I entered my office, closed the door, and leaned back in my chair, thinking about the final meeting of the week. Looking down at my cell, I noticed that I had two voicemails. Both numbers were unknown to me and were probably scammers, telemarketers, or someone calling from a recruiter's office. I hit play on the first voice mail and sure enough it was a telemarketer. Delete.
The second voicemail was from a recruiter. I rolled my eyes as she started in on her script about wanting to meet with me and discuss any opportunities I had with my company.
It went something like this; "Hi Mr. Close, my name is Tiffany Lee, and one of your colleagues gave me your number as someone who I might call for..." blah blah blah... my mind drifted off and I stopped the recording. I had work to do before my dinner engagement.
The afternoon proceeded as a blur and I was oblivious to those passing by my office. I was finally making progress on the next deal and was about to finish up when there was a light knock on my door. As I looked up, I was greeted by the familiar smile and beauty of my accounting manager, personal assistant, and longtime mistress, Isabella.
"Hi, Bella, what is on your mind?" I asked.
"We still on for tonight?"
"Yes," I replied with a warm smile. Then, I noticed a look of despair in her face. "Why, what is wrong?"
"Well, I have something to tell you tonight and you might not like what I have to say. Did you happen to call Tiffany?"
"Tiffany? The recruiter on my voice mail? Why?" I responded, with a questioning look.
"Just call her and talk to her, I will explain tonight. See you at seven at Davie's," Bella replied as she turned and walked away.
I pondered for a moment and then made the call to Tiffany.
"Hello, I am looking for Tiffany Lee," I said, as a young lady in a sweet southern accent answered the phone.
"This is Tiffany, how can I help you?"
"Good afternoon, Tiffany, this is Jay Close, you called me earlier today about meeting and discussing possible job openings we may have here," I answered.
"Oh yes, Mr. Close, I am so glad you called back. Isabella pointed me to you and indicated that you would be having an opening in your accounting department, so I thought I would give you a call," she replied back.
"Hmm. First, call me Jay. Second, I think Bella had this planned and has some explaining to do. And third, what does your schedule look like for Monday afternoon?"
Tiffany gave a slight giggle. "Well, Jay, she did have this planned. And I am all yours on Monday; what time do you want me?"
I had to laugh as her sweet southern voice had me the second I heard it.
"Tiffany, I personally want you all day on Monday, for anything and everything I need. But most importantly, to sit with Bella to see what she does so you can get qualified candidates and not send me someone who doesn't fit my mold, so to speak. By the way, how long have you been doing this recruiting thing?"
Then I heard her voice shake a little bit, "Umm... Well... this is my first appointment. I just started yesterday. And, what would you want to do with me all day long?"
I let a bit of silence settle in, trying to think about what to say. All I could say was, "I will see you at 8:00 a.m. on Monday. You will work till 11:30, then I'll take you and Bella to lunch. Then we compare notes at 4:00. And, Tiffany, I will do all sorts of things, you just be prepared."
"Sounds good, I will see you at 8.00 a.m. on Monday. Have a great weekend. And Jay," Tiffany said with a flirty voice, "you won't be disappointed and I will be prepared for whatever you have in store for me."
"Thanks, and you have a great weekend as well. And Tiffany," I replied in an equally flirty voice, "I know you won't disappoint me. When you come in, just walk down to my office, second door on the left; our receptionist will not be in on Monday."
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As I entered Davie's, I found Bella already there with a beer in her hand and one waiting for me. She was wearing my favorite outfit, a skin-tight black mini skirt with zippers up each side, red see-through blouse, black lace bra, and stiletto heels. As I approached, I could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. I kissed her on the cheek as I sat down next to her and looked into her soft brown eyes. They were so mesmerizing and made me melt every time I looked at her. It was one of the reasons I ended up with her and had decided to take her as my mistress.
"So tell me, my darling, why am I going to need a person in my accounting department?"
Bella took a long swing of her beer.
"Just what I love about you Jay, straight and to the point, among other things," as she slowly leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips.
She leaned back and took another swig of beer, sighed deeply, and looked at me with her soft brown eyes.
"You are not going to like me, but Bobby got a promotion and is being transferred to Atlanta. He left yesterday with the boys to find a new house. We are scheduled to leave in three weeks."
I leaned back and ran my fingers through my hair. I stared at the ceiling while my mind began to swirl. The frustration began to set in, then anger. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
"I need some air, I will be back. DO NOT leave," I said. I rose, downed my beer, and proceeded through the upper VIP patio door.
*****
I leaned up against the brick wall in the dark back corner of the patio. I stared at the stars, shaking my head for a while, breathing deeply. After a bit I sat, and just looked at the ground still shaking my head. It must have been fifteen minutes before I looked up.
There she was, Bella, silhouetted by the moon. Standing there staring at me with pouty lips, one of her long sexy legs propped up on the chair next to me. Her black skirt rode up her tight ass revealing her inner thigh. Her fingers were moving down the front of her blouse unbuttoning each button very sowly.
She motioned me forward with her index finger as ufinished undoing her last button. I slowly rose and approached her, but I didn't stop. I kept edging her backwards towards the brick wall until she was backed fully against it, hiding in the dark. As I kissed her neck, the scent of her perfume drove me crazy. I ran my hands up her thighs until I reached her skirt, unzipping both sides of it and pulling it up, exposing her g-string.
"Jay, there is a group of guys watching us," Bella whispered in my ear.
Leaning back a bit, I looked at her, a bit dismayed.
"What? You give me bad news and then you tease me. Now you are worried about a few guys watching us? As I recall, you never gave a rat’s ass about what others thought about me showing you off in public."
"I know, I don't. But, I needed you to relax, we have all weekend together. All weekend and all of next week. You can have me anytime and anywhere. But now, we need to talk."
"Okay, but before we talk, hand me your blouse. Remember what I said at the start of our relationship, you tease me, you please me. And, right now, it will please me to see you sitting next to me in that black lace bra of yours while those other guys drool over you. And, bend over so I can rip that g-string off."
Grinning, Bella did as she was told and handed me her blouse and bent over. Flipping her skirt up, I gave her a hard smack on her ass. Pulling quickly and firmly, the g-string snapped in my hands. As Bella stood up, I noticed that the group of guys at the near table fixated on her every move.
Arm in arm, I paraded Bella to the couch right next to the group of guys. I smelled her g-string, placed it and the blouse on the table for all of them to see. Bella, being the tease that she is, sat down facing them and spread her legs as I ran my hand up her inner thigh.
Excusing myself, I went to the bar, grabbed a few beers and returned to the couch, sitting next to Bella.
"So, my dear Bella, tell me about this Tiffany you have set me up with," as I slid my hand back between her legs.
"She was my little sister in the sorority while I attended college. Bright, smart, actually a genius IQ, bubbly, extremely driven, shy, innocent, and definitely the 'girl-next door'. Right now, she is not being challenged and is very bored. This is her first real job out of college, but she has interned for several Fortune 100 companies and was offered many jobs before graduating.
"She decided to get married and start a family after graduation. Unfortunately, her husband is not able to 'perform' due to his high steroid use in high school and college, which, has led her down this path of getting a job and starting her own career. Her husband is in sales, and has had some issues paying the bills. So, please be nice to her. She is a really good girl and needs this job, and for you to get her going again."
As I tapped her inner thigh, Bella spread her legs a bit more as I inched my hand closer to her wetness, teasing her clit with a brush of my fingers.
"Ah my lovely girl, it sounds like you want me look after her and take care of her. Right? Just like I have taken care of you?"
Bella looked away for a moment and then back into my eyes with some sadness and pleading. "Yes, but I want you to be happy when I am gone. After everything you have gone through and are still dealing with, you need someone. Tiffany can be the one. I know she can. Just like I am. Your girl - always your girl."
Leaning forward, I kissed her softly and deeply and pulled her onto my lap. A beautiful woman I couldn't completely have but wanted dearly forever. There were complications, and we both knew this day may eventually come. While we lived our lives together but apart, we embraced every moment together; physically, mentally, and emotionally. Now, she was looking after me, rather than the other way around.
The kiss was suddenly shortened by an, "Uh -hmmm," and the noises of someone clearing their throat. It was our waitress standing by my side.
"Can I get you anything from the bar Mr. Close?"
"Hi Jill, I will have my usual, Bella will have the same. And put in some steaks and salads from the kitchen."
"Very well, I will have your drinks shortly. Do you need a table, or will your present location do?"
"We will take our usual table on the railing when you come back with our drinks."
The drinks arrived quickly and I spun Bella around a few times as I stood her up, her skirt fluttering up allowing her bare ass to be exposed. At the end of the spin, I put Bella in a little pirouette and dipped her. With a quick pinch of my fingers, I undid her bra. With a wicked grin, Bella shook her chest, and the bra to slid off her chest onto the ground. Slowly I kissed down her neck, chest, and gently nibbled at her right nipple and then the left.
I nibbled on her breasts a bit more, letting the guys at the next table get their fill. Bella's head was bent backwards, her tongue licking her lips as she stared at the guys. With one fail swoop, I lifted Bella up to a standing position and gave her a deep wet kiss, my hands squeezing her bare botttom.
Then, turning towards our waiting table, I tossed the g-string to one of the guys and winked at him. Bella in turn, blew him a kiss and bent over, giving the group of guys a nice view of her bare ass, grabbed her blouse and bra, and strutted ahead of me to the table. Her breasts were exposed for them to see. The evening was just beginning and I was definitely going to eat more than steak.
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Monday morning.
Hot mug of coffee in my hand and reading a memo, I wasn't even paying attention to my surroundings as I was walking out of the lunch room. When I took the corner into the hallway, I was met with a sudden bump and a loud gasp. My coffee spilled down the front of her blouse before I realized what had happened. As I looked up, all I could see was her look of surprise and then pain in her eyes.
"I am so sorry. Come with me - into the locker room so I can get you dried off and find you another shirt."
As I took her hand and directed her into the locker room, Tiffany looked down at her shirt. I could read her mind. Her white silk shirt was now ruined with coffee stains.
"Come over here. There are some towels in the shower area," I blurted out as I caught a glimpse of Tiffany frantically taking her blouse completely off while I headed into the shower area.
I turned the corner with a towel in my hand and saw that Tiffany already had her blouse and bra off. Her head was down, allowing her long strawberry blond hair to cover her firm, perky breasts. I handed her a towel but did not averted my eyes from her beet red chest, letting them linger for a minute.
"Wait here, I will go get you a dry shirt from the shop," as I handed her a towel.
Tiffany took the towel as I passed by and she walked into the shower area to clean up.
Within a few minutes, I returned to the locker room and came around the corner to the shower area. I surprised Tiffany again when I cleared my throat because she didn’t have time to cover up her bare chest with the towel. She just stood there and stared at me.
"This is all I could come up with," as I handed her a blue 'shop' shirt. "Again, I am so sorry, but for the time being this will have to do. We can figure something out. Leave your blouse and bra on the bench over there and I will have someone try and wash them for you before we leave for lunch. But, it looks like I owe you a new outfit."
****
After a few minutes, I heard a knock at my door and looked up to see Tiffany standing there wearing her new shop shirt. It was too big for her petite body. But, she wore it well. The buttons on the shirt started just abover her cleavage and the tail of the shirt ran down past her waist covering the majority of her skirt. It loked as if she had come to work in a nighshirt and high heels. The name "Gus" was prominently displayed over her left breast.
"Come on in, Gus, I was expecting a pretty strawberry blond, but I guess you will have to do in her place," I jokingly said.
Tiffany smiled, walked in, held out her hand, and played along. "Gus, reporting for duty sir; where should I start?"
"Well, for starters, have a seat. Anything to drink? Water? Soda? I would offer you coffee, but that might be a bit of a stretch after what just happened. I do apologize again and again. It looks like that shirt is a bit big on you. If want to look, we have a couple more in the back. And, please, call me Jay, don't make me feel older than I already am."
Tiffany pulled up the collar on her shirt and said, "The shirt is a bit big, but it will do for now. Coffee is actually good, and no need to apologize, these things happen. So, where can we start?"
"How about I get you that cup of coffee in the lunch room and we take a quick tour of the building. I will give you bit of background on our operations and company so you can get an idea of what we do and how we do it. I am sure that Bella has given you a bit of background, but I would like you to see it in action."
Tiffany followed behind me as I led her into the lunch room and I could feel her eyes going up and down my body.
"Do you take leaded or unleaded? Cream or sugar?" I asked pouring her a mug of coffee.
"Leaded and straight, I like it stiff and strong, no additives."
"I bet you do," I said with a grin. "Now let's get the ball rolling, I am a bit behind with some of my reports and I need to get a purchase agreement started. But, first, we need to stop at the front desk and get you some safety glasses and a hard hat."
I handed her the glasses and the hard hat. Tiffany placed the hat on, and it was a bit big which caused it to slip down over her forehead and knocked her glasses clean off her face.
"Well, I guess I will never make it in this business," she laughed. "Where did my glasses go?"
"They are at your feet, just kneel down and get them. But, take your hat off first and I will show you how to put it on correctly," I said laughingly.
As Tiffany took off her hard hat, she bent down, kneeling on her knees. I remember her saying the shirt was a bit big, but I didn't realize how big. As I looked down at her, all I could see were her fully rounded perky breasts and her very pointy nipples as her shirt fell forward. I just stood there and enjoyed the view as Tiffany was on her knees grabbing for her glasses. I could feel a rise in my pants.
"Okay, Gus, time to get your hat on. Stay where you are and I will show you how to get this to fit," as I flipped the hat over and Tiff looked up at me from her knees. Her lips were directly in line with my now bulging cock.
I continued on as I still had a direct view down her shirt. "You see this knob back here, you screw it in and the band gets tighter, unscrew it and it gets looser." I gauged the size of her head, made a few quick turns and placed the hat on her head.
As I gave her my hand to help her up, she instead grabbed me by my crotch. Her small hand grabbed my hard cock and hoisted herself up. As she rose up she said quietly to herself, "Just turn and screw - easy enough." Then she looked me in the eye while her hand squeezed my cock.
The tour of the shop was uneventful except for the two shop workers who almost fell over watching Tiffany’s ass sway in her high heels. And, like a pro, Tiffany smiled, waved, and yelled out, 'be careful boys'. I could tell she was eating up the attention by the way she walked.
As we made our way back to my office I gave her some instructions and set her on her way. "Okay, Gus, how about you go sit with Bella for about two hours and get her duties down both visually and on paper as we are going to write this job description at lunch. And, speaking of lunch, what are you craving?"
Tiffany grinned, "Well, I am open, I eat just about anything. So, surprise me. But, I don't do sushi."
"And getting you a new shirt and other items is on the list. There is a mall nearby, so tell Bella she will have to meet us at the restaurant."
"Oh, you don't have to do that Jay, really."
"No, I insist. No arguing. I will see you in two hours."
As always, time flew by and before I knew it, there was a knock at the door. It was Bella.
"Hey Bella, are you and Tiffany ready for lunch?"
"Well, yes and no. I need to run home and take care of some personal business. Would it be possible to take the rest of the day off? I know we are busy with Tiffany, but I think she has my job responsibilities down pretty good."
"Sure, no problem, Bella, just have Tiffany come in when she is ready." I motioned Bella in, gave her a hug and a deep kiss.
After the kiss Bella whispered in my ear, "Take good care of her, she saw your sext/video to me and she is wetter than a fish in water."
******
--Bella's office before lunch
"Hi, Tiff, come on in and pull up a seat next to me. Or should I call you 'Gus'?"
"Very funny Izzy. Or should I call you Bella? I seem to recall the only one who could call you Bella was your Dad. Is Jay your 'Dad' now?" Tiffany said with a grin and a laugh.
"Funny you should say that, Tiff; come sit down and I will fill you in a bit."
As Tiffany sat down she stared at a photo with Bella, two boys, and Jay standing arm in arm on a beach.
"I see you noticed the picture right away. The boys are my pride and joy, all three of them," said Bella
With a questioning look Tiff said, "Wait, I thought you and Bobby couldn't have kids due to his condition, just like Jimmy's condition. Did you go through any procedures to have children?"
"I need to tell you something, Tiff; actually a lot. Bear with me please, and keep an open mind. I haven't been totally open and honest with you lately.
"So, here it goes... About ten years ago Bobby found out he was infertile and it devastated us. Both of us have always wanted a family. I had just started this job and the benefits included invitro. So, we decided to get an anonymous donor and go about the procedures.
"Everything went as planned. I was pregnant within a few months and we were on cloud nine. Then, one day, I had bad cramping and some bleeding. So, I went to the doctor. Unfortunately, I had a miscarriage. We were devastated. I came into work and poured my heart out to Jay and told him I needed time off.
"Jay agreed and was nice enough to send both Bobby and I on a week long, all expense paid vacation to Aruba. The first two days of the vacation were fantastic and relaxing. Bobby and I pretty much stayed drunk to ease the pain. But, the third day, things got ugly, really ugly. Bobby took a turn for the worse and slapped me more than once in his drunken stupor. He eventually passed out and I cried all night.
"The next morning his heavy drinking continued and the slapping turned more physical. To the point I was almost knocked out. Fortunately, a maid came in and called the cops. Bobby was arrested and I was in the hospital for a few days.
"Somehow Jay found out about us at the resort. He paid for all the hospital bills and Bobby's court costs. I was granted six weeks off with pay to recuperate and help Bobby go through anger management classes. But, under one condition from Jay. I would stay at Jay's house as a cooling off period and to re-evaluate my relationship with Bobby."
ring... ring.. .ring...
"Hold on Tiff, I need to take this call."
Bella turned her chair to the computer and began answering questions for the caller and as she did her cell phone vibrated. A picture showed up on the screen.
Tiff glanced down and saw a hand barely wrapped around a huge cock. The message said, “Cannot wait to do this to you again tonight.”
Tiff looked over to see if Bella had noticed her phone going off. She had not.
Curiously, Tiff picked up the phone and tapped the screen. The video started and her eyes became large as she focused on the screen. Tiff watched as a huge cock was slowly being taken into a woman’s mouth. Slowly but surely, the cock disappeared, buried down her throat, and she began to get face fucked – nice and slow.
Tiff could hear moaning and slurping sounds coming from the video and she couldn’t put the phone down. She watched as his huge cock worked its way in and out of this woman’s mouth. With lips firmly wrapped around this guy’s cock, Tiff could tell that he finally let his load go down her throat. The video continued. Tiff heard loud smacks. The woman’s ass was in the air with red hand prints glowing on them.
Tiff heard the woman beg her lover. “Harder, harder, spank your little slut into submission. Fuck your little girl like the slut she is. Come on baby, fuck your little slut.”
Without realizing it, Tiff moved her hand between her legs and felt the wetness beginning to form on her panties. The woman’s head was pushed into the bed, her wrists were handcuffed behind her and her ass lifted higher.
“That’s my little slut. Ready and waiting for my cock,” the man on the video growled out.
Tiff’s mouth opened and her eyes widened as a pair of hands spread the woman’s ass, plunged two fingers into her bum hole as a the guy’s tongue began to lick the woman’s pussy. The licking and sucking continued as Tiff’s hand began to rub her dripping pussy.
Tiffany heard the receiver go back on the phone and saw Bella looking at her with the phone in her hand. Bella was smiling and staring at her.
"I see you are enjoying my video. Go on, its not over, continue watching," Bella said to Tiff with a wry grin. “Go on, it’s okay.”
"Umm... Ummm, who... who...?" was all Tiffany could muster as she squirmed in her seat and continued watching as the woman was being entered from behind and stuffed full with his enormous cock. Slowly, his motions began to speed up, he was pounding her from behind, pulling her hair, and Tiff could hear the moans coming from the woman. Then, they both came at the same time. The video went dark.
