Business Assistant - First Job

"Mr. Sinden will see you now, Mr. Taylor."

I rose from my seat in the reception area of Sinden Industries, in response to the call from the attractive young receptionist, as the door to the corner office opened.

Matthew Sinden stepped toward me with an extended hand. "Robbie, so good to see you."

I followed the tall executive into his office and sat in an overstuffed leather chair near a wall of pictures, diplomas, and plaques, which lauded numerous business achievements.

Over the next several minutes, we caught up on the recent happenings in our respective lives. The Taylor and Sinden families have been lifelong friends, and this job interview had been arranged by my mother.

"The current economic downturn doesn't allow me to offer you a position that is complimentary to your business administration academic achievements, I'm afraid." Mr. Sinden stated almost apologetically.

"My vice president's administrative assistant has left suddenly and she is in need of someone immediately. The pay is not as good as you would hope for, the hours will be long, and this executive has been proven very difficult to work for. She has gone through four assistants in the last three months. All that being said, she is a top earner for this corporation and if you could hang in, the experience would be a a feather in your cap for future employment. Would you be interested?"

"When do I start?"

Matthew Sinden rose and nodded for me to follow him through a connecting door to a large meeting room. Rapping lightly on the open door at the opposite end of the room, he proceeded into an office similar to his, with me in tow.

"Danni Simpson, meet Robbie Taylor. He is your new assistant."

The auburn haired woman stood, but made no effort to shake hands as she sized me up almost menacingly with her dark eyes. If that wasn't intimidating enough, she was at least six feet tall and looked powerfully built. Despite all that, she exhibited an interesting air of femininity.

After several seconds of silence, Mr. Sinden spoke. "Robbie is a family friend who recently graduated with impressive credentials. I am requesting, as a personal favour, that you show him the ropes and give him a chance. I will leave you to get acquainted. Be nice Danni."

My new superior nodded and led me to a desk just outside her office. "This will be your post.' She checked her watch and spoke. "I have a meeting in 40 minutes. Be ready to take notes."

As she returned to her office, Matthew Sinden's receptionist appeared and spoke.

"Welcome Robbie. I'm Fiona. I know on the surface she seems fierce, but I can assure you that deeper down, she is much worse." She said the last part quietly with a hint of a smile.

Fiona gave me a short tour of the office and introduced me to employees in the

immediate area.

During the walk about, she educated me on the history of the company, where I learned some of the pertinent details that would ease me into my new position.

Sinden Industries employed thirty engineers and technicians. The thriving company manufactured and distributed high tech sampling and monitoring equipment for the oil and gas industry.

I arrived back at the conference room about five minutes before the scheduled meeting. The room was buzzing with conversation, with most of the chairs occupied. I waited near the connecting door to Danni's office and at the precise moment the digital clock displayed 10:30, she strode in and the room went quiet.

"With me." she ordered as she passed. At the head of the table, she nodded at the seat I was assigned and sat. I noted Fiona was already seated on the opposite side.

A late comer arrived and tried to take her seat unobtrusively, but Danni's dark eyes sent a clear but silent rebuke to the tardy participant.

No introductions had been made, nor had any instructions had been provided to me as to my role in this meeting. I made notes as best I could through the fast paced meeting that discussed the kick off of production of the latest monitoring device, currently being developed by the company.

The meeting concluded and as everyone was leaving, Fiona gave me a silent signal to stay behind.

Over the next hour, we used the combination of each of our notes to fashion a concise set of meeting minutes. As we wrapped up well into the lunch hour, Danni reappeared and upon seeing me with Fiona, curtly stated. "Mr. Taylor, in case nobody informed you, fraternization is strictly forbidden."

After she left, Fiona said, "Not true. It's a suggestion."

By the time Danni returned from lunch, I had forwarded a draft copy of the minutes for Danni's sign off. Ten minutes later an edited copy was returned with a punctuation correction, a comment added to the distribution target schedule and an instruction to issue the document to all participants as well as the company president.

A typical day as Danni's assistant was about ten hours long, consisting of placing calls and arranging meetings mostly to ensure that delivery of critical components was on schedule.

A few of my fellow employees occasionally commented on my surprising longevity in Danni's service. If they were honest, they would have admitted their disappointment at losing the office pool. No one had given me chance of making it three weeks.

At the start of my fourth week, Danni informed me that she would be away Thursday and Friday. Matthew Sinden had pressed her into service as a replacement for him on a heliskiing trip with prospective clients.

I was tasked to research the procurement of components of a new product currently in design.

As demanding as she was, Danni never once asked me to do anything of a personal nature on her behalf.

On Thursday evening, Matthew Sinden issued an emergency communication to all department heads. I was surprised to be included in the list of attendees.

The communication read 'As of 8:00PM, Danni Simpson's helicopter is overdue for return to the ski lodge. A search and rescue operation is underway. No other information is available at this time. We hope for the best. Please attend a meeting at 8:30 AM tomorrow. Best regards Matthew.'

I slept poorly that night and was one of the first to arrive Friday morning. Everyone was in place well ahead of the scheduled start.

The atmosphere was predictably subdued. but it eased when Matthew Sinden arrived with a broad smile on his face.

"I am very pleased to announce that all aboard the missing helicopter have been recovered. There were several injuries, but no fatalities. Danni is among the injured, but I have nothing specific to report. The chopper was returning to the lodge at the end of the day and ran out of fuel as it fought strong head winds. It made a crash landing on a treed slope. I will provide further updates as they become available."

Shortly before noon, I received an email. 'Danni Simpson suffered a broken leg that required surgery to reset it. It is suspected that in addition to some bruising, she sustained a suspected concussion and a separated shoulder. She will be released from hospital later today. Her doctor has recommended she remain at home as she recovers for the near term. All employees are instructed to avoid requesting anything from her.'

Monday morning started with a crisis. Our production manager was waiting at my desk as I arrived.

"I just got notification that the microchip factory contracted to supply the chips for our TS-750 Hydrogen Sulfide Detector has been damaged by a fire. They predict it will take two months to get back into production. I really need to get Danni's input on a replacement source."

"I can't make that call. Mr. Sinden should be advised and he can provide approval to contact Danni. I propose you leave it with me for the day and I will try to find an alternate supplier." I said.

"Yeah good luck with that. One day and then I contact her."

In desperation, I contacted one of my techie nerd friends from university and described my dilemma. He referred me to another friend who delightedly told me of a startup chip developer who had shown some promising results.

By the end of the day I had arranged for a midweek show and tell with key people in our production department.

The meeting started with much skepticism on the part of our manager, but he softened and agreed to accept a batch of sample chips which could be tested. The fact that the new company could deliver a sufficient quantity of chips to meet our production schedule, enticed him to consider this a source. A price of 85% of the cost of the budgeted chips was a real bonus. I crossed my fingers that the samples would test well.

While we were in that meeting, I had received a text from Danni, requesting that I contact her.

Nervously, I returned her call.

"I am texting directions to my house. Join me at 2:00PM today and bring me up to date on developments since I left." Danni ordered.

At 1:50PM I turned onto a gravel lane just beyond the city limits. After a short drive through wooded rolling hills, I arrived at an unassuming log cabin bungalow.

As I reached toward the cast iron door knocker, the sound of two female voices engaged in a heated argument, made me hesitate.

A moment later, the door was yanked open and a very disturbed woman pushed passed me on the way to her car. The engine roared as she started it, before spraying gravel as she departed at high speed.

"Hello." I called out through the open door.

"Come in." I heard from within.

Entering the open plan area that encompassed a light an airy living room, I encountered an impressive great room which was furnished and decorated to perfection. An equally impressive kitchen and dining area lay beyond.

Danni was stretched out on a large overstuffed sofa. She was dressed in a short terry robe. Her left leg was in a cast the went from her foot to half way up her thigh.

A tight sling bound her right arm to her body. Her head was wrapped in a bandage that concealed most of her auburn hair. Make up failed to fully conceal the bruising around her right eye.

She beckoned me to approach and sit in the chair beside the sofa.

Offering no greeting, Danni spoke. "Before you provide an update, I need you to find me a live in housekeeper/care giver. Mine just quit."

Finding an immediate replacement proved to be a challenge. An online search revealed four local services available. The first two contacts had no people presently available. The third could have someone on site in two days, the fourth, not for a week.

An effort to use a temp service to hire an interim housekeeper was met with outright refusal when I clarified that the position required some patient care.

Danni angrily chose to pivot, demanding a situation report for the ongoing projects. The fact that she made no derisive comments about my solution to the chip supply problem, made me think it had been handled appropriately. It was somewhat irrelevant, as I had already made the decision to give my notice when she returned to work.

When I stood in preparation to leave, she growled. "We still haven't come up with a solution to my caregiver problem."

"Do you have family or a friend who can provide temporary care?" I asked.

"No!" was her curt reply. "You will have to stay."

Suddenly I was in a quandary. This wasn't in my job description and I told her so. Still it seemed inhuman to abandon her to survive on her own. I made a decision to dig deeper and find a solution.

An hour later I sat in front of Danni conceding defeat.

I was surprised when Danni exhibited her vulnerability. A tear formed in the corner of her eye when she pleaded, "It would mean a great deal to me if you stayed. I am completely helpless and it pains me to admit that. On top of that, I have to use the bathroom. I will need you to get me there."

Now, I was really out of my element.

"What do you need?"

"Get me into my wheelchair. I can put my good arm around you as you lift and shift me to the chair."

I moved toward her and hesitated.

"You are going to have to touch me. Let's just both recognize that we may have to be a little indelicate and get this done. I have an urgent need to pee."

As I moved in again, my nostrils were filled with her delicate scent. Our cheeks touched as she wrapped her arm around my neck. As struggled to lift her so that she could stand on one leg, I wondered how anyone but a very strong woman could provide the assistance she needed to be transported between the bathroom and her bed.

The transfer process was repeated at the toilet, and I waited outside the room until see called to be transported back to the sofa. Her short robe was out of place and I got a good view of her uninjured leg.

Danni had never worn anything but unisex business suits in all the time I had worked for her. Her six foot tall frame had always appeared full figured to me. I now found myself reacting to her beautiful muscular leg.

When I helped back into the chair, I felt the firmness and muscularity of her upper body as well. I knew she was 52 years old, and I was impressed by how desirable her body was.

As I repositioned her on the sofa, she asked. "Can you cook?"

"It seems you have made the assumption I will stay."

"You will, won't you?"

"I can't abandon you. And yes, I know my way around the kitchen."

"The fridge and pantry are well stocked. At the risk of sounding demanding, I would really love a glass of wine. Please join me. There is nice Chardonnay in the kitchen wine fridge."

I took the opportunity to check the supplies and had to agree that we would not suffer from malnutrition any time soon.

I prepared a simple charcuterie tray with Brie and Gouda cheeses and some Prosciutto and Spanish Chorizo meats.

When I set the appetizer and wine in front of Danni, she said, "A man of many talents. What else should I know about you?"

Between awkward moments of silence, Danni asked some casual personal questions about my family, the relationship with Matthew Sinden and girl friends. My replies were somewhat terse and I sensed that she was as uncomfortable as I was. I had to admit she was trying.

Out of the blue, Danni said, "I know my reputation around the office. Ice Queen."

I stayed silent.

"Probably well deserved." She spoke again, staring into her wine glass.

"Why have you stayed on? I fired a couple of my assistants, but most quit on their own."

"There are a few reasons." I said. "Among them are the commitment I made to Mr Sinden and my upbringing."

"I can tell you were raised right. I appreciate the work you have done, especially since my accident. Will you stay on when I return?"

"In all honesty, probably not."

After another long pause, Danni spoke, "I wasn't always a bitch."

Another pause.

"Several years ago I met a man at work. We fell in love and got married.......

He left me for another woman we worked with...... a woman I had befriended."

A tear trickled down her cheek. "That is the reason for the emotional wall I have created."

"Have you...... never mind, it's not my place to pry."

"No. Go on." Danni pleaded.

"It must be lonely, blocking everyone out. Have given up on the possibility of future relationships?"

"Well, I have serious trust issues. I tried dating some, but...... well, intimacy has been difficult...... It must be the wine..... I haven't talked like this with anyone for quite some time. Can I have a refill?" she said holding out her empty wineglass.

We never did get to dinner. I prepared a few more appetizer snacks and we finished another bottle of wine. Conversation got more relaxed. I began to like this version of Danni Simpson. Even the next bathroom trip was a little less uncomfortable.

At bedtime, pointing to the right, Danni said, "The master suite is here. The guest room is beyond the kitchen."

I wheeled Danni to her room and turned the bed down. I thought I felt a bit of a lingering embrace as I transferred her to the bed.

"Please help me remove the sling." She winced as she moved her arm to undo the bandage wrapped around her head. It's removal revealed a lengthy stitched gash along her hairline, explaining the concussion concern. Impure thoughts began to course though my mind as I looked at her long athletic leg, barely covered by her short robe. With the sling no longer in place, her cleavage was also tantalizingly exposed.

I left with the image of her sensuous body etched in my brain.

I found the guest room, which was quite remote from the primary suite. I stripped down to my boxers and fell into bed, thinking it had one hell of a strange day.

It felt like a dream when I heard my name being called out repeatedly. As consciousness set in, I realized it was Danni summoning me.

"Maybe all that wine was not such a good idea." she said as I ran into her room. "I am in desperate need of the bathroom."

This time we dispensed with the wheelchair as I carried her directly to the toilet.

When she was tucked in again, she said. "Please stay with me."

My 'deer in the headlights' look caused her to say, "Don't worry, I won't attack you. I just don't want to be alone."

It crossed my mind that I wouldn't mind being attacked by her.

"It's a big bed. Please stay."

The strange day just kept getting stranger.

I awoke as the sun was coming up. In the night, the blanket had been kicked off and I had rolled toward Danni. She was also awake, looking at my morning wood sticking out of my boxers.

Embarrassed, I rolled away desperately trying to pull the covers over me.

"Please don't." Danni said grasping me by the bicep.

"Huh?"

"Please don't cover up."

When I rolled back toward her she reached out, gently taking hold of my throbbing cock. I could swear that it instantly got harder and grew another inch longer.

When I felt her tugging at my underwear, I lifted my hips and she eased the boxers down before returning her hand to my stiff rod.

"That feels amazing." I groaned.

"I wish I could get my other hand on it."

Danni alternated softly stroking my cock and gently squeezing my balls.

I pushed her onto her back and reached over, tugging at the belt holding her robe closed. As it fell open I was treated to my first look at her incredible toned body. My imagination could not have conceived a more incredible vision.

Danni moaned as I fondled her ample breasts. Her soft nipple hardened when I pinched it between my thumb and forefinger. I rose to my knees and brought my mouth down to her huge dark areola and sucked on her distended nipple.

I feared exploding in her hand as she continued a slow pumping of my cock.

As my hand found her soft pussy, I felt the wetness and heat radiating from it.

Unable to restrain myself, my lips and tongue found their way to her navel and then downward to her neatly trimmed pubic region. The scent of her copious pussy juices further inflamed me as I pushed my nose and tongue into her delicious crevice, she wrapped her leg around my neck and locked me in place.

Danni thrust her pelvis forward as I slipped my finger deeply into her, searching for her G spot. When my tongue touched her clit, she whimpered and said, "soooo close. Don't stop. Yes.. yees.. oooooh.... now... uuuuh."

Her powerful leg tightened even more as the orgasm continued, accompanied by her gushing juices that drenched me.

As her panting subsided and her leg relaxed, allowing me to get free, Danni asked, "Did I just squirt? I've never done that before."

"It's a first for me as well." I said smiling.

"Fucking might be difficult, but I can give you a blow job you'll never forget."

It took a bit of maneuvering, but we eventually found a position that worked.

She started with gentle tongue flicks on the tip of my cock while squeezing my balls with her hand. The pressure exerted, maximized the pleasure. It came close to that indistinguishable sensation where you are not sure if it is pain or pleasure you are experiencing. She took more of my penis into her mouth, occasionally deep throating me. I was torn between wanting this to go on and feeling the need to release my backed up load instantly. I lost it when her finger pushed into my ass.

I blasted at least four large gushes into Danni's hungry mouth. When I looked down, my cum was leaking out of the sides of her mouth.

My cock was still erect when I laid beside her, our faces inches apart. Danni leaned in and gave me the softest, most sensuous kiss I had ever experienced.

"There is something about you that makes me feel safe." she said beaming a smile. "We will find a way for you to be inside me, I promise."

I made us breakfast and we spent the rest of the morning sitting close together on the sofa talking.

"So how old are you Robbie?" Danni asked.

"24"

"Oh!" she said seeming surprised. "I thought you were older, not that it bothers me. You don't seem troubled that I am twice your age."

"I have been attracted to older women since my mid teens."

"Is there a story there?"

When I hesitated, she said, "It's okay. I shouldn't pry."

"I've never told anyone. When I was 19, I had an affair with an older married woman. It was my ex-girlfriend's mother actually.

My girlfriend avoided every effort on my part to have sex. Long story short, I caught her with another guy in the back seat of a car, going at it like gangbusters. I ended our relationship immediately.

A while later, I ran into her mother and she asked why I had not been around lately. She didn't know we had broken up, and I gave no explanation.

A few days later, I bumped into her mother again in the shopping centre parking lot. She couldn't get her car started and asked me to drive her home. As I helped her carry groceries in, she surprised me with a warm hug and told me she had confronted her daughter who confessed the reason for our breakup.

She offered me a root beer and as we talked, she said, "She must get the cheating gene from her father." When she broke down sobbing, I took her hand to console her. Before I knew what was happening, she leaned in and kissed me. It was my first French kiss. She was very aggressive and soon we were undressed and making love on the living room sofa. That was where I lost my virginity."

"Did you make love again after that?"

"The affair lasted several months. She was a very good lover. At least I thought so. I wouldn't have known the difference, I guess. She taught me about oral sex and making love in positions I had never imagined. We even tried anal sex."

"How did it end?"

"She confessed to her husband. I think it was more throwing it in his face as punishment. Anyway, they ended up separating and moving away. Am I your first younger lover?"

"Yes. But you make a strong case for not being my last."

After lunch, Danni asked, "Do you still plan on giving notice?"

"I am very conflicted. I really like who you are since yesterday. I believe we could work very well together. Now that we have been intimate, I am concerned that it may affect our working relationship. On your part more than mine, that is. At the risk of being presumptuous, I am hoping to continue having a love affair. Also, I remember being told that there is a strict no fraternization policy."

"I was being a bitch when I said that. I have a problem as well. You are the best assistant I have had and I have complete confidence in you. Being with you has rekindled my desire for intimacy. I also like who I am with you.

It wouldn't be the end of the world, if it got out that we are involved, but I would prefer to keep it low key in the work place.

With all that in mind, I would like to talk business for a while."

The rest of the afternoon was spent strategizing the rollout of the new product and planning for marketing the one being developed.

Later as I prepared a simple pasta dish for dinner, Danni sat close by in her wheelchair sipping wine. Twice, she expressed that felt very pampered.

At bedtime, I showered and then taking care to keep from dousing her cast, I used the hand spray to wash Danni. Her private parts got extra attention from my soapy fingers.

There was never a doubt we would sleep together that night.

I pleasured her orally and she squirted again.

"I want to feel you cock inside me." Danni purred and spread her legs wide.

When I hovered over her missionary style, she pulled me toward her and my eager penis homed in on her pleasure centre. It slid in easily. It was pure bliss being inside her and I began a slow rhythm that caused her to moan softly. When the tone of her cooing became more guttural, I new she was getting close to climaxing and increased the pace of my thrusting. Nibbling at my ear lobe, she moaned louder and said "Fill me up. I want to feel you cumming inside me."

Seconds later, she humped against me and called out my name over and over while lightly raking my back with her fingernails.

I lasted about thirty seconds and filled her with my spunk, just as she had asked.

I slept more peacefully than I could remember since I was much younger.

When morning came, I woke spooned against Danni, with my penis knocking against her ass.

"That thing is more dependable than a rooster crowing at dawn." she said as she opened up and took me inside. We found a nice easy rhythm and as she sensed me nearing an orgasm, she slowed and whispered, "I want you to fuck my ass."

After a brief interruption to get some lube, I was soon poking at her other opening.

Danni controlled the pace of me penetrating her beautiful ass until I was all the way in. "Give it to me now. Faster."

I had one arm around her from below and I toyed with her nipples, occasionally pinching and pulling them to her delight.

My other hand found her pussy and I inserted my finger into her wet opening and used it to match the in/out motion of my cock in her ass. Sensing she was getting close, I added some stimulation to her clit and she lost control, demanding I fuck her harder. I was reminded how much I loved anal when spasmed through her orgasm, applying alternating pressure as she squeezed my cock just as I climaxed inside her.

We made love again and rose mid morning.

While I was making breakfast, my cel phone rang.

I answered and said to Danni, "it's the agency confirming the employment of the live in care giver."

She looked disappointed until I spoke. "Ms. Simpson will not be needing your services. That position has been filled."