Saturday , January 29 2022

New managing director welcomed by hot personal secretary

I was still admiring the wonderful view of the ocean when the small two-engine jet touched the runway and we were down on the Nadi International Airport of Fiji.

I took my time getting out of the plane as I didn’t want to miss the chance to wish my beautiful airhostesses a nice day. They had been wonderful and they were gorgeous – all 3 of them.

When I got to the airport building, however, I found something even more interesting – a beautiful girl holding a placard with my name on it – Shartan Silverstar, Angels Magazine.

Instead of immediately telling her that I was the one she was looking for I took the chance to look her over. She was gorgeous! And I don’t mean your run of the mill pretty girl that you see on the road. I mean the kind of girl you see and then you go home and call your friend to tell about!

She couldn’t have been more than 25 years old, maybe younger, 21 or 22 would be my guess. Her body was very shapely, that much was apparent even in the business suit she was wearing. Or maybe because of the business suit. The white shirt looked skin tight on her well-built chest. The jacket was blue and short, and equally snug fitting, not skin tight but not hiding any curves at all.

It was when you came down to her skirt that you noticed anything really spectacular though. The skirt was skin tight, kind of cotton but very thin, thin enough that it could conform to her curves with visible ease. And it was short. Oh yes! It was short like no skirt I had ever seen in an office!

Below the skirt her legs were completely bare and let me tell you that her complexion was something to drool over and the skin looked wonderfully smooth!

Her feet were encased in blue high heels, about 6 or 7 inches of sharp, tapering high heels that made her tight, shapely ass push back very attractively and made me wonder if she could look that hot just by turning to look back at the passengers passing her by, what would she look like bent over on a desk. My desk. Hopefully.

All in all, she was a walking, breathing advertisement for why bosses should only employ young, female secretaries.

Finally I walked up to her and introduced myself.

“Oh, Mr. Silverstar! Welcome!” She chirped.

Instead of taking my hand she stepped in and hugged me. Like a real hug. Tight. I could feel her firm breasts pressing on my chest through the clothes and her body, oh my god, so supple, so warm, so moulded to my body.

“Welcome to Fiji!” She repeated and kissed me on the cheek.

I was a little bit taken aback by this extraordinarily warm welcome, but maybe that’s how Fijians welcomed strangers into their country.

The car she had brought was quite big, quite spacious but there was no driver so when she got into the driver’s seat, I took the front passenger seat.

“Sorry, I didn’t want to bring a driver, sir. I thought maybe you’d want to know more about me and the business and I could answer your questions more frankly in private, you know.”

“Sure, I don’t mind. And I do want to know more. For example, what’s your name and what is your role in the office.”

“I am sorry, I should have introduced myself, but I was so excited! My name is Amrita Rao and I work directly under you.”

“Directly under me?” I was a little surprised at the way she put it, or maybe it was just my dirty mind playing tricks on me. After all, she was a young, lithe, beautiful girl, fit to be a model in any country.

“Yes, sir. You will use me for all your daily needs. It will be my pleasure to serve you, sir.” She smiled at me sweetly and I was even more mystified than before.

Before I could ask more, she asked “Sir, would you like to go to the office first or to your residence. I have your bungalow all arranged and ready for immediate occupancy.”

“I would like to take a look at the office first, if that’s okay. I took this job site unseen when it was offered to me in India, so I am a bit curious about the company and their offices.”

“Sure, I will take us to the office, sir. There would not be any staff there at this time, but I can show you anything you like.”

“Yes, that’s okay. Tomorrow is soon enough to meet the staff. I just want to look around the office tonight.”

And it was something to see, indeed! A big building, I counted 10 floors before we walked into the big, sumptuously decorated lobby.

Amrita stood close to me in the elevator and I was aware of a very sexy, seductive perfume. I kept my hands on the railing to keep myself from pinning her against the mirrored walls and pounding her raw.

My office turned out to be this huge…room? …cabin? …it was more like a street block! It was bigger than the lobby in square feet and very well-equipped. There was even a sizable meeting area with comfortable couches, coffee table, espresso machine and a bar against one wall.

I walked around looking at the huge glass desk, and other furniture and office equipment like a kid in Disneyland.

Amrita was walking close to me and explaining some of the items as well as giving me details that I asked for.

Now, she suddenly said, “Sir, you must be tired from your journey, would you like to relax, take a shower, or maybe I could make you a cocktail? Or would you like a blowjob?”

I was looking at a copy of the last issue of their magazine, our magazine, when her last word shocked me out of my boots.

I turned to look at her “What did you say?”

She repeated patiently “Sir, I was only asking if you’d like a shower, a drink or a blowjob?”

I tried not to look like the village idiot in the city, but it was hard. I couldn’t think of any reason why a girl like that would joke with her boss like that. But then, I couldn’t possibly imagine her offering to suck my dick right there in office, when I had just met her barely an hour ago!

After thinking a minute, I decided to bluff my way through it.

“How about a shower and then the BJ?”

She took it in her stride “Sure, sir, and what about the drink?”

“In between the two?”

“I will have it ready when you come out of the shower, sir.”

Amrita showed me the shower and by this time I should not have been surprised by anything, but I was. It was not an office “shower” it was a full bathroom attached to the office suite, with a huge tub, a Jacuzzi, a steam room and yes, a shower!

I tried to think in the shower if there was a solution to this puzzle but the most rational solution my mind kept coming up with is that it was just a joke, a practical joke and she didn’t really mean it.

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