Slutty Secretary

I’ve always written fiction short stories, but have always toyed with the idea of trying my hand with sex stories. This is my first attempt! I hope you enjoy it!

XOXO,
Nicole.

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It was 7:00 in the morning and I was having a hard time keeping my hands from shaking. The economy was slow and I had been on countless interviews in the past week looking for a new job. At only age 21, I didn’t really have many credentials or work experience unless you counted cheerleading in college and a brief stint at Hooter’s. I had just about given up hope of finding a decent position, when I ran across a Craigslist Ad:

“Are you outgoing? Open-minded? and willing to get the job done!? If you’re a woman between the ages of 18 and 29, call now to set up an interview for our spectacular secretarial position”

The age requirement did strike me as odd, but then I figured that it was important for a secretary to look good, and young is always good. I also didn’t have many options, so I pick up the phone. It rang maybe twice before a raspy woman’s voice appeared on the other end. I told her that I’d read their ad and would like to set an interview. After asking me a few questions: my name, age, hair color, height, and weight, I responded hesitantly with my answers:

Name: Nicole
Age: 21
Hair color: Black
Height: 5’9”
Weight: 135 lbs

I thought the questions were a bit odd, but I complied, and was given an address for the interview the next day and to ask for Mr. Harvey.

7:24 a.m.
I pulled in front of a large, brick building right on the edge of downtown. Anyone passing would not have even recognized it. There was no business name on the business front and had there not been a small flyer on the door that said “Harvey Enterprises,” I would’ve assumed that I was in the wrong place.

With an uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach, I proceeded into the building and down the white-tiled hall way and emerged into a dimly lit, carpeted room. One wall was lined with several plush armchairs, and at the opposite wall was a wooden desk behind which sat a middle-aged, red-headed woman in horn-rimmed glasses. The room was empty except for the two of us, but I could here the muffle of voices coming from the only door in the room which was shut closed.

I approached the woman at the desk and knew immediately when she spoke that she was the woman from the phone. She barely paid me notice and simply handed me a tablet to sign my name and date and told me to take a seat.

I wasn’t waiting long, maybe 5-6 minutes, when the voices behind the door become a bit louder, I could make out just the end of a seemingly bad conversation:

“…do you think you’re doing?!”

“You pig!”

The door was jerked open suddenly, and a flustered girl with curly blonde hair emerged looking quite furious. She glanced furtively at me as she passed and stormed down the hallway without another word. Although, I’m sure heard a final shout of what sounded like “Unbelievable!” before the clacking of her high heels faded and disappeared.

I wasn’t sure what had just happened, but looking back to where she had come, I saw who could only be Mr. Harvey standing confidently in the doorway as if nothing had happened at all. He was a tall, well-built man who looked to be in his 30’s or 40’s. He was in a pair of black trousers and a light blue dress shirt with a red tie. His hair was salt and peppered, and I couldn’t help but notice a slight bulge in the crotch of his pants.

He cleared his throat and stepped to the red-head’s desk and picked up the tablet on which I’d written. He briskly withdrew a pen from his shirt pocket, made a note and then turned to face me. I noticed his eyes take in my red patent 5 inch stilettos and travel up my long, smooth, caramel legs to where they met just below the hem of my black pencil skirt.