Work, finally

"Ohhh, every once in a while I do so appreciate that," Linda sighed as Adam kept pulsing into her. "I give you credit for really banging my brains out yesterday, just to convince me to allow you to choose your own secretary in the first place ... but once in a while a gal likes to know she can get her man's rocks off!"

"I should have known I was due for that, I've only had Beth this morning," Adam lied. In fact, he appreciated the deep dull ache he felt settling into his relentlessly exercised phallus. After Beth and Yasmine and Chita and Melba and now Linda, he figured he now had to be able to pull off being a eunuch for the next three hours, if only to satisfy the advice of Dr. Marlon Dietz. Three calm normal hours, a long lunch beginning at Tagon's, then the two o'clock -- yes, the day was shaping up very nicely in Adam's mind.

Linda just chuckled as they disengaged and discreetly cleaned up with handy wipe cloths. "Yes sir, Captain Control, sir! But you never did answer my question."

Truth to tell, Adam had enjoyed fantasizing ginormous gazongas on various women long before Gogo had entered the picture. "It would be very flattering -- and very interesting, I admit -- to me, but you're not going to do it, you have a carefully built-up image to maintain -- and anyway, what's Gogo to you?" He felt a bit irritated by all the interest. "Asking me if she's up for a threesome -- give the girl a break, she's very sweet and very religious and she just got off the plane."

Linda grinned. "Sometimes that's the perfect kind."

"I just like the idea of the kid being able to sort things out for herself, that's all. Joan agrees with me."

"Pro-TEC-tive! Wow, you HAVE fallen hard ... !" Seeing his disapproval, Linda suddenly shut her mouth and made a zipper motion over it. "All right, last thing I want is to upset you, my darling, I'll just drop it." She began to slip her suit back on. "Creative should be bringing up the pitch for an ad idea, they'll be dropping it by your office sometime today and I'd like you to look it over. Meantime, I want you to concentrate on getting to know the new Rako accounts."

"Rako?"

"From Rakorama?" Her smile was amused but a little reproachful. "You said you would look it over at home?"

"Oh, yes, of course -- Rako, meaning 'from the Asian province known as Rakorama.' I had just never heard the term actually used -- "

"Several Rako clients will be stopping by here at four," said Linda, swiftly straightening herself up while she interrupted him. "You will spend the day reading the files on them and their businesses, and you and I will entertain them for awhile. I'm counting on you to be seriously on top of this."

Adam winced inwardly, as this threatened to impinge upon his original social schedule, but he just nodded. "Will do."

"Well!" she said, approving of how crisp and professional both she and Adam looked. "Let's go out and greet your very sweet and religious secretary on her first full day."

You've seen her before, you've seen her before, Adam teased himself as they wound their way to his office -- and then he got a bit of a surprise anyway.

"Good morning, Ms. Redstone! Good morning, Mr. Ziktor! Isn't it just a beautiful glorious day!"

Adam mused over what had happened. He had, after all, left her with the twins and Flora -- yes, now he could see it. The sneaky little seamstresses, they must have converted an entire dress to be Gogo's blouse, then slashed another to simply be her skirt and found a nice jacket to go with it, though Adam serious doubted it could ever actually button up in front. It was all very colorful and impressive.

Even so, he had to wonder at the perverse humor of making Gogo's decolletage so deep and wide. The woman was a walking canyon of tempting cleavage. Adam felt all the more conflicted by the cross -- no, no longer a cross. This was larger and more detailed, this was an actual crucifix gleaming directly above all that bosom. He smiled; perhaps something to make him feel like some evil vampire was just what the doctor ordered, so to speak.

"It's certainly beautiful and glorious now ... !" Linda purred in an open compliment.

Adam didn't doubt it: Linda wanted to play with those gargantuan jubblies, and badly.

"Good morning, Miss Ejarmen," Adam proceeded coolly. "I'll be busy looking over files all day, save for a lunch date, an appointment at two, and a business date with Ms. Redstone at four, but that will give you an excellent opportunity to get all caught up on my correspondence."

"Excellent, Mr. Ziktor!" She made getting caught up on correspondence sound positively dreamy.

"Sometime today someone may stop off material concerning a commercial I want to look over, just let me know when I get it," Adam added.

"Oh yes, Mr. Ziktor! ... Mr. Ziktor, I believe we have a guest!"

They all turned. A blonde beauty in a large shapeless trenchcoat stood there.

"I am Magda," she said with a thick but charming Eastern European accent. "I was told to say that Mary sent me."

"Ah, well, if Mary sent you, the two of you should talk!" Linda urged.

Adam smiled and nodded at Gogo as he shut the door after them. "So ... Magda ... what is this all about?"

"Mary says she is concerned about you, and that she may not always be available." The blonde handed him a card. "I was told to give this to you personally. That is my beeper number. If you need me, I can come and take care of you."

Adam was intrigued. "For a price, of course."

"The price, Mary wrote on the back."

Adam looked and whistled. "I trust Mary, and I'm sure you're good, but that's up a little."

"Mary tells me she provided, what you might say ... an emergency service for you? At a dance club last night?"

Adam burst out laughing. After juggling so much lust, the simple arithmetic of being sure to make a buck came as a relief. Yes, that was Mary, through and through. "She did earn it," he admitted. "Look, listen, you look very nice, but if it's all the same -- "

Magda look straight at him, then deftly unbuckled and opened her coat.

What the hell is going on around here these days!? Adam wondered. For Magda was hiding not simply one hell of a figure in a black body stocking, but an amazing out-thrust wedge of bosom, no doubt augmented a dozen times over.

Adam saw zero point in arguing. "All right, you have the job."

Magda gave him a conspiratorial smile as she regathered her coat. "I will await your call."

He enjoyed the confused look on Gogo's face as she stood to attention and saw Magda leave. "Boss?" Gogo wondered. "Is anything wrong?"

"Not at all, she and I just needed to talk for a minute."

Then it suddenly struck him: that Gogo was amazed that a woman could actually walk into his office and somehow not fuck him. Or ... had she actually been hoping for that?

He smiled at her, shut the door -- and sighed happily. Hell yes, between five women before work and Magda on call, he was certain to do right by Dr. Dietz. He flipped on FUNC, his favorite all-news cable station, and helped himself to a drink and sat down to the files.

He found them quite intriguing. It was a bit complimentary of Linda, to be cluing him in on the international aspect of business, and he was finding it educational. As for the files, he did note that each potential client was a woman, and from their facial photos they were all remarkably lovely too. His libido did occasionally imagine some insanely hot body attached to one face or another, but he had a good grasp of statistics, and in particular population statistics, and he knew that was surely out of the question.

Keeping an eye on the TV, Adam got deep into his studying and put his feet up. This was how he liked life: play, and then work, neatly compartmentalized from each other, with no messy overlap.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)