A Personal Assistant

Sarah went to her room, locked the door, and took off her clothes. Normally, she'd be on her bed with one hand between her legs and the other playing with her nipples. She might even Facetime Ryan for some mutual masturbation. Let him see the cunt he'll get to claim in a few years.

But today, she wasn't in the mood at all. She slipped on a t-shirt and some shorts and got in bed. Then. she looked through the newspaper her father had given her. None of the jobs there sounded good to her. Either they required experience, didn't pay well, or sounded too hard. But then, she found a job listing that she liked. "Looking for a female personal assistant. No experience required. Paying $12/hr minimum. Apply in person between 10 am and 1 pm. Dress casually." The address wasn't far away, so she'd check it out in the morning.

The next day, she drove her father's car to the address in the job listing. Strangely, it was a house in the suburbs. She had dressed in a white top that laced up over her impressive cleavage and in blue jeans that hugged her hips. The ad said to dress casual so she figured she'd wear something that showed her figure without looking slutty just in case that gave her an advantage.

She walked up to the door and rang the doorbell not knowing what to expect. "Who is it?" a voice asked. She looked around and saw a camera pointing at her.

"Um, I'm here to apply for the job." She heard the door unlock.

"Come in."

She opened the door and become further confused when she saw this was indeed a regular house. She was in the living room. There was a couch facing a nice sized TV and nearby there was a desk with a computer. In front of the desk was a black man in a wheeled office chair. His back was to her. "Have a seat." She sat on the couch and he moved his chair to face her. He was in his mid to late 30s and was kind of fat, but he wasn't unattractive. He was dressed in a black t-shirt and shorts that looked like he had slept in them. "Very nice. Very nice indeed." She realized he was blatantly looking at her cleavage. "What's your name?"

"Sarah. Sarah Nakamura." She was becoming increasingly nervous.

"Okay Sarah, I'm John. And you can relax. Now, before we start your interview, there's something I need you to sign." He gestured to a clipboard on the table in front of the couch. She picked it up and glanced over it. It was so much legalese that she didn't bother reading it. "This is a Non-Disclosure Agreement."

"A NDA? Why?"

"To keep you from talking about the nature of my work and yours. Even if you don't get the position, if you tell anyone about anything you see here, you will be sued."

"Okay..." She signed the document and sat it back down on the table.