"It's driving me crazy."
"What is, Ma?"
"Your father having such a sexy young secretary. I know she's very good at the job, but I can't help but wonder whether she's a temptation he can't resist."
"First, I don't know that she'd want to tempt Dad. Second, I don't think Dad would fool around at work. Too much risk of screwing up a good thing. Sadie would be hard to replace if it ended badly. Not to mention the risk of an HR complaint. Dad has never had it so good, and I don't see him spoiling it."
"Sure, but he's the big boss. He knows how to silence an HR complaint. She is so sexy, I know that if I was a man I wouldn't be able to resist. Heck, I'm a woman and I'm halfway tempted to give her a taste."
THAT got my attention for sure. I had never known my mother to show any bi tendencies. Her obsession about Sadie was serious.
"How about I ask her out and see if I can tell whether she's more interested in a guy Dad's age. She's only in her early twenties, so she is just a few years older than me."
"She might think that just turned twenty-one is too young, but I suppose that is worth a try."
Which is how I ended up sitting at a table for two in the best restaurant in town with Sadie, my father's sexy secretary. Frankly, despite my bravado with my mother, I was a bit surprised she had said 'yes'. A hot tamale like Sadie was bound to have a boyfriend, or three.
Maybe she thought saying 'no' would upset my Dad. It was no secret that he and I were close. I was training at school to take over the business from him and spent my spare time interning at his office. Occasionally, I tore my attention away from ogling Sadie and did real work.
Sadie was dressed as if it was a real date, wearing four-inch stiletto heels, sheer black stockings, a red skirt six inches above her knee, top cut just low enough to show her cleavage and hint that she might not be wearing a bra. It was hard not to stare to see if her headlights were on.
But I behaved myself, not even drooling when she uncrossed and crossed her legs with a whisper of silk.
I had booked us the chef's table, tucked neatly in a dark corner just off the kitchen. It featured a tasting menu of current highlights, served as a succession of small dishes. A different wine would be featured with each.
"Are you even old enough to drink, Andy?" Sadie joked. At least I hope she was joking. My exact age wasn't something I advertised around the office, but it was clear that I was a college junior. As an intern, I was teased by a lot of the staff, treated like a kid. Which was really too bad, because unlike my father, I'd be quite happy to take a dip in the secretarial pool.
Dinner proceeded smoothly. The waiter was virtually silent, other than brief descriptions of each course, and the wine pairing. Halfway through, the chef himself brought out the centerpiece of the menu, a paper-thin slice of duck breast that had just been touched by heat enough to turn the orange sauce into a glaze, served on a bed of exotic Asian vegetables.
Sadie ate with gusto but moved daintily. She sipped at each wine but showed no effects of the alcohol. As dinner progressed, she focused her gaze more intensely on me and started to gently tease me.
"it's very bold of you, inviting me for dinner, Andy. I have to admit that part of the reason I accepted was just to find out if you had an agenda. I hope that you're not hoping to get lucky. I'm not that kind of girl," she giggled, "at least not on the first date."
I swallowed the temptation to ask her whether or not her lunches with my father counted as dates. If so, they were well past first date stage. My mind wandered, wondering where my father would fuck her, if in fact they had seduced one another. Her apartment? A hotel room? Dad's car? Or on top of his gigantic office desk? I had often fantasized myself about lifting Sadie up onto that desk, skirt around her waist, legs spread wide and giving her a good fucking.
"Earth to Andy. Where did your mind go?"
Apparently, I was fantasizing again during dinner.
"Just thinking about the risks and rewards of dipping into the secretarial pool."
She had opened the topic of sex. Now my task was to investigate whether that involved my father.
"And what did you decide?"
"That I could get away with it if I wasn't an intern, and thus untouchable to all the women because I'm too young, but that my father could get in a lot of trouble."
There. I'd baited the hook. Now to see if Sadie bit.
Which thought made my brain dissolve from images of Sadie nibbling my ear, licking down my neck, slowly unbuttoning my shirt, trailing down my torso until she swirled her tongue in my navel. I managed to stop the fantasy before it got too detailed about just what her hands might be busy doing below my waist. My mission was to detect whether my father was unfaithful, not to dive into a pool of lust myself. My cock did not quite get that. It was engorged and throbbing. My balls were tight to my groin.
"I'm not a Daddy's girl," I heard Sadie say through the fog. " I like my men young and lusty."
