Pete poured three fingers for Natalie and Chase and added just a little ice. Natalie graciously accepted the drink and took a sip without flinching. Chase had purposefully arranged the chairs so that he could catch a complete eyeful of his guest. As Natalie crossed her legs, that included a fetching glimpse of the lacy tops of her stockings. She didn’t make the usual tug of modesty at the hem of her dress as most women do, seemingly content to know that she was showing off her well toned legs to an appreciate audience.

“There is so much I’d like to know about you, Miss Nichols—err, Natalie, so let’s begin,” Chase remarked. “Do you read much?”

‘Yes, usually 30 minutes at night in bed.”

“Who is your favorite author?”

“I have a few. King, Straub, Koontz, Cook, Rice are just a few.”

“I’ve read those but often find myself reading classics, Van Tilburg Clark, Cushman, MacMurtry, even Hemingway and Faulkner. Do you have a favorite artist?”

“Picasso.”

“And what is your favorite period in art history?”

“Modern and Contemporary.”

Chase hoped that she noticed the Jackson Pollock paintings that decorated his office. “Do you consider yourself a very religious person?”

“No.”

“Do you enjoy reading poetry?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like reading it aloud?”

“Yes.”

“If you could be any person in history, female or male, who would it be?”

“Betty Page.”

Chase smiled, remembering the passing of Miss Page this past year, and the collection of calendars and other Betty Page memorabilia he discovered amongst his Grandfather’s things upon his passing. Chase’s thoughts turned back to the subject at hand. “Did you vote in the last election?”

“Yes.”

“Previous elections?”

“Yes.”

“You might have gathered that being based in Dallas, my corporate interests rest in the oil business and to be honest we haven’t always done the right thing in the past,” Chase admitted. “What are your feelings on corporate environmental responsibility?”

“That corporations should consider the interests of society and take responsibility for the impact of their activities on customers, suppliers, employees, shareholders, communities, and other stakeholders, as well as the environment.”

“Just so you know, we are working hard to change that around.” Chase wanted to change the subject. With what he hoped was a warm smile, he asked, “Do you like music?”

“Yes, all types.”

“Do you like jazz?”

“Yes. Love it.”

“How about opera?”

“Enjoy it.”

“Do you dance?”

“Of course.”

“Are you close to your family?”

“I have none.”

Chase ran his finger over her file resting on his desk, He had already known the answer to that question but had felt compelled to ask it anyway and felt glad to hear the truth.

“If you were to take this job for a year, would anyone be left behind or in need of assistance, such as an elderly friend or relative?”

“None.”

“What was the worse job you ever took?”

“The one I have now, as a hostess.”

Chase stifled a chuckle and asked, “What was the best one?”

“Financial executive.”

“Did you like that job?”

“Yes, the feel of power and the ability to make money is … is … intoxicating.”

“I know how you feel,” Chase remarked. “How did you get along with your boss?”

“Very well.”

Chase nodded and idly tapped her file with an errant finger. “Do you have a lot of friends? Good friends?”

“No, more like acquaintances.”

“What will you miss the most if you take this job?”

“Nothing.”

“Hmm,” Chase hummed and nodded. “What is the most embarrassing thing that has ever happened to you?”

“I got my first period in biology class and didn’t know it. The old white pants story.”

Chase couldn’t stifle that chuckle but didn’t fail to notice Natalie’s nervous giggle and the way her eyes dropped for a moment before rising to face him fully. “Did you ever tell a lie and get away with it?”

“No, I was brought up to be honest.”

Chase grinned and leaned back in his chair and his steely green eyes leveled at Natalie. Throughout the interview, she seemed to have relaxed and grown more comfortable even as she anticipated his next question.

“Perhaps now is a good time to tell you more about what is going on here today,” Chase said. Natalie eased back in her chair and took a healthy sip of her bourbon. “You see, I’ve been married three times. I’ve also been divorced three times. When falling in love and getting married, there was nothing those women wouldn’t do with me. However, once we tied the knot, that all seemed to change, and not for the better. It took longer the first time around but let’s just say that each marriage ended up serving them well and leaving me without something I consider very important.

“Natalie, I am a man with a very high sexual drive. I love women. I love admiring their many fine qualities. I love looking at them, talking with them, touching them, playing with them, making love to them—everything about them. But my lack of marital success has convinced me that I should never marry again. In business, it often makes more sense to rent or lease than to buy. So, I’ve decided to try that with my love life.”

Natalie’s sparkling blue eyes grew wide and she sat up straight in the chair.

“Does that shock you?” Chase asked.

“Um, more of a surprise, actually,” Natalie replied. “I mean, applying a business model to romance?”

“I have been quite successful in business but not so much with my personal affairs,” Chase responded sadly. “And we aren’t really talking about romance here, Natalie, although there certainly are some romantic aspects to the relationship that I am proposing that you consider.” Chase leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk. “I’ll be completely honest. I’ve taken the liberty of having you investigated. Thoroughly. I know all about the fiasco at your last real job, the one at the financial institution, your scandalous affair with the executive VP, the destruction of your career and his, and all about your being blacklisted in the banking industry. That’s unfortunate. I also happen to know that you are flat broke and being forced to take a lowly hostess job just to make ends meet. And in this economic climate they don’t, not really. You need a job—money, and a fresh start, true?”

“Yes,” Natalie said softly with a nod, her voice still seductive. Her face grew somber, although her pretty head remained proudly erect.

“And for what it’s worth, your friend David was able to find a good job, enough that was able to hire a private nurse to care for his mother. Kate is now working for Merrill Lynch. Lizi Miles is working as a teller at a credit union in New Jersey. And what’s his name—yes, Bruce—announced his engagement to one of the Henderson twins.”

Her look of surprise was doubtless, but after a moment passed Natalie grinned again. “Thank you for letting me know about my co-workers,” she said with a soft smile.

“Now if you’re still interested in proceeding, Natalie, I have a few more questions to ask you. However, I’ll warn you that these are much more personal and quite intimate.” Chase recalled the first interview with the delightful Miss Palmer and how she had quickly grown flustered with the personal nature of the questions, soon began to cry, and then bolted from the room. Even Chase’s secretary, Nicole, had had a difficult time consoling her in the anti-room, and the poor girl ended up leaving without her $1,000 stipend, even refusing it when big Pete dropped her off at the airport. Chase knew that the cool elegant poise of Natalie Nichols was about to be tested. He continued, “If you want to stop at any time during this part of the interview, I’ll give you your $1,000 and Peter will drop you off at your hotel and then pick you up for your return flight tomorrow. Please understand that I don’t want elaborate answers, just simple and direct honesty. Shall we continue?”

Natalie simply nodded, her eyes never breaking contact with his.

“Do you like the way men look at you, especially when you are wearing something that is, shall I say, provocative?”

“Yes,” Natalie smiled. “It makes me feel good.”

“Do you ever find yourself doing something—anything—to encourage men to look at you?”

“Yes.”

“How does it make you feel when a man gives you a lustful look?”

“Powerful.”

“Do you like to flirt with strangers?”

“Yes.”

“Do you masturbate?”

“Yes,” Natalie answered after a brief pause. A smile began to curl up the corners of her full rosy lips.

“What goes through your mind when you masturbate?”

“So many things,” Natalie said with a laugh. She quickly composed herself. “Often role-plays and fantasies.”

“Have you ever been naked in public?”

“No.”

“Ever fantasized about it?”

“Yes, I have.”

“Have you ever had sex in public?”

“No.”

“Ever fantasized about it?”

“Yes.”

“What do you find is the most attractive part of a man’s body?”

“His mind.”

“And what do you believe is your most attractive feature?”

“My lips.”

“What is the one thing that is guaranteed to turn you on?”

“To be watched while masturbating.”

The image instantly conjured up in Chase’s mind for a split second sent a jolt straight down to his loins. He imagined her slumped right there in the guest chair, her heels hooked up on the chair arms, her panties—if she was wearing any—dangling from an ankle, her fingers working frantically between the folds of her glistening sex. He quickly blinked away the image.

“Have you ever had sex with a stranger?”

“No.”

“Would you like to?”

“Yes! My fantasies often include a stranger.”

“What is the one thing that you do that has never failed to turn on your partner?”

“Give great head.”

“Some women really don’t enjoy fellatio. You do?”

“I love it.”

“What do you like the most about it?”

“I love the feel of a man’s cock down my throat.”

“Do you ever let the gentleman cum in your mouth?”

“Yes.”

“Do you swallow?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like the taste?”

“Yes, for the most part.”

Chase’s eyebrows arched high. “Now, which is more important, your own pleasure or pleasing your partner?”

“My partner’s.”

Chase grinned and noted with keen interest the increasing blush of arousal on Natalie’s cheeks and neck and the sleek upper part of her chest visible in the neckline of her dress. The telltale twin bumps of her nipples were making an appearance protruding into the thin fabric of her dress. The way she shifted in her seat and re-crossed her legs seemed to signal that she was getting just as turned on by the course of the interview as he was. Chase savored the thought and leaned back in his chair.

“Do you like to fuck?”

“Yes.”

“Have you ever had multiple partners at the same time?”

“No.”

“Have you ever fantasized about it?”

“Oh, yes.”

“Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No.”

“Fantasized about it?”

“Yes.”

“Do you have anal sex?”

“Just once.”

“Did you enjoy it?”

“I would need to try it again to find out.”

“Do you cum when you fuck?”

“Yes.”

The little squirm of Natalie’s hips in the supple leather of the chair wasn’t lost on Chase’s eyes.

“So, then, you would say that you enjoy sex?”

“Enjoy, no,” Natalie said slowly. Then with an impish glint in her eyes she added, “Love it, yes!”

Throughout the interview the sexual tension in the room had become increasingly palpable. Even big Pete was shifting his stance to keep his growing erection from being too conspicuous. Natalie’s responses came rapidly and Chase was more than pleased. But he was struggling to channel the energy of his arousal into maintaining control.

“Natalie, this job pays $2,500 a week with a $100,000 bonus at the end of the year. Plus you get to keep the car I’ll provide, and your wardrobe, which will be very extensive and quite expensive. That adds up to what, maybe $400,000. Plus I take care of any taxes. Now, what are you willing to do for that much money?”

With her gleaming light-blue eyes trained on his and the faintest hint of a smile on her full rosy lips, Natalie said in her soft seductive voice, “Anything your heart desires, as well as your cock.”

Not only was she the most beautiful girl Chase had ever seen, she was also fearless and unafraid. “Now, for my final question,” Chase said, moving forward, his elbows on the desk, his hands folded in front of him. “If I so much as asked you, would you stand up right here and now and take off your clothes for me?”

Again, Natalie’s lovely blue eyes grew large for a moment. Her full lips twitched into a full smile. Her eyes then darted toward big Pete and back to focus on Chase. Her lips parted as if to say something and he could see the tip of her pink tongue pressed between the whites of her teeth.
 
Natalie sat there looking at Chase, her eyes moving over his face as she watched how his lips formed letters and words, the way his brow wrinkled up now and then. She sat there comfortable in the office chair as they moved through the first initial meeting, still able to feel his hand around hers as she answered the first few questions. Her legs crossed and uncrossed as they fit well together, Her red high heeled pump dangling from her stocking clad toes every now and then, and as she re-crossed her legs she’d slip the heel back upon her dainty foot.

Her eyes scanned the room looking over the furniture as well as everything on the walls, each time he asked her a question she said what first came to mind. There was no need to lie or think about it, Natalie hardly hesitated with the answers, either he would accept her for who she is and her truthful answers or he’ll send her home, there was no reason to not be herself if she wasn’t she was sure it would bite her in the ass down the road a piece as she seen it happen many a times with others around her.

When he made the comment about Texas Natalie smiled and spoke, “I hear everything is big in Texas.” She caught him grin and then move to the next question as she was handed her drink. Glancing at the walls again she had noticed his collection of pieces by Jackson Pollock. Natalie loved his work, it was chaotic and simple, she remembered seeing an exhibit of his once while in college, remembering how his works ad something to do with mathematics or something, it had been to long ago for her to remember it exactly. Natalie looked back at Chase once more as the questions continued. Sipping the drink, feeling it burn as it went down her throat, she held back a cough. Natalie had turned into a wine drinker, but she still loved her brothers Jack and Jim and their Old granddad now and then, a triple on the rocks with a beer chaser often helped her relax after a long day.

When it came to the question about her most embarrassing moment, she watched his face, then heard the chuckle as she herself left out a giggle and then felt her cheeks heat up, knowing they now help more of a pinkish glow. Her blue eyes locked with his green once more as she went on to the next question, the slight moment of embarrassment moved on.

Natalie leaned back in the chair, feeling relaxed and comfortable, she listened to him talk of his failed marriages briefly and what he thought on that whole subject. He had a very different view of it than Natalie did, but she herself was never in that position of being married or being a wife of course, but she did know that even when two move in together things change, sometimes not for the best.

The next set of questions became more personal along the sexual nature. Natalie answered then as quickly as they came at her. Again this wasn’t something to lie about, she didn’t care if she didn’t have the experience that most seemed to have these days, and wondered if he himself had ever answered such personal questions about his own intimate sex life. Natalie felt the heat and moistness begin to form as she answered the questions, she could hear Pete shifting behind her from left to right and knew men well; she knew that he like Chase and herself was aroused as he listened to the Q&A session.

Natalie guessed, not assumed that he liked her due to the fact that after the questions ended he told her what the job pays, and all the other extra bennies that went with it. He leaned over his desk and spoke… “If I so much as asked you, would you stand up right here and now and take off your clothes for me?”

Again, Natalie’s lovely blue eyes grew large for a moment. Her full lips twitched into a full smile. Her eyes then darted toward big Pete and back to focus on Chase. Her lips parted as if to say something and he could see the tip of her pink tongue pressed between the whites of her teeth.

Natalie stood up as her face held this impish grin upon it as she turned to Pete and with a wave of her arm motioned him to move to a chair. She decided that if she was going to do a strip tease and be the entertainment for the next who knows how many minutes that he might as well have the same view his boss did.

She watched as Pete took a seat in the chair, her long slender fingers grabbed the sides of the other chair at the top and pulled it back into a clear area. One thing with Natalie, she always like to have nice hands, her nails always long and painted, with her toes to match. Being well groomed was something she strived at along with a long list of other things.

Natalie moved to the side of the chair, her back to both men as she raised her arms and left her fingers move through her long dangling tress, she released the barrette holding her hair up on the top of her head and let it fall, a bunch of loose curls cascaded down her back, with a bounce. Her curvaceous body moved as she dropped her head back, Natalie could hear the song ‘Black velvet’ run through her mind as she began to strip.

Her eyes of blue closed as her nimble fingers began to undo the three buttons of her jacket, she slipped it from her soft lightly tanned shoulders and let it drop to her wrists grabbing it with her fingers as she dropped it and turned her head with a snap, grinned at Pete and tossed it to him. She then moved her hips slowly in a gyration as she reached back and tugged down the zipper of her tank top mid thigh red dress…

Her left foot lifted as she caught it on the arm of the chair, raising the hem of it up along her toned thighs exposing the lacy tops of her thigh highs. With the zipper fully down the back of her dress opened in the shape of a ‘V’ exposing her bare back, able to see her shoulder blades against her skin, able to see how well she took care of her body. She turned her head giving a smile and wink as the top of the dress fell from her arms and rested upon her hips, her bare breasts exposed fully as she stayed with her back to the two gentlemen.

Natalie crossed her arms over her breast as she slid her heel from the chair, as she turned to face them the red form fitting tube-like dress dropped from her hips as her body shimmied before them. Natalie grinned, her eyes sparkled as she opened her arms like a set of wings upon a baby bird unfolding for the first time, slowly and with Natalie it was seductive.

There she was stripping before two strangers and loving how it turned her on. She wore nothing but a red lacy pair of panties almost thong like but a bit more to them, her thigh highs and ‘fuck-me’ heels. Her hands moved over her flat stomach slowly up to her rounded firm breasts, her pink twin peaks fully erect from excitement and arousal. As she rubbed her hands around her breasts she took each nipple between her thumb and fingertips and pinched them, pulled them...as she licked her lips with her glistening pink muscle looking to both men and giving a soft lingering moan as her eyes closed and her head rolled upon her shoulders.

With one foot out of the dress about her ankles she flicked her other foot and the dress went into the air, catching it in her hands her arms stretched up, her body turned to give the men a side view there was no way that you could miss her perky breasts pushing upwards or the way her back was arched, her hips and left foot pivoted so perfectly while her right was pulled back with her knee bent, Natalie had a ‘dancers’ body, then again she loved to dance. Her mother and grandmother taught her to dance everything from the Charleston, fox trot, to the cha-cha…to the waltz and more. There wasn’t a dance out there that Natalie couldn’t do except possibly hip-hop that was nothing that ever got her interest, she continued to more gracefully adding a slight a slight bit of raunchiness as she danced.

The dress went from her hands to Pete’s lap, she figured he had the first part so might as well have the second, plus neither of those were the main item that was to be removed anyways. Natalie turned on the tips of her heels and once more exposed her backside to the two men; she could feel the energy charge through her body jolt after jolt as she stripped before them, shy she wasn’t least at this time.

They could see her thumbs slip into the sides of the panties that rested upon her hips, her lower body began to move in a slow circular motion, her knees met and moved with her hips as she slowly moved to a crouch position, turning her head with the grin of a Cheshire cat she began to stand up in the same motion, as she did her panties didn’t follow.

As she rose upwards the panties slide downwards with the helps of her fingers and thumbs, as she stood she bent forth and released the panties feeling them fall about her ankles, Natalie spread her feet apart stretching them as she gave the men a fully exposed view of her parted round firm ass and her shaven cunt from behind. They could see her lips puffed and glistening with her juices, she looked down between her thighs and winked to chase and then moved her hips as she stood up, turning slowly raising a foot she freed the red lace panties from her foot then exchanged feet and released them from the other and flicked them up with her heel grasping them as she placed them on her extended index finger and then pulled them back letting them fly thru the air and land on his desk.

Her hands caressed her body rubbing her soft flesh with her fingertips letting the men watch as she danced in her heels and thigh highs. She stopped and walked to the desk walking behind it as she settled there raising her foot up showing the very limber side of her as she stretched it out before him, her hand slide between her thighs as she rubbed her lips and then looked to chase as she placed them to her lips and allowed her tongue to slip from her mouth and taste herself from them as she teased them both.

She pulled her legs across the desk letting the end of the spiked heels drag lightly as she stood up, raising it up over Chase’s head giving him one veiw she had hoped he'd never forget and then turned and walked back to the chair, dragging it back to where it was as she took a seat again, like nothing happened , crossing her legs she smiled and asked, “Did I pass the test gentlemen?” She looked to both men, her look was one of innocence even though she had nothing on but her stockings and heels..
 
Chase Bradford

“Did I pass the test, gentlemen?” Natalie asked, her dreamy body settled back onto the supple leather chair. A beguiling look of innocence was all she wore besides her stockings and heels. Chase was glad to be seated behind his desk, his erection safely hidden.

Two days before, when Chase had asked the second interviewee, Miss McGuire, the same question, “If I asked, would you take your clothes off for me,” she had answered, “Yes, I would.” He didn’t ask her to do so or any other questions for that matter. He simply told her that he would let her know his decision later in the week. They had politely smiled, shaken hands, and parted. She had flown back to Boston the next day and was probably at this very moment mopping up after the lunch hour rush at Hooter’s.

But this girl, Natalie, had smiled seductively and without saying a word danced her way around his office as if she owned it, slipping off her clothes seductively, posing and teasing and tantalizing Chase and Peter. Judging by the flush color on big Pete’s cheeks and the way he kept adjusting himself in the chair, Chase figured that his chauffer was just as turned on as he was. But Chase’s reaction went far beyond mere sexual arousal. Many of the applicants had been revealed as strippers or whores. He wanted a woman who could dance like one, but that wasn’t the kind of woman he wanted. He was looking for one who was familiar with her body, confident in her appearance, and one who could use those wiles to stimulate and satisfy him. Big Pete had remarked that the final three girls Chase had selected to interview were all wholesome, girl next-door types. Chase had to agree, but to find out that one of them could dance like this! Chase struggled to contain his enthusiasm. He picked up the pair of red lacy panties from his desk, brought them to his nose for a quick sniff, which made Natalie giggle, and then leaned back in his chair.

“You are quite beautiful, Natalie,” Chase remarked. “Is it too cold in here for you?”

“Why, no. Not at all. It’s actually quite comfortable,” she replied.

“Well, your nipples are hard,” Chase observed, “And if you’re not cold then you must be excited.”

Natalie looked down at her breasts and smiled. “I guess I am,” she said. “Does that please you?”

“Yes it does. Very much,” Chase replied, fiddling with the delicate red lace panties in his hand.

Natalie then crossed her legs and folded her hands together on her top knee. With her back arched the overall effect was to push her breasts together and make her nipples appear even more pronounced. She glanced over at big Pete then back at Chase, still smiling softly.

“You’re wet too, I noticed,” Chase remarked with a grin, recalling the glistening slit of her sex that she had so tastefully displayed during her dance.

“Surely, you’d be surprised if I wasn’t,” Natalie answered. Her free foot wiggled a bit and her shoe slipped off the heel and dangled on her toes. She appeared comfortable enough but with just a bit of apprehension perhaps in anticipation of what might come next. And Chase could understand why.

If he was any other kind of man he might have been tempted to ask her to service him or big Pete or both men in some way. But that was not what he wanted. Not right now. He wanted something more. The other two finalists were quite beautiful, certainly well educated, and very charming, and this girl was all of that, but there was definitely something very special about her, an extra quality that the others had lacked. Natalie watched intently as he reached over, opened a side drawer, and pulled out a short stack of green bills. He set it on the desk next to her little purse.

“This is what we agreed upon for today,” Chase said. “And you have certainly done your part to earn it.”

Natalie gingerly took the money and slipped it into the little purse.

“I promised that I would only take an hour of your time today and we are certainly well past that by now,” Chase said. “However, there are some additional things that I would like to go over with you. Would you care to join me for dinner this evening?”

Natalie’s light blue eyes narrowed for a moment as if in thought. “I’d love to,” she then replied, “But I’m afraid all I have to wear is what is in Peter’s lap at the moment.” She glanced at the big chauffer as he shifted nervously in his seat, fondling her dress and jacket. “I suppose I have time to run out and pick up something if I knew what sort of place we were going.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Chase said. “I’ll have something sent over to your room. Dress size 3, shoe size 5?”

“You did have me investigated!” she remarked with a laugh.

“Then I’ll have Peter pick you up at seven.”

Natalie nodded.

Obviously, their meeting had concluded and Chase stood up, glad that his pleated slacks helped to hide the erection that had been growing over the past half hour. Peter rose up quickly and awkwardly held out Natalie’s clothes. She stood up, looked at Chase and held out her hand. Chase reached over to shake it but she laughed.

“My panties, please,” she asked.

“Oh, that’s right,” Chase remarked with a chuckle. “Wouldn’t want you to spoil your lovely dress.”

Both men watched as Natalie took the panties and prepared to put them on. Some might say that watching a woman take off her clothes is more much more exciting than watching her put them on, but Chase loved both actions. Knowing that both men were watching her intently, no doubt, Natalie put a little more body movement into getting dressed than normally. Her hips wiggled a bit more than needed to slip the panties over her butt cheeks, and she spent more time than needed to adjust the waistband, running her fingers around her hips, down between her legs, and over his ass, smoothing and fitting. The jut and jiggle of her breasts as she moved wasn’t lost on either pair of male eyes.

As she stepped into the dress, Chase moved around the desk and was ready to help her with the zipper. He could feel the heat of her body radiating toward him as his hands drew near to her. She pulled her long brunette tresses forward over her shoulder and stood still, glancing back in expectation. Chase took his time grasping the zip and guiding it gently upward. His fingers lightly brushed along the skin on her back and he felt her shiver slightly.

When Natalie began to slip into the jacket, Chase rested his hand on hers to interrupt her. “You won’t need that since it’s so warm this afternoon, Natalie,” he told her. “Besides the view is so much nicer.”

Natalie pivoted to face Chase, her soft easy smile beginning to grow on him. But his words were true. The fit of her dress was perfect, clinging to the rounded swell of her breasts that were topped by erect nipples that pointed just northward. She draped the jacket over her arm and took up her little clutch purse.

“You are beautiful,” Chase said, his voice low and deep and gentle. He reached out and brought two fingers to the cleft of her chin. Guiding them along the edge of her jaw, they traced a path down along her neck, out over her shoulder, then teasingly along the neckline of her dress down to where it plunged into the silky valley between her breasts. “I’m so looking forward to this evening.”

“So am I,” Natalie said, her soft seductive voice nearly a whisper.

She rocked up on her toes, bringing her face closer to his. Feeling the warmth of her breath on his hand that rested in the cleft of her cleavage, Chase found the rosy pout of her full lips appetizing, and the heat of her body was tempting him to reach out and embrace her. But he wanted to wait; he wanted to let things simmer for a while longer. He didn’t want to go too far, too fast; he wanted to take this young woman on a journey that would hopefully last a year.

“I’ll see you at seven,” Chase said and then backed away.

Natalie trembled and her expression turned into a frown that lasted just a brief moment. She took a step to the side and bumped into big Pete and they both laughed. Chase then escorted her to the door.

“Nice to meet you, Chase,” Natalie said.

“Yes, very nice,” Chase replied with a nod.

After the door had closed behind his guests, Chase returned to his desk and rang up Consuela, his housekeeper but so much more. Like big Pete, the plump little Mexican woman was as much friend as employee. “Could you please pick up something for Miss Nichols to wear to Chamberlain’s Chophouse this evening? Yes, dress and shoes … Oh, I don’t know … maybe cream with some pastel blues and greens, not too short, backless, halter, deep-v neck—you know what I like … No, no lingerie needed tonight. Thank you, so much!”

He rang off the phone and moved back over to the windows. His gaze was vague and indeterminate but his mind was sharply made up. He was old enough to know what he liked. This girl, Natalie Nichols, was the one. This is turning out better than expected, he thought. Much better!
 
As Natalie left the office walking through the reception area she looked about to see if there was another beautiful female dressed to kill waiting to follow her performance. She didn’t see one but that didn’t mean there wasn’t one that Peter was to go pick up just like he did her. Natalie was very pleased with her interview as well as her strip tease performance for both men, it gave her the feeling of power and control something she loved with it came to men it had nothing to do with the feeling of dominance but to have that ability was truly electrifying, it was almost better than a really great orgasm.

That was a quick grand she thought as she watched Pete step aside and open the door for her, feeling his hand on her lower back as she escorted her to the passenger side of the car. Natalie sat on the seat and slowly as well as seductively drew one stocking clad leg in at a time knowing it tripped Pete’s trigger. She grinned to him and winked, “sorry, couldn’t help myself.” A soft giggle released from her lips as Pete smiled and closed the door. Natalie looked in the rearview mirror watching Pete walk around the back of the car, she could tell he was adjusting himself once again, Natalie laughed as she leaned over and unlocked and opened the door for him.

Pete got in and smiled, “You’re the first women that has leaned over and opened the door for me, impressive.”

Natalie grinned, “It’s the least I could do, since I didn’t get a tip for my performance. I got what I was promised but no tip.” She wasn’t looking for money from Pete but a bit more information about the man she was having dinner with in a few hours. The car started and soft jazz played from the speakers, not real loud but actually low, just loud enough where you could still have a decent conversation and not yell or sit there and say, ‘huh?’ every other sentence.

Pete stopped at the red light and glanced over at Natalie; he reached into his back pocket, pulled out his billfold and offered Natalie a $100 bill as a tip. Natalie laughed and pushed his hand away. “I didn’t want money Pete; I’ve always worked for it. “What I want is a little information on Chase. I know you won’t tell me anything bad, I just wish to know what my chances are, your opinion.”

Pete slipped on his mirrored shades and turned the corner as they headed back to the hotel. He looked to her and laughed. “Sorry baby, I don’t have an opinion but if I was to guess I’d say your chances are over 50/50 and that’s all I have to say on the subject.” Natalie was respectful, she really liked his loyalty to his boss, and she figure Chase treated him well with that kind of answer.

Natalie and Pete talked all about other things like music; the beach verses mountains, hunting, fishing, and even sports. “Ever been out of the country? He asked her.

“No, I’ve never had that chance. I was always working, I lived for my job, then I got tangled up in an office love affair and fucked myself and it didn’t feel that great. Infact it totally, doesn’t matter it was a lesson learned the hard way…just remember never shit where you eat.”

They pulled up before the hotel; Pete let the car run while he walked around and opened the door for her, helping her out as he took that last long lingering look of her legs. ”It was a pleasure Miss Natalie” he said as he escorted her to the door letting the doorman open it for her. “Have a great evening.” He said as he stopped and left her enter.

Natalie walked back out the door and tapped Pete on the shoulder he turned around and looked to her, “Pete, I just want to say thank you for the wonderful treatment you’ve shown me whether it was because it’s your job or just because you might like me as a person.” With that said Natalie walked through the doorway to the hotel and up to her room, there was no reason to ask for messages as nobody missed her or cared where she was, not even her own roommates. Though she didn’t expect them to anyways, it was at that point she stood at her hotel room door and pressed her forehead against the door and almost cried. Desperation had set in, but was this what she was looking for? There was no emotional anything with this whole deal, Natalie walked in and closed to door behind her.

Natalie stripped and tossed her clothing on the bed, she walked over to the window and looked out over the city, she stood there naked not caring who saw her, and she was just a visitor anyways. She closed the curtains and lay on the bed, before she knew it she woke three hours later, still naked and refreshed.

The hot bubble bath felt wonderful, and the white fluffy robe felt nice against her skin as she lounged around slowly getting ready in the large bathroom that was probably as big as her bedroom back home. This was to be fun an adventure for her a mini one night vacation, not desperation vacation.

Natalie walked out of the bathroom feeling much better about herself and stopped with a confused look on her face. She looked to the door and then to the bed, there upon the bed was a nicely wrapped box. Walking over to the bed she read the card and it was for her from Chase. Natalie sat on the bed and opened it carefully.

Pulling the white tissue aside Natalie pulled the dress out and held it up to her. It was a beautiful cream open back halter dress with a plunging ‘V’ neckline. She loved the touch of soft blue and green added to the cream color. She looked within the box again and saw another box, opening that she found matching cream colors shoes, spiked heels with silver tips.

Natalie placed the dress in the closet with the shoes and called down to the front desk. “Hello This is miss Nichols and I’d like to know if there was a place I could get my hair and nails done in within the next two hours?”

Quickly she dressed in a pair of shorts and white shirt, slipped on her white Nike’s and headed down to the salon. Natalie left there a bit over an hour later, her hair in a pile of curls upon her head, and as always a few about her face. Her finger nails and toes painted held a very nicely done French manicure. Grabbing the elevator she went back to her room and slipped into the dress, no stockings needed.

Natalie stood looking in the full length mirror, the dress was form fitting, the length was to about two inches above her knees, and the top let just enough breast show to make it look elegant not slutty. Natalie headed down to the bar with $100 dollars of the money he had given her, first she stopped in one of the stores and looked around killing time. There was one hour to go, so she went into the bar like she planned and took a seat at the end where nobody else was and ordered a diet coke with lemon and just relaxed, she had wanted peace and quiet but that didn’t happen as men walked up to her trying to hit on her, she felt flattered but she felt that it would be rude to get to know any of them since she was here to meet another.

Looking at the clock she crossed her legs and watched the news till it was time to meet Chase. She had left a message at the front desk to direct her calls to the lounge where she would be.
 
Chase Bradford

“So what do you think?” Chase asked as he settled into the rear compartment of his limousine with big Pete slipping behind the wheel. Fresh from the shower, Chase had dressed in a crisp dark blue pinstripe suit, pale blue shirt, and a deep burgundy tie with a gold accented design. He preferred dressing more like a businessman than a Texan.

“I think you found yourself a winner, Bossman,” big Pete replied as the limo pulled smartly away from the curb. “She’s gorgeous, smart, real sexy. And a real nice kid too.”

“I think so too,” Chase replied, running his hand over the sleek leather and plush cloth of the seat. Unlike many of his contemporaries, he disdained those stretch Hummers—they were simply vulgar excess. Instead he opted for a traditional Cadillac in a dark blue metallic. He smiled when he caught the faintest lingering scent of perfume left behind by Natalie Nichols. “So what did you two talk about?”

“Usual small talk,” Pete added, “She was asking about you, Bossman, but I didn’t say too much. I know you like your privacy.”

“I’m sure that she has a lot of questions and won’t be shy about asking them,” Chase said.

“She is not shy, Bossman,” big Pete laughed.

Chase grinned and leaned back into the seat, his eyes closing. Natalie was not shy in the slightest. Her impromptu strip tease had proven that. Just thinking about it sent another ripple of arousal through his body. His thoughts shifted to the coming evening. Dinner. Some conversation. Some flirtation, no doubt. But just how far should he take it tonight? He hadn’t officially offered her the job yet so he decided on something just enough to keep the pot simmering.

Natalie had been booked into a top floor luxury suite at the Hotel Palomar, king bedroom, spacious living room, modern furnishings, sinfully luxurious bath. For a girl who had been sleeping on a couch for the past year, it must seem like heaven. Chase wondered what she might have done the rest of the afternoon, taken a nap, spent some time at the spa, masturbated because of all her built-up sexual tension. Peter pulled up close to the front door and hustled around to open the door for Chase.

“I’ll just be a minute,” Chase remarked and then disappeared through the automatic doors. He strode through the lobby and checked at the desk where he learned that Miss Nichols had directed her calls to the lounge in Trader Vic’s.

Chase paused in the shadows at the entrance to the bar. There was Natalie seated at the far end of the crowded room, sipping a rum and coke perhaps, and keeping her eyes peeled toward the door. She looked terrific. Her hair was done up and curly tendrils of her auburn hair framed her pretty face. The cream-colored silken gown fit her petite frame perfectly, showing off just enough of her firm breasts and legs to capture the attention of every man in the room. Chase watched as one gentleman moved down the bar, his chest puffed up and shoulders back. The man approached her and leaned in to say something. Chase could plainly see her reaction and polite smile. Her reply sent the man quickly on his way. She grinned and watched the disappointed stranger move away. It must be quite an ego boost to be the center of attention in a room so full of men and testosterone. It was straight up at seven o’clock when Chase moved out of the shadows and along the bar toward Natalie.

“Good evening, Natalie,” he said warmly as he approached. He wasn’t aware of the other men in the room eyeing him suspiciously as he reached out to take the hand of the beautiful young woman ensconced at the bar. He was aware of scent of her perfume, the sparkle of her light blue eyes, and the warmth of her smile when seeing him arrive.

“Hello, Chase,” Natalie said as she placed her hand in his. “Come to rescue me from the hounds?”

“When a girl dresses like this, she will certainly command her share of attention,” Chase replied, as he helped her off the barstool. He was delighted by the bounce and jiggle of her unsupported breasts and the pair of sharp peaks that were pressing into the thin silken fabric of her dress.

Chase tossed a fat bill on the bar, took Natalie’s arm, and they walked together out to the waiting limousine. Passing through the hotel, the click of her heels, the flash of her legs, and the sway of her hips and breasts caught everyone’s eye. There probably wasn’t a woman who didn’t want to be Natalie or a man who wouldn’t want to trade places with Chase.

Big Pete was waiting under the portico and opened the door. Chase helped Natalie inside and Pete closed the door behind them. The ride to the restaurant would take only ten or fifteen minutes. Chase took her hand and admired the fresh manicure and polish.

“I like to see a woman who takes good care of herself,” he said. “I trust that your toenails match?”

“Always,” Natalie replied.

Chase noticed the difference between her soft delicate hand and his large rough-hewn palm. Even though he had been in the boardroom more in the last ten years than out on a derrick platform, his many years of hard work in the oil fields still showed in his hands.

“Next time though, just a brighter shade of red,” Chase remarked. “You know what I mean, whore red.”

“Does that mean there will be another time?”

“Let’s discuss that over dinner,” Chase answered. “I’m starved.”

Pete pulled past the line of Mercedes and Lexi and Hummers up to the front door. Chase helped Natalie from the limo and escorted her into the restaurant.

“Good evening, Mr. Bradford,” said the maitre ‘d with an effusive smile. “Your table is ready. Right this way!”

Chase knew that eyes were drawn toward Natalie as they strolled toward their table. He could feel the sway of her hips where he rested his hand on the bare small of her back. Their table was prominent, almost like a focal point of the dining room. Looking about the room, you could see a couple of Dallas Cowboys executives, some of the usual oil industry businessmen, and a few people who would be barely able to foot the bill. They ordered cocktails and hors d’oeuvres. Chase ordered a steak dinner to be sent out to big Pete. Leaning across the table toward Natalie, Chase grinned broadly.

“Are you wearing panties?” Chase asked, his voice loud enough for the neighboring table to hear.

“No, I’m not, if you must know,” Natalie replied.

“Good. You wore only what I sent for you,” Chase said, and then took a sip of his bourbon. “I’m even more pleased that you told me the truth. You mentioned during your interview that it’s how you were raised. Truth will be the prime rule of our little adventure. No matter what, no matter how personal or embarrassing it might be, you must always tell me the truth. If I ever hear a lie from you, I will put your cute little ass on a plane to New York the same day with nothing more than the clothes on your back.”

Their entrees arrived and the conversation settled around their steak and lobster dinners and later the scrumptious dessert that followed. After he ordered Grand Marnier and coffee, Chase leaned again toward Natalie.

“The rules for our arrangement are really pretty simple, Natalie,” Chase said bluntly. “You do whatever I ask, whenever I ask, and with whomever I tell you. Do you understand what that means?”

“Yes,” Natalie replied weakly.

“Pardon me?” Chase.

“Yes!” Natalie said, much louder this time. “I understand. I do anything.”

“That’s right, anything,” Chase said. “For example, I really like oral so there will be a lot of that. I like waking up with a warm mouth around my cock. I told you I like beautiful women, and I do. I like looking at them so there will be a lot of exhibitionism on your part. I am something of a voyeur and so you may have to indulge me in that regard as well.”

“Do you mean dressing like this a lot?” Natalie said, fingering the edge of her dress that revealed an ample amount of her delicious cleavage.

“Like that and much more,” Chase went on. “It might even extend to public nudity if the mood strikes me. And I also like to watch, so you might have to fuck another man or woman.” Chase paused to take in Natalie’s reaction, noting how Natalie’s face appeared flushed, a lovely blush that rouged her neck and chest as well. In her sparkling eyes he could read what appeared to be equal measures of fear and excitement. “You're enjoying this, aren’t you?”

“I’m not sure, Chase,” Natalie said. “I’ve never done anything like this and I’m not sure that I can, but talking about it is certainly a thrill.” Her nipples, which had become sharp twin points in the thin silk of her dress, certainly reflected excitement.

“That brings up another rule,” Chase added. “You can refuse me if you want to. The first time you do, you forfeit half that week’s pay. The second time in a week, I will fire you and you get what you’ve earned so far and a first class ticket home. Of course, you always have the option of quitting any time you want.”

“But,” Natalie said. “What if you ask me to do something that I just can’t? Can we discuss it and maybe arrive at a compromise that will fill your desire and that I can live with?”

“Perhaps,” Chase replied. “I told you that I like smart women, and your opinion does count. Sure, we can always discuss it, but my decision will always be final.”

“This all sounds like you’ve already hired me,” Natalie mentioned.

“You’re right,” Chase said, reaching over and taking her right hand with both of his. “I haven’t officially offered you anything.”

Just then, a tall man with curly brown hair dressed in white approached their table. Chase looked up.

“Hey, Richard! How are you?” Chase said with a smile, getting up from his chair to shake the man in white’s hand.

“Terrific, Chase. Good to see you again,” said Richard. “How was your dinner?” He leaned on the table and looked at Natalie, his eyes drinking in every bit of her he could see.

“Excellent,” Chase said, sitting back down. “Richard, this is Natalie Nichols, my new personal assistant. Natalie, this is Chef Richard, the man behind this delicious meal.”

“Nice to meet you,” Natalie said, her voice excited. “Everything was sooo good!”

“Thank you,” replied the chef. “If there is anything else you need, don’t be afraid to ask. Nice meeting you, Natalie. I hope Chase brings you around here more often.”

The men shook hands again and the chef moved on through the dining room to greet some other guests.

“So does that mean I got the job?” Natalie asked.

“Are you wet?” Chase asked. When she looked at him with wide eyes and didn’t say a word, he said in a slightly louder voice, “Is your pussy wet right now?”

“Yes,” she said, looking left then right as if to see if anyone else overheard, and they probably had.

“Do you want the job?”

Natalie nodded and said in a soft voice, “Yes.”

“Then it’s yours!” Chase replied, taking her hand again, and raising his glass in a toast.

Natalie clinked her glass against his, took a sip and asked, “Do I get to sign a contract?”

“No contract beyond my word, and that is better than gold,” Chase answered. This just felt right. Natalie placed her other hand inside his. To most anyone else in the restaurant, they might look like lovers about to become engaged, but that was not the nature of this relationship, at least as Chase saw it. Natalie looked deeply into his eyes, her hands trembling just a bit, and then nodded.

“Okay, I’m in,” she said.

“Now that you’re on the clock,” Chase said with an evil grin, glancing around. “Do you see the man seated behind me, the one wearing the gaudy bolo tie?”

“Yes,” Natalie said, peering past Chase’s shoulder to see the older, rotund man facing her, seated with what must have been his wife.

“I want you to show your pussy to him,” Chase said. “I want you to make sure that he sees it in all its glistening glory.”

Natalie shifted position in her seat and dropped one of her hands from the table. Chase could have sworn he saw her full lower lip tremble just a bit. He held her other hand tightly and waited for her response.
 
As Natalie sat there fending off the wolves now and then she wondered about the conversations that have now been going on since she wasn’t about. She wondered if they thought she might have been to slutty, or maybe not even stutty enough. Natalie was always the curious one, sometimes to curious for her own good, she was like a sleek sensual feline, she moved like one as well, and at that moment she really wished she was a cat laying on Chase’s lap able to have even and inkling of what was being said about her compared to others, or if there was another to be seen after her. Natalie sipped her diet coke, and then took the lemon between her lips and sucked the sour juice from the slice loving that tartness in the bite.

Looking to the clock she noticed that it was almost time, she moved the ice around the bottom of the glass and just as she was about to place it down another male strolls in. Natalie loved how they all puffed their chests as if they were the cock of the block, and when it really comes down to it, that’s all they were a cock…a big dick. She shook her head at the pick-up line and then squashed his ego, watching him turn and walk away with his tail between his legs. It had nothing to do with being the center of attention which to Natalie wasn’t always the greatest thing; it was the power in being able to back another off with words of wit that she liked, that’s what fed her female ego.

Natalie loved the compliments Chase gave her, what woman wouldn’t? As far as the attention given to her by the way she was dressed she knew that was all his doing, Natalie had a feeling he liked to watch her get hit on, it fed his ego when he was the one that walked away with the beautiful female on his arm, she guessed that’s what a lot of money did for you. Then again she knew a lot of others that loved the same thing, those men were all egomaniacs, not saying that Chase was that exactly, she didn’t know him well enough yet.

Back in the back of her mind Natalie wanted to speak up about certain things and one was the color of her nail polish, if Chase knew anything about women and fashion, he would know that a woman always likes to match from her undergarments to her attire to her nails, shoes and even anything she placed in her hair or a hat. Natalie liked the French nails, it went with the attire he picked out, and if she’d had wore the red dress for drinks she’d had, had them re-done in a curtain call deep red as he suggested.

As they entered and were led to apparently was ‘his’ table she could feel all the eyes upon them, it made her feel a touch uncomfortable but with Natalie she was able to turn the negative feeling around, she stood straight, her shoulders back, breasts out and head upwards looking as if she were a top notch model just returning from a shoot from abroad. She didn’t want to disappoint Chase, so she did as she thought she should with such a man of prestige and a family name to uphold.

Natalie listened to him speak; she didn’t know if she could live up to his expectations. She could remember back when a girlfriend of hers was involved in the BDSM lifestyle. She remembered once the relationship ended Caitlin sat and told her stories of what she did that she would never do again, what she was forced to do with other men that we nasty, and how she was humiliated with tasks she had to do with who was to be a loving caring Master. All this was going through Natalie’s head and more.

She listened to her options as he was stating them; he was direct to the point. Natalie knew most things she could handle, but perhaps not all. She got lost in her thoughts for a little bit, hearing another man’s voice brought her back to reality. She looked over the man, noting he was a sharp dresser, and wearing white appealed to her. Just like Chase, Natalie liked to look at men as well, she loved a hard body, a built one or a toned, and she like the look of the business man, as well as the everyday blue collar worker but there was nothing in between that appealed to her. With Natalie it was black or white no gray areas. It was either short hair or long hair that had to be very well taken care of again another thing where no gray area was appealing to her.

Natalie didn’t hesitate in taking the job, it was their first evening spent getting to know each other and already he was testing her. She had a feeling there were many more tests to go, to him Natalie figured this was just all one big sexual game. She thought to herself as her hands slipped from the table, turning her body as she felt Chase take her hand holding it and allowing her the use of just one but that was okay Natalie could have done the task without either…let the games begin she said to herself….

Natalie made sure she had eye contact with the man Chase pointed out, her tongue slipped from her mouth as she licked her lips, no sound needed as she went through the motions of having an orgasm as her free hand slid the bottom of her dress up, her legs uncrossed giving the man a preview as to what he’ll be seeing in a few minutes in all its glistening glory.

Her long very groomed nails raked up her inner thigh as she parted her legs even more, pivoted her hips just enough and exposed her shaven mound to the man. She watched as his eyes fixated on her cunt, her fingers parted her slick lips, sliding her two fingers between them making them wet with her honey juices as she closed her eyes partially and gasped a breath as he watched.

He squirmed in his seat; the only time he took his eyes from her slick flesh was when his wife was getting louder trying to get his attention. Natalie went further, her fingers circled that muscled opening, feeling her wetness as she slide them in slowly and back only, repeating the motion a few more times and then pulling her fingers back, giving the man a wink as she licked her lips, and then her two fingers slipped between her lips and she licked them clean before him. The man was hooked on her display that you couldn’t deny if you were there looking at him. He stirred in his seat; his right hand dropped under the table as he adjusted himself or cleaned himself up from shooting a load in his pants.

Natalie closed her legs, crossing them and then turned to Chase with a grin. “Another test passed…boss?”
 
Chase Bradford

“Test?” Chase answered. He had been amused by her display, picturing the gentleman sitting behind him pausing with fork in hand, a hearty chunk of medium rare filet an inch from the poor man’s gaping mouth. Chase had also been entertained by her performance, which made him wonder just what she sounded like when she came for real. “This is no test, Natalie. This is going to be your life for as long as you work for me. Bear in mind that I’m a considerate man, not into pain or blood letting or torture—well, except that special exquisite kind of torture where pleasure is delayed long enough to make it sooo much better. There are so many ways to explore the pleasure of the senses, and that’s what this year is to be all about, pleasure, mine and those around us—and of course, yours too.” Chase leaned across the table toward Natalie, a movement that drew her closer to him. “What you just did for that man will make what happens the rest of the evening so much more intense for him and for his wife.”

When Chase leaned back, the older couple at the table behind him was leaving hurriedly, and there was no doubt about the truth of his words as the man scooped and then spanked the lady's full behind.

“Howard!” the lady exclaimed, but Chase knew it was not admonishment but an admission of what would be coming when they arrived home. The old man was really charged up and the lady would no doubt get a screwing like she hadn't for years.

“You see, Natalie,” Chase went on. “I don’t believe you should think too much about what we do when we're together. You’ll have plenty of time for that when you’re by yourself. Just relax and give in to the pleasure of the moment, for once that feeling fades, it’s my responsibility to see that another one is in the making.”

Chase took her hand, the one that had fallen to her lap, and brought it to his lips and kissed it. The tip of his tongue darted out just enough to taste her succulent juices. He knew the time was soon coming when he would taste them first hand.

“Ahh, nothing like the taste of fresh pussy and Grand Marnier after a good dinner,” Chase exclaimed just loud enough for the closest tables to hear, which was confirmed by a couple of womanly giggles and a hearty male laugh. “Are you ready, Natalie?”

When she nodded, Chase signed the check and stood, extending his hand to assist Natalie to her feet and then taking her arm to escort her toward the door. Recognizing a couple of friendly faces on the way, he paused at the appropriate tables to say hello to the wives or lovers, shake hands with the men, and fulfill his social obligation. He also made sure to introduce Natalie since she would be seen with him quite often from now on. The men predictably fell all over themselves, eyes bugging out and tongues wagging at this spectacularly beautiful girl, while their wives looked on with cool jealousy. On the way out the door, Chase made sure to slip a Benjamin to the maitre ‘d. Big Pete had the car waiting just outside.

Once inside the limo, Natalie arranged herself on the seat and Chase fit in close beside her. He placed his hand on her thigh and tugged the hem of her dress high, nearly to her hips, revealing her well-toned, shapely legs. Chase always enjoyed admiring a nicely sculpted pair of legs. As the car eased away to return to the hotel, Chase took Natalie’s hand, held it on her lap, and turned to face her.

“I trust that you enjoyed dinner,” he remarked.

“Yes, it was delicious.”

“I also trust that you now understand more fully what is expected of you.”

Natalie nodded.

“Do you have any questions for me?” Chase asked. “If you have any doubts or concerns, it’s best that you lay them out for me now.”
 
Natalie was relieved when Chase stated that he wasn’t into anything hardcore, for that would have made her return to New York in a split second. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the job, uneasy might be the word for it but she needed to get herself out of the hole she dug when the affair happened and caused her to lose her job and place her on the blackball list.

Chase leaned forth across the table, Natalie leaned in to meet him half way, and she listened to him talk in almost a whisper, “What you just did for that man will make what happens the rest of the evening so much more intense for him and for his wife.” She understood what he meant when she watched then get up from their table and go to leave, she caught that pat to her ass, and the smiles no grins upon their faces, which in turn made her smile.

Natalie didn’t interrupt Chase as he spoke, she held eye contact with him the whole time, sat quietly and listened to his words while she studied his face, the things he did as he spoke, those little things that mean nothing but yet tell a lot, like the way his brow raised when he was talking in a more demanding state, or how he sat when he was scanning ti room looking for others that he knew or just all in all checking out other females.

She watched as he drew her hand to his mouth, his lips were full and soft as she felt them against her hand as he placed a kiss. That there made Natalie feel special in her own way, she couldn’t explain it but there was just a nice calming through her body when he did that. His tongue slipped from his warm dark cavern, his saliva heated as she felt that pink muscle move across her fingers tasting her cunt juices from them, which made a grin appear, for Natalie had a feeling he was a man that not only loved to receive but also a giver, or at least she had hoped he would from time to time.

The ‘gentleman’ side of him was a side that Natalie had gotten to see with other men back when she was into the financial scene, but since that on her few dates she had, they were more just regular guys with no manners, didn’t hold the door, open the car door, pull the chair out or even take her hand when she needed it for any reason. With Chase that drew her to him a little more, she knew she’d need to stay cold towards him, no emotional bonds, and would need to choose words and actions carefully. Natalie told herself over and over…’NO strings allowed!’ and she was going to stick to that, the first sign of that happening she knew that was when she needed to call it quits because this was just a job, she was his paid whore.

Natalie was ready to go, and yet not. She was enjoying the time they spent alone that evening, and almost felt as if she really didn’t want it to end. If anyone didn’t know about the business arrangement they would have thought Natalie was the new age Cinderella and found her Prince Charming. It wasn’t his money; it was just how he made her feel majority of the time they had been together. She admitted to herself the strip tease, as well as the tease to the man at dinner excited her, made her feel alive, it was a sexual thrill, a non-drug induced high.

The attention was nice from Chase; she liked the fact that he introduced her to others that he knew, so she was far from a ‘dirty little secret’. Natalie acted like the perfect what? She had no idea what she was, ‘business associate’ that’s what; she acted like the proper business associate as he introduced her to others. She watched as the men gave her a once over from head to toe, and the females as well but it was obvious how snooty they were when they greeted her coldly and then turned their heads the opposite way, that didn’t matter, Natalie expected it.

Natalie caught the slipping of the tip as they exited the restaurant, she liked the feel of his hand on the small of her back, it was comforting. Pete opened the door as Natalie offered a smile. “Good evening Pete” she said as he held to door open for them, listening to the same said back and a smile returned.

Natalie entered first of course, with Chase close behind her, as she went to sit he pulled her dress up by the hem and left it scrunch up about her hips as part flowed over her upper thighs. Chase placed his hand upon her thigh, she watched as his eyes moved along her shapely toned legs. Natalie didn’t cross her legs, yet she still sat like a lady, and not one with her knees wide open looking for a finger fuck, but she’d have gladly accepted that as the day was sexual rollercoaster for her. It would have been easy for her to have masturbated earlier, but with jet lag and the stress from the interview she just wanted to sleep, and she had enough to make her feel refreshed for the evening with Chase.

She glanced out the window, as he spoke, and then turned to him, nodding her head, “Yes Chase I understand for the most part.”

“Chase I have questions, and I always will, that’s just human nature. Its…it’s really all sinking in now. If you were in my shoes, I’m sure you would be taking it all in and have the feeling of being overwhelmed as I feel at this moment.” Natalie smiled and looked within his eyes, as she continued, “There are things I’ve never done, that I’m sure you will open my eyes to, sexually, and I’m not sure how I’ll handle them. Right now I have mixed emotions on how I feel about it all. I do want the job, I do want the adventure you’re offering me, if anything it’s a chance to push my limits sexually, mentally, emotionally and physically.”

Natalie dropped her eyes down, looking over his hand on her thigh, raising them she looked to him and spoke with a soft voice, “I do know that if any, and I mean any emotions start to be felt beyond a certain point I will need to leave, with or without notice but you’ll know when and if that point ever happens or is reached.”

She placed her small slender warm hand upon his as she looked directly into his eyes, she moved it along her inner thigh up to her shaven mound and down to her knee and back up again, “For now if you wouldn’t mind can we drop the subject Chase?, I really can’t think on the spot at the moment.”
 
Charles “Chase” Bradford

Nodding and smiling at Natalie’s request, Chase understood perfectly and let his hand carry the conversation. The mention of emotions had made him uncomfortable. After completing a few cycles up and down along her tender sensitive inner thigh, Natalie shifted her hand to his leg. When he eased his hand down to her knee and then slowly back up till his pinky brushed against the warm damp folds of her sex, her delicate little hand mirrored his movement. When his middle finger grazed along her moist slit, her fingers traced the throbbing outline of his rampant manhood. When the tip of his finger discovered the hard little nub at the top of her slit, her fingers attempted to curl around his shaft. With a small sense of regret, Chase quickly realized that the drive back to the hotel was short.

When big Pete pulled up to the Hotel Palomar, Chase got out and offered his hand to help Natalie to her feet. That the hem of her dress was high and afforded him a generous view of her shaven sex and sleek legs wasn’t lost on Chase, or big Pete for that matter. She slipped out and hopped to her feet, not looking surprised in the least when he offered to walk her to her room. He took her arm and they strolled together into the hotel and through the lobby as if they had registered together.

“Thank you for a most memorable evening,” Chase remarked as they waited for the elevator. “I look forward to many more.”

Natalie’s brow tightened at his last comment, but when they stood together in the elevator, Chase slipped his hand around her waist. When they waltzed down the hall to her room, his hand moved to the small of her back, resting on the soft bare skin that her backless dress afforded. When they arrived at her door, he turned her about to face him. Chase lifted his hand to her cheek, his warm rough palm on her smooth clear skin, and his fingers near her ear brushing against the auburn curls that framed her face. Tucking a finger under her chin, he tilted her face upward so he could look directly into her glimmering light blue eyes. His other hand remained around behind her back and pulled her body close to his.

As he leaned down toward her, bringing his lips dangerously close to hers, his hand descended along her neck and her shoulder, and then followed the neckline of her dress down to her breast. Her firm yet pliant flesh fit his hand perfectly and he found her nipple stiff and erect when his thumb passed over. Natalie’s eyes looked deeply into his as he pulled her body up against him. Surely she could feel the rampant insistence of his growing erection pressing against her belly.

His kiss began tentatively, a soft brushing of her lips, as their warm breath washed over each other’s face. Natalie’s lips were soft and moist and his kiss became their kiss, a back and forth exchange that quickly grew passionate. Almost as if reflexive, her hands slipped up to his shoulders and around the back of his neck, allowing his hands free rein over her body. No part of her body that he could reach escaped his roving attention. Their tongues introduced themselves and began a delectable dance, tangoing back and forth until their breath was nearly exhausted.

The sound of the elevator doors opening and voices, male and female, echoed down the hallway. Chase backed up against the door to her room and drew Natalie close to him. His hands reached for the hem of her dress, raising it up until it was high enough for him to cup the taut cheeks of her tight little ass. Foot falls on the plush carpet approached then suddenly stopped. There was some frantic unintelligible whispering, then a door was opened and the voices were muted. But that alone couldn't interrupt their passionate embrace, instead it was a lack of oxygen.

“Chase,” Natalie gasped when their kiss broke and they sought to breathe. “Chase … ooh …” Natalie held onto him tightly, mashing her breasts against his chest.

His lips danced across her cheek and nestled just under her ear. A kiss, a lick, and a light nibble on that very sensitive spot brought a deep shuddering sigh from her. The scent of her perfume was thrilling. Chase brought his hands to rest on her hips.

“Natalie,” he said softly, his voice a low and deep husky whisper. “I hope that you sleep warm and well tonight, and that your trip home tomorrow is safe and comfortable.”

“Um, Chase?” Natalie said tentatively, looking bewildered and then fumbling for her room key. “Aren’t you … aren’t we …” she said, gesturing toward the door to her room. Her face was caught in a question.

Chase took the room key and opened the door for her. “I’ll see you again next week,” he said. “Goodnight.”

Awkwardly, reluctantly perhaps, Natalie backed out of the hallway and into her room. Chase remained long enough to be sure that she was safe before returning to the elevator. The next morning before big Pete was to pick Natalie up for her return flight to New York, Chase wrote her a note.

Natalie,
I hope that you enjoyed our dinner last night. There will be many more once you return to Dallas. I’ve enclosed a little something to help you settle your affairs at home so that you will be ready to move here next week. Call it a signing bonus. I will send a courier with a one-way ticket for a week from today. You are to bring only the clothes you are wearing and what few personal effects you can’t live without. Everything else that you will need will be furnished for you. If you have a passport, bring it with you. If not, we will get you one. I look forward to seeing you again a week from today.
Your new Boss,
Chase

When he was finished, Chase pulled open a desk drawer, withdrew a stack of crisp green bills, and slipped them into the envelope. Five-thousand should cover her remaining expenses, he thought. He handed the thick envelope to big Pete.

“See to it that Miss Nichols gets this, Peter,” he said, patting his burly chauffer on the back. “And take good care of her. We do want her to come back now, don’t we?”

“Kid gloves, Bossman,” big Pete chuckled, holding up and waggling both meaty hands. “Kid gloves.”
 
Natalie could tell that the minute she mentioned about an emotional tie Chase felt uncomfortable, but she knew it was something that needed to be addressed between them, since he was laying it on the line she knew she could as well, it was a two way street at this point, it was he who called the shots but it was Natalie that could just say fuck it and go back to her life in New York, he was stuck in his, he had so many commitments and needed to keep up the family name where Natalie didn’t. They were so different and yet in ways, they were so much alike, sometimes oil and water do mix.

Her hand moved from her own to his upper thigh, she moved it along the fine material of his pants, feeling his do the same, she gasped a breath, when his smallest digit caressed the moist petal of her sex. Exhaling slowly she closed her eyes as a wave of pleasure shot through her body, action…reaction, her fingers and thumb sought out his erect cock that was pressing against his pants, she moved along it feeling his thickness , his length, teasing him as his fingers were her.

Natalie bit her lip as Chase zeroed in on her blood-filled clit, she knew it peeked from its home almost like a soldier standing at attention, a mini tiny cock wanting to be caressed, stroked and played with. Her nimble fingers and thumb worked about his length, she felt the head of his cock through his pants and almost pulled away yet didn’t, and before she knew it they were back at the hotel. Natalie fixed her dress, and sighed softly, that soft breath rolling from her lips as she looked at Chase wondering if he’d stay the night or not, she was soon to find out the answer.

She felt her hand once again within his as Pete opened the door to the car and Chase stepped out first helping her, she glanced at both men as her stiletto heels touched the ground. Natalie was impressed with Chase; his manners are what draw her to him, outside his arrogant persona which Natalie had a feeling he was that way due to being fucked over n his past, he seemed to be one of those that hides behind a mask of the past, but it didn’t matter she wasn’t there for a relationship, it was business, a job nothing more and nothing less.

His hand was once again on the small of her bare back, his hand molded to that small dish, again a relaxing feeling as they strolled through the lobby as a couple, masking what it really was. It was at that point Natalie realized that she was an actress and this was her first ‘movie’, and could see pull it off for the long haul. That was the perfect way to look at it, she now had that inside her head, a role, one where there are certain boundaries and you don’t cross them. With that in her head she was set for the ‘game’, she was the starlet and he was the main man, creating an extended X-rated movie.

“Chase, thank you for a wonderful day, as well as evening, memorable indeed and I like you look forth to those headed our way,” she said as they stopped at her floor. He left her go first was they walked down the carpeted hallway to her room where he turned her to face him, she looked to his eyes as his hand went to her cheek, she wanted so much to nuzzle it but didn’t, instead she left him explore her face, her shoulder and her breasts.

The kiss started as something more playful, the turned heated as her tongue danced with his, a sexual tango of the tongues as she released a moan to his mouth as her arms moved around his neck, his hand went into the top of her dress where he teased that pink nub and weakened her knees quickly. Natalie pressed to him, his hands roaming her as she felt the arousal growing as he held her there, she was a prisoner within his arms, and it didn’t bother her, she didn’t wish to escape.

Natalie felt the hem of her dress slide up along the back of her lightly tanned tone legs, her head tilted to the right and sealed the linger passionate kiss as she felt his hands cupping her rounded cheeks, holding here there as the elevator stopped, and a couple exited it catching them and their display of public affection. It didn’t matter as they continued as if the couple wasn’t there, nothing mattered to Natalie as she sealed that heated kiss.

They kissed again, and then as it broke the soft whispers were shared between them, Chase called it a night, and he revved her up and left her to cool off. She thought he would stay the night, but he didn’t she wasn’t disappointed though, she knew what was to happen will happen eventually. “Chase thank you again for everything, pleasant dreams and will see you again.” She released from his arms and stepped inside the room closing the door behind her.

Natalie undressed and walked about the room naked, gathering everything she needed to pack and packed it, leaving everything she needed to get ready with out in the bathroom except for her pink summery dress and white heels and hose. She laid upon the bed, clicking on the TV and found a continuous play classic rock music station, leaving it on she crawled under the sheets and sighed softly.

Her eyes closed, as she replayed the last almost 48 hours, her mind was on a whirlwind, so much to take in and analyze. Questions were starting to come to her now that they parted and she has that time to think. This was a job, so she would have time off to do as she pleased. She wondered if she would have her own place to live, again it’s a job, if she would have her own social/personal life outside this business arrangement? Natalie wondered if there was vacation time, or even health insurance. There now were 50 questions running through her mind, and she hoped she’ll remember them all to ask.

Natalie thought of the strip tease, the show at dinner, the car ride back as well as the hot passionate kisses at the door. She groaned softly as she pinched her nipples between her thumbs and fingers stretching them, releasing, and then rolling and repeating, her body reacted as she arched up and twisted side to side groaning. Her left hand slid down her flat stomach and moved around her shaven mound , her fingers rubbing the top of her slit feeling her hardened clit peek out as she pinched it, holding it betwixt her fingertips stretching it and releasing on to pinch and pull again as she teased her nipples.

Her long slender fingers slipped down between her thighs as she parted then, her soft smooth petals parting, splayed open giving her easy access to her wanton hole. Natalie pushed two fingers within her pussy and began to move them steadily in and back out. Her body craved to be taken; it had been a while since she was laid. Placing her thumb up[on that small button, she began to rub it about, pressing down had as she keep driving those fingers of her in and back out.

Her soft cries of pleasure filled the room along with her musky scent; the sheet under her had a puddle from her seeping juices. Natalie groaned and whimpered as she finger fucked her sopping wet pussy, images of the past two days events ran through her head; a wave of pleasure move through her as her head went from side to side, licking her lips as she teased herself to a pleasurable orgasm. She pulled her fingers from her cunt and got up, washing herself and then moved to the window, standing there looking out it wondering if she turned him on just as much as he did her.

Turning around she crawled back into bed, pulling the covers up she switched off the light and fell into a deep needed sleep. Natalie was awaked by the sound of the alarm; she stretched and laid there for a bit, just relaxing. Getting up she made a pot of coffee and showered, didn’t take her long to get ready, she wore very little make-up, her skin was fresh and smooth, and she had a natural beauty about her. Dressing and doing her hair didn’t take long; she sipped her coffee out on the terrace just relaxing till it was time to go.

Natalie cleaned up after herself, she hated to leave things a mess and housekeeper or not it was just something within her. There was a knock at the door, and as she went to get it she turned and made sure everything of hers was picked up. Opening the door she smiled to the young man, and pointed to her one bag, “That’s it, thank you.” He walked her to the elevator and they went down to the desk, Natalie tipped him once they got to the doors, she smiled seeing Pete waiting for her by the car.

Pete smiled and walked towards her, grabbing her bag, only after he handed her the letter from Chase. Pete opened her door, and closed it behind her, but of course there was a glace to her legs before the door closed. He placed her bag in the front seat and then walked around the car and got in, and then headed to the airport. Natalie opened the letter and unfolded it, as she saw the money. Not even bothering to count it, she tucked it in her purse with the rest of the $1000 he gave her after the interview and read the letter.

Natalie,
I hope that you enjoyed our dinner last night. There will be many more once you return to Dallas. I’ve enclosed a little something to help you settle your affairs at home so that you will be ready to move here next week. Call it a signing bonus. I will send a courier with a one-way ticket for a week from today. You are to bring only the clothes you are wearing and what few personal effects you can’t live without. Everything else that you will need will be furnished for you. If you have a passport, bring it with you. If not, we will get you one. I look forward to seeing you again a week from today.
Your new Boss,
Chase

Natalie closed the letter up, opening her purse she sought through it for a pen; she ripped the letter into two and wrote back to him.

Chase,
You showed me two eventful fun days, I hope to see many more in the future. I do have a few questions to ask.

1. Where will I live?
2. Will I have time off like a normal job?
3. Will I have vacation time or a health plan?
4. Will I be able to have a personal life outside working for you?
5. What about having a sex life outside working for you?

Thank you for the bonus it was a very nice surprise. I don’t have a passport so I will let you help me with that. I look forward to seeing you in a week and starting my new job. For now, take care and be well,
Natalie


Natalie tossed in a few more questions that needed answered, and then folded it up and tucked it back within the envelope hers came in. Pete pulled up to the curb; he got out, grabbed her bag and then opened the door. Natalie stepped out and tucked the envelope into his shirt pocket, “Please make sure he gets that Pete, thank you for everything, you are a really true gentleman. See you in a week. Natalie took her bag from his hand, quickly gave him a hug and then walked into the airport.
 
Charles “Chase” Bradford

Stepping from his chopper onto the roof of the Bradford Building in downtown Dallas, Chase was met by Nicole, his executive secretary, and a couple of other staffers. It was a Saturday and like any other day there was always something that needed his attention. He was returning from an inspection of a freshly repaired rig in the gulf, one that had been damaged in the storms last summer. They couldn’t stop pumping oil just because it was Saturday and his best buddies had reserved a two o’clock tee time at the country club. Right after returning to his office, there was a knock at the private entrance door. It was big Pete.

“Everything went well this morning?” Chase asked his barrel-chested chauffer.

“Smooth as silk and right on time,” Pete replied. “Man, she is really something. All that in such a tight little package. Gotta hand it to you, Bossman, you found yourself one hot little babe!”

“I think so too,” Chase smiled.

“The little lady asked me to give this to you,” big Pete said, handing him a small envelope.

This was unexpected, Chase thought. Was this perhaps a letter saying, “Thanks, but no thanks”? Chase fingered the letter and then glanced at big Pete. “I’ll be leaving around four. Can you have the car ready?”

“Sure, Bossman. Where to?”

“To the ranch. On your way out ask Nicole to come along. We have some things that need to be worked on over the weekend. You can stay on too if you want.”

“Betcha, Bossman,” big Pete answered and then turned on his heel and left through the outer office.

Chase went to the windows opened the letter from Natalie, and read.

Chase,
You showed me two eventful fun days; I hope to see many more in the future. I do have a few questions to ask.

1. Where will I live?
2. Will I have time off like a normal job?
3. Will I have vacation time or a health plan?
4. Will I be able to have a personal life outside working for you?
5. What about having a sex life outside working for you?

Thank you for the bonus it was a very nice surprise. I don’t have a passport so I will let you help me with that. I look forward to seeing you in a week and starting my new job. For now, take care and be well,
Natalie

So it wasn’t a kiss off letter. Good. That pleased him. The thought of such a captivating young woman coming to work for him made all of the long hours and hard work feel like they were paying off. She had questions; there would always be questions when dealing with a smart woman. There was nothing here that he hadn’t expected in some form. He slipped the letter into his jacket pocket and turned back to his desk. The rest of his day was looking way busy.

Even while staying at the ranch, it wasn’t till Sunday afternoon that Chase had some free time. He headed down to the stables and saddled up Love Handles, his favorite horse. He invited Nicole and big Pete. Peter declined at first but was convinced to come when Chase said that he had invited one of the new housekeepers to join them for the ride, a young Mexican girl whom big Pete had an eye on.

One of the rewards for maintaining his 10,000-acre ranch, that had come to be known as Windmill Heights, was having plenty of room to ride. Chase loved the rush of riding on the open prairie, his horse galloping freely beneath him, wind in his hair, fresh air all around. The party of four rode along some of the trails that wound over and through the rolling hills. The sight of big Pete on a horse always amused Chase. Although he always saddles up the largest horse, Pete seemed to dwarf his mount. They paused occasionally to freshen the horses at one of the crystal clear streams. Their ride took them to a little waterfall that filled a private swimming hole. It was almost like a little oasis. While Mercedes, the new housekeeper, and big Pete wandered down to the pond to explore, Nicole and Chase sat on a rise that offered a sweeping view of the prairie.

“So she starts this week?” Nicole asked.

“Yes. She’ll be here on Saturday,” Chase replied.

“I just hope you know what you’re doing,” the young woman said. “She seems like a really nice girl. Don’t fuck with her.”

Chase laughed out loud. “I intend to! A lot!” he said. “That’s the point of it all!”

“Oh, god! You know what I mean!” Nicole said, reaching over to punch her boss in the arm. “Just don’t be messing with her, with her head. I know you’re hiring her to be a companion, for sex and the sake of appearances. And you may know a lot about her, her background and schooling and all sorts of details of her lifestyle that your PI turned up. But you don’t know her, Chase, who she really is inside. Just because she’s going to be your little plaything, doesn’t mean you can forget she’s a real human being.”

Chase glanced over at his long time executive secretary. Nicole, a pert little strawberry blonde, had started working for the company right out of Thomas Jefferson high school. She worked her way through college and up the food chain at the Bradford Oil Company. Now in her mid 30s, she had worked for Chase nearly 10 years. Their relationship was almost like father-daughter, which worked because she had lost her father at a young age and he had never had children. Chase trusted her implicitly and always took her advice to heart.

“I don’t intend on hurting her in any way, Nicki,” he said. “She knew at the interview what’s in store. Besides, she’s young, beautiful, adventurous … ”

“And desperate,” Nicole added. “Don’t forget that.”

“So she made a mistake and got beat up about it,” Chase replied, “But I won’t take advantage. This is a great opportunity for her to gain some experience, test her limits, find out what she really wants in this world.” Chase waved his arm broadly. “And the perks around here aren’t bad either. Travel, clothes, the finest things in life … once her year is done, she’ll be able to walk away with a nice little nest egg, something she could parlay into a business or investment, something that could take care of her the rest of her life.”

“What if she gets attached to you and wants to stay on?”

“I doubt that would happen,” Chase pronounced. “Probably a year with me will be enough. But who knows, if it does, we can always negotiate another year or two.”

“So this is a renewable contract?”

“Let’s just see how this year goes,” Chase said.

Nicole smiled but didn’t say more. They sat quietly watching the late afternoon sun lower slowly toward the horizon until the wispy clouds overhead were tinged with crimson and orange and golden streaks.

“We should be getting back,” Chase said finally breaking the silence. “It’s Sunday on the ranch, and you know what that means.”

“Chuck wagon dinner!” Nicole exclaimed. The call of her voice brought Mercedes and big Pete running up the hill. It had become a sort of tradition when Chase was present at the ranch on Sunday night, of having a big open grill cookout for the staff. The steaks were always thick and juicy, the potatoes twice baked, the corn grilled in the husks fresh and tender, and the Texas toast hot off the grill. The very thought made the hungry riders saddle up and head straight back to the stables.

That night when everyone on the ranch was fattened and happy from the meal and the bonfire had dwindled down, Chase bid everyone good night and retired to the seclusion of his room. He stripped down and showered, rinsing away the dust of the trail and the sweat from helping on the chuck wagon grill. After toweling off, he caught his reflection in the mirror. Not bad for a guy turning 50, he thought; over six feet tall with broad shoulders and narrow hips, a well-defined physique kept trim by a regular exercise regimen, curly dirty blond hair that was getting a bit shaggy, green eyes that still had a twinkle. He wasn’t a Hollywood pretty boy, but had instead a nearly handsome, interesting face. Sure there were a few wrinkles around the eyes and a little gray at the temples but he felt good about his looks and had never had trouble attracting women.

As he moved into his bedroom, Chase imagined Natalie beside him, equally naked. How well they would fit together, he thought. She was so small, so petite, why he could scoop her up and easily toss her onto his bed like a rag doll. The thought aroused him and he felt his cock twinge. He chuckled that it didn’t take a firm sensuous hand or a wet warm mouth or pussy, just the simple notion of Natalie Nichols naked on his bed to turn him on. As he glanced down at his swelling erection, the engorged shaft and bulbous head, he was tempted to do more than that, to touch and stroke and reach the climactic release that had been building ever since their interview and dinner the day before. But he didn’t. Like most men, he had needs and wants and desires, but he wanted her to satisfy them. If all he needed was to get his rocks off, there were plenty of bars in town with plenty of women more than willing to comply.

Chase climbed between the soft silken sheets and soon fell asleep thinking of when and how that climax would actually occur—with her.
 
The plane trip seemed quick, Natalie fell asleep most of the flight back to New York. The man aside her accidentally bumped her waking her up, didn’t matter she had thirty minutes more till they landed at J F. K airport. Natalie knew it would be easy to grab a cab back home from there, after that she needed to tie up loose ends as Chase said and get rid of most of her possessions. She looked out over the clouds and thought about what her possessions were. Mainly everything was in a storage unit that she was able to salvage from the house she grew up in with her parents, furniture, books, little odds and ends that meant a lot to her parents but nothing of major cash value only sentimental.

A female’s voice came over the intercom system telling the passengers to please buckle up, the seats in the upright position and to place all items away and prepare for landing. The landing wasn’t as smooth as the one in Dallas; the skies grew grey quickly out of nowhere making it look like later evening in the afternoon. Thunder began to roll in rumbling loudly followed by a ‘boom’, lightening filled the skies touching down everywhere around the airport. Natalie exited the plane and went to collect her baggage.

Walking through the airport she was bumped by people in a hurry, she sighed and stopped looking at the crowd around the baggage claim area. Stepping back she took a seat, crossed her legs and waited till the crowd subsided. A short balding man sat aside her and tried to make conversation, she politely excused herself and went and grabbed her bag. From there she set out to hail a cab, standing there in the rain trying to get in line for the next one available. Quickly getting in, she tossed her bag in with her, no need to wait for him to get out and toss it in the trunk, it wasn’t that big. Natalie gave her address to the driver and then sat back as she went for another hell ride by a NY city cabbie.

It turned out to be a dreary day; Natalie paid the cab and rushed out from it as the rain poured down in buckets soaking her immediately. By the time she climbed the steps and opened the door her clothing was clinging to her like a second skin, once in she stood there taking a breath, her shoes ruined from the rain. Natalie called out to her roomies, nothing back as she shrugged and stripped down placing her wet clothing in the sink, grabbing her bag and unpacking.

The hot shower felt good as it cascaded over her lithe figure, her eyes closed as she washed her long hair, her mind relaxed, as she thought about how different it was between the city and Dallas, she missed the sunshine. After drying off she applied a moisturizer to her whole body and slipped on her robe, taking care of her wet clothes and tossing her shoes into the trash. The front door opened, Natalie turned and watched as her roomies came home. “Hey guys, I’m back.” She said as the door closed behind them.

“Wow, you look great Nat, how was the weekend, you get laid?” Sam asked as Darren stood there grinning like a fool awaiting the answer.

“No, No, it wasn’t like that but damn it came close to it, not that I’d have minded.” Nat responded as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed a yogurt eating it.

“So, do we get all the details, well, Darren I’m sure isn’t interested but I am, so spill it girlfriend.” Sam said with excitement wanting to know all the dirty little details of Nat’s weekend.

Nat laughed as she listened to Samantha and all her questions, “How about this guys, I’ll take us out tonight for dinner, because as of seven days from now, I’ll have new residence in Dallas Texas.” Nat grinned as she looked at the two.

“Oh my God you took the job!” Sam said jumping about all excited.

“Yes, he hired me for a year. I will be his,’business associate’ and more.” Nat responded as she tossed the yogurt container away and placed the spoon in the sink. “So you guys care to go out tonight?”

“I can, Darren’s working, and he got this part time gig in the city. He’s security at a small club. So it’s just us two tonight them, and I want the entire juicy little secrets girl!” Sam laughed after she said that, she knew there was more to it than just a work thing.

Samantha hugged Nat up, funny how they were not say the closest friends always but now as Natalie was moving out, seemed Sam was happy, or maybe Sam did see her as a close friend. It didn’t matter there was only a week left of the couch for Natalie, and as desperate as she was those nights seemed forever and she just got home, Nat knew it was going to be a long week.

Natalie stepped back and told Sam she needed something very classy for their outing, they were going to where Natalie used to work, she needed to give her notice and really just wanted to have dinner there, instead of playing the hostess, almost to run their faces in it.

Looking through her closet, she grabbed a pair if jeans, a sweater and boots, getting dressed she tossed her damp hair up on her head and headed out under an umbrella. The rain was beating against the umbrella; she avoided the part of the sidewalk closest to the streets so she wouldn’t get splashed. Looking about she smiled, she was ready to leave the city.

Natalie retuned home with a few packages under her arms, the rain had stopped while she was shopping and the evening started to settle in. She re-did her hair, adding a bit more curl to it as she pinned it up on her head; she smiled as she slipped into her blue short evening dress. She loved the way thigh highs felt upon her legs, she slipped her feet into a new pair of five inch blue heels that matched her dress. Natalie added a splash of color to her face and a few pieces of her mother’s jewelry and went to see if Samantha was ready yet.

Samantha was wearing a red cocktail dress that hung from her skinny body; Sam had always felt she was ‘fat’ so the skeleton body showed her eating disorder quite well. She had on red stockings and black shoes. Natalie went and grabbed a black shawl from her closet and gave it to Sam, so she at least matched well. They hailed a cab, gave directions to the cabbie and off they went.

They stepped from the cab, Sam’s eyes lit up when she realized where she was at, “Damn girl, this place is nice, I never knew this was where you worked.” Sam said as she walked around meeting Natalie at the entrance. Entering, Nat smiled at the girl who was filling her shoes, though she was just about to find out that it wasn’t anything temporary. Natalie and Samantha were shown to a table; the hostess had no idea who she was.

“Can you please tell Jay that Natalie needs to speak with him, thank you.” She said to the hostess. They ordered drinks, appetizers and then the main course. The drinks came first, Natalie sipped her grasshopper watching Sam down a beer in almost one gulp, “Hey, slow it down we have all night.”

Jay came over; he stopped and looked at Natalie, “ready to come back to work?”

“Jay, as of tonight, I’m sorry I quit, I’m sorry there’s no notice but I have no time for it, I leave for Dallas in a week, I have things to tie up still before I go. Thank you for everything.”

Jay, who was short, fat and bald, stood there looking to Natalie and Samantha, “I’m sorry your going, you were a bright spot here Natalie, I wish you all the luck on your new career.” He grabbed her hand in his own and placed a kiss upon it then released it. “Again good luck.” Jay said and turned and walked away.

“Okay come on girl spill it I want it all, even the juicy stuff.” Sam said as she leaned over the table, and then looked around eyeing the men up as well as a few females.

“Okay Sam” Natalie said and began telling Sam about the two days she spent in Dallas. Sam said she’d do it if it was her in Natalie’s shoes, she was getting to that point of desperation herself, but there was no way Samantha could pull of the classy lady, she looked like a crack whore to begin with and she was too thin, she had no tits or ass left on her boney frame. Nat figured Sam was getting turned on by everything she was telling her from the way she squirmed in her seat. “So, for the next year, I’m his playtoy, or his personal whore, whatever you want to call it. I won’t need for anything.”

Sam pushed her plate aside and looked over Natalie, Girl are you sure you want to do something like this? I mean damn, I can see why but what if he asks you to do things that are way out? I thought I’d do it but after all those rules there’s no way.”

Natalie finished her meal, the hostess brought over the leather bound binder with the check, Natalie paid cash and gave a tip, and she knew how hard it was to make a living. “Sam, it’s a year of my life that I could be spending here, but instead I’ll be doing whatever and enjoying it, I’m desperate Sam, I can’t live with you and Darren and keep sleeping on the couch, you guys need privacy just as much as I do.”

Natalie looked down to her watch, “let’s get going.” Standing up she watched as Sam stood to her feet with a slight wobble, Natalie felt embarrassed, she hated public displays like this, it was unnecessary. She slipped her arm through Sam’s and helped her to the door, and hailed a cab and headed home where she tucked Sam in , got changed into her regular lounge clothing and went digging through her boxes she had in a living room closet.

Natalie decided that she’d donate everything she had but a few pieces of jewelry that was her mothers and personal belongings. She’d leave Sam a few items that she knew she’d enjoy and that would take care of everything but the storage that she’d just continue to pay monthly as she had been. Natalie wiped a tear from her cheek, then realized she couldn’t keep up with them as she had realized, everything she had owned was really nothing, a few boxes of paper, pictures and a small 5x5 storage unit. She put the stuff back in the closet and went to bed, not happy with how her life was going at that moment.

The next few days Natalie spent lugging belongings about to various shelters, getting rid of all but a few days worth of clothing. There were a few sets she tucked in a suitcase with shoes and other small pieces and placed them in the storage unit, she also packed a garment bag with a few coats as well, those she spent good money on, she was afraid to give it all away incase this was a joke or a hoax of some sort.

There was one day to go as well as a night, one last night spent on the old couch at Darren and Sam’s. Natalie decided that her last day in New York was going to be spent doing anything she wanted to do.

Friday morning she gathered what she was taking with her and placed it all in a smaller suitcase, her outfit was the only thing in her closet other than what she was wearing that day. There was a single pair of heels and one set of white Nikes that she put on and then closed the closet door. He said a few personal things and the outfit she was wearing, and Natalie was almost sticking to that. She tossed in her favorite sweater and another pair of raggedy jeans that just made her feel good to wear. Natalie thought about it all for a brief second, what if this was a joke, she had given everything, almost everything away, it was Friday morning and no ticket, her heart thumped within her chest as she sat down and caught her breath.

‘fuck it,’ she thought, it didn’t matter regardless if this was for real or not Natalie needed a new start, it was this or porn, she liked sex just as much as the next porn star in the making. Natalie took what she had left of the money and placed $5000 of it in the bank, and took the $450 she had and went and bought flowers for her parent’s grave and smiled as she spoke in whispers to them. From there she walked along the gardens, just looking around, have a hot dog from a street vendor as well as a cone of ice cream.

Natalie spent the rest of the day walking about New York City, seeing things she wanted to and never did, and just being a free spirit. The thoughts of Chase ad the ticket were pushed to the back of her mind as she went on and enjoyed the day.
 
Chase Bradford

The week prior to Natalie’s arrival was wicked busy. The rising and falling roller coaster of the oil market drew Chase’s attention much of the time. It’s one thing to make a ton of money but quite another to keep it. Despite the urgency of business, he devoted considerable thought and preparation for his new Playmate. That word made him chuckle. If a creaky old fuck like Hefner could have live-in Playmates, why not him? At least Chase was young enough to take full advantage of his Playmate’s youth and energy and beauty.

There was a higher level of excitement about the house than usual that seemed to build throughout the week. It began on Monday when Chase’s favorite interior decorator appeared and salivated over the important bedroom makeover even as he protested the short notice and immediate timeline. Chase requested that the sleek modern design be updated into a sumptuous feminine boudoir. The decorator responded phenomenally, as only a gay man can, using extravagant fabrics, exotic colors, sensual textures, plush romantic furnishings, and luxurious fixtures. Consuela, the head housekeeper, gave her personal seal of approval upon seeing it. “Dios Mio,” she exclaimed. “This is so beautiful, Mr. Chuck. It’s like living in heaven! She will enjoy it very much!”

Chase drew up a list of things they would need—personal things that Natalie would need, and Consuela and Nicole, his executive secretary spent the next two days shopping at the most exclusive stores. They knew his taste well and made sure that what filled up the dressers and closets was exactly what he would want Natalie to wear. This extensive trousseau included skimpy sheer lingerie, gossamer gowns, and delicate robes, dresses of all colors for all occasions, designed to showcase and tastefully expose her heavenly figure. There were only a few casual outfits, shorts and tops and bathing suits, ranging from skimpy to scant and quite revealing. There were even a few special occasion costumes that Chase had suggested. And shoes. Plenty of shoes. Again all colors and styles and, although some of them could possibly be called “fuck me” shoes, they weren’t the cheap LA porn star style, and all designed to lift her butt high and add that extra sensational bit of curve to her legs. Chase made sure both ladies got a couple of new outfits for themselves for having done such a great job.

Mario, the cook, was given a list of Natalie’s favorite foods, and set about planning menus and ordering extra groceries. The groundskeeper and crew combed over the exterior of the house and the garden and grounds, making sure that everything was perfectly manicured and spotless. Instructions were given to make sure that there were plenty of fresh flowers for placement in the main living rooms, and in Natalie’s room particularly.

A call was made to Chase’s boyhood friend who owned the local Cadillac dealership and a brilliant red XLR V-Series roadster was prepped and delivered to the garage. Chase couldn’t resist taking it for a spin and was well impressed. The supercharged Northstar engine provided neck-snapping performance and the leather and wood trim made the interior elegant and luxurious. After parking it beside his modest collection of older American Classics and more modern sports cars, the gleaming red roadster looked right at home. He pictured Natalie behind the wheel, her long auburn tresses trailing in the air as she wound her way through town.

In mid-week, Chase arranged for Natalie’s airline ticket, and included the following note in the package sent by courier to be delivered on Friday.

Natalie,
I’m glad that you enjoyed your interview in Dallas. I’m looking forward to seeing you this coming weekend. All of your questions will be answered satisfactorily when you arrive. My staff and I will take care of all your needs, you will want for nothing. Rest assured that because of my work schedule you will have a fair amount of time to yourself to spend as you see fit. Please enjoy a safe and comfortable flight to your new home.
Warmest regards,
Chase

Finally, the day before she was to arrive, Chase gathered his staff into the Great Hall at Windmill Heights. Everyone was there including Nicole, Consuela and her assistants, Mario, the pilots and flight staff, the groundskeeper and his crew, and of course big Pete. Their regular meetings were always pretty casual so that only the freshest members of the staff weren’t completely relaxed, particularly since Pete had mixed everyone a drink.

“As you know by the course of activities this past week, Miss Natalie Nichols, my new personal assistant, will be arriving tomorrow,” Chase began. “I want to thank you all for your hard work this week preparing the house for her. A few of you have met her already and some of you know how she has come to be the newest part of our little family here. She is to be treated as such, an equal member of the family. I want you all to do everything you can to make sure that she feels welcome and comfortable. However, she is responsible to me, and me alone. Although she will be free to come and go as she wishes, any inappropriate behavior must be reported to me immediately.

“I want you to go about your business just as normal. But her room, the master bedroom adjacent to mine, is off limits. That is to be her sanctuary and no one—not even me—is allowed in there unless she permits it. In two weeks, some of you will be coming with us to Cobb’s Cove for 10 days. The plane is to be made ready, and the house and yacht in Florida are to be prepared. Natalie and I will be sailing to Bermuda for a few days and you all will have the run of the house until we return. Any questions?”

“How do we address her, Mr. Chuck?” asked Consuela.

“We are all on a first name basis here so feel free to call her Natalie.”

“Hokay. So I call her, Miss Natalie,” Consuela replied with a laugh that spread through the staff.

“As you wish,” Chase chuckled.

“Is she like a boss?” asked Mario, a diminutive dark haired Frenchman. He was always nervous about his employment situation even though his job was rock solid and secure.

“She reports to me and serves at my … um … my pleasure. Any reasonable request of hers is to be filled. Once she discovers your strawberry crepes, Mario, she will be requesting those quite often, I’m sure. Anything else?” Chase asked looking around the room at the smiling faces of his staff. They truly were his family, his extended family. “If not, we’ve all got things to finish up.”

As everyone left to go about their business, Nicole and big Pete approached.

“So you’re really going through with it?” big Pete asked.

“Of course,” Chase replied. “I offered her the job and she accepted.”

“And it’s strictly business, right?” Nicole asked.

“Yes, like leasing an oil well.”

“Just be careful, Chase,” she warned. “I know how you like to play, but like I was saying before, don’t forget that she’s a real woman, not an erector set to monkey around with.”

“That’s understood,” Chase nodded. “I’m not a creep without feelings.”

“No, you’re a rich, handsome man, Chase, and a gentleman—with a few kinks, yes, but a gentleman none the less,” Nicole went on. “What if she falls for you?”

“I’ll deal with that if it happens,” Chase answered.

“What about you, Bossman?” Pete interjected. “I saw the way you looked at her the other night. I’ve seen that look on your face maybe three times before.”

Chase laughed at the reference to his failed marriages. “That was lust, Peter. Get used to seeing that look on my face a lot in the new few days.”

“What was that bit about inappropriate behavior?” big Pete asked.

“Oh, that,” Chase said. “She works for me. I want her fresh and willing and able to service my needs. I don’t expect any problems, but should some little flirtation, some fooling around develop that isn’t my own doing, I want to know about it immediately.”

“But she will have a personal life?” Nicole asked.

“As long as she can take care of me, what she does on her own time is up to her,” Chase answered and then smiled broadly. “I do intend to keep her quite busy.” Chase stood between his two closest employees and extended his arms around their shoulders. “You two are the best. You know me better than my mother ever did and have kept my ass out of trouble for years. I’ve given this a lot of thought and feel that it’s something I have to try. I expect your support.”

“You got it,” Pete said with a broad grin. “We’re with you all the way, Bossman.”

“Is there ever any doubt?” Nicole remarked. “We only want what’s best for you, what makes you happy.”

“Thanks, guys!” Chase replied. “I really appreciate your concern.” He clapped big Pete on the back and got a warm friendly hug from Nicole before moving off and down the hallway and returned to his room.

Later as he stood by the window of his room looking out over the gardens and the rolling prairie in the distance, Chase gave thought to what was really happening. He sensed the contradictions. He was paying Natalie for her services, as any other man might pay a whore, yet he didn’t look on her job as prostitution. She wasn’t just a functioning cunt to be used and abused and tossed aside when soiled. In his mind Personal Assistant wasn’t a euphemism for hooker. If a secretary worked at his whim, managing his schedule, taking his calls, typing his letters, so did his personal assistant, his Playmate. Chase had merely revised the job description to include sex, and lots of it in many varieties. He didn’t think of her as just an expensive escort, providing some fantasy “Girl Friend Experience.” But then she wasn’t his girlfriend or fiancée or—gasp—his wife. There wasn’t any emotion attached to it, but would she be able to handle that?

That question stirred up in Chase’s mind something Natalie had said before leaving. “I do know that if any, and I mean any, emotions start to be felt beyond a certain point, I will need to leave, with or without notice.” Was Natalie afraid that their pending intimacies might breed some sort of emotion beyond simple lust? Love? Hate? Would this gorgeous captivating girl from New York fall in love with him? The thought that he would with her never entered his mind.
 
Friday later evening Natalie returned back to Sam’s and Darren’s, neither were home, not that she expected them to be, Sam had said something about the club Darren was working at had an new band playing for the first time, and she wanted to see them. Natalie thought about heading to the club as well, they invited her that morning, but she decided to stick close to ‘home’ for the evening.

Natalie grabbed the mail from the floor that was placed through the mail slot on the door; she paged through it and smiled. Tossing the rest on the small table in the nook of the kitchen she ripped open the letter from Chase. She scanned it over and then looked over the ticket; she needed to make sure she was on the ball in the morning her flight was leaving from J.F.K at 7:45 AM., Which meant she needed to be up quite early, since it would take a bit to get to the airport, and then to find the boarding platform, and grab a quick cup of coffee and something small to snack on, flying made her stomach queasy so it was best she not eat a huge breakfast.

Her fingers opened the letter again, this time she read it slowly so nothing would be missed…

Natalie,

I’m glad that you enjoyed your interview in Dallas. I’m looking forward to seeing you this coming weekend. All of your questions will be answered satisfactorily when you arrive. My staff and I will take care of all your needs, you will want for nothing. Rest assured that because of my work schedule you will have a fair amount of time to yourself to spend as you see fit. Please enjoy a safe and comfortable flight to your new home.
Warmest regards,

Chase


There it was, the answer, her questions will be answer when she returns, if that isn’t to late she thought. She had such a positive outlook till Samantha filled her head with all this weird ass shit, about how the rich and powerful love to plays these games with those less fortunate, like Natalie. How they had a twisted sense of humor as well as a dark seedy kinky taste for sex and sexual activity. Sam was right, you read about it all the time, Hollywood and New York were famous for those headlines in the rag magazines as Nat called them.

Natalie wasn’t a heavy drinker, but tonight she felt she needed a drink, to calm her nerves. It was sinking in now, this whole arrangement that she had with Chase. She grabbed her jacket, slipped it on, tucked the whole envelope inside her travel bag and then left, heading down to a small hole in the wall called ‘Benny’s Bar and Grill’.

Benny’s was a three block walk, when entering you see the long old oak L shaped bar, few tables to sit at, juke box, pool table one pinball machine and one of the old shuffle board games. It was the local neighborhood hang out, almost like a Cheer’s bar where everyone knew everybody else.

“Evening Natalie,” Benny said as she walked in, closing the door behind her.

“Hello Benny, always a pleasure to see you behind the bar, though I wouldn’t have expected it on a Friday night, figured you’d be out with the wife.” Natalie said as she took a seat half way down the bar. Natalie scanned the bar through the mirror before her, the mirror was the full length of the bar, there was maybe six other people there not counting her.

“Elaine is at her mother’s for the next two weeks, heart problems. Want the usual?” he asked as he stood before her on the other side of the bar, tossing down a coaster.

“Yes please,” she replied as she placed a ten spot down. “I’m sorry to hear that Benny, anything serious?” She asked as she pulled her jacket off and hung it on the back of the bar stool.

“I think so this time around, this makes the third hear attack in the past year, each one getting worse than the one before. Not sure how Elaine will handle it if she passes on. She’s always been real tight with her family, her brother ain’t helping either is her sister, nobody wants to be bothered till the reading of the will.” Benny shook his head as she filled a glass with diet coke and added a slice of lemon to the rim, placing it down before Natalie he sighed and looked at her, “People these days, it’s always about money Natalie, nobody wants to work for it anymore, lazier than ever, sad, sad fact”

Benny was in his late fifties, still had all his hair, and though it had the touch of grey to the temples, he was still pretty fit and the Italian in him wasn’t something you could miss. He was average height, his looks faded but there was still something about him that made him attractive yet. Natalie had been coming to the bar since she moved to the neighborhood, she’d gotten to know Benny and his wife pretty good, just through idle chit chat, she almost looked upon them as the closest things she had to actual ‘parents’. “Benny, I cannot ever remember a time when it wasn’t about money, but with the economy taking a crap, people are beginning to worry about their futures and their families. When small businesses start going you only think a little about it but when you have major companies going under and closing half their stores all over the country you really sit back and take a look.”

Benny reached over the bar and placed his hand upon her cheek and smiled, “Oh Natalie, dear Natalie, how the misses and I feel for you like our daughter. You always have rose colored glasses on, we never see you with a sad face.” She smiled, as he caressed her face, his hand warm, and soothing.

“I thank you both for always being here for me, I really appreciate it Benny and I’ll miss you both.”

“Miss us? Where are you going?” Benny asked, his facial expressions changing before her eyes.”

“I got hired as a personal assistant to a really nice man in Dallas Benny, I leave tomorrow morning. The job is only for a one year term, and then I’ll be back,” she said, not really wanting to get into the details of the job. How and why would anyone want to tell their parents or anyone that would be like that to them that they were going off to work as a paid whore to a man or even a woman?

“It pays really well Benny, and no pun but the bennies are quite impressive that go along with the job, I just need to get ahead Benny, that’s all. When my parents died it was unexpected and put me in a hole, and then the loss of my job, and then the house being taken, I’ve hit rock bottom, sleeping on Sam’s couch, feeling in the way, no great job, no benefits, I had no choice, plus a change of scenery will do me good.” She wasn’t about to tell him she was beyond rock bottom, and seriously thinking about being a ‘fluffer’ for local porn maker.

“We’ll miss you Natalie, you are one the good ones around here. Better say goodbye to David, if you don’t he’ll be hurt, you know he’s always had a thing for you right? He always asks if you been around, he’ll be here soon, stay, please stay and say goodbye to him.” Benny pleaded in his own way.

“Okay, okay Benny, your lucky I like you, I’ll hang around for a while I have nothing better to do and was planning to anyways,” she said with a grin and flicked her lemon into the glass and took a sip.

An hour went by, and still no David, Natalie shot a game of pool with another woman that was doing the same, just hanging around, then teamed up with her and played another couple, the night was going along well, she needed to just relax and clear her mind, her nerves were getting the best of her. Her new partner Shelly, long legged, blonde and on the chunky side, put a dollar in the juke, classic rock began to play as she danced around, her short tight unflattering dress hiked up, her very rounded jiggling ass showing to all who wished to look. Natalie chuckled and shook her head as she sipped another diet coke.

Shelly stepped from the table, the wife of the couple took her shot, missed and then Natalie was up. Natalie walked about the table looking for a shot, bending over her jeans tightened as she eyed her shot, the door opened and a tall biker guy wearing jeans, a nice dressy black shirt and leather jacket walked in. David supported a long black ponytail, he was well groomed and quite the handsome guy.

David smiled at Benny, took a seat at the bar and watched as Benny tossed a coaster up and tapped him a cold one. Benny leaned over the bar and spoke to David; David turned around and looked to Natalie leaning over the table, his cock twitched within his tight jeans at the sight of her from behind. David took a swig of his beer and then walked quietly over to Natalie and grabbed her ass playfully, messing up Nat’s shot.

Natalie turned quickly, her mouth opened as she was about to rip who ever it was a new ass till she saw David standing there with the biggest Cheshire grin ever. “I could have made that shot!”

David laughed, he reached out and took the stick from her hand, leaned aside her, placed it on table, took her hand and led her to the bar to sit aside him. Benny slid her drink up, and smiled at the two and then walked away.

“So Beautiful I hear you’re leaving the big city and becoming a southern belle for a year?” David said as he turned to her, his arm over the high back bar stool of her chair. “I for one am going to miss you; we still haven’t had our first date yet.” He reached up and brushed a loose strand from around her face, tucking it behind her ear. “I have wanted a date with you since the first time I saw you in here Nat, you always shoot me down and I never understood why.”

“David, I always thought you were kidding around really, until Benny said something about it today, most the time you were lit up when you asked me out, figured it was the booze talking. How was I supposed to know?” Natalie looked to his deep green eyes; she studied his face, watching the expressions change.

“Natalie, I’m not drunk now am I? I haven’t had but two sips of my beer so I know for fact I’m far from being ‘lit up’ as you call it. So, Natalie now what’s the excuse?” David got her there and she knew it as did he.

“I-I guess I don’t have one since you just pointed that out David. Listen, I was waiting here to tell you goodbye, then was headed home, I have an early plane to catch, it’s going to be tough enough to get a taxi at that hour, figured I’d need to walk a few blocks, then the flight, the time difference, the lag…” Natalie felt his lips to her shutting her up, and she didn’t stop him, she responded back, willingly. David reached with his hands and held her face turning it to seal the kiss, letting it linger as they both could feel the heat and desire felt within.

Breaking the kiss, Natalie licked her lips, the arousal felt within told her that this could get hot and heated fast. “David, I’m going to get going, perhaps if you’re still free when I return, if you like we’ll go out.” That was all Natalie could offer, she had a new job and a new life for a year. Natalie took a sip of her soda, tossed the coaster over it, left the money on the bar top and turned looking for Benny.

Eyeing him in the back, she slipped her jacket on and went back and hugged him goodbye, “I’ll see you in 365 days Benny, and please send my love to the wife.”

Benny nodded and offered a slight smile. “You be safe Natalie, we’ll miss you. Take care of yourself and we’ll see you in a year sweet girl.” Benny turned and headed back to the backroom, Nat knew that was her cue to go. She turned and walked back out to the bar area, waved to the three she was playing the table with and headed towards the door.

David stood and slipped his jacket on, looking to her as he walked to the door first, opening it for her as she smiled, “Leaving already?”

“Yea, I decided that since you won’t date me, I’m going to play the schoolboy and walk the prettiest girl in class home.” Natalie laughed listening to him. “This way I can say this was out first date.” He smiled a smile that almost melted her heart, she walked through the open door stopped and watched him turn, wave to all and close the door behind him.

David slipped his arm through hers, she was quite shorter than him, which was what David liked, a petite female, he stood six’ six, so most were quite short compared to him. He pulled her to his side as they walked trough the night, chatting quietly. If anyone were to look at them, they would assume they were young lovers, in the honeymoon stage of their relationship or a very, very happy married couple. They walked slowly, getting to know each other, making each other laugh, and feel comfortable.

Natalie stopped when David did; she turned and looked at the stone home. “This is where I live, most would never expect me to live here, it’s a side they don’t see only close friends. Please Natalie, come in and stay the night with me. I promise you, you won’t regret it.” His eyes had something within them that attracted Natalie, her body ached to be taken, and she had a desire burning within, a fire that needed to be put out. “Listen Nat, I’ll take you to the airport, no need to be out there that early with your luggage walking and hailing, come on Hon.”

Looking to him, she felt a desire, “I need to go back to Sam’s and grab my stuff first, and come back to you okay?”

“No way sweet-cheeks, I will…go with you its two blocks away and I’m not taking a chance at you ditching me now, not happening, so let’s stroll.” David grinned once again and placed his arm around her, turning her as they walked on to Sam and Darren’s. Nobody was home yet, so Natalie scribbled a note goodbye and to thank them for everything leaving a $500.00 check behind for them to do with as they wished, Nat knew it wouldn’t go where it should but that wasn’t her problem as of now.

Natalie grabbed her change of clothing for the trip, her heels, and the bag of personal things and looked around, “I’m ready now, so we can go.” Natalie handed him the bag she held on to the garment bag and he stood there looking at her.

“This is it? This is all your taking?” David asked looking at her in a strange way.

“Yes, I get a whole new wardrobe when I arrive, please no questions it one of the bennies of the job David” Nat responded wanting to go before she changed her mind. He nodded to her and walked out; she followed and closed the door behind her. He wrapped his arm about her again and they headed back to his place. He escorted her into his home, Nat couldn’t believe his taste, it was all heavy rustic wood, cowboys and Indians, western theme everywhere but the office. That was pure nautical like the bathroom attached to it.

He turned the lights out, hung her garment bag up, placed the smaller one by the door and helped her with her jacket placing it upon a hook with the back containing her dress. He took her hand and led her up the spiraled stairway to his bedroom, another room in heavy wooded furniture and very western. He had wonderful taste, from the comforter to the paintings and other wall hangings.

David stripped down to his boxers, then turned to Natalie and pulled her to him as she sat upon the bed. He began stripping her slowly, kissing her bare flesh till she was fully naked. His eyes ran down her, not a touch of hair on her whole body, his cock jumped growing fully erect within his now tented boxers. He tugged her to the bed, letting her fall upon her stomach as she stood up and yanked his boxers off quickly, and laid over her letting his stiff prick rest between her firm rounded cheeks. His body blanketed hers, filling every nook and cranny of her smaller lithe form. His breaths felt upon her neck as he placed kisses all along her upper body, neck, and then to her lips as she turned her over letting his cock fall between her creamy toned thighs.

He leaned down and kissed her hard, parting her lips as his tongue found hers, Nat responded, her body ached to be fucked, filled with David’s hard cock. Her body squirmed under his, and an image popped within her head, Chase, she could see his eyes, that smile, hear his voice; “Consider yourself on the clock Natalie” Nat broke the kiss and looked at David, “David I can’t, and I really can’t.”

David groaned and rolled from her, her took her within his arms, pressing his cock against her flat stomach, “As much as I want to take you, as much as I want to fill you baby, I’ll respect you and your wishes.” Nat’s heart melted at that minute, she cupped his face and kissed him hard. Her left hand released his face and slide down between them; she wrapped her fingers around the base of his thick rock hard meat and began to jack him off, her fist tight about his shaft as she steadily stroked him. Every now and then her nimble fingers and thumb teased and massaged the head of his cock, rubbing over the tip, caressing the underside right below the rim as the kiss lingered. He moaned to her mouth, and she moaned back as she felt his fingers move through her puffed lips, his fingers teasing her erect clit.

He moved over her small frame straddling her as he placed her hands upon her breasts, leaning forth his cock slid between her breasts, his hands to hers as he pushed her tits about his cock tightly and began to move through them. He released her hands feeling her tighten her tits about his cock, she groaned as she felt his fingers between her legs finger fucking her wet hole, his thumb teasing her clit as they teased each other to orgasms. He held her rubbing her body to his smearing his cum between them, covering her whole chest as he did.

He leaned in and rolled her about putting her back to his chest, “What time you need up Hon?”

“You’re going to hate me but 4AM please. I just need to relax and have coffee to calm my nerves.”

David rolled and set the alarm, then rolled back and wrapped his arms around Natalie, she sighed softly as she felt her pussy muscles contracting. She just didn’t have the heart to fuck David knowing she was on her way in a few hours to Chase. “I wouldn’t want our first night together something like a fuck and run, so I’m glad we didn’t Nat, I want it to be special, a night you’d never forget. Night Princess,” he kissed her and left her fall asleep within his arms.

Nat felt the kiss returning it, she wanted so badly to have him within her, but something held her back, she realized at that point she should have taken him up on his offers things may have been different for her but it was to late she’d made her choice, and it could be the fact she was desperate that things felt right, her brain hurt, she relaxed and fell asleep.

The alarm woke them up; David got up and started coffee making her a lightly toasted bagel with garden veggie cream cheese. Natalie got up and went right for the shower, quickly taking one then stepping out with a towel around her head as well as her upper body barely covering the round butt cheeks. She sat on the bed and enjoyed his small sweet present to her. “Thank you David….”

As she went to speak more he placed his finger to her lips, his eyes to hers, “No need to say anything baby, and its fine, for a reason and when you return we’ll pick it up from there. Who knows, there’s a lot of bike runs, I might find my way to where you’re going to be, never know right? Fate? Kismet? Or even just in the stars for you and me. Some call it karma baby.” Let’s just let it go for now and get you ready and your ass on that p[lane to your new job for the next year, once that’s done, your mine Princess, remember that.” He kissed her and then grabbed a quick shower himself, and then got ready to take her; he started the truck letting it warm up, waiting for her.

Nat stood on the porch in a short soft flowing flowering dress, pink with white flower print, very warm looking on her, the top was an elegant halter, leaving her back fully exposed. Her long wavy hair curled naturally, loose, the curls bounced as she took the steps towards the truck. Her legs looked long in the white stockings and the five inch light pink pumps. Her hat was small, elegant like her dress, light pink and matching, it added the right touch, making her look like a very classy lady. He grabbed her bag and smiled, “You look so beautiful Princess, lets get going so you can make the flight, because if you don’t I’m keeping you.”

David was getting way to clingy for Natalie, she was ready now down to one bag as he helped her into the truck, then got in himself and from there it was off to the airport They talked the whole way there, laughing and joking about, mixing serious and joking between them.

He pulled up to the drop off area, walked around and helped her from the truck, he held her close giving her a heated lovers kiss goodbye, “This is not goodbye, this is till you return Princess,” he said as his lips brushed hers. He handed Nat her bag and her hat, turned and jumped back in the truck not looking back, he watched her in the rearview mirror, till she was out of sight.

Natalie grabbed her bag, placed her hat upon her head and walked through the airport with perfect posture, shoulders back, breasts out and head held high. She handed the ticket to the taker and boarded the plane, grabbing her bag from x-ray as she did. Natalie placed the bag above her seat and then settled in looking out the window.

Pulling out her paperback book she began to read, before she knew it they were about to land, Natalie felt the butterflies within her stomach, she wanted to throw up, breathing heavy she slowly relaxed and clamed herself down, as she looked out and around from the window seeing what she saw a week ago, but this time, this was now home for her for the next 365 days.
 
Chase Bradford

Getting inside the terminal at Dallas Fort Worth International was not a problem on the day Natalie’s plane was landing. The night before he had to fly to Edmonton to discuss an oil shale project with Canadian Oil. The return flight in his private jet put him inside the secured airport a half hour before her flight was to land. His first phone call had been to big Pete, making sure that the limo would be waiting for two very special passengers.

It wasn’t yet noon, but he bought a drink at Rider’s World Bar anyway and waited impatiently. The barmaid with the big blonde hair and the long, long legs diverted his attention briefly, but he was only looking, not buying. He loved the airport where there were always beautiful women, many of them foreign and exotic, passing by all dressed up on their way to someplace else. Traveling so much by private jet, he missed this little fashion parade. But as the time drew close, he tossed down the last of his drink, and headed toward the arrival gate. The sleek silver Boeing jet was just pulling up to the gate as Chase approached gate C20. There was a time when anyone could have greeted an arriving passenger at the gate, but security regulations made it harder and Chase was glad that their travel plans had coincided so well.

Natalie was one of the first off the plane, a benefit of having her fly first class. The sight of her ambling up the gate walk and out into the terminal pleased him. She was wearing a lovely pink halter dress with a white flower print, a cute little hat and shoes that matched. At first glance she projected innocence and purity but as she moved her womanly curves told of a deep sexuality simmering underneath. When she spotted Chase, her eyes sparkled and her smile beamed. They met in an embrace neither awkward nor intimate, as if they were old friends greeting each other at a school reunion. Chase kissed her warmly on the cheek.

“Welcome to Dallas, Natalie. So good to see you again,” Chase said, resting his hands on her shoulders, and looking her over up close. He liked what he saw very much. “You look sensational!”

“Thank you, Chase,” she replied.

“Shall we?” Chase asked, gesturing toward the walkway.

When Natalie nodded, Chase took her arm and led her down the broad terminal corridor and out to where big Pete would be waiting with the car. As they walked Chase let his hand slip down her arm and grasp her hand. He could feel the eyes of onlookers checking out the beautiful young woman in pink and the tall businessman in a dark blue suit.

At the curb, Chase held her hand as Natalie slid into the car paying careful attention to the hem of her dress as it rose up her thighs exposing the lace tops of her white stockings. She didn’t bother to keep it down as though she wanted to insure that it rode high on her thighs. After she slid over the leather seat Chase slipped in beside her. Big Pete stowed her bag in the trunk and then drove away expertly, slipping smoothly through the traffic exiting the airport. Soon they were gliding gracefully along the freeway toward the house.

“I know that you have so many questions and I promised to answer them,” Chase said as the airport disappeared behind them. “As for those most immediate, let’s see how well I remember them. You will live in my house; you will have much free time to spend as you choose while I am working; there is much travel involved, Europe, Asia, South America, the Middle East, and since you will probably have some time to yourself while we’re there, that can serve as your vacation; all of my employees enjoy the finest health care possible and you will be enrolled immediately; and you may entertain visitors as guests at the house—so long as the staff and I know in advance who’s coming.” Chase paused for a moment and then looked deeply into her arresting light blue eyes. “As for a personal sex life, you may find the one you share with me to be so fulfilling that I would be surprised if you need more.”

“What will I wear?” Natalie asked. “I didn’t bring much with me.”

“That’s been taken care of,” Chase replied. “You’ll see when we get home.”

As they rode along, the cityscape giving way to the close-in suburbs, Chase had slipped his hand to her thigh, drawing it slowly up from the knee, his fingertips grazing along the innermost part. Natalie glanced at him, nervously at first, but then relaxed and parted her legs slightly as his hand moved above her stocking and close to her hip. When his pinky discovered the rim of her panties, he hooked it around the elastic and began to tug them down. When she realized what he was doing, Natalie simply shifted her hips and let him pull the little scrap of pink lace down and off her legs. Chase stuffed them into his breast pocket almost like a handkerchief.

“You mentioned a car for me,” she said. “Do I get to pick it out?”

“Hope you don’t mind, but I already took the liberty of picking something out,” Chase said. “It’s a sort of surprise. I hope you like it.”

Chase’s hand moved back up underneath the skirt of her dress, his fingertips caressing the folds of her sex as they traveled toward the house. As his fingers plied her damp little slit, Chase could see her nipples grow stiff and erect, pressing against the fabric of her dress, and producing a noticeable pair of detents. His fingers cupped the mound of her sex, his middle finger, probing at her warm moist entrance and pressing inside.

“Will I be seeing you every day?” she asked, her voice trembling slightly. “You know, do I get days off?”

“My schedule normally gives me some time at home in the morning and most evenings. On those days when I’ll be in town all day, it would be nice to have you meet me for lunch. There may be times occasionally when I’m gone for a day or two on business and my schedule is so tight that it would be a waste of your time to accompany me. You can consider those days as your time off. Otherwise, I certainly do expect to see you every day of the week.”

Chase turned toward her and raised his hand to her cheek, drawing his fingers down over her soft skin. “You are sooo beautiful, Natalie and I’m very glad that you decided to take this job.” His hand eased down over her cheek and neck and his fingers traced the neckline of her dress. When he passed over her breast, he made sure to rub the taut tip with his palm. It wasn’t difficult for Chase to slip the pink flowery fabric to the side, exposing each full, round breast.

“You have such a beautiful body, Natalie,” he remarked as his fingers glided down over the firm supple curves of her breasts. “It’s a shame to keep it covered all the time.” His touch was light and exploratory, his fingers savoring the soft tender skin of her breasts and the sharp pucker of her aureoles and nipples. “You are so very lucky to have so much of what I love.”

Chase didn’t object when Natalie moved her hand onto his thigh and began to stroke lightly back and forth. It didn’t take long for the movement of her hand to discover the growing hardness of his manhood.

“Um, how will I get paid?” Natalie asked.

“All of my employees are paid bi-weekly,” Chase said, his fingers drawing lazy circles around her breasts. “If you have a bank account we can arrange direct deposit, or if you insist, I can pay you in cash. For security I recommend an account.” His thumb and forefinger closed around a taut nipple and pinched it firmly, pulling it away from her body and then letting it go so that it snapped back into place. Chase felt her body quiver.

“B-Bank,” Natalie blurted out. “Bank account. I have a bank account.”

“Smart girl,” Chase said, his hand continuing to explore the soft lush flesh of her breasts.

They had already passed far out of town to where the countryside appeared rural and wide open. Along the main road they came to a large formidable gate and pulled up. The wrought iron gates swung open automatically as the limo approached. The house wasn’t visible from the road and it took nearly a minute along the winding drive until it came into view. It was large yet long and low, nestled midst the rolling hillside. Big Pete pulled the car up the drive and stopped in front of the entrance, a bank of tall glass doors. Natalie’s eyes swept every direction taking in the spectacular very modern house, the tall central section and low sweeping wings that angled to the left and right. While big Pete retrieved her bag, Chase helped Natalie from the car, her breasts now exposed to the early afternoon sunshine.

Chase loved his house and was always proud to show it off; there was no other Dallas businessman who had anything that could come close to matching it. While the other oil boys were building pretentious faux French or Italian Renaissance mansions, or kitschy and vulgar hundred room Georgian “ranches,” Chase wanted something more modern and original. Referred to an architect from Wisconsin, it was designed and built with cut fieldstone and amber brick, cypress and oak, and featured warm earth tones throughout. The brick had been specially made, the vertical mortar tinted amber, and the horizontal mortar raked deep to accentuate the building’s horizontal lines. The long low silhouette seemed to blend in with the surroundings and drew rave notices and prompted feature articles in several architectural magazines. Yet it was modest by Dallas standards at only about fourteen thousand square feet.

When approached from the air, it’s easy to see where its nickname, Windmill Heights, came from since it’s configured in wings, which fan out like a pinwheel in all four directions from the central dome. Each wing had a particular purpose, the master bedroom wing, a guest room and garage wing, the kitchen wing, and the children’s wing. The arrangement of the wings provides every room, including those for the staff, bright views of the landscape and easy access to a terrace or balcony.

Again Chase took her hand and they entered the house, stepping up into the Great Room. The center of Windmill Heights was an open living space Chase had dubbed the Teepee because of its shape, broad at the base and tapering up toward the top. The dome of the teepee was formed from three tiers of clerestory windows through which the ever-shifting Dallas sunshine filtered and filled the room. Tall brick piers separated by 15-foot high glass doors and windows formed the teepee’s outside walls, and provided a sense of transparency between interior and exterior. A thirty-foot high cut field stone chimney made from stone collected from the surrounding property dominated the huge octagonal room that measured 40 by 60 feet. Around the chimney were four distinct living areas starting with the Great Room where they were standing just inside the entrance, and the dining area, which they could see straight ahead. Around to the left was an intimate library, and beyond that a music room. Each space featured a separate and unique fireplace and furnishings.

Natalie looked up and around her, her light blue eyes wide with wonder. She had probably never been in a house like this before, Chase thought. Actually, no one had until they visited Windmill Heights.

When Natalie turned back toward Chase, he said, “The first rule of the house, Natalie, is that whenever you enter it, you are to take off your outer clothing. The only exception to this is if I specifically tell you not to. Most times you will be wearing little or nothing underneath. I told you that I like to look at beautiful women and this is one way of meeting that need.”

“You mean all the time?” Natalie asked, fingering the neckline of her dress that was still outside her spectacular breasts.

“Yes, here and at my other houses too,” Chase replied calmly.

“What about shoes and stockings?” she asked.

“I like a girl in heels,” Chase grinned. “So those can stay on. In fact, I’d like you to wear heels whenever I’m around.”

Big Pete had taken her bag to her room. With just the two of them standing in the warm expanse of the Great Room, Chase ran his eyes over Natalie, so sweet and pretty in pink, so sexy and desirable underneath. He smiled warmly feeling the sweet sensation of arousal simmer in his belly.

Natalie stood proudly, her legs slightly apart. She lowered her pretty head to the side so that her long hair shifted away from the clasp behind her neck. Releasing it slowly, the halter fell to her waist. Pivoting on her heel so that her back was to Chase, she slipped the dress down from her hips till it fell from her hands to pool at her feet. Their eyes met again when she glanced back over her shoulder at him, her mouth pursed into a tart sexy pout. She stepped free of the dress, reached down and clutched the pink fabric. Standing up, she turned to face him, dragging the flowery garment over her naked body and then draping it over her shoulder seductively.

“My god, you are beautiful,” Chase said admiringly, passing he gaze up and down her curves, her high pert full breasts, the svelte taper of her waist, the womanly flair of her hips, the smooth shaven mound of her sex, the well-toned length of her legs.

“Thank you,” Natalie replied modestly.

“I don’t have a lot of rules,” Chase said. “I’ve already told you about a few and I’ll let you know about the rest as needed. I don’t want to overwhelm you on your first day on the job with a long list of do’s and don’ts.”

“Good afternoon, Mr. Chuck,” came Consuela’s voice as she approached from the direction of the dining area. The short plump little Mexican woman nodded her head toward Chase and walked right up to the very naked Natalie. “Oh, you must be Miss Natalie! Here, let me take that for you,” she said offering to take Natalie’s dress.

“Natalie, this is Consuela,” Chase said with a broad grin. “Housekeeper doesn’t begin to tell you about all the things she does for me. Consuela, this is Natalie Nichols.”

The women exchanged niceties. Although Natalie appeared somewhat ill at ease, Consuela didn’t blink an eye at the petite, naked young woman before her.

“I’ll have this cleaned and taken to your room,” Consuela said. “So nice to meet you!”

“Nice meeting you too,” Natalie replied. She appeared uncomfortable, as if not knowing what to do with her hands, or at least fighting the temptation to cover up her nakedness.

“Here, let me show you around,” Chase said, directing Natalie toward the dining area. He rested his hand on her back and rubbed gently. “Relax, you’ll get used to it soon enough.”

Chase showed her the dining room and they took a peek at the south wing, which housed the kitchen facilities and housekeeping staff quarters.

“Right here along the pantry wall used to be an opening to the dining area,” Chase said with a chuckle. “One of the architect’s big ideas. The dining table was designed to slide through the opening, allowing the kitchen staff to remove one course and replace it with the next. I had to put a halt to the moveable feast concept when too many of my dinner guests were left with fork in hand as their salad slowly rolled away.”

Natalie giggled. Chase showed her the library and music room, and then directed her down along the gallery of the east wing.

“There are three bedrooms here that were supposed to be for children, and there’s a large playroom at the end of the corridor that we use as a game room,” Chase said. “Since I never had kids, I’ve let Nicole and Peter keep rooms here as they often need to stay overnight.”

Through the spare room Chase pointed out the Olympic-sized pool. “Feel free to use it any time you wish,” Chase offered. “And there’s also a riding stable just beyond the rise.”

“Am I allowed to wear a swim suit?” Natalie asked.

“Not when I’m around,” Chase chuckled.

“But what if you have guests?”

“Depends. If it’s just some business associates, probably not. If it’s politician like a senator or the President, you’ll have to be dressed.”

“Did you say, the President?” Natalie asked.

“Yes, both Bushes and Mr. Clinton have been guests. Mr. Obama visited when he was still running for office.”

“So you play both sides of the political fence?”

“I’m a successful businessman,” Chase replied. “There’s a reason for that.”

Returning through the “teepee” Chase then guided Natalie along the gallery of the west wing, showing her the two spacious guestrooms and the nine-car garage. Pointing toward the bright red Cadillac roadster, Chase said, “This one is yours. It cost me a little more than I expected, but it’s worth it, don’t you think?”

“It’s gorgeous!” Natalie exclaimed, running her hand along the rear fender. Chase particularly enjoyed the view from behind when she bent over to glance at the leather and wood trimmed interior. She stood up, looked back over her shoulder at him, and grinned. Then she scanned the rest of the garage. “This looks like a museum. Are these all yours?”

“These are my favorites. I have some others in a nearby storage building.”

When Natalie looked over the red over black Model J Duesenburg phaeton, she must have noticed the sign resting on the seat that read, “Do Not Touch Unless You’re Naked!” She giggled. “Does that mean I can touch all I want.”

“Touch away, honey,” Chase laughed.

Natalie gave him an impish grin then leaned over and rubbed her bare breasts against the fender and then the hood. Natalie was captivating Chase with the way she moved, the way she acted, the things she said, the way she laughed. Pangs of longing and desire were building strong inside him.

“Oh, you are bad,” Chase chuckled. “But just remember, honey, that particular car is worth over a million dollars.”

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed, running her hand over the mirror smooth paint as if to apologize.

“Don’t worry,” Chase said, moving up to her, taking her hands in his. “It’s only money but you are priceless.”

Natalie sighed deeply. “Chase, I’ve only known you for a few hours really.” Natalie rested her hands on his chest. “This is all so new to me. I’ve never done anything like this before. I've never been in a place like this. I can’t read you yet, tell what you want or need. A month from now you’ll only need to say a word or two for me to understand . In six months I’ll be able to predict what you want, how you want it, and be there when you need me. In the meantime please bear with me if I seem a little slow on the uptake, ok?”

“Not to worry, Natalie,” Chase replied. “So far you have done wonderfully, but I do understand, and that sort of brings up another thing we need to talk about. The way I see it there are two ways we can go about this: I can let you ease into things and let you take your time adapting, let you get used to your new job and duties a little at a time.”

“Chase, that won’t work” Natalie cut him off, tapping her hands on his chest. “That would be like tiptoeing into cold water. There is only one way to get wet, jump in head first!”

“That was the other option,” Chase grinned. “But now that you mention ‘head’ and ‘first,’ there is something that been increasingly on my mind.”

“What’s that, Chase” she asked, her bright blue eyes looking up at him.

“Ever since we went to dinner last week I’ve been wondering what it would feel like to have your warm wet little mouth on me.”

Chase could see something flash across Natalie’s eyes, fear, excitement, arousal, something. She smiled and mumbled, “Jump in girl, the water’s fine!” Her hands trailed down over his chest and belly as she squatted down in front of him, saying softly, “I was wondering when this was going to happen.”

Watching her hands move over him, Chase felt his pulse begin to race as she slowly undid his belt, the snap, and then the zipper. She lowered his slacks to reveal navy blue silk boxers with a very hard Chase underneath.

“You told me you had a big sex drive,” Natalie said looking up at him as she ran her delicate hands over the lump of his erection under the sleek silk of his shorts. “You damn sure weren’t kidding, were you?”
 
Natalie looked out the window of the plane as it touched down like a big silver bird skirting along the road, this landing was smoother than the first, which was great for Natalie, and her stomach was already doing flip flops. Chase had her in first class, where she passed up on everything extra offered but a can of warm ginger ale. Looking out as they taxied along she glanced and took notice of the commuter bus that took passengers to the trinity railways a bit further south of the DFW, which was something to keep in mind if ever needed.

The plane came to a complete stop; Natalie stood up, placed her hat upon her head, and then reached up grabbing her bag as the woman beside her stepped into the aisle. Natalie soon followed; a tall balding business man in a black suit, crisp white shirt, silver tipped ostrich boots and a Stetson in his hand stopped the line of passengers behind him and allowed Natalie to be left out from her seat. Natalie offered a smile and stepped into the aisle, “Thank you Sir,” she said with a playful wink and began to follow the rest before her. She had been one of the first to exit the plane into terminal E, she smiled to a few others that smiled to her, she always believed you offer a smile and it just makes the day a bit brighter, and it’s usually contagious.

Natalie scanned before her left to right until she focused in on Chase, he stood there with a smile upon his face that matched hers that showed her pearly white teeth, they were perfect, that was one thing her mother taught her was to take care of her teeth, and Natalie did, as anyone that caught her smile could tell. She knew there was a sparkle in her blue hues from the sight of him, she was really glad to be back even with the small bit of hesitation she felt. His arms opened to her as she wrapped hers about his neck and gave him a hug, and the kiss to her cheek that followed.

He offered her a warm welcoming to Dallas, her new home for the next year, he paid her compliments on her attire and the way she looked which caused her to blush a bit, to Natalie she would need a little bit of time accepting those, she was never one to fish for compliments and it was hard for her to accept them, even the most beautiful women don’t always know how to take them. He looked absolutely handsome in his suit, “You Chase look very handsome as well, blue suits you but I’m sure everything you wear does, you have great taste and pride in how you look and present yourself.” His touch caused her a tingle within, his hand moved down her arm, as he took her hand, she gripped his in return, and they walked out to the pick up area.

Natalie smiled at Pete, she was glad to see him, “Greetings Pete, always nice to see you”, she said as Chase kept a hold of her hand as she slid into the car, feeling the hem of her dress move up her stocking clad leg, letting the white delicate lace of her thigh highs show to both men, as she took her place on the seat watching as Pete took her bag and Chase joined her settling aside her closely. Natalie looked out her side of the window catching the balding man who let her step before him, heading to his car.

“I know that you have so many questions and I promised to answer them,” Chase said grabbing her attention as she looked to him. Natalie liked the fact that she wouldn’t be treated like a caged bird with clipped wings, she thought he answered that well, so she was pleased with the answer he gave. The health care and vacation answers were also nicely answered; she listened to him going through her question and answers. There was nobody that Natalie knew of that would be showing up at the house, actually Natalie felt uncomfortable bringing another to his home, she didn’t think that would be a comfortable situation to her, but she smiled as he continued on with the Q&A session.

Natalie heard his answer about her wardrobe, and pondered that for a moment, but from how Chase dressed she decided that his taste would please her and if not, she could get her own clothing to wear around when she wasn’t ‘working’. She loved to dress classy but in the same token when she relaxed she had enjoyed the worn jeans, sweatshirts and anything alike, even her favorite Steelers jersey, or her red wings one with matching lounge pants. This was going to take some adjusting time she thought, as she looked out the windows on both sides. The city view ended and the suburbs started, she looked back to Chase as she felt his hand upon her knee, feeling it slide up as she knew she was ‘on the clock’, and parted her thighs as she exhaled slowly.

‘It’s movie time Natalie, time to play the role of the starlet’, she told herself and let the movie begin to play as her hips shifted as he tugged upon her lacy panties feeling them slide down her thighs, to her ankles, as she watched him take them and tuck them away within the breast pocket of his jacket, like a piece of memorabilia. Natalie asked about a car, she smiled to Chase listening to his answer, and accepting it, again she thought it were best to not challenge his decisions and just trust him. “I don’t mind surprised, I’m the one that can walk past the Christmas tree and not have a need to shake, or peek to what’s in the box with my name on it.”

Natalie looked down watching the thin material of her dress rise up and his hand slide up and under it, she gasped a breath feeling his fingers move along her moist heated slit, she felt her nipples grow hard almost immediately from his touch, a very low sounding whimper released from her lips as she shifted her hips pivoting them giving Chase an easier angle to push his finger within her warm seeping hole. Her back arched, pushing her breasts outwards, her shoulders against the seat as he moved that digit within her moist walls, gripping it as her inner muscles tightened up around it.

She listened to him talk about his schedule, Natalie hated to have breakfast alone and the same with supper, lunch never bothered her that was skipped most of the time since she had been released from the office. Thinking back she then remembered that most of her lunches she spent on her back, over the desk, and even against the wall with her married lover. Her normal meal was cock for lunch and every now and then as a late night snack when he could free himself up from his wife and family. “I normally eat something small for breakfast, skip lunch and have a decent full supper, but that’s subject to change.” She said with a smile. “I’d love to meet you for lunch Chase when asked or shall I say told?”

Chase placed his hand to her face, cupping her cheek as she looked to him, her eyes locking to his. Her head turned slightly to the left, tilting a bit as she closed her eyes and felt his hand and fingertips move down her neck, feeling the tips of his fingers move along the edge of the halter of her dress, she licked her lips as his palm teased over her taut nipple, feeling the fabric slide over her breast exposing it to himself.

Her soft full lightly-colored lips glistened from her warm saliva as the tip of her moist pink muscle moved across her lips once again, sucking in a breath and letting it out slowly. “I needed the job; call it desperation, or anything else you wish to name it. I took it for the challenge I thought it would bring me. I’m not sure how it will work out, no expectations no disappointment. I have enjoyed your company thus far as well as Pete’s, I’m just unsure of how I’ll be with certain things and might be nervous at first, a little hesitant.”

Chase commented about her body, and keeping it covered all the time, what he didn’t know was that Natalie loved to sleep naked, she loved to sunbath naked to feel the warmth upon her body. She felt the feathery touch to her breast causing her sweet honey juices to seep from her slit, feeling the wetness under her cheeks as they soaked the dress. A moan flowed from her lips, her hand moved to his thigh, caressing it from knee up ad back, her nails raked against his pants along his inner thigh. It didn’t take long to feel his arousal as her hand bumped against it as she brought it back up from his knee. Her hand cupped his hardness through his pants massaging his cock slowly and playfully.

Natalie groaned when his finger and thumb gripped her hardened pink nub, she licked her lips as they parted , her body arched again, her hand added more pressure to his confined cock, as she added tension by pulling back, feeling the nub being stretched then released. The puddle under her just grew as he just did one of the things that turned her on the most. It wasn’t easy for her to answer about the bank account, she did have one back home, but she thought it best with her first paycheck to open a checking account in Dallas, and place most of her money in her one at home using her ATM card. Natalie knew if she thought of other things she’d be able to back of her excitement, she looked towards Chase but yet looked past him and out the window as her palm pressed along his length, her fingers gripping the outline as she massaged his stiff prick.

The neighborhood was upper class, gates, gardens, very well taken care of lawns, groundskeepers dressed in overalls digging in beds or cutting the lawns. The beds were colorful, carefully planned; the trees were just as green as the laws, almost the perfect Stepford setting type of neighborhood. Her attention was drawn to her surroundings; the car slowing down as a set of high wrought iron gates parted, then watched as Pete drove through them, her hand still massaging Chase’s cock as his hand was her breast. The large glamorous homes went from view as she turned and looked behind her, turning her head back around she noticed a house, rather sizeable one come to view.

The car stopped before the house, Natalie felt Chase’s hand take hers as the car door opened, there was a soft warm breeze, she felt it upon her bared breasts, her pink nubs still rock hard as she completely forgot about them being bared to all as she stood there looking over the modern home, he did have exceptional taste. The house looked as if Natalie was stepping into a modern fairy tale setting. The color was warm, it made one feel very at ease, and like the other homes along the lane before the gates this house had exceptional gardens, brightly colored and expertly designed. This was nothing like New York, except far out from the city in the richer suburbs.

Natalie was drawn back to ‘reality’ when Chase took her hand and escorted her into his ‘castle’; she could understand why some say ‘their home is their castle.” Walking in Natalie was in awe, her eyes slowly scanned around, it was probably the most beautifully designed home she’s ever been in, and everything was so perfect, it was like walking into a modern museum. The high ceilings, the decorated walls, everything matched; everything just seemed to be in the proper place. Her head dropped back as she looked up to the high ceilings, it could make anyone dizzy, the design was unbelievable, as her head lowered she looked to the entrances to each wing and then understood how the estate got its name.

Once she seen everything her eyes could scan she turned back to Chase and he began to tell her about the rules of the house. Natalie listened carefully; she waited for the long list, and was taken back by the very first one. He explained exactly what he wanted from her, as Natalie was glad she was allowed to at least wear the stockings and heels. They stood there alone in the great room, she locked eyes with him as he dropped his and looked her over from head to toe and back up looking with her blue eyes once again.

She knew what Chase wanted, that first rule was told to her for a reason, the reason was to see if she would do what he thought and she did. Natalie undressed before him as they stood in the great hall, it didn’t take long only the release of one clasp behind her neck, she draped the dress over her shoulder and stood there before him, feeling his eyes move over her almost fully nude body. His compliment caused her to blush again, she thanked him and smiled.

Natalie was caught off guard as the chunky little Mexican woman entered the great hall from behind her, and as Natalie turned she watched her stop before her, Natalie had no idea whether to cover up or not, first instinct was to quickly toss her dress back on, and it wouldn’t have mattered if it was on correctly or not, just as long as it covered her naked body from the thighs up, but the problem was, as they were introduced Consuelo reached for her dress taking it from her, making Natalie feel even more uncomfortable. Natalie tried to advert her eyes from the woman, but knew that would be rude, she had never been placed in a position like this before and wasn’t sure really what to do, to cover herself the best she could? To grab the dress from her hands and slip it on or to stand there proudly and pretend everyone was naked.

Once the pleasantries were exchanged Natalie, was so relieved that Chase had wanted to show her around, she didn’t expect to meet anyone fully naked and exposed for all to see. His hand rested upon the small of her back as she guided her to the dinning area, he stated that she would get used to being exposed to all soon, but Natalie wasn’t so sure of that, she figured she could hole up in her bedroom when Chase wasn’t around, and that would relieve part of her now felt anxiety.

Natalie listened while Chase explained the dinning area, and her soft giggle released when he mentioned about the salads rolling away. He explained the bedrooms, and she listened intently, she had wondered why he never had children, then again from what she understood he wouldn’t have really had time to enjoy them. Natalie needed to make sure she found a local gyno doctor to take care of her shot for birth control which was one thing she had kept up, since she just had it last month she was still good for another 2.5 months.

The thought of the pool at hand was nice, Natalie loved to swim, she ran everyday as well, she worked herself up to four miles three times a day which she was sure would change for the next year, and would need to reschedule her routine. The riding stable was a nice touch, but with that Natalie was ignorant, she’d never ridden a horse in her life, petted yes, rode no. He explained to her about what to where and when, when it came to his guests. This she knew was going to take time to get used to, stripping before Pete and Chase was different than parading about naked before a bunch of business men who she was sure would need a bib or a dribble cup the whole time they were there.

She listened and questioned about his guests, mainly how he voted then realized he was a fence sitter which to Natalie was wrong you’re either one or the other, elephant or the jackass. It wasn’t her place to question his judgment, she let the political conversation drop quickly, it wasn’t one she really cared to get into like religion. Those two topics usually cost her friendships at one point or the other.

He continued to show her around his home, she was still in awe, she realized that Chase must have been worth way more than she could ever imagine, but she knew the old saying that money didn’t always make you happy, though she was sure it did his ex wives. Chase led her to the garage, it had nine bays, and he let her look over the cars, and then stopped before the most beautiful red Cadillac roadster she’d ever seen up close. Natalie felt her heart beat faster, as she touched the fender, she was speechless, and the only thing she was able to get out was that the car was gorgeous. She bent over the back of the car, her feet parted and her firm creamy ass went up into the air giving Chase the best backdoor look of her splayed shaven lips he’s seen thus far.

As her fingertips moved along the shiny leather interior she could feel her juices seep out along her slit, as she stood up and her thighs met the moistness smeared between them as she sighs softly feeling it. She loved his sense of humor, she was loosening up around him forgetting the uncomfortable feeling of being naked at the moment as she seductively moved about the cars, she teased him playfully and it wasn’t even on purpose, well not all of it anyways, as she was doing a small amount of flirting with her body.

Natalie felt it was time to tell Chase how she felt, she turned and placed her hands upon his chest and left it all out, and to her surprise he took it well and even understood what she meant as well as to what she was feeling within. He reassured her that she was doing well, that was all she needed, she knew that if she skirted around her ‘job duties’ it most likely wouldn’t go smoothly, and she expressed that she needed to jump right in both feet first and that apparently was what Chase had in mind as she told her what he desired from her at that moment in the garage.

Her hands moved over his body as she lowered herself into a squatting position, her eyes looked to his as he watched her undo his pants, unzipping him slowly and helping his pants down to his ankles and then his silk dark blue boxers following only after she slide the silk along his hardness and then watched as they landed upon his pooled pants.

His cock sprung from his boxers smacking her face when it did, Natalie gripped about the base, her long thin fingers curling as she began to stroke him slowly, her soft lips kissed the top as she leaned in and tilted her head, her hair falling to the side like a theater curtain. Her lips parted as she slipped the tip of her tongue out letting it tease the tiny opening dipping in and back out of it widening it gently, her soft lips moved over the head as she took it within her mouth and allowed her tongue to swirl about it as her fist slide along the blood filled organ. With her free hand she reached up between his parted thighs and rested his sac within her palm, her fingers and thumb closed about the flesh pouch and she began to massage it while she teased the head of his cock.

Her eyes stayed to his, her pussy becoming wetter and wetter as she took his cock and teased it. Natalie began a series of swallows as she felt the swollen knob move across the ridges of the roof of her mouth towards the back of her throat, she never blinked as she readied her throat to take him fully. She always thought that if you were going to suck cock you better suck it well, and that was when she eased the head of his stiff meat into the back of her throat, each swallow took another bit of him deeper within her tight airway, her fist gripped the base as she began to move her head side to side using a cork screw motion down along his shaft while her tongue rubbed the underside, feeling every vein upon her tongue.

She never let her eyes leave his till she pushed her nose into the small patch of curled pubic hair, taking every inch that he had to offer into her tight warm throat. Her hand moved from his shaft to his ass, her other freed his sac and gripped the opposite cheek and her head twisted and turned, her throat moving about his cock like her lips as she allowed her tongue to tease the underside. The bulbous head was lodged within the depths of her throat as she breathed slowly through her nose.

Natalie began a slow steady motion on his cock, taking it in and out of her throat as she felt the vein-streaked meat slide across her spit covered cock; his cock was just the same, it glistened from her warm slippery saliva, she allowed him to watch as the head slipped from her lips, a bridge of spittle formed between the tip and her soft shimmering lips, and with a swipe of her tongue she removed it. Her tongue teased around the rim swirling slowly, as she drew it around the soft tight flesh and flicked the tip of her tongue upon the tiny piss slit.

Quickly she sucked his cock back into the depths of her wet hot tight throat, swallowing repeatedly as she wanted him to feel the whole length fro tip to bas begin massaged by her as she watched his facial expressions. Her nails dug into his firm ass cheeks as she used that grasp to move his cock in and out of her throat just enjoying his hard cock. Natalie could feel her cunt juices flowing, trickling along her inner thighs, her groans and muffled moans filled the garage as she went to town on her new ‘Boss’ hoping he was enjoy her throat, hoping it was everything he expected from her.
 
Chase Bradford

Watching his cock disappear into the mouth of the naked little brunette squatting before him sent a charge straight up his backbone. He remembered her words from the interview, “I love the feel of a man’s cock down my throat.” The sight before him was conclusive evidence. Natalie hadn’t hesitated and was giving him the best head he could remember. Certainly none of his wives, even at their most adventurous peak, had ever treated his healthy member so salaciously. She knew what to do and how to do it, and certainly wasn’t shy about it. Sucking him, stroking him, fondling his balls, grabbing him by the ass and stuffing his full length and girth into her mouth and throat—she was doing it all.

“Oh, god, that feels so good!” he moaned, and saw a little glimmer in her light blue eyes. She began to hum gently, the vibration teasing him greatly. The slurping, sucking sounds she made were helping to drive him closer to his peak.

Chase reached out and placed his hands on her head, more to steady himself from her knee-weakening head than from any need to guide her. His fingers threaded their way into her thick waves of auburn hair, sensing her energy as her head bobbed back and forth. He hadn’t had sex in a couple of weeks, hadn’t even masturbated, and he knew that he wouldn’t last long. He was sure that Natalie could tell as well as she fondled his swollen balls.

“Oh, fuck!” Chase called out, feeling his balls tighten up. “Gonna … gonna cum …”

Natalie paused for a moment, catching her breath, her little hands pumping his swollen throbbing shaft furiously, and then took him back into her hot wet mouth and down her throat. Grasping his hips, Natalie bobbed her head back and forth until he came. Several hot blasts of cum shot into her mouth and down her throat and she took them all. Not a single drop fell from her lips when she slowly backed away and let his spent manhood plop from between her lips. But she wasn’t through yet, kissing and licking his cock, rubbing her lips and swirling her tongue all over his softening tool. Chase shuddered when she sucked and tongued his sensitive tip.

“Jesus! I’m glad you took this job,” Chase said, reaching for her hands and helping Natalie to her feet. He put his arms around her and drew her naked body to him. “Thank you, I really needed that!”

Leaning down toward her, Chase kissed her, warmly and deeply, tasting his salty spunk on her lips and then her tongue.

“I could use a drink, and I’m sure that you could too,” Chase said.

Natalie nodded and smiled. The look in her eyes was glazed over with a certain self-satisfaction; she knew that she had pleased him, and he trusted that the look on his face communicated his feeling of pleasure and satisfaction. Chase hitched up his shorts and buckled up his trousers and walked Natalie back to the Great Room and poured some drinks.

“Now let me show you to your room,” Chase said. “I think you’ll like it.”

Chase walked Natalie back toward the north wing, which housed the large master bedroom suites. The first bedroom, which had been used previously by his ex-wives, was now to become Natalie’s. She stepped inside. Her bag was just inside the door.

“Oh my god!” she exclaimed excitedly. “This is all mine?”

“All yours, Natalie,” Chase said, grinning at the sight of Natalie exploring her huge new room. The early afternoon sunlight shed a warm glow throughout. “Through that door over there is a sitting room with its own fireplace that adjoins my room. You have your own full bath with both a body shower and a Jacuzzi tub. There are two walk-in closets and out through the door wall is a private terrace. We have wireless Internet service throughout the house and there’s a new laptop over on the desk all set up for you to use.”

“I don’t know what to say, Chase,” Natalie said. “I figured that I’d have my own room, but this is … this is like something out of the movies! Look at this bed!”

Natalie ran over to it and jumped on. Chase grinned at the sight of her naked body rolling playfully on the plush duvet. She climbed off and opened up the closets.

“Oh, my god! I feel like a fairy princess!” she exclaimed as she rifled through the racks of dresses and gowns. “And two closets full! I can’t believe it! And shoes! Look at these shoes! I love 'em!”

Natalie pulled open a few drawers and saw the scads of lingerie, even pulling out a couple of pieces to hold up to her naked body. Placing them back down, she walked directly over to Chase, slipped her hand up around his neck and brought his lips down to hers for a deep wet kiss. Chase’s hands circled around behind her, pulling her nude body close.

“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you so much!”

She kissed him again. Chase couldn’t resist the temptation to run his hands up and down her backside, tracing the crease of her spine, the little dimples just above her butt, and all over the fine firm curves of her ass. The tip of his finger could sense the warmth and dampness between her legs.

“You’re welcome,” Chase replied. “I want you to feel comfortable, like this is your home. This room is your sanctuary, Natalie. No one is allowed in here unless you invite them in.”

“Not even you?”

“Not even me,” Chase said, “Unless you ask me in. No matter the demands of your job, you need a place that’s all your own.”

“So, am I allowed into your room?”

“You are free to enter my room whenever the door is open,” Chase remarked. “And I hope that you take advantage often. But when the door is closed I am not to be disturbed.”

“You know, I think I’m going to like it here,” she said.

“I hope that you do,” Chase replied. “Now I know after your flight you could probably use some rest and a little time to settle in. If you need anything, food, drink, whatever, there’s a list of numbers on the desk phone. Feel free to explore the house if you want. I have some phone calls to make but would like it if you could join me for cocktails out by the pool around 4 or so.”

“What should I wear?” she asked.

“Just your beautiful smile,” Chase answered. He brought his hand up along her back, passing under the cascade of her thick auburn hair, until he reached her neck. Swinging her little body to the side, he lowered her back, almost like a ballroom dancing dip, and kissed her. Almost automatically, her leg lifted up and hooked around his hips, pressing her mound against him. He held her tightly and kissed her with a full heart-felt appreciation of her beauty and her presence in his house. When their kiss eventually broke, he whispered, “I’ll see you at four. All of you.”

Chase took his drink and left through the sitting room to enter his own domain. There were phone calls and email that needed his attention. By the time he was finished, he had time to shower before throwing on a short robe and ambling around to the pool. No sooner had he poured a drink then his phone rang again. He should have left the damned thing in his room, but seeing the call was from an important business associate, he had to take the call. As he sat to talk over a good business opportunity, he saw Natalie saunter out toward the pool, dip her toe in the water, then seeing that he was busy, stroll over to a lounge in the warm afternoon sun to lie down. God, she looked even better in the full light of day, Chase thought.
 
Natalie loved the feel of Chase’s lengthy thick cock down her throat, to hear his moans turned her on, she loved that he was vocal, his words were released with his moans, one could hear the sucking and slurping sounds she made as she gave him head, Natalie loved all sounds, she loved to hear herself when having sex and at times, watch herself. Back in college Natalie hooked up with a guy for casual sex, he used to film them, especially close ups and cum shorts.

Her small hands worked his cock and his sac at the same time, she stroked him steadily, her mouth taking in the head of his cock only her free hand massaging his twin orbs, jutting them about within her fingers, Natalie could easily tell by the weight that Chase really needed to release, and she was going to be the one to do it. She heard him say he was going to cum, she knew that from the way his sac tightened in hand.

His hands went to the sided of her head, his fingers entwined thru her locks of brown. Natalie loved that feeling, her head bobbed within his crotch, her fist pumped his cock through it., she left her tongue tease the shaft as she worked it in and out of her throat, feeling the throbbing of his cock as she forced his full length down her throat just as Chase begun to cum, as she felt the first spurt upon her tongue and the rest were deep down within her airway, swallowing each and every salty drop that he gave to her.

Natalie pulled back, letting his semi limp cock drop from her mouth as her fingers curled the base, her eyes to his, watching him as she kissed, licked, and made love to his cock, cleaning him as she would any time he’d ask her to. She knew what her cunt juices tasted like, and she still alive and still licks her juices from her fingers when she’s done masturbating, so no different than tending to a cock that’s been in her. Natalie always made sure she sucked the balls clean and the head, not wanting to miss a drop.

Chase offered her a hand getting back up to standing position, he stated that he needed that, which Natalie already figured from the weight of his sac in her small hand. His arms wrapped around her naked body pulling her to him as he tilted his head to the right and kissed her hard and deep. She loved the fact that he was willing to taste himself from her mouth, and wondered if he was a ‘snowballer’. She responded back as the kiss sealed them as one. Breaking it, she agreed with him, a drink would be great, her throat was a bit sore, that was the first time in a long time she’d deep throated a man.

She watched as he dressed and then led her back to the great room, her naked body exposed to anyone around, her mind forgetting that fact until she felt the wetness along her inner thighs, and then the thought of a hot shower went through her mind. Natalie took the drink offered, sipping it as he guided her down the north wing, and led her into a huge master bedroom, very femininely decorated. Chase explained to her where everything was, the sun’s light added a warm touch to the already warm room.

Natalie was speechless, everything was sinking in, and the only words she could muster up were a thank you. Again she was in awe, she placed the glass down upon the desk and ran over and jumped upon the large bed, rolling upon it like a little girl would when she was shown her very own pink Cinderella room. Getting up from the bed, she opened the closets, looking over the clothing, the shoes, as her heart beat quickened from excitement.

Just as she thought, his taste in clothing was impeccable; she sifted through the drawers, holding up silky as well as see-through lingerie. Goosebumps appeared upon her flesh as she took it all in, her eyes going from place to place, she was living a dream, every little girls as well as big girls dream. Natalie walked over to Chase, and hugged him around the neck, placing a kiss upon his lips, she wasn’t sure it was appropriate, but she did it anyways.

Chase kissed her back; she felt his hands roam her curvaceous form, feeling his palms and fingertips along her spine, the small of her back as they moved down over her rounded cheeks. A finger was felt between her thighs, Natalie knew if that kept up she would easily cum, she was well beyond being a little aroused.

She listened as he explained that her room was her sanctuary, and that she could enter his anytime she pleased as long as the door was opened. Natalie gave it a quick thought, she wanted to tell him he was not restricted from her room either but left it go for now. Natalie was tired, needing a shower but wanted for nothing, just time to unwind a bit. He explained what he wanted her to wear, gave her another deep kiss as he held her close to him, released her and then grabbed his drink and he left.

“Thank you again Chase, I’ll see you at four she said as he was going.” Natalie said as she watched him turn and head out the doorway closing her door behind him. Natalie took a look around once again, she walked to the first closet and combed through the clothing, the biggest grin appeared across her face as she looked at his taste.

There was every color of the rainbow, each was sorted, black, blue, green, red, pink and white, with a few colors in between each. There were long gowns, short dresses and even knee length ones, some fancier than others, some business suits, and then some that were casual. Her took very good care of her, from fancy to casual, shoes to match, mainly high heels, but Natalie liked those, as well as she liked the casual sneaker or boot.

She grabbed her bag, placed it on the bed and unzipped it taking out her worn jeans and hooded sweatshirt, a few running shorts and sports bras, as well as her Nikes. She needed to tell Chase that she did enjoy running and would need to fit it in her schedule with him, most likely she’ll run after he leaves for the office. Natalie placed the clothing away except for the jeans and hoodie, those needed washed.

Walking into the bathroom, she couldn’t believe it was all hers, it was as big as Sam and Darren’s bedroom back in New York, she chuckled and thought about the movie Pretty Woman, she was the younger version of her in the same job position. The walls and floor were a soft beige marble, both masculine as well as feminine, everything matched fluffy towels, robe, the distinctive overhead lighting the little decorative soaps, the art work on the walls, Natalie just couldn’t believe the elegance of just the bathroom.

She had a habit of falling asleep in the bathtub, Chase made it easy for that to happen, no crunching up in a small tub, or needing to worry if she’ll be walked in on, or about clean towels, the more Natalie thought about it the sadder she felt inside. She went from a nice family setting, to living with friends and sleeping on their couch to feeling like a princess in a fairy tale. He pulled out of a situation that she now really realized wasn’t good for her; it showed how desperate she was.

Natalie wondered the bathroom finding shampoo, lavender smell bath bubbles, and everything else a woman could need or desire. Opening the scented baby oil she poured a cap full in the tub, then turned on the water finding a nice hot temperature, she placed her left foot in, then the right and sat down feeling the hot water move up over her body, laying back she relaxed, closing her eyes and letting her mind replay the day thus far. Natalie knew wandering the house fully naked was going to be a bit of a struggle for her, this was the first time she ‘had’ to do it, it wasn’t a choice, getting past that was a challenge for her, as long as her mind was elsewhere she forgot she was unclothed.

Stepping out from the tub, she dried off and then wrapped the robe around her making sure she cleaned up after herself. From that point on Natalie lay upon the bed, and fell asleep quickly. It had been a long 24 hours for her, the time zone change was hard to adjust to, but knew she’d grow used to it quickly.

The sound of the lawn mower woke her, she looked to the time and realized she had forty-five minutes to get ready to meet Chase by the pool, of course picking what to wear wasn’t an issue, she sat at the vanity and ran her fingers through her hair, pulling it up in different styles trying to figure out what she thought looked best. She decided on a 1960’s hair style, she gathered her long curled locks and took the brush through it a few times till it held a soft wave; she then put it all to one side and added a pale light yellow ribbon to it to secure it. Natalie added a small amount of hairspray due to the fact she hated stiff looking hair, just to hold it till it set, she then starred at her face in the mirror and pondered what make-up if any she was going to apply, she decided on none.

Glancing at the clock again she was down to fifteen minutes, she went back into the bathroom and applied a small amount of baby oil to her palms and started from her feet and worked her way up to her neck and face, making sure her lightly tanned skin had a nice shimmer to it. Washing up, and taking one last look she was pleased with what she saw looking back.

Natalie left her bedroom closing the door behind her and walked down the wide hallway to the great room, looking around she remembered which way he took her to find the pool, she smiled as she walked out towards Chase, she stopped for a second and dipped her pink painted toes within the water feeling the warmth, she looked him over as she sat there on the phone in his robe, she knew better than to disrupt him, so she took a seat on the lounge chair close to where he was sitting and stretched out letting the warm rays of the sun kiss her body.

She closed her eyes and relaxed until he was done, she could feel the oil on her body as it caused the sun to feel even hotter, the sweat beaded upon her shimmering flesh. Her arms went up above her head as she grasped the top of the chair which in turn caused her breasts to push upwards and her back to arch slightly. She drew a leg up; knee bent and licked her lips slowly, then turned her head and winked at Chase as she caught him looking her over, and then turned it back and continued to sunbathe.
 
Chase Bradford

“I’m aware of the OPEC situation,” Chase spoke forcefully. “They have no choice but to reduce supply. I spoke with Prince bin Nayef earlier today and he advised me of their plans. We need to stabilize the price … yes, it is undervalued at this time, but by working together we can get this straightened out so that everyone can make money … right, the director’s meeting in Bermuda next week is still on … haha, as Chairman, you know I can’t miss it … all right, I’ll talk with you later, Poondog … so long!”

Phone call over, Chase snapped his phone shut and gazed back at Natalie, beautifully ensconced on the cushioned chaise lounge. Her body seemed to shimmer in the warm east Texas sunshine. Laying back, raising her arms over her head, arching her back, arranging the position of her legs, were probably all intended for his benefit, no doubt. Even as he had talked business, he had kept his eye on her, enjoying the sight of her and feeling his manhood try to poke through the nearest opening of his robe. Chase rose up from the chair where he had been talking while watching Natalie, and walked over to where she lay on the lounge.

“Would you care for a drink?” he asked. “It is the cocktail hour.”

Natalie agreed and Chase went to the outdoor bar to mix hers and pour himself another bourbon.

“You found your room acceptable?” he asked when returning to where she reclined on the lounge.

“It’s beautiful, Chase, just like the rest of your house.”

Chase couldn’t ignore the way Natalie was looking at him as he stood beside her. The bottom edge of his short light blue terry cloth robe ended right below his hips and was at her eye level.

“So Chase,” she asked in a sweet innocent tone. “Am I the only one who has to go naked around here?”

“Nudity might be a requirement for you,” Chase said, “But it’s optional for most everyone else.”

Chase took a sip of his drink and grinned, looking down at the delectable little brunette lying naked in the late afternoon sun. He set down his glass, pulled at the belt of his robe, and shrugged it off his shoulders. Standing there in his full naked glory, Chase was aware of the sweep of Natalie’s eyes up over his six-foot plus frame, from his muscular thighs and narrow hips, to his trim six-pack abs, broad shoulders and muscular chest, which sported a light dusting of blond hair. Of course she did focus for a moment on his semi-flaccid cock that was pointing right toward her. It was the first time she had seen him completely naked and she didn’t seem disappointed.

“I hope that you take advantage of your time here,” Chase said. “This ranch is 10,000 acres and can seem pretty remote for a city girl. The neighbors aren’t very close either. That’s why I wanted you to have a car. We’re fairly close to Denton and the D isn’t all that far away.”

Chase took up his drink and sat at the foot of her lounge. To give him room, Natalie drew her feet up closer to her body, but then let her knees fall a ways apart giving him a nice view of her sunlit pussy. He took up her left foot and raised it to his mouth, kissing her toes. He noticed her pedicure and how her toe nails matched the color on her fingernails. He also noticed that she must have bathed and dressed her body with some sort of moisturizer. Her flawless skin was smooth as cream and scented with lavender.

“I admire a woman who takes good care of her body,” Chase remarked, kissing along the side of her foot and making her squirm when he flicked his tongue along her arch. “Ticklish are you?”

“Yes,” she giggled, trying to pull her foot away from him, but Chase held on tightly. “But what about a woman’s mind?” Natalie asked. “Shouldn’t she take care of that too?”

“Absolutely,” Chase replied. “We have some great universities around these parts. If you want to take some classes, I’d be glad to handle your tuition.”

Chase brought Natalie’s foot back to his lips. He kissed her toes again, nibbled on them too, and began to plant a trail of kisses up the inside of her ankle and calve. When he got to her knee he lifted her leg enough to lick and kiss the backside, sending a little shiver through her body.

“Chase, that feels funny,” she said, still wiggling.

Chase grinned and kept going, kissing and licking his way up the inside of her thigh. He leaned toward her as he came close to the top of her thigh. The scent of her fresh sex was aromatic. When his lips reached the very top of her thigh, Natalie rocked her hips upward, as if presenting her pussy to him. He hummed with pleasure thinking that hers was the prettiest little pussy he had seen. The outer folds were plush and round and completely bare, and the inner labia were small, hot pink, and glistening in the sunlight. Her clit was like a miniature little prick, thrusting hungrily out from its hood. He was sure from the way she had sucked him off earlier that she was pretty experienced sexually, but you couldn’t tell from her perfect little twat; she was a petite girl and her pussy matched her size beautifully.

But Chase decided to pass over her sweet little snatch for the time being, leaving instead a trail of kisses over her supple belly before moving down her right leg. Eventually, with her right foot in his hand, Chase suckled her big toe and nibbled on the rest. He could see her squirming more noticeably on the lounge, her hips rocking gently and her hand cupping and squeezing her breast.

“Chase,” she called out in a soft seductive voice, splaying her thighs apart to show off her needy little sex. “Don’t you see something else that needs a kiss?”

“Well,” Chase replied. “I do see something that needs to be covered up in the sun. Would hate to see this get burned.”

Natalie was parting her thighs, her damp little pink pussy spreading open like a dewy fresh rose.

“Something this tender needs special treatment,” Chase said softly, and then leaned forward to bring his face right up to her greedy little slit. For a moment he glanced up at her light blue eyes. “And I think I know exactly what it needs.”

With that he brought his mouth fully down to her sex and kissed her mound. He left a hundred little kisses all over her outer labia. Then his tongue got involved, licking the length of her slit up and down with several slow languid passes. He teased her opening with the tip of his tongue, then flicked his way up and circled around her clit. He felt her hand fall to his head in an attempt to plant his mouth where she wanted it, but Chase resisted, preferring to tease her a little more.

Natalie lifted her legs up further into the air, spreading herself open for him, and Chase went to work. He loved the taste of her and drove his tongue deep, wiggling and working its way inside her. His tongue flicked up and down her slit, even down along the split of her ass, circling her dark pink nether hole. Then he suckled and licked her inner labia and brought his fingers up to join the fun. As his middle finger began to probe more deeply inside, his tongue moved up and circled her clit.

“Oh, fuck, Chase!” she called out.

Finished with teasing her, Chase closed his lips around her hard little nub and suckled it, flicking his tongue against it as she dug her nails into his scalp. With each moment, Chase buried his face deeper between her legs, kissing and licking and nibbling at her sex while two fingers turned and twisted their way up inside her. Natalie began to thrash wildly, her hands clutching at the lounge cushion. Chase didn’t stop until he felt her body tremble and quake; her sweet juices nearly drowned him.

“Oh, god! Oh, god! Oh, god!” she cried out, her body a writhing, wriggling mass.

Chase withdrew his fingers and sat up for a moment. Natalie laid there, her legs spread wide open, her pussy hot pink and crimson and dripping onto the cushion. Her light blue eyes were heavy lidded, her chest was heaving, her breasts jiggling with each urgent breath, and her nipples were fully erect and puckered. A rosy blush had spread over her neck and chest, and it wasn’t from the sunshine.

“Oh, my god, Chase,” she said, her voice thick with passion. “I thought I was the one who was supposed to service you.”

“That is an important part of your job description,” Chase replied with a grin. “But as I mentioned before, I love women, looking at them, touching them, making love to them. Just being here like this, providing this sort of opportunity, is also part of your job description.” As he spoke, Chase had been running his hands up and down the length of Natalie’s shapely legs. Her skin was warm from the sun and glistening with perspiration.

Chase leaned forward and kissed her mound, then her belly, licked her navel, then left a trail of kisses up over her body, her stomach and chest. When he reached her breasts, he took each one in hand, cupping her firm but pliant flesh, licking slow circles around her nipples and came closer and closer to her erect tips. He kissed each stiff nip and then sucked them completely into his mouth, raking his teeth over her hard tips and puckered aureoles. Then he kissed his way slowly up to her neck, and finally to her lips. She returned his kiss with a feverish passion. As they kissed, the head of his erect cock bumped against her wet slit. When he felt her maneuver her hips to allow him inside, Chase backed away.

“Chase! Aren’t we .. aren’t you …” she started to ask.

“What? Going to fuck?” Chase said, completing her question. “Yes, we will. A lot. But not now, not yet.”

“It’s okay. I want you to.” Sprawled on the lounge, her legs spread apart, her body heaving and wracked with arousal, the look in Natalie’s eyes told Chase everything about her desires. “I really want you to.”

“I know,” Chase nodded and grinned. “But first things first.”

He grabbed her ankles, flung her legs up over his shoulders, and dove down again to kiss and lick and finger her pretty little pussy till she was calling him every nasty name in the language of love. The sound of her voice only spurred him on to attack her twat more fervently. Her hands alternately clutched at him and pushed at him; her fingers dug into his flesh and smacked at him. She dug her heels into his back and clamped her thighs tightly against his cheeks. Chase held her hips secure with both hands, and lifted her butt up from the cushion as he laved her sodden sex. She was so sensitive and responsive and Chase loved feeling every orgasm he could give her sweep through her shuddering little body. He kissed and licked and nibbled and fingered her quivering cunt until her voice was hoarse and dry. Only when a huge frenzied climax shook her did Chase relent. He let her catch her breath. Natalie reached for him, pulling his face to hers for a kiss.

“Mmm, I taste good!” she said with a sexy satisfied smile.

“Delicious!” Chase agreed, licking his lips. He ran his hand down over her naked body. “But look, I’ve made you all hot and sweaty.”

“That’s all right. It was worth it.”

“Yes, it was but we need to do something about that,” he said.

Chase took her hands and stood up, pulling her up to a sitting position, and then up from the lounge onto her feet. Both of them standing there barefoot made him realize just how much shorter she was than him. Letting go of her hands he tugged at the ribbon that was still holding her hair in place and pulled it off. Chase then grabbed her by the waist, tossed her over his shoulder, and carried her kicking and screaming over to the pool.

“No, no, Chase!” she screamed. “My hair, my, my, my—”

She didn’t have time to finish her protest. Chase tossed her into the pool and dove in after her. Having Natalie around was going to be fun!
 
Natalie would have loved to know a bit more about Chase’s business yet knew there was a fine line to not even come close to, she was more or less trying to find things that they would be able to discuss over dinner, and if he were to take her about other business associates she’d not be ignorant to the conversations going about her. She decided to not listen to the one-sided conversation he was having and just relax till he was done.

She heard the cell phone snap shut and turned her head looking over to him that’s when she realized that Chase was already looking over to her. She ran her eyes along his well defined body, the robe hiding just enough to keep his body a full mystery to her. She watched him rise from the chair and walk towards her, she could see his robe bounce forth right below the tie, knowing he was aroused by the sight of her and hoping that she could keep him that way over the course of the next year.

Her eyes watched him move as he walked to the bar, watching how the robe hem flew up almost allowing her to see the bottom curves of his ass cheeks, she smiled and admired him, watching how he tended to her needs, she had no idea it would be anything like it was, there were no words to show how appreciative she was for everything he was doing or had given her.

He brought her back a drink, she sipped it and smiled, she needed to tell him she really wasn’t much of a drinker, only social gatherings, some business meetings , with a meal and when she was having a hard time relaxing, she rather have spring water, juice, coffee and diet coke with a slice lemon. Natalie loved to be in full control of her body and senses, she hated being a sloppy drunk or not able to remember what she did the night before, total control when she was with a man, every now and then would be fine to just let go and have fun but that wouldn’t be till she felt totally comfortable and discuss it with him.

“Chase the room is beautiful, just like everything else. There Is no words to thank you for taking such good care of me.” She added letting her eyes drop from his to his body moving over it slowly. Taking note that his robe was quite short and she did enjoy the view that was before her. Natalie loved sex just as much as the next nymphet, she didn’t want to fuck Chase just for the sake of doing it, but she desired him, that was where the job, wasn’t really a job, she was human, and she loved his handsome cock, if cock’s were even that. The head was one that any ‘cocksucker’ would love to have in their mouth as their tongue swirled around it. His sac hung just far enough down where given the next chance Natalie would have in her mouth with her lips wrapped about the top while her tongue teased him.

Natalie giggled a bit when he explained to her that she was required to be nude at all times around him when at home, and she assumed when ever else he had told her. The sight of the help naked was amusing, she remembered the older Mexican man cruising about on the riding mower cutting the grass that was not a sight she wished to see. ”Must be nice to have a house full of naked employees,” she said as he sipped his drink grinning at her like a cat that ate the canary.

Her eyes watched as he placed the tumbler down and then with one pull of the belt around his mid section the robe opened, she watched as the robe fell from his shoulders and down his arms, falling to the concrete. Natalie raised a brow as she got a complete frontal look for the firs time of her boss fully unclothed. She was quite impressed with the sight before her, she knew he was well built, not over muscular but well toned, one would say like a swimmers body. Natalie reached out and moved her fingertips along his six-pack abs, feeling what they call a ‘washboard stomach’, a soft sound of approval released from her lips as she lightly moved then around and downwards, stopping right under the navel as she snickered, seeing he was a bit aroused, yet not fully, which meant she had time to tease him if allowed till he rose like a saluting soldier.

Natalie let him talk on about the estate he owned, once he finished she chimed in with a slight embarrassment, but then again she was a city slicker. “Chase I’ve never been near a horse, except to reach over a fence with my arm and feed it grass, that’s my story…and I’m sticking to it.” She couldn’t remember if she told him that or not, but if she did she just gave him a refresher. “I’m sure I told you that before right? I can’t remember anymore, it’s been so crazy since I landed here the first time around.”

“I saw the train or something at the airport, or bus line, which I don’t mind taking anywhere I need to go. Remember I am from New York City, the home of demented non-English speaking taxi drivers, trolleys, subways, and bus lines that run from one end of the state to another. Though I prefer I have a map, and just mark me a few direct routes till I get used to the area, would be much appreciated or Chase my boss man, you’ll need to place an A.P.B. out on me after the first 24 hours I don’t return home.” A toothy grin moved across her face as she left out a cute little giggle. “There’s always the thought of me ‘borrowing’ one of the help and taking them with me everywhere I go?”

Natalie covered her eyes with her hand to block the sun as Chase moved taking her shade away, her feet slid along the lounge chase as she watched him sit down at the end, her knees spread slowly like a set of gossamer wings which allowed him the perfect look at her splayed sex, seeing it glisten like her flesh, but this time it wasn’t due to baby oil, this time it was her own honey sweet juices.

His fingers curled around her slender ankle as he raised her foot to his mouth, she could feel his warm breaths release and move across her toes like a warm southern breeze. She watched as he looked slowly over her foot and placed tender sweet kisses upon her toes, as she giggled feeling him tickle her foot, as she answered him about being ticklish, though her feet were not the only place she was ticklish at, thee other places were up to him to find on his own as he did her toes.

They spoke briefly about being in shape; as she asked him about if he works out, due to his schedule, and then about the mind and she listened to him as she spoke abut the university and her taking classes on him. Her eyes closed briefly as his tongue tip moved along the arch of her foot as she gasped a breath and released it slowly, her eyes opened as he took her toes within his heated moist mouth, kissing and sucking them, as she slightly squirmed upon the lounge chair, she groaned as she felt him kiss along her ankle and up her toned calf, releasing soft sounds of pleasure from her lips. She gasped a breath, releasing it as she spoke, “we can talk about classes another time…” her words trialing as she wiggled, letting him know that he hit a spot that gave her a different feeling, a spot that only a true lover would have been able to find if they were exploring inch by inch of her flesh.

Natalie watched him her eyes never left his face, his lips as he kissed tenderly along her inner thigh, placing them in almost every place that would make her writher about. She watched as he reached the end of her upper thing where that crease was, her hips rose in hopes he’d taste her, lick her seeping juices away while he tongue fucked her but he didn’t, he moved above it planting kisses upon her smooth tight tummy and then down her other thigh as she whimpered. Natalie wanted to just grasp his ears and yank his face right into her hungry shaven snatch. Natalie couldn’t take much more; her last night with David wasn’t anything, another empty orgasm, leaving a void.

Her small slender hand moved from her side, along her belly where he placed those soft butterfly kiss trailing her fingertips up between her breast as her hand moved over one, her fingers spread and he cupped it, groping it, squeezing and releasing as her nipple moved about the inside of her palm. She loved the gentle lover Chase was, she’d never had a man pay so much attention to her body as he did, then again Natalie didn’t have that many lovers, only a few, she was more into her schooling in college, then her job. Sex was second compared to those, college there was a couple she screwed, then the married one that screwed her career black balling her, now Chase, there was a total of five lovers in her past, six counting Chase, when and if they ever decided to take it past the oral stage which Natalie was hoping would be now, outside under the warm Texas sun.

They went back and forth teasing each other, more him teasing her as she watched his head lower between her widely parted thighs, feeling the heat from his breath upon her inner most pink lips. Each kiss felt, each one seeming like it touched a nerve ending, causing all to group and feel as one as he teased his personal assistant, Natalie moaned and groaned, she whimper out and each one louder than the next, till they became classic cries of passion as he brought her closer to an orgasm. Natalie gasped deeply as she felt the humming upon your pussy, that was the first she’d ever felt that done, as she rocked her hips and then rolled them, bucking against his face like a wild mare.

Her hand slipped from her breast and back up above her head gripping the top of the cushion they were on, tugging upon it as she felt his tongue dance along her swollen cunt lips, feeling him rim her sopping wet hole, loving how he ran his tongue between her cheeks, feeling the saliva-covered pink muscle tease against that tight pink star. The way he teased her clit drove Natalie absolutely crazy, it showed as the small puddle of her juices began to grow under her, her whole body felt like one huge giant nerve ending, she never screamed during any sexual act, and she felt herself close to doing so for the first time.

Once he added his middle finger Natalie squeezed it with her inner muscles, she began to ride it as she would a stiff prick, her hips held a steady rhythmic motion as Chase’s hunger to taste her, to devour her actually caught her off guard, he was so precise in how he teased her, he was showing her what pure raw sex was to be like, to have a lover that wished to please her and not himself all the time.

Natalie released the cushion from her fingers and grabbed Chase’s head, her nails digging into his scalp, as she moaned steadily, she used to feel embarrassed about how sopping wet her pussy got when she was aroused, with Chase it didn’t even come to mind, when really sexually excited she flowed like a river, the more she thought about how great he was making her feel the wetter she got. Chase had turned on Natalie like a water faucet, and as he sucked up the fluids making obscene gulping sounds, she listened and groaned, arching her body as she tightened her thighs around his head. Like an erupting Volcano, she felt herself over-flowing, helpless against the natural forces of her body.

“Oh f-fuck Chase! Oh God, Oh God, Oh God!” she cried out gasping each breath as he added the second finger and began to twist and turn them deep within her cunt, her body was his, no longer in control of herself she submitted every bit of herself to him. Natalie released his head from her hands as she bit her lip and grabbed both sides of the lounge cushion and moaned out, forgetting they could be seen as well as heard by anyone around them.

Natalie couldn’t hold back no longer, a long lingering moan escaped her lips as her eyes rolled back into her head feeling the wave of pleasure run from her loins to her brain, her toes curling as she let the flood gates open and came for him, giving every bit she could to her boss. Her whole body shook with pleasure as she rode the sexual bliss out, not wanting it to stop, wanting that feeling to just continue till she was so tired out she would just sleep, which would have been easy if he hadn’t released her from his fingers, as she tried to gasp her breath, she looked to him, her breasts heaving up and falling quickly. Natalie looked down her body, her nipples peaked to the max, and she glistened from sweat, as the beads formed upon her skin.

Taking in a deep breath she exhaled slowly till her breathing was back to normal, she was so glad that he loved everything about women because to Natalie that was the best pussy licking she had ever had. Her eyes closed, she felt his hands start down at her ankles and move up over her calves, opening them her’s locked with his as she smiled the biggest smile since they met.

She was fully relaxed, as she watched Chase turn more towards her, she watched him lean between her thighs and place a sensual kiss, that was only the first of many he gave her, she covered her with kisses from snatch to her breasts, gripping them within his hands he pushed them together and began teasing her hard nubs, she groaned as she felt the hard suckling, but the bites were what caused her to whimper and softly cry out, that was her biggest weakness. Anything that was done to her nipples beyond the normal sucking and licking caused her to get excited fast, that was one way to make Natalie instantly wet and horny.

Natalie felt the tip of his cock against her slit, she pivoted her hips for him to enter her, even helped him along as she lifted them to push the head within her, but that never happened, Chase backed off and explained that it wasn’t time for the intercourse part …yet.

Out of no wear she felt his fingers grasp around her ankles, next his head was between her thighs again, kisses were felt as she called him names, and playfully began to fight him almost a wrestle, as she tried to get away from him, squirming about to try and get his from between her legs. Natalie laughed as she wrapped her legs around him, squeezing him between her thighs as her heels dug into his ass pulling him into her as tightly as she could. He attacked her in frenzy; the more she tried to get away the tighter he held her hips, keeping her under him as she devoured her pussy again.

His fingers pierced her to the bone, she tried to tighter her inner muscles around them but he had the upper hand on her, Natalie came quickly, a surge went through her body like a bold of lightening as she cam for him again, her body quivering as she rode it out, breathing hard once more as she gasped for breaths.

Natalie realized he was letting his guard down, he was toying, playing with her and she loved it. He sat up letting her catch her breath and then leaned into her for a kiss; Natalie cupped his face and let her tongue lick about his lips, cleaning her sticky sweet cum from him, and then kissed him, only to taste herself even more. He continued to relax around her, and she was doing the same, before she knew it he grabbed her by the hands and pulled her to her feet, she was shorter, so she was looking to his sweaty chest as she felt his hands drop hers and then the pale yellow ribbon be untied and her hair falling down on the one side and her back and then out of nowhere she was over his shoulder kicking and screaming as he carried her to the edge the pool.

Natalie yelled out about not wanting to get her hair wet, she loved the playful fight, she didn’t care about her hair she wasn’t high maintenance by a long shot, and then before she knew it she was in the air and her ass went first into the pool, the rest of her following fast as she went under. She pushed up off the bottom and floated with her arms out on the surface looking for him, out of the corner of her eye she saw him, quickly she went under and waited till he came closer then lunged to him once again using the bottom , she watched as he went up to the surface and then came up from behind and pushed down on his shoulder with her hands putting him back under and then letting go as she swam towards the other end as fast as she could before he could retaliate, which Natalie knew he’d do, he had a competitive side, there was no way he was going to let her get the last dunk in.

She stopped as soon as she realized she could stand, turned about and looked for Chase, she scanned the pool surface and then took in a deep breath and held it as she went under and looked about for her, before he got the jump on her. Natalie couldn’t believe how playful and sexual she was, it blew her mind, he was a tight-assed, cheek squeaking office man twenty-four seven and that aroused her, everything about him did.

Natalie stood up turned about and grabbed a breath, before she knew it the surface of the pool changed directions, she could feel the small wave push up against her back, and as she went to turn she could see chase close by from the corner of her eye, quickly she went down under and pushed off towards him, going thru his legs, turning and wrapping herself around him, her feet locked against his belly, her arms around her neck, her head leaning down as she began to kiss, lick and playfully bite his neck, she was careful to not leave a mark as she tried to dunk him again, this time backwards but he was to big for her to take.
 
Charles “Chase” Bradford

Looking very much at home in the water, Natalie had darted about him like a playful little water nymph, dunking him and then swimming away before he had the chance to return the favor. He let her play a little game of dunk ‘im, but knew that she eventually would have to come back to him and once he got a hold of her, well, he wasn’t sure exactly, but revenge—even in play—was still very sweet. When Natalie snuck up from behind and hopped onto his back, her arms and legs wrapped around him, he reached behind to grab at her but all he could get was her tight little butt. And then she started to kiss and nibble on his neck and ear, a sweet little distraction as she started to bounce up and down probably to try and tip him over. Her firm breasts pressed into and rubbed against his back, her hard nipples raking his skin. Chase wanted to take action even though the touch of her lips and tongue and teeth upon his neck was prompting an arousing and pleasing sensation.

Chase let go of her ass and reached up for her arms that were still wrapped snuggly about his neck. Pushing off from the bottom, Chase curled forward, doing a somersault in the water, the motion causing Natalie to loosen her grip enough for Chase to pull her off his back and with a strong kick of his legs draw her down into the deep end of the pool. Still beneath the surface, he spun around rotating so that he was facing her and pulled her close for an underwater kiss. Again she wound her arms and legs around him but at least he was in a position to take advantage his the situation. His hands again found her butt and held onto her as their breath was quickly being exhausted. He kicked and brought them to the surface, and both were gasping for needed breath.

“You … little … imp!” he panted between breaths.

Natalie just laughed and then attacked his mouth with hers in a ferocious kiss. Still treading water, keeping them near the surface, Chase grabbed her legs and tried to loosen them from around his hips but she had them locked tightly, pressing the mound of her sex against his belly. He glided his hands up to her ass again, probing his fingers along her crack until he reached her smooth little pussy. As he rubbed and probed her slit, Natalie gasped and her hips began to grind against him. The grip of her legs loosened just enough for Chase to pull them away. He grabbed her arms, pried them quickly from around his neck, and managed to toss her up and backwards into the water away from him.

He heard her squeal and watched as she swam away from him. Chase dove after her and with a few strong strokes caught her by the foot in the shallow end. When his feet reached bottom he stood and began to reel her in, hand over hand, pulling her leg closer while fending off the playful kicks of her other leg. Once her floating body was close enough he reached for her arms and took hold of her wrists, firmly holding them out to the sides as she continued to kick and try to wriggle away from him.

“Chase, what are you doing?” she asked as he began to walk toward the edge of the pool, dangling her in the water in front of him like a rag doll. Her perky firm breasts bobbed right at the water level. Her light blue eyes were locked on him as if uncertain of what his game was all about.

My god, he thought, she is gorgeous! Back in college, one of his buddies came up with a theory that Chase had come to endorse fully. If you want to find out just how good looking a girl is, get her completely wet and naked and take a look at her in the sunlight. Having done that, Natalie was proving to be a true beauty; her auburn hair, now dark from being wet, clung to her head and neck and back as it cascaded down past her shoulders; the shape of her face, her forehead, cheekbones, nose and chin were all beautifully sculpted; her body lightly rouged from exposure to the sun and a little “exercise” was taut and vibrant. Just being close to her, holding her like he was gave Chase a thrill.

“Chase? Chase?” she asked as he pressed her back against the side of the pool. “Chase?”

Chase grinned but didn’t say a word. Holding her wrists way out to her sides, he pinned her against the pool wall. He leaned forward and kissed her on the neck and nibbled just beneath her ear. She squealed and tried to break free but his grasp was too strong. He pressed his body against her, his growing erection bumping up against her belly. Natalie lifted her legs up and wrapped them around him, this time able to bring the slit of her sex up to contact his stiffening prick. As she rubbed her pussy against the shaft of his cock, Chase managed to lower his kisses to her shoulder then down to her breasts, right at the water line.

“Chase, Chase, please!” she said in a low soft pleading voice.

He could feel the tiny hard nub of her clit rubbing against his shaft and her body was trembling with excitement. He released her wrists and quickly swept her up in his arms to carry her from the pool. Climbing up the submerged stairs and stepping onto the pool deck, Chase headed toward the group of lounges. Natalie pressed hungry kisses all over his neck and shoulder, every place her perfect little mouth could reach. Halfway to the lounges Consuela intercepted them.

“Mr. Chuck! Mr. Chuck!” she called over to him. “You have visitors!”

It was late Saturday afternoon and he wasn’t expecting anyone. Chase glanced toward the doors and saw a shadowy pair of figures inside.

“Who is it?” he asked, letting Natalie slip from his arms onto her feet on the deck.

“Professor Silverman and his assistant,” Consuela said. “I told him that you were busy but he insisted.”

Chase shook his head at the inopportune interruption, but conceded. He knew that Howard Silverman was an older guy, a former university geologist who had given up academia for the prospect of riches in the real world. He had been working for many years exploring in South America so this might be interesting. “Show them out here,” he said begrudgingly. “And could you bring a fresh towel for Miss Nichols?”

Chase picked up his robe from the deck and mopped his face and hair before slipping into it and cinching the belt. Consuela showed the gentlemen out and quickly returned with a big fluffy towel. Natalie stood behind Chase, trying to hide her naked form, and peered around him at the strange men. Consuela handed her the towel and she quickly wrapped up in it, trying to dry herself in the process.

“Chase, we’re so glad that you could see us,” said Silverman, “And I'm sorry to interrupt, but once I tell you why, I think you’ll understand. Oh, this is my assistant, James Fontana.” His assistant was a short, stocky, bookish young man who couldn’t take his eyes off of Natalie.

Chase shook hands with them and then turned enough to put his arm around Natalie’s waist to present her. “This is my personal assistant, Natalie Nichols.”

“Nice to meet you,” she said, when Howard extended his hand. When she reached her hand out toward young James, the poor boy just stood there, gaping at the wet young beauty, barely covered by the towel.

“Shall we have a seat?” Chase said, gesturing toward the bentwood table and chairs set out on the terrace. The gentlemen declined Chase’s offer of a drink. Chase was glad when Natalie chose to sit next to him. She tried her best to keep the towel tucked around herself, but no sooner would she secure it then Chase would tug it free.

“I’ll get right to the point,” Howard began, managing to divert his gaze from the occasionally naked girl beside Chase. “As you may have heard, James and I have been leading a team in Belize and have found a significant deposit. We are looking for investment capital and equipment and your company is at the top of our list.”

“Did you bring the surveys?” Chase asked.

Howard had to prod James to produce the rolled up geographical surveys that he had brought. The young man seemed mesmerized by the blue-eyed young woman nestled beside Chase. Every time Chase would successfully tug at her towel, the young man’s eye would pop open, which amused Chase endlessly.

Silverman unrolled the maps and spread them on the table in front of Chase, who looked them over intently. But even as he examined the surveys Chase kept a hand on Natalie’s thigh, gently stroking it from knee to hip and back again. When Natalie leaned forward to look more closely at the surveys, her towel fell open on its own again displaying her firm perky breasts. Howard glanced over at her great rack, but didn’t drop a word from his presentation to Chase; young James only sat and stared as if he had never seen such a great pair of tits in his life. Apparently giving up on her failed attempt at modesty, Natalie simply let the towel lay in her lap and smiled seductively.

It didn’t take long for Chase to see the potential in this discovery. Although Belize was small and not really known for its mineral resources, several surprising deposits had been turned up in recent years and Silverman had discovered what appeared to be a new untapped field. The results of the scientific tests indicated a sizeable deposit. Silverman had the claims and Chase had the money and equipment to make it happen.

“So you’re giving me first shot at this?” Chase asked.

Howard nodded. “Your late father, God rest his soul, bankrolled my first project. Even when it didn’t pan out, he told me, ‘Luck of the draw,’ and sent me out to try again. Now that I’ve finally found something, I owe it to you, to his company.”

“Are these my copies?” Chase asked.

Howard nodded. He and Chase spent several minutes discussing the split until they reached an equitable agreement. Chase’s hand never left Natalie’s thigh; each time his hand moved up his fingers brushed against her pussy.

“This all looks very good, Howard,” Chase said. “I’ll hand these over to my team and have a contract drawn up. If this comes in, you will both be very rich men.”

Howard beamed and young James continued to stare at Natalie, who was obviously trying to control her state of arousal as under the table Chase’s pinky danced lightly over her sex. By the time the meeting was finished, it was early evening. When the men stood and shook hands, Chase had to stifle a laugh when he saw the wet spot on the crotch of young James’s pants. While he went to show the men out, Natalie remained on the terrace. When he returned, Natalie looked up at him, her towel still pooled around her hips.

“You bastard!” she said when he returned.

“I'm sorry,” Chase said with a grin that disappeared when he noticed the concern on Natalie's face. "Are you upset?"

“Showing me off like that!”

“It’s a shame to hide your beauty, Natalie,” Chase said. “Does it excite me? Sure, but look at you. You can’t say that it didn’t turn you on to see the look in their eyes when they looked at you.”

“But, Chase. I’m not sure. I don’t know,” she said. “Sure, I like being naked. I like sunbathing in the nude. I like sleeping in the nude. But it just felt a little weird to be naked in front of strangers like that. Your business associates even.”

“Did it hurt?” Chase asked. “Did it cause you pain? Didn’t it turn you on just the least little bit?”

Natalie shrugged.

“We talked about this going in. I’ve got a few kinks and I’m going to test your limits, but I will never purposefully try to hurt you or cause you harm. If at any time you can’t take it, you can always leave.”

Chase could see that she was mulling over his comments. Maybe it was a bit much for her. She might like sex but she wasn't a hooker or a tramp. He knew that she needed the job but just how far would she be willing to go to indulge his desires? The sun was dropping low on the horizon and the big western sky was growing golden.

“It’s getting late and I’m starved,” Chase said. “Maybe we can talk this over at dinner? There’s a nice little roadhouse not far away that serves great steaks. Since it’s Saturday, they’ll have live music too.”

“What would you like me to wear?”

“Surprise me. A dress. Something short and light and flowing.”

“Boots?”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll be wearing my Texas stompers.”

Chase took her hand and walked with her into the house and down toward their rooms.

“See you in a few,” he said, and then gave her a kiss on the cheek and headed toward his room.
 
Natalie tried her hardest to pull him back against her and place him fully under again, her body rode his muscular back, her hair stuck to her face, every now and then getting into her eyes so she couldn’t see, her breasts pressed his back, her nipples hard move along his wet flesh leaving a white line wherever they went for only a mill-second then it disappeared. She laughed the whole time, everything was forgotten; from her being naked to him being her boss as they ‘played’ in the pool.

She was having the time of her life, her mouth moved along his neck as she playfully bit him, then licked and kissed the spot moving to another, and repeating it as she then felt his hands reach back and grab her tight little ass, she squirmed within them as she tended to his neck and continued to tease.

Natalie knew something was up when his hands left her ass, but she wasn’t prepared for him to break the hold using a summersault, she felt him lean forth and before she knew it she was being drug to the deep end of the pool, Natalie wasn’t going easily, she put up a fight as she tried to kick away from him breaking the hold, but it didn’t work and she wasn’t going to do it hard enough to hurt him, he didn’t release her till after he pulled her close and kissed her then pushed them to the surface where they gasped for a very needed breath.

A cute playful laugh was heard after she heard Chase call her an ‘imp’, for some reason that was a turn on, she loved that word, loved being called it for some odd reason. Nothing needed said as they tread water, more Chase than her she wrapped herself around him again as she moved up against him and just kissed his lips hard. Her legs locked tighter than before, she wasn’t about to let him go without a fight, she felt him try and undo her legs, the more he tried the tighter her legs locked about his waist.

Natalie’s shaven mound pressed against his lower belly, she felt his hands go back to her ass and then his fingers moved between her cheeks to her snatch, her eyes were to his, droplets of water running from both of them as she gasped when he teased along her slit, and then she felt his fingers probing her as she began to grind and hump against him stomach, a she felt his cock between her thighs, feeling it move between her parted ass cheeks, feeling the head every so often graze that pink rose

Her eyes closed and her legs loosened up just a smidgen, and before she knew it he had her hands behind her back, her breasts pressed out and slightly up, her nipples were pointed to the sun, then he tossed her again, in the air and she landed in the heated water with a splash and sunk under. Natalie used her feet and pushed from the bottom in the other direction then came up to the surface and began to swim away from Chase again towards the lower end.

Natalie felt a grab about her ankle and quickly turned her head seeing Chase holding her for a brief moment and then began to pull her back, reeling her in like a fish on a hook. She tried to kick again to break the hold but couldn’t, his hand pushed her free foot away while he held on to her and then felt her arms grabbed at the same time as he released her leg, she laughed as she tried to kick free, that didn’t work, he had her arms behind her, so she tried twisting her body, and after that didn’t work she knew he had her exactly where he wanted, she was stuck, and grinning like crazy.

Her naked breasts floated upon the wavy surface of the pool, asking him what he was doing as he drug her over towards the wall. Her eyes of blue, almost the same color as the blue decorative tiles here and there around the pool, locked to his as she playfully struggled even more, finding out that his play, him holding her ‘captive’ was turning her on. She locked to his eyes, breathing a bit heavier from the playful fight, she watched his eyes move over her and back up, her head shook both ways as she freed the dark wet hair from her skin, feeling it cascade down her once more though this time it was no longer sticking to her face.

Natalie called his name more than once as he starred into her eyes, she felt him pushing her back towards the wall even more and then felt it against her back, as she watched him finally respond with a grin. She locked her legs around him, feeling his hard-on rubbing against her belly as well as her erect flat of flesh; Natalie gasped a breath, and moaned ever so lightly. Her body reacted, action with reaction like everything in life, she tilted her head feeling his wet soft lips upon the side of her neck, once more trailing kisses along it and her shoulder causing her to arch as he held her arms tightly, she bit her bottom lip when he kissed her breasts, she pushed against his groin hard, squirming to try to get Chase within her, wanting him to fill her, to feed that need she longed for, she wanted to watch his mouth around her breasts, but her eyes remained closed as she rolled her head upon her shoulders.

She felt him sweep her up in his arms; he carried her up the pool steps, and headed to the lounge with her. Natalie planted kisses all over his neck, shoulders and lips as she closed her eyes and just enjoyed the taste of his skin against her lips as well as within her mouth as she suckled it with her lips, allowing her tongue to move over it. Her eyes popped open as she heard the voice of Consuelo yelling for Chase in her distinctive Mexican voice, Chase had a puzzled look upon his face as Natalie looked at him, not caring if she was naked before Consuelo, for she’s already seen every bit of her body naked. She stood upon her feet on the warm deck as he placed her down listening to Consuelo , as she told the names of two men, who were apparently either real close friends or business associates, considering it was Sunday and he shook his head as he told her to send them in, as well as get her a towel.

Natalie watched as he slipped his arms into his robe and r-tied the belt again, she loved the feel of the warm sun upon her, hating they were interrupting but understood business comes first before pleasure, and respected it. She took a step to the right and stood behind Chase, as she watched Consuelo lead both men in behind her, then stop and hand Natalie the towel as she quickly placed it around her semi-wet body. “Thank you Consuelo,” she said in a soft voice.

Her eyes ran over both men, as she felt theirs do the same, the shorter, young nerdy looking one couldn’t take his eyes from Natalie, making her feel uncomfortable, yet she knew she should be flattered. Natalie watched as Chase shook hands with the two men as she listened to what they were saying, and then introduced her. Natalie shook a hand of each well dressed business man, and smiled as she spoke, “Nice you meet you Gentlemen.” She felt Chase’s arm go about her waist making her feel more at ease, she turned her head and smiled to him, as he motioned then to the table on the terrace to talk.

Natalie didn’t want to intrude on the men and their talk of business but Chase’s arm never left her waist as he guided her along, and then dropped his arm, as she took the seat next to him, she wouldn’t have felt comfortable between the other two men. She settled in the chair, crossed her legs and tucked her towel in, securing it right above the top swells of her breasts, and felt more comfortable until Chase yanked it and it came undone, quickly she tucked it back in, as she could feel the professors assistant’s eyes upon her once more, wondering even if they ever left her since they were brought in behind Consuelo.

The professor explained why he was there, and Natalie listened intently, until Chase grabbed her towel again and pulled it free, and then watched both men look her over as she grabbed it and tucked it in again, while the professor kept speaking, and once again he yanked it from her again, and again, as she tried to avoid giggling, and listen as he spoke, showing the surveys to Chase.

Chase yanked the towel down again, she could see the slight little snicker upon his face as he did, his eyes glancing from the unrolled maps to the assistant, who seemed to enjoy the view of a naked Natalie. She looked down and glanced to Chase’s hand upon her thigh, the caressing was soothing as well as arousing in the same. Natalie shifted in her seat to look over the surveys that Howard was deep in explanation and her towel fell once again this time without help from her boss, she sighed and gave up, her breasts were fully exposed, grabbing the towel she placed it over her lap and went back to paying attention to Howard, she caught his eyes move from the unrolled plans to her breasts, never losing track of what he was saying, his assistant on the other hand was lost in space as he starred at the bared breasts exposed to him.

Natalie’s brow rose as they talked about Belize, she did a bit of financial work for a group of men that had ties there before she was released from the financial company. She hung to Howard’s words, listening to him explain it all, as she tried to get a grasp of what was unfolding before her. She no longer cared that she was being stared at by the stout short man, as her interest was grasped by the Professor and his discovery.

Natalie remembered there was a lot of red tape when trying to do business with the Belize government, there were big concerns with the government mismanaging everything which closed down the business these men where trying to get into, causing Natalie a bit of trouble within the company, since she couldn’t get around the red tape and straight forth answers, she looked incompetent to the head office members. They say shit rolls down hill, and it did for her, in every way, shape or form. She closed those thoughts from her mind; she didn’t need to go back to that place in her life again, and paid attention to the conversation around her.

Sitting back, she glanced down to his hand upon her thigh, slowly caressing her warm skin and teasing her in the process with each pass of his hand along her thigh, his pink gently touching against her shaven lips. Natalie sucked in a breath, releasing it slowly she listened as the meeting was coming to an end, she tried not to look to her left but couldn’t help it as she felt James’s eyes moving over her up and down, creeping her out a bit, as she exhaled and tried to keep her composure as Chase teased her more and more under the table, she slowly reached over and slipped her hand under his robe, her fingers curled around the base of his cock as she gave him a few strokes to his cock, massaging the head playfully then pulling her hand back thinking, all’s fair in love and war, this wasn’t love but it was a game of sorts and Chase and Natalie were the key players.

She watched as the men got up, and closed the meeting, Natalie heard Chase as he stifled a laugh, following his eyes she looked and covered her mouth with her hand to hide her grin, as she saw the wet mark on the from of James’s pants, and didn’t feel the need to embarrass him, as she was sure he’d already taken notice to it himself, and was trying to act calm, cool and collect. Natalie leaned her head back and starred up towards the sky, a sailor’s paradise setting in as she watched the sun begin to set as the moon showed lightly behind the clouds.

Glancing towards the terrace doors watching them open and Chase returning as she shook her head and grinned, “You bastard,” she said to her boss, as he returned an apology, she knew he wasn’t serious he loved every bit of it, and she herself enjoyed it as well, but she couldn’t let on, not yet.

Natalie played the upset assistant role, as she tried to hold back the smile, “Yes, I’m upset, showing me off like a piece of meat.” She listened to him speak, telling her how it excited him, trying to tell her that she as well loved it. Natalie knew from the interview she wasn’t ever to lie to him, that was a verbal agreement, but she wasn’t sure how well she was going to take the next test he placed her through, where he was going to push her next time, would she be able to handle it? Natalie had no choice she had to handle it, she needed the job.

“I know I can leave at anytime Chase, I know my options and I listened well when we spoke of my job description, if it comes down to that then I’ll pack my bag again and go.” Natalie wanted to make it clear she was stupid and listens when spoken to. Natalie listened as she spoke about being hungry, “I’m starving, great idea.” Natalie didn’t want to carry on the conversation about her leaving or the job, she just wanted to go eat and relax with Chase, not argue like long time lovers.

“I guess we could continue it at dinner, though not sure I wish to, I’m sure we can find other topics but if you find a need to further it we can, you are the boss.” He talked about a roadside restaurant, and she nodded, asking about her attire, as he left her to dress herself for a change in pace. He reached for her hand and helped her to her feet, guiding her into the house and down to their rooms, her towel over her shoulder, and not about her body, as he wanted her naked around him as she was told earlier.

Natalie felt the kiss to her cheek, and she smiled in return and turned towards her bedroom looking back over her shoulder to him, “I’ll make it snappy.” She said and closed the door behind her. She didn’t allow their last discussion to roleplay through her head, she didn’t want it to ruin the evening with Chase, she needed to place herself back into that starlet role, not letting his playful side effect her job performance, reminding herself she’s a paid escort, paid eye candy as well as a paid piece of ass, she was the puppet and he was the master of her.

She sighed and opened the closet doors, both and glanced through her new wardrobe, looking for something that would fit for where they were headed. She knew there had to be something in there that was ‘country bumpkin’, she paged through the clothing and grinned pulling out a red and white checkered outfit. Natalie placed the towel in the bathroom, and held the gingham short set in front of her as she looked in the mirror, checking it out against her body.

Natalie slipped the skirt up over her legs and curvaceous hips, she felt the hem fall about an inch from mid thigh, the tops was a button down, she slipped it on, and never bothered to button it, instead she rolled it up till just under her breasts and tied it in a knot, reaching in both sides she moved her breasts about so that the swells showed as did a very nice cleavage focal point. Looking through the closet she smiled and pulled out a red set of cowboy boots and sat them by the bed, she turned and opened a dresser drawer pulling out a pair of white thigh highs looking them over.

Sitting on the bed she gathered one up and slipped it over her toes, and then moved it up her leg feeling the top grab about two inches above her knee cap and then did the other, she stood and stepped into her boots and looked herself over, feeling satisfied she sat upon the vanity bench and began to do her hair, she decided to go with a 1960’s bouffant Barbara Eden, I dream of genie style, pulling it up to a puff on the top and letting it all hang down her back, a red bow to accent the dress and then sprayed it lightly to hold it in place. Natalie lightly spritzed her neck and bare mid drift with her favorite scent, ‘White Diamonds’ by Elizabeth Taylor.

Natalie was happy with how she looked, sensual, sexy and innocent to a point, she was sure Chase would be pleased, she added a black liner and mascara to bring her eyes out, red to her lips and turned and walked to the door, exiting it as she looked for Chase, not seeing him she waited , when he came from his room, she moved into a modeling pose and then turned herself around for him to look over her, stopping she smiled, “approve boss man?” she asked.
 
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