by
Rayne 2 Marzett
I’m what you might call a workaholic. More than 78% of my time is spent in my office. The need for living a fairly easy life with lots of money and plenty of fancy things is really more of a fantasy then a reality. Sure the material things are there, but in order to have these things it requires a full dedication to working and trying to get on top and stay there. In order to do this love has to take a serious backburner because of it’s ability to interfere. The many lonely nights are reminders of the sacrifice for your achievements.One evening of serious tension and headache over deadlines and numbers, I leaned back in my chair and took a break to think of a way to combine my needs with my wants. The expression “all work and no play” was becoming more and more of an actual motto of mine and I was about to go nuts from it. This was really becoming a small project to me by the time 3 am came around. I had a complete proposal drawn up and ready to put into effect by 4:30.I had figured out a way for me to have 15 minutes to myself everyday, and this would allow me just enough time in the middle of the day to relieve some stress and have some energy to finish the day out. I would hire my own in house “freak.” I would have her office right next to mine and her only duty would be to “relieve” my stress. I thought this was a rather brilliant plan and spent most of the weekend taking applications from some of the local call girls and strippers. You know, someone who does this sort of thing already and doesn’t have a problem with the strange nature of the position. All day Saturday I took applications and did brief interviews with quite a few “ladies of the evening”. From jump I knew that this would be an interesting and rather enjoyable process. There were all kinds of women lined up outside my office door and decorating my lobby. A few of them caught my interest, but then there were a few that I couldn’t understand why they even bothered to show up. Case in point. One young lady came in and presented herself as a self respecting and classy woman, but just as the interview was over she stood and stripped down to her granny panties, and worn out, safety pin infested bra. I tried my best not to laugh, but I couldn’t hold it in. I thanked her for coming by and told her that I would get back to her…Yeah Right.Then there was Quanteesha Jones. I think she popped her gum the whole interview and half the words on her application were spelled in Ebonics, and if I’m not mistaken she started every sentence with Umm. That was a bit to much right there, but the strip show that followed her interview reveled her gunshot wound to the right butt cheek and some sort of list (baby daddies or maybe babies) on her left shoulder blade. Damn.Now don’t get me wrong. There were also a plethora of fine and ohh so succulent women that also applied for the new position. In fact. A striking stripper named Pandora strolled into my office and flashed a smile that melted glaciers, and eyes that turned night into day. Her seductive nature entered the room almost ten minutes before she did, but that wasn’t the killer part. Her man had sent (and was waiting in the lobby) her to apply for the job, but she expressed that she was “strictly dickly” and couldn’t see herself fulfilling the obligation to the position. Fudging A. She would have been perfect.At about ten minutes to three, Saturday afternoon in walked a woman that I thought would be perfect for the job. She was a hourglass figure thick woman with caramel tone and sandy brown long flowing hair. Right off the bat I could tell that she was one of those aggressive women that want it when they wanted it, and I was loving every minute of it. She shook my hand and introduced herself to me as Freddie Lopez, then smoothly sat down and slowly crossed her long legs. “Ummhmm. Girlfriend came to get a job,” I thought. She slightly smiled at me and looked me over two or three times before my body slid behind my desk. I suddenly noticed the sexual tension in the room as this fine woman seduced me with her deep Spanish accent. I wanted to give her the job and get her started on her W2 form when she walked through the door, but what proceeded to happen was worth waiting for just so I could see what she really had to offer other then looks. Ms. Lopez said all the right things and did all the right moves. Just before the interview was over she took off the jacket she was wearing and revealed a shirt that most would consider not much of a headband. I tilted my head to the side and whimpered when I saw her attempt to adjust her easily 36c breast in the lace bra that could be intentionally seen. She noticed this and her smile suddenly got bigger. I stood up from my chair to show her out and see in the next applicant when she leaned over my desk and pushed me back down into it. “You’re not done with me yet are you,” she asked with a wink. “Don’t you want to see a sample of my skills,” she whispered as she strutted around to my side of the desk.“I suppose that might be in order, seeing as how this is a very important job,” I said as she placed her hands on the back of the chair and spun me in her direction.She lifted up her skirt and showed me she wasn’t wearing any panties. “My, my, my,” I said and my hands went directly to her hips and pulled her between my legs. My lips went to her Beauty sprayed neck. I bit, licked, and sucked her neck until she begged for more. I felt a rush of greedy lust come over me as I pulled and ripped at her clothing. Her bra come off with a snap and her nipples disappeared into my mouth. She managed to get away long enough to sit on top of my desk. She spread her legs and began to massage her wet lips. I pushed the chair out the way and kneeled down in front of her. She removed her fingers from her clit so that I could replace them with my tongue. As Freddie’s legs lay draped over my shoulders and her hands on my head, I drag my tongue over her clit and inside her well in a repeated dance. She’s speaking Spanish now and it’s only encouraging me to reach new heated heights. My fingers are sucked into her fiery walls just as her orgasm begins, and like magic, mine is triggered as well.In a foggy daze, I weakly rise to my feet and search for my chair. Freddie climbs off my desk and tries to rearrange her clothing but notices that most of it is to torn to fix. I reach down in my bottom drawer and pull out my extra shirt and hand it to her in place of the one I just destroyed. After buttoning up the shirt Freddie composes herself and sits in the chair across the desk as if nothing happened. She grins at me and says, “So do I get the job?” I tell her yes and that I will walk her out since I’ve filled the position and can go home for some much needed rest. The next day I have a huge comfy couch and a desk delivered for my new hires’ office. I figured that the proper title would need to be placed on the door of her office in order to keep things on the low around the office. So I ordered a door plate that said, “Freddie Lopez, Presidential Assistant”. These days things aren’t going to seem so long and stressful thanks to my new assistant. The girl works wonders and I’ll never have to worry about “all work and no play” ever again. I wonder what kind of retirement plan this position might offer? 
