by Sarah Daltry
MORE THAN A JOB
(The Complete Series)
An erotic romance
By Sarah Daltry
More than a Job
Copyright 2013 Sarah Daltry
All rights reserved
SDE Press, LLC
No part of this work may be duplicated in any form without the express written permission of the author.
Table of Contents
Title Page
Copyright Page
Part I: Love on Call
Part II: Market Penetration
Part III: Tangible Assets
Part I: Love on Call
1.
I am running late. Since I started this job, I have been on time maybe twice. I’m kind of surprised I haven’t been fired yet, but it is coming. I see the way that Ms. Schulman, the old divorcee who is Mr. Arnauer’s administrative assistant, looks at me. “Whatever,” I think. Ms. Schulman is probably jealous. I just recently finished college and have been trying to develop a better “work life balance” as everyone calls it. The problem is that I have a hard time saying no when my best friend and college roommate Katie invites me clubbing. Katie may have still been able to go out every night, but it is starting to affect me. I have to grow up.
I fight with my nylons and eventually get myself dressed. My skirt is too short and too tight, but I don’t have time to find something else. The blue shirt looks cute and this could mostly pass if Katie calls me to go out again. I may even be able to take a nap if I get home early enough.
When I get into the office, though, I’m anxious when I see Ms. Schulman talking to another young girl. She looked more professional than me and Ms. Schulman is showing her how to transfer calls. I’m the receptionist, so this is bad.
“Oh, Jayni. I’m glad you’re here,” Ms. Schulman said, sounding anything but glad. “This is Alice. She will be our new receptionist. I think she comes from the same temp agency as you.”
“But I’m sorry I’m late. It won’t happen again. Please. I can’t afford to be fired.” I don’t like to beg, but I am not going to move back home to Ohio.
“Who said anything about being fired?” Mr. Arnauer appears from behind me. I am always amazed at how attractive he is. He is almost fifty, old enough to be my father, but he is in great shape. His graying hair is distinguished and he still has a lot of mischief in those blue eyes. His hands are also large and look like they could do some pretty amazing things. “Although we do need to talk about your tardiness.” He leads me to his office and I follow, confused but happy I am not being fired.
Mr. Arnauer sits behind his large desk. He is extremely organized. There is not even a paper out of place. He gestures to a chair in front of the desk and invites me to sit. I realize when I sit that my skirt is definitely too short. I am flashing my new thong to my boss and I think Mr. Arnauer looks as I sit. I almost give him more to look at, but I am pretty sure he is married. He doesn’t wear a ring, but I’ve confirmed several business trip reservations and there was always a woman on the itinerary.
“Jayni, I think I may have a position that would be a good fit for you, but I wanted to discuss it in private first.”
“Okay. Mr. Arnauer, I appreciate you even considering me.”
“Please. Call me Mike.”
“Alright, Mike.” It feels awkward to say it but I am not going to argue. Besides, he smiles when I say his name. I like the way that his eyes crinkle when he smiles. What are you doing, I think. Are you seriously crushing on this man who is offering you a job? Get it together! I listen to my inner voice and try to focus on what he is saying.
“The pay will be a bit more than you are making now. You will no longer be working for the agency, of course, but for me directly. I will also make sure that your rent is paid and that you have everything you need for clothes and expenses.”
“Absolutely. That sounds great.” Shit. I should have listened to him and not been thinking about his smile because I now have no idea what I will be doing.
“Okay, so there is just the last thing. The interview. I would like you to come in tonight. Maybe at eight? We will have the office to ourselves by then.”
“I’ll be here,” I say. It seems strange to have an interview at night, but he is a busy man. He has a company to run, after all.
“Great. So I will see you tonight. You can let yourself out.”
I get up and go to the door when he stops me.
“Oh and Jayni? Wear that skirt tonight.”
#
“Katie, I told you, I have an interview.” I am watching the clock. I have twenty minutes left until I have to leave. I have been getting more and more nervous as the night wears on. I have no real work experience and I’m afraid this interview will not go well. Since I graduated, I have had no luck at interviews. It is why I am working through an agency; I am the type of employee companies like having the option of replacing. At least Mr. Arnauer... Mike .... seems to think I would be a good fit.
“No one has interviews at 8 o’clock at night,” Katie argues. “I promised Liam you would be there.” Liam is Katie’s boyfriend Steve’s roommate. Katie is always trying to set me up. In college, Katie had gone through boyfriends on a monthly basis, but I never found anyone I liked much. Katie still teases me about being a spinster. When I mentioned adopting a cat, Katie said I was too close to spending my life alone with a bunch of cats.
“I have to go. It sounds like a good opportunity,” I lie. Since I do not know what the job is, it is hard to say whether or not it would be a good opportunity.
“Fine, but call me when you get out. We will be out late and I am sure your interview will not be more than an hour.” We agree that I will call and meet them wherever they are by the time I finish my interview. I have on the black skirt and choose a partially sheer black and silver shirt. It looks fashionable but would be fine for the club. It is actually a little sexy, but I have no intentions of having sex tonight. It has been a while since I have, but I am already balancing too much. I do not need a serious relationship right now.
I make it to the office at almost exactly eight o’clock. It is dark and I wonder if Mr. Arnauer forgot. I’m about to leave when his office door opens and light streams out into the hallway.
“Jayni, it is nice to see you. Come to the conference room. Jay is waiting to meet you.”
Jay? I feel my palms sweating as I follow Mr. Arnauer to the conference room. At the head of the conference table is the hottest man I have ever seen. He has dark hair and green eyes. His olive skin is smooth and his chest is broad and muscular. He is dressed casually for a job interview in a tight black t-shirt and jeans. His clothes stretch around his muscles and I am immediately focusing on the wrong things yet again. When I see that he is barefoot, though, I am a little insulted. Maybe Mr. Arnauer does not take me very seriously as a candidate.
Arnauer closes the door behind him and it locks. He sits in a chair at the other end of the table. I choose a chair on the side, in the middle.
“Well, Jayni, as I said, I need a personal assistant. One who can help me entertain clients as I travel, but also serve my needs. I thought perhaps we could start with Jay and I could see how you do? If it looks like you have the potential I believe you do, you can start this weekend. I am due in Boston for a conference for three days.”
“Of course. I am ready to discuss any of my qualifications.” I turn to Jay and address him. “Is there something in particular you would like to know?”
Jay grins. He looks across the table at Arnauer. “Mike, are you sure she is up to this?”
Mike turns to me. “I think you can handle it, right?”
“Mr. Arnauer, I may not hav
e a great deal of experience, but-”
“Jayni, I told you to call me Mike.”
“Mike. I have not been out of college long, but I can be an asset to your company.”
Jay approaches me. I am shocked when he runs his hands over my shirt, touching my breasts. His hands slip into my bra and my nipples get hard as he touches them. I am humiliated, but it is exciting. “I would say she certainly has assets we can utilize.” He turns my chair so I am facing him, my face flush with his crotch. He kneels in front of me and starts to unbutton my shirt.
“What are you doing?” I ask. I want to argue; I am supposed to be on a job interview but his hands are moving quickly and I cannot believe how turned on I am. He has my shirt off and begins to kiss my neck. When he bites me lightly, I let out a moan. It’s embarrassing, but his hands and tongue are magic on my skin. He stands and picks me up, placing me on the conference room table. My legs are pushed apart and my crotch rests against his tight jeans. Mike is watching our every move. Jay pulls his shirt over his head. His muscles ripple and I can’t resist touching him. He pulls me closer to him and kisses me hard on the mouth. His tongue makes small circles around my lips and I feel myself getting wet. His zipper looks like it is about to pop. “Yes,” I whimper.
He has my skirt off now, and then my bra and panties. I am lying naked in the center of the conference room table, my pussy soaking wet. There are two incredibly sexy men in the room and I think I really need to get this job. Right now, all I want is for Jay to touch me, to kiss me everywhere. He moves closer and I reach for his zipper, pulling on it to reveal a cock that is massive. When he is free from the constraining denim, I can see the vein pulsating. I run my hand along the shaft, feeling it harden more in my hand. Jay groans and I feel the throbbing in his member. It is intense. He steps back, pulling his jeans off and then climbs on the table and straddles me.
“Did you want something?” He moves his hand between my legs and slips two fingers into me. My legs tighten and I writhe against his fingers. He is teasing me and I groan in ecstasy.
“I want you inside of me,” I beg. He is about to oblige when I turn my head to the left to see Mike sitting in his chair, jerking off as he watches. I feel bad for him and sit up, pulling myself along the table so that I am next to him. My pussy is drenched but I can’t ignore the boss.
“Let me,” I offer. He smiles; I can see that he is lonely but that is forgotten as I go down on him. He grips the back of my head and pushes me down on his cock. Jay refuses to be left out, though, and I come almost immediately as he enters me from behind, his giant dick filling my hole completely. I move my mouth up and down on Mike’s shaft vigorously until he comes. Swallowing, I look up at him. He gently kisses my forehead and I fall onto the table face down and come several more times before Jay finally pulls out and releases himself on my back.
“I would say you got the job,” Mike says.
I lie on the conference room table and smile, satisfied in a way I have never been, but also confused.
“So, maybe you want to tell me what the job is again?” Mike and Jay both laugh.
“Come in tomorrow morning. We will go over the details.”
2.
I call Katie and tell her I am too tired to go out, but that I will call her tomorrow. She is already a little drunk anyway so she is not too upset. I set my alarm before I go to bed. I definitely want to make sure I make it into the office on time tomorrow. I can’t stop replaying the evening in my head and fall asleep, smiling broadly.
In the morning, I am actually early to work. I have a feeling I will enjoy this job. Mike is in his office; Ms. Schulman and Alice look at me with disdain as I enter. I don’t care, though. Last night sure beat answering phones.
“Good morning.” Mike is all business today and he is seated behind his desk. “As I said, I have a conference this weekend, so let me go over the specifics and then you can go.”
“Sounds good.” I feel shy and his work persona is disconcerting. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.
“Basically, I need to travel a lot. I meet with clients and they have various needs. I also travel alone and my life gets dull. I have a ridiculous amount of money, but I do not like the idea of hiring escorts. What I need is a personal assistant. You will travel with me. I will make sure you have any clothes or necessities for our travels and all your expenses will be taken care of. When I return from conferences, you will go to dinner with me, or do some sightseeing. And we will share a room and we will be intimate.”
“So I am going to be your call girl?” I can’t say I am even that bothered by it, because Mike is sexy and I don’t want a relationship. I can kind of understand the simplicity of a relationship based on sex and mutual goals.
“Please don’t view it that way. You never have to do anything you don’t want to. I am not into any kind of violence and I will not hurt you. You will be treated like my lover or girlfriend, but it is a business partnership. It is important that we never cross the line beyond that. You seem like an independent woman. I will handle many of your materialistic needs and I think we saw last night that we can satisfy one another.” He smiles. It is flirty and sweet. I should be offended by this proposal. Maybe it is demeaning, but really, I get to travel and fuck a gorgeous man. And he pays my bills. With no strings attached. I am actually pretty excited about the job.
“So what’s the fine print? Are you married? There must be a catch.”
His eyes darken. “I’m not married. But that is the last time we will discuss my personal life. There are no attachments on my end. I hope you can say the same.”
“I don’t even have a pet,” I say.
“Good. I suppose that the catch would be that I would ask that you be open to entertaining my clients as well.”
“So I will fuck your business partners?”
“Again, I ask that you are open to it, but you will not have to if you prefer not to do so. If a client is rude or demands something you do not feel comfortable doing, I will tell him no.”
“Is Jay a client?” I think of how it felt having him inside me last night. I would certainly not mind entertaining him.
Mike laughs. “Yes. And I get the feeling that you will be happy to entertain him. He is only here a few times a year, though, sadly.” He smirks at me and I blush. Mike knows very well how much I enjoyed Jay’s company. I am wet just thinking about it.
“It doesn’t bother you if I spend the night with another man?” I ask.
“I have run this company since I was young and it is important to me. It is the closest thing I have to a family and I maintain my business relationships by providing something other companies do not.”
“Me,” I answer.
“It is not unheard of for men on business trips or at conventions to hire women. I provide them something better, because I have tested you and I know that you have the requisite skills. Some men also like feeling that they have wooed a woman, rather than paid her.”
“They won’t pay you for my company?”
“No. You will play to their needs. If they flirt, you will be receptive. You will make them think that you would have slept with them regardless of your partnership with me. No one but you and I know of this arrangement. Well, and Jay. Someone had to try you out.”
“Why didn’t you?” I ask. “I would have liked that.”
“Because I am not the only man you will be with. Besides, we will have more than enough time to get to know one another intimately.”
#
Mike calls me and tells me to go shopping for our trip to Boston. I realize how much fun it is to buy clothes on someone else’s credit card. This is what being rich must feel like. I also buy a set of luggage, because I don’t think my normal method of shoving things into various bags will impress anyone at this conference. Our car comes to pick us up at noon on Friday. We will be staying in the city until Monday.
The chauffeur helps me with my luggage and opens my door for me. I
am first on the schedule so I stretch out. I am tempted to open the champagne, but this all still feels a little unreal. I am afraid I will wake up and find out that I am still the receptionist and that I am late for work.
We pick Mike up at the office. Part of me is disappointed that I won’t get to see his apartment, but he is very closed off about his personal life. I remind myself that I am not in this for a relationship and girlfriends go to apartments. On the plus side, it means I do not have to clean up after him in my own apartment.
He looks handsome as always. We have a two-hour drive to Boston, but I realize I have no idea what to talk about. He has a stack of papers and I expect he will just read through them, but he puts them down and moves closer to me.
“Do you want some champagne?”
“You read my mind,” I laugh.
After he pours our glasses, he loosens his tie. He looks a little tired. I feel a little pity. I wonder why he never married, why he is looking for someone like me.
He kisses me. It is soft. There is none of the passion that there was with Jay, but I like it. I feel comfortable with him. He takes my champagne glass, puts it in the holder, and runs his hands through my hair. I link my hands behind his neck and we lie back on the car seat. His kisses become more insistent, hungrier. I feel him harden and I run my hand over the bulge in his pants. He moves atop of me and it is desperate. We are pulling at clothes and it is all hands and kisses. I have never even been in a limo, never mind had sex in one. It is awkward at first because we can’t undress completely, but he lifts my skirt up around my waist. I am glad I decided to forego the nylons in lieu of a longer skirt. He slips inside me and we get into a steady pattern of thrusting. I close my eyes and focus on how it feels to have his dick slipping in and out of my cunt.
His eyes meet mine and he moans, a sound of passion and pain. I kiss him and respond to him by wrapping my legs around his waist, giving him room to plunge deeper. Between the rhythm of the car and the steady movement of our bodies, we fall into an ebb and flow of pleasure. He is buried deep inside of me and his steady pushing drives me wild. My orgasm is a full body one; little shivers run through my arms and legs and my toes curl. When he finishes, we just lie there, clinging to one another.