Ground Floor Opportunity

After college I got a job through a recruiter for a small manufacturer. It wasn't my dream job but I needed to get to work and the pay was normal. After going through the HR stuff I was taken around to meet the staff (my job was junior accountant). The last stop was with Mr. Rolf, the General Manager and partner in the business.
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Mr. Rolf excused the HR lady and he asked me a whole series of HR inappropriate questions, married? gay? did I put out? bra size? Stand up and hold my shoulders back. He told me to wear a push up bra and get those knockers out. What kind of underwear did I use? A lot can be told by the type of panties you have on. OK, let's get this over with, pants down, hands on the edge of the desk, fingered until wet, cock in and ejaculation achieved. OK, I got the job.

The recruiter had told me that Mr. Rolf liked his women young and he was looking for a girl to replace Lucinda who had left. Be nice to him and I would get along fine and I would probably learn more than I would at any other job.

Mr. Rolf had a love nest set up at a 'corporate' apartment. It was small, close to the office, but furnished for a lunch time quickie. It was part of my job to keep it up, including cleaning and vacuuming and stocking the refrigerator. He wanted slinky panties on me and he wanted a 'stash' in the apartment. He kept a couple of changes himself. No rubbers, not ever. It went without saying that he held exclusive rights and one slip and I was out on the street.

I enjoyed it really. He was big and rough, but he really enjoyed fucking me. I stopped keeping my eyes closed, got around to giving him kisses and more on his wet cock after he fucked, and kept coffee and pastries and other goodies around for after quickie snacks. As the recruiter told me I learned a lot. He had me involved in most everything, I got promoted, I was put on the bonus group. He helped me find a 'good' deal on a car and I moved into the 'corporate' apartment and didn't have to pay rent.

I met Lucinda one afternoon. She came by the office and we found ourselves alone in the kitchen. She complimented me, told me she was sure he was taking care off me, I looked prosperous and he always wanted a girl with a rack. She did confide in me not to get my expectations up, he wasn't going to marry me. Just wasn't, that's why she decided to leave.

I left after four years, I wasn't able to replace my salary and bonus plan, or for that matter get a job half as interesting. But I kept Lucinda's comment in mind. Mr. Rolf wasn't into cars, or fancy clothes, his thing was a young woman instead. But once I had too many miles on me he settled for a new girl. I left on good terms and had to fight the urge to talk to this girl. She would learn, but I was sure that Mr. Rolf would look after her, as long she looked after him.