New Pet – The Interview

“Mr. Wolfe, your 4:40 appointment is here,” the voice of his assistant Kimberly announced.

“Thank you Kimberly, send her in. Send all my calls to the service and call it a day. I will see you in the morning,” he responded.

He sat back in his leather chair, behind his granite desk. He wondered what he had gotten himself into. His appointment, a new potential pet for him to enjoy. All he knew about her was that she was needy, or that was the deion his friend had given him.

The friend was a fellow Dom, however he did not take the lifestyle as serious. He had a steady, vanilla girlfriend and only practiced on the side. Apparently the new girl required more guidance and time than he was willing to sacrifice, so he had contacted Bart and referred him to her.

The door opened. He sat up in his chair a little. His right elbow pressed into the arm of the chair, his right hand rubbed the stubble on his chin. At fifty, he still considered himself in good shape. Although not as chiseled as he once was, his fast paced life allowed him to burn unwanted fat.

The big oak door closed. He placed both arms on the desk and scooted his chair closer. He watched as she walked in. Her heels clanked on the floor as she slowly approached his desk. She was dressed in a modest, church going dress. The top was buttoned at the bottom of her neck, the waist was tight enough to show off her thin hourglass figure. The hem went below the knee. He was pleased so far.

She was a pretty girl. He guessed she was around twenty-five or twenty-six, with ginger red hair. Her face was pale, with high cheekbones, small button nose and thin lips. Freckles highlighted her face. Her arms and legs matched her petite frame. Her hips were narrow, and her chest, although covered looked to be medium which pleased him.

“Have a seat Miss Hood, my name is Bart Wolfe, it is a pleasure to meet you.”

He stood and extended his hand and they shook before she took a seat in one of the chairs in front of his desk. He sat down and planted his elbows on his desk. His fingers intertwined in front of his face as he watched her.

She sat, she crossed her legs like a lady and placed her hands in her lap. “Indeed a pleasure, Mr. Wolfe. You may call me Lita.”

He smiled as he sat back in his chair. “Lita it is then. Please, Lita tell me about yourself.”

She took a deep breath. He could tell she was nervous. “This feels like a job interview,” she giggled.

Strike one, he thought.