His personal assistant, p.1
His Personal Assistant, page 1
HIS PERSONAL ASSISTANT
Copyright © 2017 by D. Scott
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Contents
Winnie
Winnie
Carter
Winnie
Winnie
Winnie
Carter
Carter
Winnie
Epilogue
Coming Soon
CHAPTER 1
Winnie
Grabbing my precious coffee and scone off the counter, I maneuvered my way through the busy coffee shop and out onto the busy sidewalk. Luckily, the coffee shop was only a few blocks from the luxury clothing boutique I worked at and thus had become a part of my pre-work morning ritual. Unluckily for me though, I couldn't order the coffee without getting a sweet treat to accompany it, hence the extra weight that I carried in my middle, thighs, and ass.
Nibbling on the scone as I walked, I finished it just as I arrived to First Class Clothing Boutique, the name was self-explanatory for the kind of clothing it sold. I tossed the wrapper for the scone in the trash before walking inside. I headed straight through to the back to put my things away and did a couple of last minute touch-ups before the store officially opened for the day. I didn't talk to anyone else as I went through the standard preparations to open the boutique.
I never did.
The girls I worked with were pretty much all stuck up and catty, not to mention slender. I was pretty sure they all wondered how I got a job here but none of them had ever asked and I wasn't up to sharing. The truth was that one of my friends from grade school, Hannah, and I were catching up at dinner one night and I was filling her in on my move to the city and needing a job. I was twenty-three, and just obtained my online bachelor's degree in communications. Getting a job with my degree, though, was easier said than done. I'd been in the city for about three months and not having a full-time decent paying job was starting to cut into my hard-earned savings from working as a waitress in a high end restaurant while I was getting my degree. She told me her mom was in the process of opening a women's luxury clothing boutique and that she'd put in a good word for me. I had a job there two weeks later organizing the stock of clothes in the back of the store, and a month after that I was promoted to a floor sales consultant.
That was a year ago. I'd always been good at talking to people and except for the occasional bitchy customer who refused to have someone of my size as a consultant, my days usually went off without a hitch. I'd even built up a list of regular clientele who came to me whenever they needed some new things from the store. The majority of clients I served were women, however, I did have some regulars that were males looking to buy something special for the women in their lives. One client in particular being, Carter Bridges.
God, the man was so sexy.
My panties melted every time he came in to make a purchase. He filled out every inch of his approximately six foot five frame, towering over my own five foot two body. His dark brown hair was cut on the shorter side with the top being a little longer, not by much, but just enough for a woman to run her fingers through. And his rich hazel eyes, Lord don't even get me started. I felt like I could get lost in them every time I looked into his eyes. I didn't know much about him except that since he shopped at places like First Class, he must have been doing very well for himself. Especially after the second time he consulted me for a purchase he requested that all of his scheduled appointments in the future ensure that we were the only people in the store. It meant that I had to stay after hours whenever he was planning to visit, but I didn't mind one bit. His purchases were always top of the line, and he always commissioned me more than what the standard rate was. Yeah I pretty much loved everything about his appointments, except for the fact that his coming to the store meant he was shopping for someone other than himself, a woman specifically.
The very first time I consulted him while he was shopping he was looking for something expensive and elegant for the woman he was seeing, per her request. He'd purchased a couple items for her, and based on the size, she was a woman with one of the fastest metabolisms known to man or she wasn't too fond of eating. Knowing right off the bat that was his type had been a hard pill to swallow, but the commission from it helped me feel a little bit better.
But then he changed things up after that. In subsequent appointments after the first one, he described the women he was shopping for as being my height, build, and skin color. Five foot two, rich brown skin with light brown eyes, with full breasts and thick hips and ass. I'd always assumed he was shopping for different women with each appointment; he just didn't look like the kind of man that could settle down to one woman.
But it did make my job easier, that the women looked like me because more often than not I would try on clothes to give him a visual of what it would look like the on the women he was shopping for. Of course, not everything in the store went up to my size and when that occurred, he would just custom order the clothing directly from the designer with my measurements, since his women and I happened to share the same body type. That didn't happen too many times after the first few appointments though, the next few weeks I'd noticed that the boutique started carrying more sizes beyond single digits. Which was convenient for me, since my work attire was supposed to be representative of the boutique and show off the quality clothing we offer. Hard to do so when the sizes stop at a size eight and you're a size twelve.
The day went by without a hitch. Regarding the customers. Around lunch time though, one of my co-workers spilled her nasty ass herbal tea all over my dress so I ended up having to change clothes into a pair of high waisted trousers and a blouse that conveniently matched the shoes I was wearing.
I walked around the store straightening up the already perfect racks and making sure everything was in order for Carter's arrival, or Mr. Bridges, rather. I watched as the last of my co-workers left for the day before going to the stereo system to change the song playlist from the boring ass music we were required to play for some tasteful jazz music.
Just because I had to stay after hours to help a hot client, didn't mean my ears had to suffer while doing it.
Carter
My driver hadn't even parked the car outside the store and already my dick was getting hard in anticipation of seeing her. Everything about her was so goddamn sexy and I'd only ever talked to her as a shopping consultant. I planned to change all of that soon though.
Tonight to be exact.
From the first moment that she consulted on a purchase I was making for...shit I didn't even remember what’s her face's name. I was hooked. Every appointment I'd made since that first time, had been bullshit. Not that I wasn't actually paying for the shit I was buying, but the women she thought I was coming in to make purchases for did not exist. I never told her I was buying the items for different women, she just came up with that assumption on her own. I didn’t correct her because I spent each appointment fantasizing about all the shit I wanted to do to her, and when I wasn’t around her I was busy thinking up how to transition my way into her life. There was no one special in my life that I needed to end things with, so all I needed was a plan to get her closer to me on a daily basis.
I stopped fucking around the day I met Winnie, and she was the only woman I could think about since that night six months ago. I gave what's her name the couple of dresses she thought she'd suckered out of me and then that was it. Yeah she tried getting back in my bed but that shit was dead and I told her just as much. After that, my appointments with Vanessa were just me buying useless shit so I could see her, talk to her, smell her. Her smell — I couldn't even describe it, it was like a mix of creamy vanilla and with something warm and spicy that made me want to lick every damn inch of her. Her scent was so goddamn sweet I jacked off twice in the shower the night I met her.
It wasn't until our third appointment, when I was again shopping for shit that I had no intention of giving to anyone, that I got an idea. She was holding a nightgown up to her body trying to give me a visual of what it would look like on a woman when I got the idea for her to try it on. For hypothetical purposes, I told her, so I could have a visual of what it would look like. She was hesitant at first, since she'd never had that request from a client before and didn't want to break professional protocol, but I assured her it would be our little secret and that I'd compensate her for her troubles.
The first thing I saw her in was a cocktail dress that fit her so fucking perfect — snug in all the right places — it took all my strength not to rip the goddamn thing off her and fuck her against the wall of the changing area. I bought the thing in her size in every color.
Early on though we'd hit a snag with her trying on clothes for me because the fucking store only carried tiny fucking sizes. But I'd rectified that issue by custom ordering the items I liked in her exact measurements, and calling the owner of the boutique — I cursed her ass out until she promised to provide clothes for more than just women who's size number was a single fucking digit. After that she was able to try on just about everything in the store, and the shit that she didn't try on I wasn't interested in seeing.
She usually tried on every day attire or evening attire, but every now and then I threw in some party outfits and cocktail dresses for her to try on. She didn't know it, but all the shit that I purchased went into the master closet in my home and shared space with my shit, waiting for the day she’d call my place home. I'd stopped myself from having her try on lingerie though. I wasn't trying to embarrass myself or frighten her by pulling out my cock and sitting her on it in the middle of an appointment. Although that idea had become more and more tempting lately. I'd been using the private after-hour appointments these past six months to get her used to my presence, and being alone with me. It might seem like a bitch move waiting so long, but I didn't want to frighten her by just up and hauling her out of the store and into my life, and my bed.
I'd originally planned to give her a year to familiarize herself with me, but that shit was wishful thinking. Six months was all she was going to get, which meant her time was up. I was planning to move shit along and when she was exactly where I wanted her, I planned to move everything up to warp speed. I'm talking sex, marriage, kids — the whole nine — and she was going to give it all to me. I could already see in my mind's eye, our child latched on to one of her dark nipples, greedily suckling milk from her swollen breasts. Her tits were already big without me fucking a kid into her, and I could only imagine how full they'd be once I knocked her up.
Fuck.
I forced myself to change the direction my thoughts as I walked through the boutique entrance so I wouldn’t end up mounting her the second I laid eyes on her.
I found her bent over a display table straightening some already-folded blouses, humming to herself.
I had to stop walking.
If I came any closer I'd fall onto her like a rutting beast and impregnate her in the middle of the store. Instead, I cleared my throat and watched as she turned around looking startled before a smile settled over her face.
"Oh, Mr. Bridges, I didn't even here you come in. It's so good to see you, welcome back to First Class. What can I help you find today?"
She walked toward me and held out her hand for our usual handshake, but fuck that, I was upping the stakes tonight. I slowly raked my eyes up and down her sinful body, letting my eyes linger on her big full tits and then again on the juncture between her thick thighs that were covered by her tight pants. By the time I was done thoroughly eye fucking her body, I looked up at her face, her dilated eyes and heavy breathing were a clear giveaway that she was turned on at my hungry stare.
Using her still stretched out hand, I pulled her body into mine for an intimate hug as I rested my hands just above the curve of her ass. Low enough to extend beyond the typical greeting between a consultant and a client, but not low enough that I was blatantly groping her without permission. I made no attempt to hide the erection that I knew was pressing into her body. That, I wanted her to feel. After all, she was going to become well acquainted with him very soon.
I brought my lips to her ear, making her shiver as my breath hit her flesh. "I need lingerie for someone special, so you’ll need to try some on. You know, so I can get a visual."
My voice was low and gruff as I spoke into her ear, already picturing her half naked in a skimpy bra and panties. I purposely didn't phrase it as a question, because I didn't want her to think I was asking. I was telling her what I wanted.
She pulled away to look up at me, with her lower lip caught between her teeth. "Mr. Bridges, I don't — um — I don't think that's such a good idea. I—"
"Carter." We went through this every time I had an appointment, she'd refer to me as 'Mr. Bridges' and I'd instruct her to call me by my name.
She was nibbling her lip thinking over my request, and the sight only made my dick harder.
"Don't worry, you're just providing me with a visual. No need to worry about me keeping my hands to myself, it's not like I'm going to throw you down and mount you."
Yet.
I kept the last bit to myself as I lied through my teeth. It was a very real possibility that I ended up pinning her against the wall and fucking her until she screamed. But she didn’t need to know that. I could tell that my words were a shock to her, though I’m not sure how since I thoroughly eye fucked her not even five minutes ago, but the way her jaw dropped was a dead giveaway that I’d caught her off guard. I'd phrased my words that way intentionally to get her aroused at the thought of us fucking.
"Mr. Bridges..." She stopped when I raised my brow at her. "Carter, I don't think it would be appropriate of me to do that. What if someone finds out?"
"Winnie, have I given you any reason in the last six months not to trust me?"
She shook her head no.
"Exactly, and I don't plan to start now. Come on, let's get started I don’t want you staying here too late.” I gave her a smile that I knew would make her pussy wet. “Lead the way, beautiful."
There was a moment of hesitation before she got moving, leading us through the boutique to the lingerie section on the second floor. Unlike our previous appointments, I made no effort to hide that I was staring at her thick juicy ass. And even when she looked back and caught me staring at her ass, all I did was smirk at her and go back to enjoying the view. I knew she was wondering what the hell was going on because I'd never acted so forward in our previous encounters; but after six months, it was time to move shit along before my dick revolted and I ended up doing something stupid.
Like fucking her on these marble stairs for the security cameras to see.
"Okay. Um, so, um, were you...looking for a specific style or color of lingerie? A preference of material?"
Her questions pulled me back into the moment and out of my inappropriate thoughts. I took in the plentiful amount of strategically placed lingerie, and decided I wanted to see her in every piece that was in front of me. And then I wanted to rip it off of her before riding her pussy long and hard until she was too limp to move.
"Nope, I don't have any preferences, why don't you try on a little bit of everything and I'll tell you what I like?"
She looked at me with a little bit of uncertainty, but nodded her head no less.
"Um, okay. I can do that."
I watched as she went around the racks and tables, thoughtfully choosing pieces to try on for me. When her arms were full I took some of the items and helped her carry them as she headed towards the dressing area. Once she was setup in a changing room I took a seat in one of the plush chairs right outside. I could hear her undressing to start trying on the pieces she picked out, and I closed my eyes laid my head back, picturing her slowly removing each item of clothing to reveal her naked body.
Fuck, if I kept having these thoughts I was going to end up buried eleven inches deep inside of her before the night was over.
"Oh my gosh, I completely forgot to ask if you'd like any refreshments," she said, poking her head out of the changing room door. "Would you like me to get you anything?"
I shook my head no, and she disappeared back behind the door. A few seconds later, she opened the door and slowly walked out of the changing room wearing a tied black silk robe with black lace trim. She stood before me and tried not to meet my gaze, until I cleared my throat and tilted my head. She got the signal and slowly untied the robe, letting it fall open to reveal a matching black silk nightgown with lace trim that ended above mid-thigh.
"Drop the robe."
She went back to biting her lip, but did as I said and let the robe fall.
There was no way for her to miss the heated look in my eyes, and I didn't try to hide it either. I wanted her to see it, it was about time. I didn't trust myself to speak again so I made a twirling motion with my finger instead, and she got the message. She slowly spun around for me, giving me a view of the way the short gown came down just below the bottom of her luscious ass.
