Bi-Sexual Female / 31
I Stayed For Benefits
My mother is a personal chef and I grew up in homes of elites. My place was helping my Mom and she taught me a lot about cooking and entertaining. I went to a professional cooking school and using my mother's connections I got some exposure in the right set of customers.
I got a chance with a high profile celerity hosting a party. He liked my style and pulled my pants down and kept me overnight with him. It was the first on the list no-no on my mother's list, never sleep with the man who hires you. But she wasn't there to stop me.
He told me if I let him fuck me he would let me cook for him. I moved in, moved in to his bedroom, and he let me do the entertaining. I had access to staff, budget, and a free hand to manage hosting, parties of two or twenty. He decided to hide me and bought me a house where he kept me. Few people knew that I slept with him.
Good things come to an end, I had my own network, he 'gave' me the house and recommended me. His appetitive for girls amazed me, and more than once it was my job to convince them and then to move them out for the next one. I didn't specifically recruit, he did the fishing, I brought the catch home. From time to time he took me with him, to the mountains, for a weekend for old time's sake.
And why I started to play with girls was his zero tolerance of any man near me. I liked girls, but not girls who slept with him. I had all the freedom to fish and land my own girl. I was particular, brains, artsy, pretty, a pleaser, a girl's girlfriend. That's how I met Mary, and he couldn't touch her. Mary moved in with me, she helped with my gigs, helped my mother when she needed her. She was a natural in the kitchen, and a natural attending. A perfect ten.
I never quite moved on from him, you can't pick up and leave. And Mary couldn't leave me either. So like it or not my mother and I have a catering and hosting company, Mary runs the floor on location. My house, became ground zero. Mary decorated, turned my house into a premium entertainment venue. My friend provides the money, the kitchen, the furnishings, the art work, the wine list. We made money. Real money. And sometimes I go to the mountains. Investor relations he calls it.
I got a chance with a high profile celerity hosting a party. He liked my style and pulled my pants down and kept me overnight with him. It was the first on the list no-no on my mother's list, never sleep with the man who hires you. But she wasn't there to stop me.
He told me if I let him fuck me he would let me cook for him. I moved in, moved in to his bedroom, and he let me do the entertaining. I had access to staff, budget, and a free hand to manage hosting, parties of two or twenty. He decided to hide me and bought me a house where he kept me. Few people knew that I slept with him.
Good things come to an end, I had my own network, he 'gave' me the house and recommended me. His appetitive for girls amazed me, and more than once it was my job to convince them and then to move them out for the next one. I didn't specifically recruit, he did the fishing, I brought the catch home. From time to time he took me with him, to the mountains, for a weekend for old time's sake.
And why I started to play with girls was his zero tolerance of any man near me. I liked girls, but not girls who slept with him. I had all the freedom to fish and land my own girl. I was particular, brains, artsy, pretty, a pleaser, a girl's girlfriend. That's how I met Mary, and he couldn't touch her. Mary moved in with me, she helped with my gigs, helped my mother when she needed her. She was a natural in the kitchen, and a natural attending. A perfect ten.
I never quite moved on from him, you can't pick up and leave. And Mary couldn't leave me either. So like it or not my mother and I have a catering and hosting company, Mary runs the floor on location. My house, became ground zero. Mary decorated, turned my house into a premium entertainment venue. My friend provides the money, the kitchen, the furnishings, the art work, the wine list. We made money. Real money. And sometimes I go to the mountains. Investor relations he calls it.
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