Alise stared at the empty glass as she set it back down on the table. She really needed a break to get this job. She had reached a place of desperation. One more drink before she had the courage to do what she had to do.
She stopped at a sex shop on the way and purchased thigh high hose, and one of those stereotypical secretary outfits, with the ultra short, tight skirt and the tight white blouse. She put it on the dressing room and looked, well, the store owner said she looked amazing. She wore no bra or panties, and the tops of the hose were just below the hemline of the skirt. She looked like a slut, for sure, which is pretty much what she felt like. The skirt fit her like a stretch glove, as did the tight white blouse which opened all the way to her navel in a deep V-neck, accentuating her full breasts.
She drove to the home of Dr. Chad Jenkins, a noted Psychologist and author, slid a breath mint into her mouth, and determined to go through with her plan. It would mean not only more money, but as personal assistant to the noted reasearch psychologist, her benefits would be incredible.
She pushed the doorbell, and Dr. Jenkins answered.
"Well, hello Alise. Thank you for meeting me here. I know it probably seems a bit unusual, but, well, I want to discuss a vital promotion for you that will require additional skills, education, and above all discretion."
Alise entered and strutted by Dr. Jenkins, who did not try to hide his appreciation of her body, her scent, and her feminine grace. She could feel his eyes on her and was surprised at how it made her feel.
"You look exceptionally nice this evening, Alise. Is this a new outfit? I don't recall seeing it at the office."
"Ah, yes, Sir. It is new. I'm glad you like it. I confess I bought it with you in mind."
"Me? Really? Well that's very interesting, dear. Very interesting indeed. That brings me to this new position. As you know, I have been interviewing for a personal assistant without much success." Dr. Jenkins stood directly in front of Alise, paused in his speech, and examined her with his eyes head to toe. He walked to the kitchen table and sat in one of the chairs.
"Now, please fetch us both a cup of coffee. I take one sugar only. You may fix yours as you please."
She did as requested. She felt quite awkward walking around in her boss' home dressed this way, but was more and more determined to see it through. Shortly, she set the cups of coffee on the table and took a seat opposite him.
"Yes, thank you, dear." She took a few sips. She found it terribly difficult to concentrate on his words, because she was distracted by her own body. Alise was middle-aged, and she was of average height with lovely hair and face, heavy, plump breasts, and a soft belly, muscular legs and strong arms.
"I understand your need, Alise, perhaps better than you know. I believe that I can help you and develop your natural talents, but first, I must assess your abilities and training. Tell me, please, is your vagina wet?"
"Um, yes, Sir, I believe it is," she said, "quite. Why do you ask, Sir?" She smiled as she sought to regain control of the conversation. She leaned seductively over the table, her breasts all but popping free of the thin, white fabric that tried in vain to hide her aroused nipples.
"Alise, with all the new fangled political correctness and so on, it has been exceptionally hard to find a personal assistant to meet all of my personal needs. Your application caught my attention and the initial interview, I thought, went fairly well as far as it went." He continued his speech, and Alise stirred in her seat. She knew what she had to do, what she wanted to do, what she needed to do, but how could she? Did she dare just get up while he was talking? Her face flushed deeper and deeper and her heartbeat increased. She could see his mouth moving but her mind was no longer on his words.
"Sir," she interrupted, "Please go ahead and talk." She stood and gracefully knelt between his legs, turning his hips toward her. "You look so tense, Sir. Please, allow me to relieve a bit of our stress." Skillfully, she undid his slacks and before he knew what was happening, her mouth surrounded his flaccid dick.
Surprised, he patted her head, and leaned back to enjoy her intentions. "You see, Alise! You anticipated my request. Mmmmm and that is quite a grip you have! Yes, wonderful!"
Alise's heat fired hotter and hotter as she sucked Dr. Jenkin's cock deep into her throat. He filled her wonderfully as he thickened. His hips adjusted, lifting so she could caress his balls as her mouth served him. It wasn't too long before she sensed his final approach.
"How would you care to release, Sir?" She asked, and quickly sucked him down her throat again. Without further conversation, he shot his hot milk into her throat with several groans of satisfaction and she eagerly drank, making delicious sounding purrs as she finished her service. She licked him clean, recovered his boxers, but left him to re-zip as she slid back into her seat. She absently licked her lips and waited for him to continue.
He rambled on about the many applicants he had interviewed and their short-comings. Alise tried to listen. She tried very hard, but his voice was so monotone. She was pretty sure he enjoyed her initial service, but alas, it left her wanting more. Dr. Jenkins, though somewhat nerdy, was a powerfully built man of well over 6 ft. He had been a football and wrestling star in college and had maintained his body well to his current mid-40's. Married and divorced long ago, he was not particularly known as a ladies' man, but Alise, sitting across from him like this, found him terribly exciting. It occurred to her there was music playing softly, and her body began to respond to it.
"Sir,that's all very interesting," she interrupted, "but as interested in what you're saying as I am, any chance we can just get better acquainted before any final decisions are made? Turn up the music and let's dance."
He laughed out loud as she stood, took his hand, and pulled him up to her. He looked into her face, into her lovely green eyes, and his hands cupped her scented breasts.
"Yes, Sir! That's the way! Would you like to see my breasts, Sir? Why don't you unbutton my blouse, Sir?"
"Well, if there was any doubt, my dear, I think yo'll be perfect for the position." He laughed as he slowly unbuttoned and removed her blouse to reveal her perfect set of D-sized breasts complete with hard raspberry red nipples. One hand grabbed a breast, hard, while the other sought something further south, between her parted, firm thighs.
"You're right, dear, you're quite wet indeed. Mmmm and what a lovely ripe cherry you have down here." He pressed her clitoris and then pinched it hard. She jumped. "Ah, you like that, hmm?"
Suddenly, he stopped and took a step back from her. He looked her up and down a few times, turned her once, and then disappeared into his office. He returned with a contract in hand for her to sign. She did, and he returned to his office. She heard him talking in the other room and walked to the door. He was on the phone. She stood there her luscious breasts exposed, and felt naked even though her tight, stretch skirt covered her bum, sort of. She felt a moment of panic.
"What had she signed? Who was he talking to?" Her mind wondered after those harassing fears.
He hung up the phone, walked to the front of his desk and motioned for her to approach.
