justagrrrl's Journal

The Personal Assistant
I had been out of work for about two weeks after quitting my totally suck ass job as a telemarketer. I don't have any college or anything, so I really didn't expect I could get much better, but I figured I could at least get something that didn't involve cold calls and people yelling and cussing you out for calling them at home. So I hit the street in a tight wrap-around red vinyl skirt and white semi-seethrough blouse to fill out applications and beg for work. I started downtown, figuring on going into every office building and hitting every office for secretarial or receptionist work.

After going into at least fifteen places and being told they were not currently hiring, etc., I walked into a modeling agency office. I didn't realize it at first, till I started looking around the reception area at all the photos of beautiful men and women covering the walls. I thought about walking right back out, figuring I couldn't possibly be qualified. Then it occurred to me that even modeling agencies must need receptionists. So I walked up to the front desk and asked if I could fill out an application for any available openings for secretarial work. The gal behind the desk gave me an application on a clipboard and told me to sit down and fill it out. When I was done I handed it back to her and she asked me to wait and someone would be out to see me. I thought that was a positive sign, as most of the other places had just taken my application and that was that.

I think I waited about twenty minutes when the receptionist looked up after taking a call and told me I could go back to Ms. Mallora's office. She told me how to find it, and I walked back and knocked on the door. A throaty female voice called out for me to come in, so I did. To make a long story short, Ms. Mallora (I still have no idea what her first name is) is the head of human resources and in charge of hiring all the models for the agency. Her personal assistant had quit the week before and she was in need of someone to screen applicants, take dictation, type letters, keep her appointment book, answer her phone and the like. She explained that occasionally she would ask me to stay late, work off hours, even weekends. And sometimes she might ask me to run errands for her, pick up dry cleaning, etc. She asked if I was OK with that. I said that I was. She told me the starting salary, and I about jumped out of the chair. Trying to play it cool I said that would "be acceptable." I saw her smile at that and realized I hadn't fooled her a bit.

She wanted me to start the next day at 8 a.m. and I said I would be there. I rose to leave and she looked me up and down as if seeing me for the first time. I kind of froze, not sure if I had been dismissed or not. Then she kind of smiled and told me that what I was wearing was acceptable and I should continue to dress like that for work. I should mention that Ms. Mallora is very tall, about 5'10", and quite attractive in a handsome kind of way. She looks like she could have been a model when she was younger. I'd guess that she's in her forties. She wears tailored business suits with mid-thigh length skirts in dark colors: black, navy, brown. The jackets are cut in such a way as to show quite a bit of her considerable cleavage.

I had been previously working in telemarketing and could basically wear anything I wanted to work since all the work was done over the telephone. I had a few nice outfits that I used when looking for work, and a few more risqu? outfits that I wore out to clubs. But I didn't have a lot of office-type clothing. I made due with what I had that first week, even wearing one of my tight little black nightclub dresses one day with fishnet stockings and black high heels. Ms. Mallora gave me a little approving nod the day I wore that into the office. So when I got my first paycheck on Friday I went out to do some shopping. Figuring that my boss liked it when I wore sexy outfits, I hit some of the dress shops where I like to buy my partying outfits. I got myself enough short skirts, transparent blouses, and jackets to go two weeks without repeating anything. I shopped with "mix-and-match" in mind. I also picked up some matching silky bra and panty sets that were on sale, and a new pair of red high heeled shoes. When I was done I had just about exhausted my paycheck, but I was happy.

The first couple weeks of work were pretty mundane. Ms. Mallora spent some time with me explaining how she liked things done. I soon learned that she was very precise and expected the same of anyone who worked for her. I applied myself to learning her filing system and how she liked her letters typed, and she seemed pleased with me. The more I worked there the more I liked it. I got to dress sexy every day. I got to see models parading in and out of my bosses office (male and female models). And the pay was phenomenal. Plus, the work was really pretty easy. Typing, filing, answering her phone, taking appointments, stuff like that. I worked 8 to 5 and took an hour lunch at noon, at the same time she did.

One day when I had been there about three weeks, I was getting ready to leave at the end of the day when Ms. Mallora stuck her head out of the office and asked if I would be available to come back in later that night at 8 p.m. She apologized for being short notice, but a promising young male model would be coming in for an interview and that was the only time he was available. She explained that any time she had extra work for me it was always optional, and I would be paid time-and-a-half for overtime. I said sure, I'd be happy to come back later.

So I went home and made myself dinner, then headed back to the office in plenty of time to get there before 8. When I got there Ms. Mallora was already in her office. She asked me to wait up front for the prospective model and show him back when he arrived. He got there promptly at 8 and I showed him back. She brought him into her office and asked me to wait, she would need me shortly. I sat at my desk, waiting for whatever she needed me to do. Thinking this was a pretty damn good job when I got paid time-and-a-half for sitting around doing nothing.

After about twenty minutes she opened the door and asked me to come in. The model was sitting on one of the visitors' chairs in front of her desk. I had noticed him earlier, of course, when I had showed him in. He was tall, about 6 feet, with broad shoulders and slender hips. He was wearing tailored chinos and a dark blue silk shirt that was open at the throat, showing some of his chest hair beneath. He has dark brown hair and brown eyes, and was drop-dead gorgeous.

Ms. Mallora asked me to come in and shut the door behind me. She explained that James (the model) hadn't done much work with other models and she wanted to see how he could work with another person, as if we were doing a photo shoot. She didn't have a camera or anything, but asked if we would pose together so she could see how well he worked with a female model. I was extremely flattered that she thought I could stand in for a model, even though no actual pictures were being taken.

I was wearing a very short, black leather skirt, a red silk blouse that was open just far enough to see the tops of my white breasts, black stockings and red high-heeled shoes. Underneath I was wearing a lacy red push-up bra and matching panties. James came over to me and seemed very comfortable moving into the various positions Ms. Mallora asked us to assume. At one point she walked over to her stereo system and turned it on, then asked us to dance together. James smiled down at me, took my hands in his, and began to move against my body in time with the music. Up until then I had been very self conscious of his presence next to me, feeling inadequate as his modeling partner. But I love to dance and it is very natural to me. So I moved against him, curling one hand around his waist, entwining the fingers of my other hand in his. We swayed together to the music, our bodies pressed up together. He felt very warm against me where his chest pressed against my breasts, his thighs against my thighs. I could smell the masculine fragrance that he used. I leaned my head against his chest and we just danced, for I don't know how long.

Finally Ms. Mallora cleared her throat and we both kind of jumped apart, as though we had been caught at something. Then she asked James if he had a problem doing any posing partially or completely undressed. He said he didn't and she gestured at him. He looked slightly startled, then began unbuttoning his shirt. He pulled it out of his chinos, finished unbuttoning it and then pulled it off. Looking around uncertainly, he smiled at me and handed me his shirt. The silk was still warm from his body. Ms. Mallora stood back and looked him over, gesturing for him to turn around. His body looked perfect, as though sculpted by gods. His chest had a light covering of dark hair, with a narrow line of hair down his belly, disappearing into his pants. She gestured at him again, indicating that he should remove his pants. He kicked off his loafers, then glanced over at me and smiled again. He unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, slipping them down to his ankles then quickly stepping out of them. Then he was standing there in his underwear and socks. He was wearing bikini briefs, blue bikini briefs. And the bottom half of him was just as perfectly sculpted as the top half of him. He turned in a slow circle again without waiting for Ms. Mallora's indication to do so. We both got a good look at the package that was tucked into the front of his briefs.

Ms. Mallora simply looked at him, frowning slightly. After he turned his circle James just stood there uncertainly. He looked at her, not sure what to do next. After another minute of staring at him she suddenly said that they had enough dark-haired models for the spring catalog and that they probably couldn't use him but that she would keep his resume and call him if there was an opening. The look of disappointment that came over his face was almost comic. I think I would have laughed if he hadn't been standing there in his underwear. He asked if she was sure and if there wasn't maybe another project he could work on, anything. His voice was pleading. Ms. Mallora had already turned away from him, but then she turned back and looked at him again. Slowly, as if the thought was just occurring to her, she said that she did indeed have another project that he might be appropriate for. This was news to me as I knew the only project she needed models for at the time was the spring line catalog.

She said that she needed someone who would be willing to do something a bit more risqu? than the average catalog. She asked him if he were too modest to pose in the nude. He said no, of course not. Then she asked him if he would be willing to pose with another person in the nude, perhaps more than one person. His smile turned a little uncertain, but he said he could do that. Then for the kicker, she asked him if he would be willing to be filmed posing in a simulated sex act. His face reddened slightly, but he said he would be willing if the price was right. Ms. Mallora walked up close to him and leaned in to whisper in his ear. His eyes opened wide and he looked directly at her as if to ask if he had heard her correctly. She whispered in his ear again, and this time his gaze turned to me, taking me in as if seeing me for the first time. She whispered in his ear a third time, and he turned back to look at her, then slowly nodded his head.

She stepped back and he stepped out of his underwear. Whatever she had said had apparently begun to arouse him because his penis was already semi-erect when it popped out of his briefs. And semi-erect was pretty damn impressive. I wondered what it would look like hard, then began to wonder if I was about to find out. I didn't know what Ms. Mallora had whispered in his ear, but I felt the change of atmosphere in the room. There was a decided sexual charge that hadn't been there a moment before. Then Ms. Mallora walked over to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear. She said that she was interested to see how James performed under pressure. She was working on a secret project that the company didn't know about, her own personal project for another company that produced porn magazines. The pay was very good, she explained. She said she was taking me into her confidence because she trusted me and I was a good personal assistant. If I was interested in helping her with the project, she said, the compensation would be very lucrative. She said she needed to see if James was able to have sex while being watched, even filmed, and directed. She said that if I was willing to have sex with James while she watched and video taped it, she would pay me $5000. I think I jumped a bit when she said that, but I didn't even hesitate. It wouldn't exactly be hard to have sex with someone as sexy and good looking as James. If she had to watch and tape it while we were doing it, what was the big deal in that? I said yes.

Ms. Mallora went over to a cabinet on one wall and unlocked it. She opened it to reveal a television set and VCR. She then opened a drawer under the TV and pulled out a home video camera. She put a blank cassette in the camera, turned it on, then turned to face us. James walked over to me, smiling at me. When he reached the spot where I stood, he took my hand and led me back into the center of the room. He then leaned down to kiss me. The kiss was gentle at first, then he inserted his tongue between my lips and began to explore my mouth with his tongue. Deeper and deeper he pressed it into my mouth, and I kissed him back with the same intensity. In fact, so intense was the kiss that I didn't realize he was unbuttoning my shirt until it slipped off my shoulders and I felt the cold air against my back. He slid his hands around to my front and cupped both my bra-covered breasts in his warm hands. He began to caress them, then squeeze them in his hands. His mouth slipped off mine and he trailed kisses down my neck, making a line to my breasts. He pulled the bra down far enough to reveal my nipples, then pulled one of them into his mouth. I moaned as he sucked hard on my nipple, pinching the other nipple in his fingers to make it hard. Both my nipples became very hard as he alternated between them, sucking on one and pinching the other. After a time he drew back and looked at me below him with my head thrown back and my nipples standing out.

His hand caressed my stomach, trailing down the front of my short skirt until he was under it. He groaned slightly when he discovered that instead of pantyhose I was wearing thigh-high stockings. His fingers ran up the insides of my thighs to my panty-covered pussy, which was already damp with anticipation of his touch. He gently ran his fingers over my mound, encased as it was in lace. With his other hand he was unzipping the back of my skirt. He then stepped back as my skirt fell to the floor and left me standing there in my red bra, panties, black thigh-high stockings and red high heels. He took my hand and helped me step out of my skirt, then twirled me around slowly as he had done for Ms. Mallora. That reminded me that she was in the room. I had completely forgotten. I glanced over to see her leaning against the edge of her desk with the video camera at her shoulder.

Putting her out of my mind, I turned back to James. He pulled me to him and kissed me deeply, his hands groping my panty-clad ass. His fingers trailed along the crack, then down into the crevice between my legs. He brought one hand forward and began stroking me through my panties. I could feel a wet spot growing on the front of them as he continued teasing me with his fingers. Then he pulled my panties down my legs, going down on his knees in front of me to pull them completely off. I raised one foot at a time to help him get them off. He then brought his hands around to my ass and pulled me forward, burying his face in my pussy. I moaned as his tongue moved up my slit, finding my clit and sucking hard on it. My pussy was already wet and soon his face was soaked with my juices as he teased my clit with his teeth and tongue. Then he slipped first one finger, then two deep inside me and began to finger fuck me. The combination of his fingers against my g-spot and him sucking hard on my clit put me over the edge and my body bucked convulsively as I came hard. I almost fell over as my knees turned to jelly, my orgasm coursing through me in wave after wave of warmth and shivers.

When I was almost recovered, James rose to his feet and pulled me into his arms for a long kiss. I could taste my own juices on his mouth as I kissed him deeply. I felt his erection hard against my stomach as he held me close. Then he pulled me down to the floor with him, laying me out on the plush carpet of Ms. Mallora's office floor. I was looking into James's eyes as he loomed over me, his erection sticking out in front of him, huge and purple. Then something flew in from my peripheral vision and landed on my stomach. I looked down to see a condom wrapper. James picked it up and opened it, then unrolled the condom onto his throbbing penis, which was jumping with each beat of his heart. Leaning down over me, he ran his dick up and down the length of my slit, getting it wet with my own juices. I moaned and reached for him, lost for words and wanting him deep inside me. I whimpered as he continued to tease me, slipping just the tip of his penis inside me, then pulling back out to rub it against my clit some more.

Finally he looked deep into my eyes, and rammed the entire length of his cock deep inside me. I grunted, then squealed as he hit spots inside me that had never felt the caress of a penis before. He immediately established a rhythm, thrusting hard into me, going faster and faster. I tipped my head back and arched my back, trying to take more of him into me, deeper and deeper. I could feel my next orgasm building up inside me. Then it crested and I arched my back further, pushing my pelvis up into his as I bucked and screamed out that I was coming. He grabbed my hips with both hands and pulled me into him as hard as he could, thrusting and thrusting until I thought I would burst with him.

"OK, that's good, very good," came a voice from above us. I looked up to see Ms. Mallora with her video camera aimed straight down at us. She seemed to be zoomed in on my face, capturing my expression in the moment of orgasm. "Now lay down on the floor James, and let her get on top of you," she directed.

I was a little annoyed to discover that she was still there, and telling us what to do. But I wasn't embarrassed to be doing this in front of her, much to my surprise. And the idea of riding that magnificent prick appealed to me, so I didn't argue. James pulled out of me and helped me up off the floor, then took my place on the deep carpet. I straddled his body, but instead of sitting on his prick, I moved up until my pussy was over his face. He smiled up at me and pulled me down until his mouth covered me and he started to suck my juices out of me. I groaned as he pushed his tongue deep into me, then moved his thumb to cover my clit and began to rub back and forth across it. I rocked slowly on his face, thoroughly enjoying the sensations that his tongue brought to me. After a long time, I slid down his body until I was poised above his erect and condom-clad penis. Reaching down, I took it in my hand and guided it to my opening. Slowly I sank down onto it with a moan.

Immediately I could feel his cock rub against my g-spot. I had more control of angle and tempo in this position, and began to rock back and forth against him, grinding my pubic bone against him. His prick slid back and forth inside me, exciting me and hitting my g-spot with every grind. I picked up the pace, throwing my head back and putting my hands on his thighs behind me for support. My pelvis had a motion of its own, seemingly not connected to me. I rocked on him, sliding his cock against the hot spot inside me until I began to boil over. With a load moan I closed my eyes and felt my pussy spasm around his cock deep inside me. Shuddering, I leaned forward and collapsed against his chest. Sensing that I was still coming, he grasped my hips and continued to thrust up into me. "Yes, yes," I moaned into his chest as my orgasm continued to rock through my body, washing over me in wave after wave of ecstasy.

"All right, that was great," came Ms. Mallora's voice from some where in front of me. I looked up to see her leaning against her desk. Movie camera still on her shoulder, she had hiked up her skirt and was rubbing her pussy through her pantyhose as she watched us. "Flip her over now James and fuck her from behind," she commanded.

Apparently not one to argue, James picked my limp body up off him, turned around and placed me on my hands and knees on the floor with my ass facing my boss, so she would have a good view as he penetrated me. He then got behind me and reached down to caress my dripping pussy. I moaned as he penetrated me with his fingers, rubbing my over-sensitive clit with his thumb. Leaning down he kissed a trail down my spine, leaving a wet track as he made his way down to my ass. Then he ran his tongue over my asshole, causing me to jump and moan with the sensation. He ran his tongue over it again, getting it nice and wet. Then he stiffened his tongue and attempted to push it into my ass. Not getting very far he then licked one of his fingers until it was nice and wet and pushed that against my sphincter. I jumped a little as I felt it go inside me, but not very far. There was a pause, then I felt something cold against my asshole. He was dribbling lubricant out of a tube all over my ass. He took his warm hands and rubbed the slippery lubricant all over my asscheeks, caressing my butthole with his fingers. Trying again, he pushed his finger inside me. Then he slid it back out and started pushing it back into me again. Each time he pushed in it went a little farther, until I felt his hand against my ass and knew he had his entire finger inside me.

He groaned a little as he started to finger fuck my ass. I looked back over his shoulder and saw that his erection had grown huge despite the fact that it hadn't been touched in some time. Leaving a finger in my ass, he reached down with his other hand and guided his cock into my pussy. Keeping his eyes open and riveted on the finger in my ass, he began to fuck me. Slowly at first, then picking up the pace, he moved his finger in and out of my ass with the same rhythm that he fucked my pussy with his cock. Then he pulled his finger out completely and I felt the cold lube dribble onto my asshole again. This time when he pressed his finger against me I could tell that he was using two fingers. They felt huge going into my ass. He reached around with his other hand and began to rub my clit. I groaned as his cock slid deep into my pussy and his fingers fucked my ass. He picked up the pace against my clit, grinding the palm of his hand against my pussy. My moans quickly became gasps and strangled cries as the triple stimulation put me over the edge again. I felt my pussy spasming around his cock as my ass spasmed around his finger. With a groan and a hard thrust against me, I felt his prick throb inside me as he came hard. He continued to fuck my ass with his fingers as he kept his cock deep inside me.

Finally he pulled out of me, and I suddenly felt empty at the absence of his fingers and dick. I collapsed sideways onto the carpet and found myself looking at Ms. Mallora. She was still leaning against the desk, but she had put the camera onto a tripod at some point and removed her pantyhose. She wasn't wearing any panties underneath. She had taken out a silver vibrator and had apparently just given herself an intense orgasm with it. Her eyes were a bit glazed over and her hair had come loose and was hanging down around her face. Her face and throat were flushed with her arousal and she looked like a completely different person than the prim and proper woman I had known as my boss.

"Mmmm," she murmured. "That was very nice. Perhaps you'll do." She was looking at James, who was still on his knees on the carpet, the full condom dangling from the end of his limp penis. He grinned weakly at her. "It seems you are an ass man. Is that right?" His grin spread across his face and he nodded. "You liked that, didn't you? Having your finger in her ass. I'll bet you were thinking of fucking that tight ass, weren't you? Didn't you think of what it would be like to spurt your cream deep in her clutching ass when you were coming?" He nodded again.

"Well, I think turnabout is fair play. Don't you?" and it was her turn to grin down at him. The smile on his face faltered a bit as he said he didn't know what she was talking about. "I want to know if you can get as good as you give," she said. "It's only fair, after all."

"I, I, I don't know," he stammered. His face had turned a bit pale and he was looking a little uncomfortable. He looked down and saw his penis hanging there, still encased in the condom. He pulled the condom off, knotted it and tossed it in her trash can. "I think maybe I'd better go," he murmured.

"Don't you want the job?" she asked him. He stood up in front of her and looked down at his hands, not saying anything. She leaned forward and whispered something in his ear. His head jerked up as he looked at her incredulously. "You serious?" he asked. "Very," she said. "But you have to play by my rules and do as I say. Are you game?"

James appeared to be in serious thought. What he was thinking about apparently pained him because I could see it in his face as he warred with himself. I guessed that she had whispered a dollar amount in his ear, and he was trying to decide if his own humiliation was worth that much money. Finally, Ms. Mallora leaned forward again and whispered in his ear once more. That apparently decided him, and he nodded. She walked over to her desk and took out a single sheet of paper. Handing it to him, she explained that it was a contract that he should read and sign. I saw his eyes widen as he read it through, but he signed it and handed it back to her.

"Now, Jenny," she said to me. "In the drawer under the video cabinet you will find a variety of items. Please take them out and bring them over here." Following her direction I opened the top drawer to see a huge number of vibrators, dildoes, masks, restraints, strap-ons, butt plugs, and even a cat-o-nine tails. I selected a strap-on and the cat-o-nine tails and brought them over to where she had James leaning over the sofa. "Now," she said. "We'll see how James likes a bit of his own treatment."

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