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The PA
Story Code: M/g, M/f, First time, Under age sex, Public Sex. When I graduated from high school or the comprehensive school as we call it, I knew that I was going to have a difficult time finding a job as I didn't really have any qualifications to speak of. I had sat eight 'GCSE' exams and had achieved six 'D' grades and two 'F' grades, according to the careers teacher I wasn't even qualified to be a village idiot, he didn't say that to me, but I actually heard him say it to another teacher after I passed them in the hallway. There was no chance of further education, the only skill I actually had following eleven years of state education was the ability to use a computer and basic MS Office skills. After six months of looking for work I was allowed to join the job club, with their help I wrote and printed out a ream of CV's for myself. In the Job club, they provided PC's printers, paper and envelopes but I would have to provide my own stamps if I wanted to use the Royal Mail to deliver them. I got two carrier bags on the handlebars of my pushbike and cycled around every business in the closest town to my village, the following week I did the same in the town that was the next closest and the third week I did exactly the same to the third nearest town. I got a phone call on my mobile phone on the fourth week; I had cycled fifteen miles to another neighbouring town and was busily posting CV's through the doors of businesses in that town. It was a hot afternoon and I had dressed for comfort and hard cycling carrying a hundredweight of paper on my handlebars, okay, slight exaggeration there. I was asked if I was Victoria Porter, I told the man on my cheap Nokia 'pay as you go' phone that I was. "Where are you right now?" I told him the town and the name of the trading estate that I was 'working', "You delivering more CV's?" "Yes!" "You're a long way from home Victoria!" "Yes, working my way out wards." "Do you know the Holiday Inn on the ring road; it's about a half mile from where you are now?" I looked towards the ring road and could see the Holiday Inn sign on a building towering above everything in the area. "Yes, I can see it from here!" "Good, I'll meet you in reception in fifteen minutes." "Wait, I'm not prepared, I mean, I'm not dressed to meet anyone." "I want to see you exactly how you are, I thought you were in a hurry to find a job. You must be quite desperate; you seem to have CV bombed half of the county in the last month." He was right of course, in a month I had cycled around one hundred and fifty miles delivering countless letters to local businesses and my parents were putting a lot of pressure on me to get work. "Who do I ask for?" "Give me a moment or two, I'll ring you back." Well, in a month of concerted effort, this was the first contact I had received from one of my CV's, probably around seven hundred that I had hand delivered so far. When my phone rang again I was told to ask for room five-two-four at the Holiday Inn's reception. And that was it, the phone went dead. I was all hot and sweaty from all the cycling and the letters I had delivered already so, as I had been told to meet in fifteen minutes, I carried on delivering my CV's to the rest of the road. I cycled around to the front of the hotel and took one of my envelopes into reception with me, I asked for room five-two-four and the receptionist rang through to the room. A very over weight man walked out of a lift and offered me his hand, "Hi, I'm David, I'd prefer to interview you in my room but if that bothers you we can talk in the bar area!" David looked quite presentable, he wore a well cut suit but because of his excessive weight and the heat of the day his armpits were well stained with sweat, mind you, I couldn't complain about the way he was dressed or how much he was sweating, I wasn't overweight but I was sweating a lot even though I was just wearing a white vest top and denim shorts. I looked into the bar area, there were thirty business men, all wearing suits and all talking loudly as well as drinking lots of alcohol. I shrugged my shoulders, "Whatever!" As soon as I said it I remembered interview classes at the job club, "Whatever you say, remember never to say whatever in response to a direct question!" Was part of every session, drummed into us over and over again and I had said it even before properly introducing myself to him. David smiled a wry smile at my faux-pas and gestured towards the lift, "In my room then I think!" I got into the lift thinking to myself, 'Victoria, this is really, really, really stupid, this guy could be an axe murderer or something!' I followed David into his room, there was a coffee table and two comfortable chairs in what little floor space there was in the room. The interview was a little strange, nothing was ever mentioned about the company, the kind of work they did, it was mainly about me, what my real hobbies were, did I ever go night clubbing or to pubs, that kind of thing, even if I had a boyfriend or not. To give David his due, he was really easy to talk to, he made me feel very comfortable, after just five minutes it felt like I was just chatting to one of my mates, rather than to a potential employer. After an hour David suddenly got a little more serious, "Well, Victoria, what would you do if you were at work one day and your employer put his hand on your breast?" The question was so left field, so out of the blue that it threw me momentarily, then I just said the first thing that came into my head, "If I didn't like it I'd probably knee him in his happy-sacks!" David laughed, "Well, I think your employer would probably like that more than feeling your tits!" David took out his laptop and passed it to me with a slip of paper, "My email password is there, I want you to send an email for me!" I switched his pc on and had to find a wi-fi server, it needed a password to get access, David had lost interest in what I was doing and was actually reading a 'Gentleman's publication'. I guessed that this was an imitative test so I called reception and asked for the access code to get into their wi-fi. I opened outlook express and was asked for the password, so I typed in the code that David had given me, "Who do you want me to send the email to?" "Just type 'JS' in the address line!" Now, for reasons that will become clear in a future paragraph, I can't legally say whose name popped up in the address line. "The message is, I've found the perfect PA for you, if you want to meet her let me know where and when!" I started typing the message, I kept looking at the name in the address bar and couldn't help smiling at the famous name in David's address book, it had dawned on me that he was talking about me being the PA in the message, when I finished typing the message, I asked, "How would you like me to finish the message?" "Just put Love David and three kisses!" David got me to sign a confidentiality contract, he insisted that I read all twenty-five pages of the contract, even though ninety-nine percent of it was just gobbledegook to me, but if it meant that I could get a job as a PA to one of the most famous men in England, I'd sign anything. "You do understand that from this moment onward, you aren't allowed to mention anything that happens to you or anything that you see happening to anyone else, you can't tell the Newspapers or the TV companies, not even your parents, you are now under contract with me as well as your new employer!" David stood up and offered me his hand to shake, I stood up too and shook his hand "Welcome to the company Victoria, I do hope we have a long and profitable association together." Then while still shaking my hand with his right hand, David felt my breast with his left hand. "You'll have to get use to that, it will probably happen every day from now onwards." I was shocked, totally taken by surprise but I didn't even bat an eyelid, I didn't even stop shaking David's hand. David smiled at me again, you'll have to get use to kissing too, in theatrical circles people kiss each other all the time." Then David pulled me to him and kissed me on the lips, just for a few seconds but more than a theatrical kiss. I agreed to start work on the first day of the next month, David had visited my parents because I wouldn't be able to live at home and do the job I had been offered, it was a 'live in' position, My father liked the offer that David made, the pay was great for a girl my age but like David said, it wouldn't be a nine-to-five job, some days I'd have to work from the early morning to the middle of the night. I actually blushed at the mention of the middle of the night part, thinking back to David feeling my breast while shaking my hand on our first meeting. My dad also loved the idea that thirty percent of my salary would be paid over to my parents to look after on my behalf, so that there would be something for me to come home too when I finished working for my new employer. I would also get a clothing allowance, so that I would look good at public events and meetings. Nothing was mentioned as to exactly what duties a PA would be called on to perform other than, anything and everything that was required of her. I was surprised when David made it clear to my parents that I had already signed a 'non-disclosure' agreement with my new employer and that included them, I couldn't tell them anything that was being planned or anything that had happened in the past. Well, from now on I'll just call my employer JS, David was his business manager and the one who picked me up and drove me the one hundred miles to JS's house in the North of England, JS had a large retinue, including two live in bodyguards, he lived in a large house and I had a very small room in the loft area along with ten other live in staff. I met JS the next day for the first time and even though there were five people watching he kissed me on the lips and felt my breast, "You look lovely Victoria but from now on, remember I prefer my staff to dress appropriately, ask David if you don't know what I mean." David took me to one side and asked me what I was wearing under my top; I told him I had a bra on, "You weren't wearing a bra when I interviewed you!" "No, I wasn't but I was dressed very casually that day, it was hot and I was riding my bike a long way." "Well, JS would prefer it if from now on, you only wore a bra for formal occasions, then he'll expect you to be wearing something frilly and very low-cut, and a balcony bra or a shelf bra but only to aid the look. Shorts and hot pants are fine; never jeans or trousers, skirts and dresses are okay but only very short, never anywhere near to knee length. You have to remember that when you are at work, you are representing JS and JS sells himself on image, you'll be part of that image from now on!" David actually took me shopping for a dress for an upcoming formal event, a ball where JS was giving a check for hundreds of thousands of pounds to a charity, I told David that the dress made me look like a hooker, David smiled, "Then my job here is done!" Day three and we went to a girl's boarding school, JS took six of the girls for a day out in his Rolls Royse, I and his bodyguards followed on in an oversized four-wheel drive vehicle, the kids had a great time, actually, I call them kids but two of the six girls were older than I was by a few months. We pulled into a picnic area and five of the girls got out. The youngest of the six girls was still in the car sitting talking to JS, I was handing the packed lunch out to the girls sitting at the picnic table, I had handed food out to the bodyguards too, they had chosen to stay in the Range Rover. I had two packages of food left and so I went to JS's car. The driver's seat had been pushed right back and Fiona, the youngest of the girls, thirteen or fourteen years old was sitting on JS's knee, I opened his door and offered them both food packages, JS refused his but Fiona took one and opened it, she was being very matter of fact about it, I could clearly see that JS had one hand under her skirt and the other inside her blouse, feeling both her cunt and her breasts, in fact he had pushed her bra up so that it was right up under her chin. I sat at the picnic table with the rest of the girls and all six of us watched as JS and Fiona kissed and fumbled in the front driver's seat of the huge Rolls Royse. At the end of the day JS dropped the six girls back off at their school and Samantha, a fifteen year old girl stayed in the back of the car after everyone else had got out, JS moved the car away from the front of the school to the driveway leading to the stable block, then JS got out of the car and got into the back with Samantha. Gary, the older of the bodyguards said, "He'd better be quick, we've only got two hours before his gig starts, Vicky, you'd better get over there and remind him that he's the DJ at the Empire tonight!" I looked at the car and could see Samantha's head bobbing up and down in the car's back window. "Why me?" "You're his PA, it's one of your duties to keep him to schedule." I kicked at a stone and then stomped over to JS's car. Now if you know exactly who JS was you'll know that he always dressed in shell suits and track suits, the trousers being elasticated so that the front could simply be pulled down for ease of access. Samantha, like Fiona was sitting on JS's lap but unlike Fiona, Samantha was facing JS and you could see the waistband of JS's trousers around his knees. I realised as soon as I opened the door that JS was actually fucking Samantha right there in the school grounds and me opening the door sent JS over the edge and he began gasping for oxygen as he shot off into the girl's cunt. "I have to remind you that you are DJ at the Empire tonight, you're booked to start in ninety minutes time." Samantha eased herself up, no shame at all as she fumbled about up under her dress, pulling her knickers back into place before kissing JS one last time and climbing off of his knee. JS snapped his fingers, "Tissues, I need tissues!" I had several 'travel packs' of Kleenex in my handbag, David had given me a gross packets of them when I first started and he told me that it was up to me to always have a supply in my bag for when they were needed. JS just sat there, his limp cock dribbling semen into his lap, I handed him a pack of tissues, "You don't want to clean it up for me then?" I realised that I had been staring at his cock and after he asked me if I wanted to clean his cock for him I pulled myself away and looked towards the car with the bodyguards sitting in it waiting. "OK, I'm a clean boy again, here!" JS handed me his soiled tissues, "Find somewhere for that and then join me in the front of the car!" I emptied the Kleenex packet and pushed the dripping wet tissues into the now empty packet. I stuffed the dirty tissues, now safely encased in plastic wrapper into my handbag and went and sat in the front seat of the Rolls Royce. There was a heavy stench of sex in the car as we drove back to JS's house, "Does it turn you on to watch people having sex?" I didn't know what to say, I don't think it turned me on or turned me off, I was really a little ambivalent if I were honest, JS took a lung full of air in through his nose, "I love it, even just the smell and I'm turned on all over again." Once we were back at JS's house he checked his watch, "Right, we only have thirty minutes to shower and get changed!" JS came up to my room with me and opened my wardrobe, he went through all of the clothes David had brought for me and shook his head at each outfit, then he found one dress that had been in the wardrobe since before I got there, "This one, I've always liked it, you'll need some dress tape to wear it though!" "What's dress tape?" "It's a roll of double sided , clear, sticky tape, hypo allergenic glue," JS touched the insides of my breasts, "you stick a two inch strip down here and here, then put the dress on and press the edges of the front into the tape, it will stop your tits falling out." The dress was black, it looked like two halter dresses joined at the hem but the halters were actually the arm holes. I found the tape and placed the strips exactly where JS had told me to. The dress had a split front that went way past my navel at the front and to my arse crack at the back, I glued the edges of the front to the tape as JS had directed me to. Fortunately there was a quarter of an inch wide strip of clear plastic joining the two sides of the back split around the level of my shoulder blades. When I bent forwards I could actually see my knickers, not my best side to want on display to the world at the Empire Ball Room while my employer was spinning disks for the dancers. I had two choices, wear panties or not, without panties on, I could use another strip of the dress tape just above my hair triangle to hold the front of the dress against me. I had just finished sticking myself into the dress when JS called me. He had pulled out a pair of black spike heeled shoes that meant I could only totter along, afraid that I would fall from such a great height and break my neck. JS was in his bathroom, still showering, he gave me a list of things that had come to mind as he was washing and he wanted them written down before he forgot. JS drove the Roller to the venue, Gary at his side and Mike, the other bodyguard sitting directly behind him and me in the back sitting behind Gary. At the Empire, Gary and Mike made a big thing of protecting JS from the fans but still allowing the younger adoring females to get through to him, he kissed every one of them and felt them all up, then he stopped and gave the hand of one of the girls to me, "Bring her in with you!" I asked the girl her name, "Debby, Debby Hickingbotham!" 'Made up name' flashed through my head but I got the mobile phone, top of the line iPhone that David had given to me on my first day, I called Empire's security manager, told him who I was and also that I needed Debby putting on the guest list, "Access all areas please!" I pulled Debby away from the stage door and round to the front of house. I marched straight past the mile long queue of people trying to get in. I told the guard on the door what my name was and he led me and Debby through to the office, he put an 'Access all areas' pass on a lanyard and hung it around Debby's neck, "Hand it back in before you go home." Then he got another pass and this time he put it in a safety pin holder and slipped his fingers inside the top of my dress. I had never actually spoken to an African man before in my life and now, here I was with a two-fifty pound monster of a man rubbing the back of his fingers against my bare breast as he fumbled to fasten the safety pin through the material covering my breast. Debby and I both went out onto the dance floor; it was starting to fill up with punters, mainly in the eighteen to thirty year old range. A non-descript DJ was spinning platters but with no banter, no introductions of what he was playing and each disk followed the previous one with no gap for speech between them. I took a call from JS on my phone; he wanted Debby in his dressing room before it was his turn to go on stage. We both slipped down the steps leading back stage, passed the security man who gave our passes only a cursory glance. JS only had fifteen minutes left before it was his turn at the decks, he was wearing his trademark shell suite and he just put his hand on top of Debby's head and applied a little downward pressure, as Debby went down onto her knees she took a piece of gum from her mouth in one hand, then pulled the front of his trousers down with the other, her gum was pressed onto her pass hanging from her neck and she opened her mouth and took JS's cock in it, wrapping her fingers around his cock and yanking on it as she sucked him off. Gary, Mike and me, all just standing there watching as the girl sucked his cock. Jim pulled at the back of her dress and I realised why he had chosen her, he had felt that she was commando, just like I was too. JS said, "God I'm close, god you're fucking good at this!" Then JS pushed her mouth away from his cock and he pulled her to her feet, bent her over his dressing table and took her from behind. The floor manager called out "Two minutes please!" and JS grunted his climax into the girls cunt as she started chewing on her gum all over again face down in JS's makeup. We all walked out of the dressing room together, JS and his bodyguards went through to the stage and Debby and I took the route back to where the punters were dancing. This was the wildest nightclub for around a hundred miles, well, the wildest scene rather than club and it was all because of JS's skills at managing an audience and stringing the right mixture of tunes following one after the other with his own brand of witty banter and anecdotes. I thought to myself, 'how cool is this? I'm getting fantastic pay, great clothes and get to dance at the best spot in town.' The only discos I had ever been too before were back in my own village or a neighbouring village where the girls all danced together until the last dance and the top five percent of the popular girls would get approached by a guy for the last dance and the boy's hope of a fumble with the girl on the walk home. Back home I wasn't in the top five percent, I had never been 'walked home' after a disco and so had never had a boy fighting me for a fumble in the dark but here, because of my dress, the way I looked and the much respected 'access all area's' pass hanging over my right breast, I was dancing with any man I wanted too, it was my choice now, quite a kick, a huge power trip and even on a crowded dance floor the men dancing with me all wanted a fumble, a kiss and a little touch of one part of my body or another. Towards the end of JS's ninety minute set I spotted Debby heading back stage and even though I didn't want to leave the dance floor it ran through my mind that she may be looking for a little keepsake, a memento of her fifteen minutes dangling on the end of JS's cock. I followed Debby along the passageway to the dressing rooms, JS's room was locked so I didn't need to leave the dance floor after all. I heard the sound of grunting coming from the smaller dressing room of the DJ who had opened the evening and who would be closing the night down after JS finished his set. I looked in the room, Debby was once again, face down in makeup on a dressing table chewing gum as her cunt was being filled from behind, this time by a man much closer to her own age. I had gone through close to seventeen years without seeing anything overtly sexual in real life, just a few plays on TV where sex was very much simulated and in just three days I had seen sex over and over again, up close and personal, JS was right, seeing two people fucking did leave me with a tingle deep inside my body, and with no other terms of reference I'd have to count that as being turned on. "Never party after a job at the job!" It was a simple mantra but I could understand why JS said it, at the Empire JS had over three thousand fans all jostling to get close to him, his bodyguards were at full stretch just holding people back. As soon as JS finished his set we all slipped out as quickly as we could, all taking our places in the Rolls Royce before JS gunned it away from the club. We drove for almost an hour into a neighbouring town to a jazz bar. JS still had fans adoring him even there, but only twenty or thirty, not thousands. I sat sipping juice listening to discordant jazz strings and watching JS flirting with ten different women, well, girls, Nineteen years old and under. JS came close to fucking a few of them but it didn't seem his heart was in it, if I had to guess why, I'd have to say they were a little old for his tastes. At three o'clock in the morning we headed off to JS's house, Gary was driving as JS had several drinks over the limit. Mick sat in the front with Gary and JS was in the back with me. I was pulled onto his knee, my dress was half way up my back before the car left the city limits and JS was trying to get his cock in me as we sped along the main road. I wasn't being nasty or anything but I managed to keep his bare cock out of my cunt during the whole journey, I let him kiss me, I let him fondle my tits and I let him finger me but I stopped that final penetration. In the end I gave him a hand job as we turned down the driveway to his house. I was woken at ten o'clock even though I wanted to sleep later, the cook had made breakfast and JS was bright eyed and bushy tailed, you'd have never known that he tied one on the night before or that he hadn't got to bed before four-thirty in the morning. Nothing at all was mentioned about the previous evening and the fact that I hadn't allowed him to fuck me, he checked to make sure that I hadn't put a bra on under my top and he felt my bottom through my mini skirt, "You've got knickers on, you're just a spoilsport." I had to read through all of JS's emails, he was a popular man but he wasn't up to the latest technology like emails and texting, there were three emails from Fiona on her school email account, JS didn't want to know, he just told me to be nice to her in my replies. There was also an email from Samantha, thanking JS for the day out the day before as well as the 'extra time' he spent with her. I was nice to Fiona but JS didn't even want me to reply to Samantha. Later in the day I spotted another email from Fiona. She mentioned that she was going to be in London the following Wednesday and wondered if it would be possible to meet him sometime. I was just going to reply that I, JS, didn't know what I was doing on Wednesday but I realised that the whole nation knew exactly where JS would be on Wednesday, he would be filming the most popular music program in Europe, at the TV studios in London, Fiona was fishing for a ticket to the show. The TV company screened out under eighteens from getting tickets but under eighteens often got in using fake ID's, being on the DJ's personal guest list would mean she would bypass ID age checks. I mentioned Fiona's latest email to JS, "Would you like me to add her to the guest list for you and let her know?" JS smiled at me, "You're settling in very well Victoria, yes, do that little thing for me!" I loved being involved in the whole show business thing, JS was busy almost every day of the week, meeting the entertainment's good and great, taking part in TV appearances. I was even on TV a few times although I never told my parents to look out for me as I was often dressed more like a call girl than a PA to a successful artist. Fiona managed to get into London several times on the Wednesdays that JS filmed his TV shows and every time she went to the studio I watched as she 'paid' for her admission into the show in JS's dressing room, with her body. JS was much misunderstood by the people around him, everyone wanted JS to be their own version of what they wanted a star to be. I knew that he was just a little man with a chip on his shoulder that he tried to mitigate by having sex with every woman he ever met, and the younger the woman was, the more he had to have her. All I really did know was that in the twenty years I worked for JS I gave him around six thousand hand-jobs, I fought him off over ten thousand times when he tried to put his cock in my cunt and I was his longest serving PA ever, I was with him until the day he died. David organised a pension for me and pointed out that I was still covered by the confidentiality contract until the day I died. I could have made far more money by just writing my memoirs about all the other people I had seen misbehaving without even mentioning JS but I actually liked having the respect of so many famous people. 5,500 Words
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