My Personal Assistant

As I stood under the warm shower, the water cascading down my body, I couldn’t help but think about the events of the day. It had started with a meeting that had left everyone buzzing with excitement and speculation. Mr. Cornell’s announcement that he would be hiring a personal assistant had sent shockwaves through the office, with many wondering what it meant for their careers and job security.

As I lathered up my hair, I felt arms wrap around me from behind, and a gentle voice whispered in my ear, “How was your day?” I turned to face Sara, who was smiling at me with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

“Good,” I replied, “like most of them. A good job, good fucks, and a great manager.” I smiled back at her, feeling grateful for the loving relationship we shared.

Sara chuckled and moved some hair out of my face, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “I haven’t seen your name on the list for the personal assistant position,” she said, her voice laced with curiosity.

“I’ve only been here for five and a half months, Sara,” I reminded her. “I have no business being on that list. Besides, I don’t think I’m ready for a position like that.”

Sara raised an eyebrow, a hint of skepticism in her expression. “You’re not ready?” she repeated, her voice dripping with amusement. “I think you’re more than ready, Abby.”

I shook my head, feeling a little self-conscious. “No, really, Sara. I’m happy with my job and my role in the company. I don’t think I’d be a good fit for a position like that.”

Sara smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners. “I think you’d be perfect for it,” she said, her voice sincere. “But if you’re not interested, I won’t push you. Although…I do think you’d be great at it.”

I laughed, feeling a little embarrassed. “Thanks, Sara. But I think I’ll pass.”

Sara nodded, her expression understanding. “Okay, I won’t push you. But I do think you should at least consider it.”

As we stood there under the warm shower, the water cascading down our bodies, I felt a sense of contentment wash over me. I was happy with my life, my job, and my relationship with Sara. I didn’t need to be a personal assistant to feel fulfilled.

But as we rinsed off and got out of the shower, I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in my life. One that would bring new challenges, new opportunities, and new experiences. And I was excited to see what the future held.

As we dried off and got dressed, Sara turned to me with a mischievous glint in her eye. “You know, Abby, I think you’d make a great personal assistant,” she said, her voice playful.

I rolled my eyes, laughing. “Sara, stop it. You’re not going to convince me to apply for the position.”

Sara grinned, her smile infectious. “I’m not trying to convince you, Abby. I just think you’d be great at it.”

I smiled back at her, feeling grateful for our relationship and the love we shared. “Thanks, Sara. But I think I’ll stick to my current job.”

Sara nodded, her expression understanding. “Okay, I won’t push you. But I do think you’d be great at it.”

As we walked out of the changing area, arm in arm, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement and anticipation. What the future held, I had no idea. But I was ready for whatever came next.

Little did I know, my life was about to change in ways I never could have imagined.

As the tension between us grew, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement. The way he gazed at me, his eyes lingering on my breasts, was not unusual in our office environment. We had developed a comfortable rapport, one that often blurred the lines between professionalism and something more. I smiled, knowing that he was drawn to me, just as I was to him.

“Which is part of her appeal,” he said, his voice low and husky. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he spoke, his words dripping with sincerity.

“Exactly,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper. “She made Sara promise not to put her name in for consideration.” I leaned back in my chair, my eyes never leaving his face. I watched as he looked at me, his gaze drinking in every detail.

“What are you going to do?” I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me.

“I have an idea,” he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. “We have to agree not to let Joe know, though.” I nodded, my mind racing with possibilities.

Days passed, and the office buzzed with speculation about the pending hiring of a new Personal Assistant. I found myself caught up in the rumors, my own speculation running wild. But I refused to be the go-between for Sara, convinced that she had no more information than the rest of us.

It was during this time that Mr. Cornell made a comment that would change everything. “My wife wants very much to meet you,” he said, his eyes sparkling with amusement. I was taken aback, unsure of how to respond.

Two days later, on a Friday evening, I received an invitation to dinner at their house. I was both excited and nervous, unsure of what to expect. As I dressed for the occasion, my mind racing with doubts and fears, I couldn’t help but wonder what lay ahead.

When I arrived at their house, I was greeted by Mrs. Cornell, who smiled warmly and welcomed me into their home. The evening was filled with laughter and conversation, and I found myself feeling more at ease with each passing moment.

But as the night wore on, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. Why had Mr. Cornell’s wife wanted to meet me, and what did she hope to achieve? I pushed the thoughts aside, focusing on enjoying the evening, but the questions lingered in the back of my mind, refusing to be silenced.

As I prepared to leave, Mrs. Cornell turned to me with a smile. “We’ll have to do this again soon,” she said, her eyes sparkling with warmth. I nodded, feeling a sense of trepidation. Little did I know, my life was about to take a dramatic turn, one that would change everything I thought I knew about my job, my relationships, and myself.

She led me into the living room, her eyes locked onto mine with an unmistakable glint. I couldn’t help but feel a shiver run down my spine as I followed her, the room spinning slightly around me. She stopped next to a chair, and I stopped next to another, my mind racing with the impending conversation.

“Abby, you know I’ve been looking for someone to be a Personal Assistant for me,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I think you can understand, maybe better than a lot of people, how much I want that person to be someone I could truly communicate with, who I could truly be comfortable with, and who I could truly trust.”

I nodded, my throat constricting with emotion. I knew this was it, the moment I’d been waiting for. But I couldn’t have anticipated the rush of feelings that swelled up inside me.

“I received recommendation from my staff, from Dan on an HR perspective, and the Directors,” he continued. “They all agreed. I interviewed candidates.”

“Three candidates, sir?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

“Yes, three,” he replied, his eyes locked onto mine. “I know what my decision is, Abby.”

“And is it me?” I asked, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Yes,” he said, a soft smile spreading across his face. “Abby, I want you. Ohh…that came out wrong. I mean, I want you to be my Personal Assistant. I want to ask you to please keep an open mind this weekend and consider that. I want us to work together. Can you do that? Keep an open mind this weekend?”

“No,” I blurted out, the word escaping my lips before I could stop it.

He looked taken aback, his eyes widening in surprise. From behind me came a soft exclamation, “WHAT?!?”

I turned to find Mrs. Cornell standing behind me, a look of shock on her face. She must have been standing just outside listening.

“Sir, you said you interviewed all three candidates,” I said, trying to steady my voice. “You didn’t interview me.”

“I did, just not a formal one,” he replied, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. “Two nights ago, Abby. I stayed around until you started clearing your desk. I called you over for a drink. We talked, remember? About a lot of things. I interviewed you.”

“Sir, I can’t keep an open mind about this over the weekend,” I said, trying to explain. “Ever since that first night…the one I thought I found a problem and you came in late from the airport. You asked me why I was there so late. Sir, you talk about not relating to people but you related to me. You listened. You listened as I explained and together we worked back through the information. Then, you saw it, too. We worked out a plan to deal with it for the next day. That night…it is etched in my memory forever. Then, you opened up to me and asked my thoughts. You listened again. You acted.”

“I did what you said, too,” he said, squeezing his wife’s hand. “And it worked.”

“I know,” I said, my voice filled with emotion. “I was…so proud of you. You gambled on my simple suggestion.”

He looked at me, a soft smile on his face. “From that moment, I would do anything for him,” I said, looking directly at Mrs. Cornell.

“But you didn’t want to work for him?” she asked, confusion etched on her face.

“I ached to spend moments with him,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “He made me feel so…worthwhile, significant. I knew of his concern of intimidation of power. When I worked late and saw the light on in his office, I wondered…hoped…he was still there. Maybe we could talk, again. It was literally an ache. But there was a reality check. I thought I would be laughed at. Why was someone with five or six months of experience putting herself with much more qualified candidates? It was my insecurity.”

He asked, “What are you saying, Abby?”

“Sir, I won’t keep an open mind this weekend because I am saying ‘yes’ now,” I replied, a smile spreading across my face.

She crushed me in an embrace, calling out, “Joe, honey, get some of that good whiskey of yours. We’re going to celebrate.”

I eased back slightly, “Oh…wait…I’ve already had wine and I have to drive and…”

She pulled me back into her embrace, her voice filled with laughter. “No, you don’t. We have a lot of getting acquainted to do so plan on spending the night.”

I looked over her shoulder, seeing him pour three glasses of Gentleman Jack. He glanced at me with a smile and a shrug that seemed to say it would be easier just to go with it.

We drank the first one pretty quickly, and it burned going down. I shook my head as it sent a fog into my head and a warmth washing over me. I watched him pour more, and I giggled.

“Abby, I want to see a lot more of you,” she said, her voice filled with excitement.

“I’d like that,” I replied, smiling up at her.

“No, dear, now,” she said, her voice taking on a seductive tone. “Now I want to see more of you.”

I felt a shiver run down my spine as she reached out and took my hand, leading me deeper into the room.

Abby’s eyes locked onto the man standing beside her, his expectant gaze a clear indication of what was to come. She knew what she had to do. The anticipation building in her chest was palpable.

“Don’t look at him, Abby,” her husband whispered, his voice low and husky. “You’ve given him what he wants. Now, give me what I want. You can handle both of us, can’t you?” he asked, his eyes burning with desire.

“Yes,” Abby replied, her voice barely above a whisper. She reached behind her back and began to unfasten her dress, the zipper sliding smoothly down her spine. Her husband’s eyes never left hers, a fierce passion burning within them.

As she stepped out of her dress, her husband’s hands came up to unbutton her blouse, his fingers brushing against her skin. Abby’s eyes met his, a spark of electricity arcing between them. She shrugged off her blouse, her large breasts spilling out of her bra. Her husband’s eyes widened, his gaze roaming over her body.

“Oh, God,” her husband breathed, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs rubbing her nipples. Abby’s eyes fluttered closed as she leaned into his touch. Her husband bent his head, his lips closing around a nipple, sucking gently. Abby’s hands went to his hair, holding him in place.

“Joe mentioned these,” her husband whispered, his lips moving to her other nipple. Abby’s eyes snapped open, her gaze meeting her husband’s. She smiled, her heart racing with excitement.

As her husband continued to suck, Abby reached for her bra, unclasping it and shrugging it off. Her husband’s eyes never left hers, his gaze burning with desire. Abby’s hands went to his waist, unfastening his pants, pulling them down. Her husband’s erection sprang free, standing tall and proud.

Abby’s eyes met her husband’s, a spark of electricity arcing between them. She reached for him, her hand closing around his erection. Her husband’s eyes closed, his head rolling back in pleasure. Abby’s hand moved up and down, her fingers pumping his shaft.

Her husband’s eyes snapped open, his gaze meeting hers. “We need to take this to the couch,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire. Abby nodded, her hand never leaving his erection.

Her husband stood, pulling Abby with him. They walked to the couch, Abby’s hand still wrapped around his shaft. Her husband sat down, pulling Abby onto his lap. Abby’s hand never left his erection, her fingers pumping slowly.

Her husband’s eyes met hers, a fierce passion burning within them. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered, his lips brushing against her neck. Abby’s eyes fluttered closed, her body arching into his touch.

As they sat there, Abby’s hand never leaving her husband’s erection, Mr. Cornell stood up, a glass in his hand. “I think it’s time we started the evening,” he said, his voice low and husky. Abby’s eyes met his, a spark of excitement arcing between them.

“This is going to be a night to remember,” her husband whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. Abby’s eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling with anticipation.

“Let’s get started,” Mr. Cornell said, his voice low and husky. Abby’s eyes snapped open, her gaze meeting his. She smiled, her heart racing with excitement.

“I think we can handle that,” Abby replied, her voice barely above a whisper. Her husband’s eyes met hers, a fierce passion burning within them. Together, they leaned forward, their lips meeting in a fierce kiss.

As they kissed, Mr. Cornell sat down beside them, his hand reaching out to touch Abby’s breast. Abby’s eyes met his, a spark of excitement arcing between them.

“Let’s see if we can make this a night to remember,” Mr. Cornell whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. Abby’s eyes fluttered closed, her body trembling with anticipation.

The night was just beginning, and Abby knew it was going to be a wild ride.