Becoming The President's Baby Girl

It was cold and wet outside. I used public transportation that required a three block walk to the bus stop, plus waiting. I went down the stairs to use the back exit, save a half block to the bus stop. I ran into the President of the company and the was curious why I was going out the backway. At the bottom if the steps looking outside at the weather he decided that I deserved better, or he didn't want to be embarrassed for letting his young female clerk out in that weather.

I waited outside his office, he was on a phone call. By the time he was done, the wet and cold had turned dark outside. He offered to buy me dinner, drive thru. At Wendy's he changed his mind and we went to a steak house. He ordered for me, including the wine, and the conversation went from work to family. Truthfully, he was pretty disconnected of the lifestyle of the poor and uneducated. That I was the first to graduate from high school was a surprise, his daughter is a doctor. That my brother dropped out in the 8th grade and works delivery for a Hit Shot service. He put his around me, I should have said we were in a booth.

When I told him we didn't have internet and didn't have a computer, was only overcome by not having a washer dryer. Living in a 'hood' apartment complex was a throwback for him. He asked me when I got a new pair of shoes, he didn't expect never. The difference with what I got paid annually was paid to him weekly. For the first time he sat and talked with the hourly employee.

But, never fear, he offered to take care of me. And hug me and kiss me. If I wanted I could be his Baby, and he would be my Daddy. Yes, more than hugs and kisses, let him love me. It's not that I had never heard of such a thing, In one form or another it was all around me, but not with the President and warehouse clerk.

He really likes me, liked having sex with me. I don't ride public transportation, I have a Honda. I have inside plumbing, and a washer dryer. I live in a nice apartment. He likes that I'm a 'girl' and not an older woman. I'm small really, maybe that gives him the girl feeling. It's been a lot learning how to get along with him. I don't like reading. We talk about life in the 'hood' and the good people. We also talk about living where the air is thin. It's fun being his fun girl, and many of the g*fts he buys me I give to my relatives. But not the intimate underwear. I want to keep that.