The secretary

“Hmm, maybe this one.” I pick up the Harlequin where the billionaire boss discovers that his new personal assistant lied on her resume. Alison takes it from my hand shyly and studies the picture on the cover. The pretty young blonde heroine laying on her back with the handsome CEO is pretty much her age and despite the title of the book looks just as sexy as her.

“She doesn't look all that **** to me.” I smile a little at her observation, but Alison doesn't seem to notice and goes on without missing a beat. “But she is cute. That's the one where the heroine is caught lying on her resume, right?” Her doe eyes meet mine somberly. “If you were her boss, Mr. P would you take advantage of her mistake to get into her pants?”

“Maybe, if I was that billionaire CEO. A man like that is used to getting what he wants.” I answer neutrally, not wanting to come off like a total creep especially after what we just did. If I am remembering the right book, the CEO blackmails the naïve young woman up to his hotel suite where he fucks the crap out of her. In fact, I'm pretty sure this is the book where the man pretty much forces the innocent secretary onto her back and just doesn't take 'no' for an answer until he's taken her. I wonder if Alison has had a chance to do more than read the blurb in the front, so I explain a little about the story line.

“He threatens to fire her if she doesn't agree to go out on a date with him.” Alison doesn't seem too perturbed by what in this day and age of 'Me too' many would see as a sexual predator's **** of his naïve victim. “They end up back at his penthouse and start kissing.” She brushes a lock of her blonde hair back behind her ear and I notice a decided flush to her cheeks as I get to the good part. “The innocent personal assistant starts to panic when she feels her dress pulled off, but by then it is too late. The billionaire pins her to the bed, pulls apart her legs and pops her cherry.”

“She was a virgin?” I try to keep my expression neutral, but Alison is getting pretty good at reading me.

“You like the idea of an older man taking advantage of an innocent young girl,” she smiles knowingly, “that's why you got me those books, all three of them involve powerful men seducing naïve beauties. Just like you seduced me.”

“Maybe,” I shrug, not comfortable with examining my true intentions too carefully. “Is that what you want, Angel?” My eyes lock hers in a long stare, “Do you want to be the **** secretary who has no real choice but to let her older boss spread her legs?” The color in her face intensifies, and I see the knuckles of her hand whiten but in a soft whisper she tells me what I want to hear.

“Yes Sir,” her eyes drop to where her hands are clenched tightly together. “It's not all that different from what we just did.” She looks up at me again, “I've got some reading to do tonight.” She settles back against the pillow with a grin on her face. “I want to be ready when you are.”

Alison did not sit with me that evening, and although I miss her quiet company, I know exactly what she's doing. In fact, I end up downloading an e-version of the book and read through it again, this time paying much more attention to every detail.

The next morning after Alison leaves for her classes I make a trip to Macy's and found a Calvin Klein pencil skirt in charcoal grey and complimentary tailored white blouse that had a perfect blend of professional and feminine. To complete the outfit, I find a pair of back-seam stockings that will look great on Alison's long shapely legs. I leave the boxes at the top of the stairs just outside Alison's bedroom door with a handwritten note that says simply.

I know you lied on your resume, Miss Miller. There will have to be consequences; you have until Friday evening to prepare.

As I wait for my tenant to return from her classes, I make a series of phone calls setting up my surprise for her the next day. I start by calling my broker who in addition to being a friend of mine also had me to thank for helping his boy get into college after a rough start to high school - and he knew it. After I called in the favor, I made reservations for the next night smiling with anticipation as I pictured Alison wearing the sexy secretary outfit I bought.

Alison's squeak of surprise later that afternoon is the only immediate indication that she's found my presents, but as we eat dinner that night, she is far less talkative than usual. She does however sit with me on the couch as I flip back and forth between a really bad Thursday Night Football game between the Bucs and the Bears and equally depressing news about the sudden spread of Covid into the heartland.

“Thank-you for the clothes, Mr. P.” She seems genuinely pleased so I guess I did alright. “They fit perfectly, how did you know my size?”

“I took an educated guess, Angel.” I smile at her “You're a little slimmer than Fran, so I got a couple sizes smaller.” More time was spent sitting together in silence until with a coy smile, Alison stretches like a cat and climbs off the couch. “I have to get ready for tomorrow, so have a good night, Mr. P.” She pauses at the foot of the stairs, and there is a subtle change in her demeanor.

“Sir, I know what I did was wrong, but it doesn't mean you own me.” Her deep breath lifts her breasts enticingly and she puts her hands on her hips. “I'm not going to let things get out of hand like they did the other day in your office.”

“You'll do exactly as I say, young lady,” I reply sternly, playing the role of her demanding boss, “or your career in the big city will be over before it even starts.” With a delightful gulp, Alison flees up the stairs leaving me to decide between the Tampa Bay - Chicago game and Cuomo ranting about Trump's latest lie-filled rally. In spite of my best efforts, more than once my mind wanders to the office scene that Alison referred to and try to picture what she'd look like face down on a desk with her skirt lifted up over her hips.

I don't sleep particularly well that night, but I am still up in the morning when my tenant walks silently into the kitchen. She's wearing her usual tight-fitting jeans and a plain brown sweater that hugs her tits like a tight glove.

There is not as much skin showing on this chilly October mornings, but she is still as sexy as fuck, and I pity the boys in her class who will are trying to pay attention to the lecture while looking at her.

“Is there anything special you'll need from me today, Sir?” The question is loaded with sexual tension and excitement. “I have classes, but you're the boss so if you need me to, I can stay...”

“Not until this evening,” I do my best to hide my anticipation, “When you get back you can change into something more appropriate, then I have a surprise for you.” I am rewarded with the sight of her eyes widening, but I shoo her away before she can pester me with questions.