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Subject: {ASSM} Secretary
Date: Sun, 27 May 2001 10:10:02 -0400
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Secretary

I run a small import/export business. Nothing fancy but
successful and I'd been expanding so I needed help. I was often
out of the office at the airport or with customers and it was
time to get someone to answer the phones and handle the
scheduling. I'd mentioned this to my sometime business associate
Graeme. He owed me more than one favour as his business was
struggling and I'd been throwing some deals his way. He had a
girl, Samantha, working part time but he couldn't keep her on. He
had set up an interview for 4 o'clock and I was thinking about
what he'd said as I waited.

"She's very efficient. I've given her quite a bit of training.
I'm sure you'll find her useful, in more ways than one. She's
very obedient".

It's an odd choice of words for a person. For a dog it made sense
but for an employee it seemed too much.

At exactly four there was a knock on the door and I let her in .
I was very pleasantly surprised by her appearance. She wore a
business suit, light grey skirt and jacket over a white blouse.
She was very pretty with full lips, long legs and generous heavy
breasts.

"I'm pleased to meet you", she said "and I want to thank you for
this opportunity".

I made some polite comment. We chatted and then I ran through her
duties which would include general assistant work. I thought we'd
finished and agreed she'd come in at nine the next day to try
out, but she had more questions.

"Is there a dress code here?", she asked.

I'm a pretty casual guy and my instinct was to say no, as her
attire was just right for the job anyway. On the other hand
Graeme's comments still intrigued me so I thought I'd play it
out.

"What sort of thing do you mean?", I asked.

"Well, Graeme insisted on skirts and blouses for female
employees", she explained.

"That will be fine", I agreed.

"Do you prefer short or long skirts?" she continued.

She had great legs so I decided to push a bit to see how far we
could go.

"I guess short is good, if you have no objections"

"How short do you like them?", it was getting interesting now.

She stood up, indicating her skirt, which was about four inches
above the knee, "Like this or shorter?"

"Well, if it's all the same to you I'd say shorter is better"

She grabbed the sides of the skirt and slid it up her thighs
another four inches. "Like this?", she asked. I had a good excuse
to examine her thighs, which I did for a few long seconds.

Sometimes you have to go for the prize. Fortune favours the bold.
"Actually, shorter would be better".

She raised the skirt to a point that was only a couple of inches
below her crotch. "Is that OK?", she asked seriously.

I motioned for her to turn around, which she did and I admit I
was beginning to feel aroused. I told her that would be
sufficient and she made a note in her little book. We discussed
blouses. I'd never had much interest in the details of clothes
but I was starting to get interested now. We decided on white
blouses. She'd taken off her jacket to show me the one she was
wearing. It was translucent, some kind of nylon. You could see
her bra through it, it was one of those lacy white things. I told
her a mix of tight or loose would be fine, her choice.

"And are there rules about underwear?.

I looked around thinking I must be on Candid Camera. "Such as?",
I raised an eyebrow. 

"Well, some bosses prefer pantihose. Some prefer bare legs and
others", she paused and glanced at me shyly, "like stockings".

"Stockings", she made another note in her book. "And panties?"

"That's up to you", I didn't feel I could go any further.

"With respect, sir, I am much more comfortable and happy in my
work if I know exactly what is expected of me", she said
politely.

Decision time again. Hell, a sexual harassment suit was a risk
worth taking. "I don't think you need any, do you?", I enquired
smiling at her.

"As you wish sir", she replied, making another note.

"But in case you do you could keep a black thong in you desk", I
suggested. "What do you suggest about bras?".

"Graeme taught me that a secretary could do worse than wear
clothes that revealed a hint of the nipples. But there are
several options available".

We discussed the different kinds of bra. I said I was partial to
those webby things that seemed to add bounce. I agreed that, like
Graeme, I considered a hint of nipples a good thing. She told me
of the different kinds of push up and shelf bras. I asked about
the one she was wearing. She offered to show it to me and I was
quick to accept the offer. She took off the blouse and stood
closer to me. I ran my thumb over a nipple and commented that a
bra, if one were worn, should allow the outline of an erect
nipple to tent through it, as this one did. I also suggested that
in the casual environment of the office a bra was not always
necessary. She agreed, of course, and added to her notes.

She allowed that Graeme had taught her that this type of
discussion could lead to a sort of tension which was
counterproductive in an office and as she had created this
tension it was her duty to relieve it. I had her kneel between my
legs and suck my cock as I fondled her breasts through the lacy
bra. I remember thinking that I had more than one reason to look
forward to coming to work from now on. I bent her over the desk
and entered her quickly. She was wet and responsive. I called
Graeme ands thanked him, telling him I thought it would work out
very well as I pumped. I hung up and pushed her to her knees took
her mouth again. She swallowed me to the root and I remarked to
myself that a well trained secretary was a godsend.





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