My Exec Retired, Now I'm His Personal Secretary

The company I worked for had a culture hiring younger women for the older men. Me amongst them. How you got chosen was luck of the draw, you just as easily could end up with a field maintenance man, or the sweetie of an 'exec'. So when I ended up in the exec's office luck prevailed. He liked you to be light brown, small hips and tits, kissable lips, and a smile, for him. As a cross Hispanic Vietnamese I was just the kind of girl he liked. Taught from birth to be deferential, respectful, obedient, just made him happier with me.

To begin with you have to let him have you. Being nervous was okay, rejecting him wasn't. When the book says out of two become one, he liked you holding on to him. Holding on like a bed bug. Letting him finish in you. It was up to you, whether you use birth control or not.

Some girls became permanent, some lasted a few months. As an exec girl you stuck it out. It was where I worked for seventeen years, girls came and went, some of us became permanent fixtures, until our exec left or retired, and we went with him.