When Sophia first entered my office I could feel the shy nervousness emanating from her. She was dressed in a grey skirt that hung slightly below the knee and a white sweater, a rather frumpy look, but even beneath that unflattering style I could see the hints of a lovely figure, a young woman with nice, well-proportioned hips, large but not too large breasts, and moderately long legs for a girl who stood around 5ft 4 inches. The white sweater had an interesting, blue swirling pattern sewn around the shoulders. Her hair was light blond, and it was pulled back in a ponytail. Her lips were full and soft and lovely and her big blue eyes were bright. Her face had an innocent and girlish look, with a pinkish blush around her cheeks, but she was anything but girlish. No, she was a young woman.
I have always had a gift for summing up people the moment I meet them, and I knew the moment I met her she was a woman with little experience in life, especially in the fine arts of erotic delight. No, she was girl who had spent most of her time doing well academically, being a good girl, a proper girl who did all the proper things a proper girl does, all the proper academic clubs and organizations, pleasing her parents and teachers and friends, attending a good church, and presenting herself as a model of uprightness to the world, a world full of corruption and darkness, and corrupt and dark men, such as myself. But she was a good girl and as a good, upright girl she ultimately wanted and hoped to be rewarded for that. Her reward was now at hand: she was in my office. Occasionally I liked to interview certain people, as this allowed me to know for certain whom we were hiring. And now I was interviewing this Sophia.
“And you are Sophia?” I held out my hand. “Welcome. It is nice to meet you.”
“Oh, thank you sir.” She met my hand and her hand was soft and smooth and easily fit within mine. I touched her shoulder gently and guided her to a chair in front of my desk.
“Have a seat. We can get started.”
She sat down, and as she did I sensed her shyness and awkwardness. Yes, she was inexperienced. Young. Perhaps too young. I really did not know.
I looked at her resume. Twenty five years old. Yes, she was far too young. But perhaps she had some role in my business for the future.
“So, I see you earned a bachelor’s degree from Princeton, and then you took a year off to do some Peace Corp work in Africa, and then you entered an MBA program at Penn. Impressive. And now as you are about to graduate you are looking to work here, in my company?
“Yes, yes sir, I really would enjoy working for you, and your business.”
“So, tell me a little about yourself.”
She told me everything, how she grew up in a small New England town, had been the valedictorian of her private high school, was third in her class at an elite college, enjoyed her time serving poor and destitute children in Africa, and was now about to graduate near the top of her business school class. She attended church on a regular basis, had a boyfriend, and was looking for a standard life of babies and barbecues. We talked about her business skills, and she certainly had many, and by the end of the interview I knew she could at least do the work in my company. She spoke well, and through her shyness she was able to express what she wanted, and this impressed me. There was a certain sweetness to her that touched me.
I always kept my interviews with prospective employees informal and casual, as I could tell rather quickly whether someone would fit into the structure I had built for my business. Having just had illicit sex with Gael, I was not really looking at Sophia is a sexual way. She was simply another employee who would be working for me. There had been many throughout the years, and I did not approach them in a sexual way. Gael was unusual in this respect, and at this moment it was Gael who was in my thoughts. Yes, despite my normally insatiable sexual appetite, and my utter degeneracy when it came to things like this, at this moment raw sexual desire was not driving me.
Or so I thought.
Nature does have its way of inserting its influence when you are not expecting, or even wanting it. My instincts were too feral to change. So, the first thing she needed to feel was my physical presence. Even though I felt satiated from my delightful passion with Gael, the instinct immediately began to stir in me, that instinct to pursue and ultimately have another pretty girl.
Holding her resume, I stood up from my desk and walked over to her, to the nice soft chair on which she was sitting, and she looked down and then looked back up at me. I stood next to her, close enough so she could feel my presence, but not too close.
“Yes, Sophia, this is all quite impressive.”
Since I had not really had time to clean myself after my encounter with Gael, and I actually enjoyed her scent of sex on me, I believed Sophia somehow, perhaps only in a subconscious way, sensed that. Girls, no matter how inexperienced, do have this uncanny ability to know when a man has been with another woman. I never understood this, except that I know it is true. Perhaps it is their stronger sense of smell, their higher social awareness, or whatever it is, somehow they know, even if they do not even know you personally. They just give you that look, a look of curiosity and intrigue and interest. You can see it in their eyes. And for a split second, Sophia gave me that look. Whether the room still had that aroma of sex and perfume from Gael, or Gael’s scent was still on me, which it was, and that is what she was aware of, I was unsure. But her eyes, at least for a moment, betrayed this curiosity, and when she looked at my body and batted her eyelashes for that brief second, I knew she was processing all this. She shifted in the chair, crossed her legs in a different direction, and touched her hair. Her eyes darted from the window to me and back. She ran her hands down her skirt, along the top of her thighs to her knees, smoothing out the fabric. Yes, she sensed something.
She cleared her throat. “Thank you, sir. If you hire me you will not be disappointed.”
It was good she was already addressing me in the proper way, although at this moment, the moment of our first meeting, she had no idea what that meant. When she addressed me as “sir” my mind was immediately filled with various images of her addressing me as such in situations which were far different from a sterile work environment.
I looked at her, her prim and proper innocence and naivete, and as some forbidden thoughts and images about her darted through my mind, I felt myself becoming aroused. It was not a full arousal, but just enough of an arousal to swell me so that the girth and length of my penis became apparent beneath my slacks. I knew this because I could feel it, and when I felt it, at the same time I noticed Sophia’s eyes glance at me, at that area where this arousal was taking place. She immediately bowed her head, looked away, and cleared her voice again. I felt a bit of tension between us.
“I think there might be a future here for you, Sophia.”
“I would like that. Working here would be a dream job. I have heard so many good things about this organization, and you, sir.”
“Yes.” I walked back to my desk, and sat on the edge. “But I am demanding. I except the best from my employees. What we do here, the importance, means we are the best in the industry. Everyone who works here must adhere to these demands. So if I hire you, you must be prepared to give all of yourself…” and I stood up from my desk and walked back over to her, stood close, and lowered my voice, “and I mean all of yourself to my business. There are many things I may ask of you. I will expect you to agree to those. If you do, I think you will enjoy the rewards, and your own personal growth and advancement will be great. Do you understand that, Sophia?”
“Yes, sir. I do.”
“This is now the real world. You are no longer in an antiseptic academic environment or some idealistic Peace Corp organization. If you work for me you must leave all that behind.”
“You won’t be disappointed. I can promise you that, sir.”
Disappointed. She said that word again, and this time the word immediately conjured up Gael in my mind. I walked back over to my desk, and while looking out the window I thought of all we had now been through, and what was happening within me regarding her. And there was Sophia. New. Inexperienced. Innocent. Very different from Gael. Gael had somehow managed to work her way into my inner being. What would Sophia do? She was too young for that. And yet there she was, sitting in front of me, looking up at me with those big, bright and very innocent blue eyes. I thought of how a few minutes before she came in, a woman was in my office who had now experienced the most secret and darkest parts of my personality. I woman I had just fucked. On the very desk that was a few feet from where this girl was sitting. And this woman, Gael, enjoyed this, all of it, the hidden and secret passions, the kink, extreme or not, and everything between. She was in my mind. I did not want her there. How do I get her out of it?
Gael, sultry, sexy and passionate. A terrible temper. Can be a total, nitpicky bitch. Extremely strong willed. Demanding to be controlled, wanting to be submissive, needing to be disciplined. A desire to nurture and pamper buried beneath her sexuality. A woman who enjoyed love and the pleasures of love and being loved and loving. I had to take her to the darkest places of my degenerate life to finally break her, and she needed extreme measures, and once broken, she was now mine. She went there. She enjoyed it. She would want to go back. I had felt, and had been feeling for a long time, my desire for her growing, swelling beyond the natural levees that I place around myself, a kind of protection from the more volatile elements of my personality. I cannot let myself get overwhelmed. And yet Gael was stirring that. And now those passions had crested the levees and were spilling over into all of my being. Yes, Gael, yes, it is all true…
And now, what did I have here? This new girl, this new creature who had suddenly come into my office, and she was so different from Gael. And yet those same desires were stirring, immediately, the curiosity, the wonder of what lay beneath that proper demeanor of this new employee of mine, what she might be like if introduced to the less proper areas of life, and yes she was now a new employee because at that moment as she was staring at me with those wonderfully innocent blue eyes in her all so proper dress and attitude, I hired her. And I hired her for more reasons than simply her potential in a business sense. I hired her because my erotic passions were simply too strong for me to ignore.
I hired Sophia, but she was not going to start her job for several months. Her start date was June 1. In the meantime, there was Gael, Gael with her husband and her submission to me and now that she was broken, she would be a model personal assistant of mine. I had built a kaleidoscope structure for my business, a complicated web with various divisions, some clear and some not so clear, and I planned to keep Sophia in a different division of the company, so as to keep her separate from Gael. Also, Sophia would not have the access to my office that Gael had. No, that might become a problem at work. Perhaps. At least these were my thoughts the day I hired Sophia.
One day Gael and I were driving to a business meeting at a local bank. Some funds needed to be secured for an international trade. She was dressed in her sultry way, a tight blue, low cut dress, and as I drove I found myself running my hands up her leg which itself was covered by black nylon stockings. I always loved the feel of the warmth of her most precious area.
Sporting a pair of dark sunglasses, she had the passenger side visor down and was inspecting herself in the little mirror, fixing her hair. She still had it dyed platinum blonde. Her full lips were red and luscious.
“You know, sir, I think that secret house of yours needs a makeover. Sometimes it takes a woman’s eye to improve the look of a place. I noticed a few things that might be improved.”
Her audacity was stunning. That she had now advanced to a place where she felt she could offer me such a suggestion was marked.
I looked over at her. “Well, I really had not thought about that much. I suppose. Why? Did you have something in mind?”
“Yes, there were a few things that I could improve. Furniture. A few more paintings on the wall. Things that like.”
I slowed the car down at a rapidly approaching yellow light, and looked out the driver’s side mirror. There was not much traffic behind me. “Well yes, I suppose that might help.”
“And that little bondage and discipline torture dungeon of yours?” She laughed. “Yes, that could use a little work. Really, sir, it is a bit too spartan and harsh. You know, a woman does like to have such fun in at least a little bit of comfort. A cushion on that table might be nice. I was worried I might get some splinters in my ass when you were sliding me around on that.”
I returned the laughter. “Yes, I can see what are saying.
“And that little bimbo slut of yours, what’s her name?” She slapped shut the lid of the little mirror on the visor. It made a loud clicking sound. “Oh yeah, Jennifer…well she does not have a sense for such things. I do.” She then thrust the visor up towards the windshield. That made a loud sound too.
The light turned green and I pressed my foot on the accelerator. “Well, Jennifer is back on the West coast right now. Whether she ever comes back is a question.”
“Good. Because the next time I am a bitch and you plan on sticking a ginger root up my ass to punish me and put me in my place, I want you to be the one doing it.”
I rapidly sped the car up, breaking the speed limit. Fortunately, there were no cops around to see me.
It was at this bank meeting that I first realized what an asset Gael was to me, and my business. When we walked into the room, just Gael and myself, and the three bank executives noticed us, and especially her, I felt the atmosphere transform from one of serious business to more lighthearted and convivial. This is always essential for a successful business deal. We talked and laughed and joked a bit. We enjoyed a drink. The men enjoyed Gael’s beauty.
The men, older and grey and distinguished, clearly liked Gael, and I could immediately see each one of them admiring her lovely and sexy body. Her low-cut dress gave more than a hint of her smooth shoulders and soft breasts. They probably thought she was simply a trophy employee of mine, someone I could hang on my arms to impress the local powers, a sort of item to spice up a meeting, and better my leverage. But what they did not foresee was her business acumen. I sat back and let her do the negotiating.
She stood before the conference table around which the men were seating and bending over to pick up her notes and fire up her laptop, she gave the men a nice glimpse of her lovely cleavage. An image of financial charts and graphs appeared on a larger screen on the wall, and as it did, she spoke with a calm and cool confidence. I noticed the men struggling to keep their eyes focused on the information on the wall screen. “Well, according to my facts and figures,” she said, “if we invest the 20 million here, our investment will earn us an addition 50 million, and that is only in the first few months or perhaps a year. In five years, we are talking about at billion. If we have an overall good economy, we most likely we will be earning over ten to twenty billion.” As she walked over to the wall screen to highlight some facts and figure, her figure moved beneath the blue dress in sinuous, seductive motion. The men around the table did not know what to look at, the boring, sterile graphs projected on the screen, or the woman standing before them projecting a raw and exciting and dangerous sexuality.
One of them, a fat man with a sweaty forehead, trying his best to sound coherent and intelligent, said, “But Gael, the market is not projected to be that vigorous over the next two quarters. I mean, my information tells me…”
Gael immediately cut him off. She spoke with authority. “Oh no, it will. Trust me.” She went through all the facts, detail by detail, overwhelming them with her knowledge. She mentioned something about moving this asset to Milan, that asset from Dubai, and another asset to Tokyo. It was so complicated, even I did not follow all the details of her presentation. That was not my forte. No, my skills came at imagining a big plan, spotting talent and then utilizing it to the best of my abilities to see that plan enacted. And taking risks.
Once done, she sat down, and the show ended for the distinguished bank executives. They all stared at each other, processing what they had just seen and heard.
She sat and waited for some response, and when no response came, she immediately showed her bitch shield. “Now, if you do not trust me, we can easily take our business to the next big bank down the road.” Again, she spoke with supreme authority, the confidence of a woman who had been through a severe trial, survived and even thrived, a trial such as a night spent in the darkness of a strange BDSM dungeon in a remote old plantation house with a bizarre and troubled history.
“Well then, perhaps we are wasting each other’s time here.” The bitch shield was now in full bitch mode. Gael gathered her papers, shut the laptop, and started to put her business items back into her folders. She shifted on the chair. She was about to get up. The grey-haired men at the bank looked at me for guidance. The fat man’s forehead was even sweatier. I just sat there, resting my chin on my thumb, my forefinger on my cheek, and stared at them, saying nothing. Another executive, a pencil thin man who looked like he once chaired his high school calculus club, aimlessly shuffled his papers as well. They all looked at each other. Silence overcame the room. I made a motion as if about to get up from my chair.
The chairman suddenly chimed in. He was in better shape than the fat man or the pencil man, good looking and impressive. This is why he was the chairman. “Well, we think we can most likely take this risk. Gentleman, what do you think?”
The fat man spoke. “How does five percent interest sound on the loan?”
Gael retorted immediately “Two and a half percent.” The beads of sweat on the fat man’s face suddenly became larger. I thought that was not possible. I almost offered him a handkerchief.
Speechless, they all looked at each other. Gael stood up. I sat and stared.
The distinguished man stepped in. “Two and a half percent. Done.”
They all agreed, and a new financial deal had been made with one of the largest banks in the country. In the first month we earned fifty million. The bank earned well on the loan’s interest. Everyone was more than satisfied.
After that meeting Gael and I were driving back to my office. I touched her on the arm. “Are you hungry. I would like some lunch.”
“Oh yes, I am famished!”
“Good. There is a nice restaurant at the Ritz Carlton. It is right around the corner. Let’s go there.”
“Sounds lovely!” She straightened out her hair again.
We arrived at the hotel, a wonderful hotel built during the golden age of great and grand old hotels, built with granite blocks and exquisitely crafted stonework, and the valet took my car, and we entered the magnificent, spacious lobby filled with smooth and shining white marble and crystalline chandeliers, and walked to the front desk. A man in a nicely tailored suit met us. “Good to see you again, sir. How are you today?”
“Doing just well.”
“Glad to hear that. Would you like your normal suite. It is available today.”
“Yes. That would be great.”
Gael stood next to me. She was silent. The bellhops were admiring her loveliness. The man at the desk noticed them. “Do you need any assistance, sir?”
“No, we are good.”
Gael and I got into the elaborate, art deco designed elevator, and when I pressed the button for the fifteenth floor, she put her arms around me and kissed me with a wet, luscious kiss. “Oh yes, sir, I know what we are going to do. Lunch? Ha! You are a bad boy, aren’t you?” She softly slapped my face. I ran my hand up her dress, and she was drenched with her normal, hot sexy wetness.
When we reached the room, an old fashioned executive suite with a large couch, a small bar, a kitchen, a large bathroom with marble tiles, and an inviting king size bed with comfortable pillows and blue blankets I immediate took Gale in my arms, and we kissed those passionate kisses of ours, and within a minute her dress and underwear were off and we found ourselves on the bed, and without any foreplay she had unzipped my pants and I had pulled them off, and with my shirt and tie still on I was inside her, and we were fucking, a hot and fast and furious fuck, and as we fucked I whispered in her ear, “They all wanted to fuck you, all those bank executives, Gael, and you ended up fucking them over.”
“Oh yes, sir, I wanted to be a good girl for you. Was I? Did I do well, sir.”
“Yes, you were more than a good girl, Gael. You were a bad girl, and that is what I like.”
I pumped her hard and fast.
“Did I please you, sir?”
“Yes. And now your reward is that you are going to get fucked by me, all day long, and all night long.”
“Oh thank you, sir. Yes I hope I am doing well as your personal assistant.”
I turned her around to fuck her from behind. I grabbed her hips and admired the curve of her lovely ass as I pushed my big, hard cock inside of her. She screamed.
“You are the best personal assistant I have ever had, Gael.”
I came in her, pumping her with a full, hot load of my semen, and the feeling of filling her with my essence was enhanced by the intensity of her moans as she felt me filling her at the same time.
We spent the rest of that day fucking, between ordering room service, and we decided to spend the night there too, with more room service, and into the next morning, fucking again and again, with more room service. Gael called her husband and told him she had to spend all night at the office dealing with a sudden business problem. He did not object. Yes, she had made him her bitch, as I had made her mine. Things were now how they were supposed to be. Gael was learning.
Later that month we met the president of the bank at a social event, a midday social business event, and Gael was present. The CEO told her how impressed he was with her abilities, and now Gael was gaining a reputation among the rich and powerful of my industry. Her life would never be the same.
But this was only one side of my business. There was another side, a side Gael was not quite familiar with yet. But I knew she was reaching the point where she would be ready to become part of that, and that she would excel in that part too.
A few more months passed, and although we were both busy with our respective lives, Gael and I still found time for our clandestine erotic encounters. Late winter melted into spring and spring into summer and all the warmth that summer brings was now enveloping our world. June 1st arrived, and with that arrival so did Sophia as a full time employee of mine.
It was a hot morning, and I was not even aware that Sophia would be starting that day. Yes, I had interviewed her a few months before, but that was all. I had all but forgotten about her, especially as I was being consumed with my torrid passion for Gael. She was too much of a low level, entry employee of mine for me to care. Her access to me would be extremely limited, if she had any access at all, that is, unless I wanted it otherwise.
I was walking into the building late that morning, and as I passed the greeting desk I noticed a pretty young woman sitting on one of the lobby chairs. She was looking through some papers in a folder, eagerly thumbing the pages. Her light blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and I could see the serious focus she was giving the papers. She was dressed in a very formal and conservative business outfit, a grey skirt and jacket. It was a blue folder, which meant it was one of our orientation folders, and that this young woman must be here on her first day of work. Yes, she was. I walked over to her and greeted her.
“Hello Sophia. I hope your first day is a good one.”
She looked up and gasped. “Oh sir, thank you! I…I was not expecting to see you this morning.”
“Well, the world is full of surprises. Isn’t it?”
She smiled and I turned to head to the elevator. My office, and whatever things, official and unofficial that happened there, were waiting for me.