Jack looked up with a smile as his wife entered his office. Once again she'd followed his instructions to the letter. She looked every bit the corporate professional that he'd hoped she would. Her navy blue business suit fit perfectly, from the padded shoulders to the tapered waistline, and right on down to the matching but demure skirt. Yet she'd avoided the frigid bitch look, thanks to a feminine blouse, tastefully patterned stockings and high heels. Attractive yet professional. Perfect.

"Ah, Miss Smith. Come on in. And make sure you lock the door behind you. We don't want anyone to interrupt this interview, now do we?" he greeted her, smiling his best business smile. Of course, he had reason to smile. He was living out one of his favorite fantasies, with a willing accomplice, and without any fear of being slapped with harassment charges. In fact, fucking a career woman had become almost an obsession with him, ever since he'd been approached by one of the Vice Presidents at his firm. He still castigated himself for turning down her advances, especially since discovering his wife's own infidelities. He'd look like a fool going back to that particular woman and trying to initiate something. So he had to settle for the next best thing.

"I've been looking for a good personal assistant for some time," he began, sliding behind his desk. "I'll explain what your duties would be in a few moments. But first, let's take a look at your resume."

Earlier that day, he'd asked her to prepare a fake resume, suitable for a woman sleeping her way to the top. "Let's see. Objective: 'To learn as much as possible while underneath an up and coming executive.' Very clever. And experience? 'You've worked your way up from the bottom?' 'Opened yourself to new experiences?' And 'given your all to the company, day and night.' Very impressive credentials, Miss Smith. So far, your qualifications seem to fit with what I'm looking for in a personal assistant. Of course," he said, pointedly eyeing her breasts, "It's your performance that makes all the difference."

"I'm willing to do whatever it takes to work for you," she replied with a shy smile, taking his lead and running with it. "I know that in the business world, it's eat or be eaten."

Clever. For some reason, this assignment had really turned on Kelli's creative juices. He wouldn't be getting such banter in the real world with any of the women he worked with. So what if he already knew what lay under those conservative clothes? It was the conquest that counted.

"I'm sure all your office skills are OK," he said, gesturing at her resume. "But what sets a good employee apart from the rest is her ability to think of better ways to get things done. For instance, I get very bored looking at the same décor every day. What would you be able to do about that?"

"Well, I do have a few things that might be a little more interesting to look at," she said coyly, flipping up her skirt to reveal the black garters and snaps holding up her stockings. "And if I were to get the job, I'm sure I could expand my collection."

Jack paused to admire the soft silk of her panties disappearing between her legs, the fabric taut enough to reveal just a hint of the mounds below. The garters framed her nether region perfectly, her pale skin contrasting with the black lace in a way that made his heart pound. She was like a stranger at this moment. A stranger he wanted peel and expose before his inquisitive eyes.

"A man in my position can get awfully stressed out during the day, though. What would you do about that?" He swung his chair away from the desk, turning to face her as she slowly moved out of the chair and onto her knees before him.

Smiling sweetly up at him, she dexterously undid his belt and pants, pulling his semi-hard cock through the opening in his boxers. "I believe in giving the need to relax more than just lip service," she breathed, bending to encompass his dick in her mouth. Jack could scarcely take his eyes from her, even though every molecule in his being wanted to stretch and squirm like a cat getting ready for a nap. As her lips passed from the purple head, to the wet shaft, to his steaming balls, he felt as though molten steel was dripping along his rod, transferred there with feathery touch. When her mouth finally enveloped his cock again, he pressed his now hard member deep into her gullet, needing to fuckher mouth as a savage counterpoint to the soft way she'd teased him. He quickly halted, though, when he looked down at her to see her breasts still held firm by her bra, and her pussy still encased by the silk. He had so much yet to explore and to do!

"Sometimes we have to work through lunch. Do you have any problems with that?" he asked her leadingly.

"No Sir!" she replied enthusiastically, hopping up from the floor to sit on the edge of his desk. As he spun his chair to face her, she pressed her high heels against the arms of the chair, stopping its progress and essentially caging him in. Pulling her skirt up, she wisecracked, "As you can see, I carry a little tuna with me everywhere I go, which you're free to snack on." Tuna! Jack chuckled aloud. She'd definitely pulled that term from the Net; he didn't ever remember using it around her. Mostly because her pussy very rarely smelled that way.