Hiring Decisions

Turning around, I saw Lindsay balancing on one foot, hopping as she less than gracefully tried to get her heels back on. "What can I do for you Linds?"

"Well, Mast...no. Not Master, not right now. Despite what just happened here, my request for you is actually somewhat professional. Sort of."

Cocking a smile at that, I replied back at the brunette as she tried to put her appearance back in order. "Oh?"

"Hannah and I have been talking," she said, looking to our boss who nodded her agreement, "and I was hoping to ask a favor of you."

Taking seat on the desk next to Hannah, I smiled back at the Lindsay. "Of course. Master or not, boss or not, you've always been a good friend to me since I first darkened Haute's doors. I'd be happy to do you a solid. What do you have on your mind?"

"Hold off on your promises just yet, this is a big ask. You may have heard Hannah and I talking about my friend Natalie." I nodded at that. There had been some mention of a Natalie just a couple hours ago. "She's one of my best friends from college. She's moving back into town after breaking off her engagement with a slimy guy, and she could really use a job. I was thinking...we were thinking that she'd be a good fit for your new personal assistant."

"Wait...hold up. I get a personal assistant?" I turn to Hannah, mouth agape.

"Of course you do. You're now the vice-president of this whole operation. You're going to need someone handling a lot of the minutiae for you like Lindsay does for me." It all seems to make sense to me, as I nod along to Hannah's explanation. "Plus, I've met Natalie a couple times. I was going to try and hire her before she and her fiance moved to Santa Fe. She'd be a great assistant in a normal situation...."

"I'm sensing a but. And a butt." Hannah squeaked as I pinched her firm ass through her skirt.

"Oh good. My master likes puns. Awesome. Yes, there is a...well not a catch, but a complication. Look at the clock Mike, it's almost 5. Most of the staff has been busy all day, but you and I? We've been mostly useless. Even if we account for announcing your promotion, and me kicking out of the office for a couple hours, we still got NOTHING done. Your receptionist is going to have to be a couple things. First, they'd have to be exceptionally competent at office administration tasks."

"Which Natalie is." Lindsay interjected, as she stepped up to me and began retying my tie.

"Second," Hannah continued, "more so than a normal assistant, yours will need to be a bit of a hard-ass. Both on you, and everyone else. She'll need to keep you on track, and run interference on people seeking your time. More importantly, she'll need to be aware of your schedule. Intimately aware of your schedule, if you get what I mean. Which brings me to point number three. Your personal assistant will need to a special compensation package. Wink, wink." With that, both ladies actually winked at me.

"I see. Well, both of you seem confident in her more...normal aspects of her resume. Lindsay, are you sure you want to give your friend a coin? You know what that will mean for her, right?"

"Of course, master. To both points. Her ex was a shit-heel who never deserved an iota of her time and attention. You're different. Even without the magic harem coins, you're much better than the dipshit who dragged her to Santa Fe to 'do something with turquoise.'"

"Okay, here's the question I've been trying to avoid. We all know what giving a woman one of these coins means. I hate to be shallow, but..."

With that, Lindsay feel to the floor laughing. Apparently, blind reverence isn't going to be a feature of my harem. "You've got nothing to worry on that front, Master." Hannah purred into my ear. "Lindsay, do you happen to have a picture of Natalie we can show Mike?"

Still wheezing from her giggling, Lindsay passed her phone to us. "Yeah, she just sent me this photo of a dress she was trying on. Here, take a look."

Looking at the picture, I whistled. Like a goddamn cartoon wolf whistle.

"Fuck...okay, we can cross that item off the list of concerns. Yeah, if you think she'd like to work here, let's set up an interview."

"YES!" Came the triumphant shout from the floor. "You won't be sorry, I promise Mike!"

"I don't expect I will, Lindsay, thank you. Thank you both. Oh...and Lindsay?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know if she bought the dress?"