Business Affairs

*** Preliminary Screening ***

Sam had gotten over the rude incident by Maxwell in his office a few months ago. That potential client engaged with him again, with stern cautions about doing a better job of selecting the right candidate.

Now, Sam was searching for a resident manager for Maxwell's country estate in the ex-burbs of a midwestern USA city.

He was more judicious this time around. The advertised high salary had attracted loads of interest from young women keen on advancing their career and lifestyle prospects. It had taken weeks of reviewing, sorting and background scrutiny to cull out the chaff and focus in on the proper candidate for the unique position. He thought that maybe, finally, the right one was waiting in his outer office.

Sam shuffled through her signed application forms including the release of liability paragraphs. He called Leanna, his reliable personal assistant and travel escort, to send in the next candidate. Her paperwork looked good and he hoped she would fit the bill. This one checked all the boxes and was his most promising. He wanted this interview to go right and get her to the follow up meeting.

He sat back in his chair as he watched the door open and a stunning beauty entered his employment agency realm. She stepped gingerly toward him, a shy half smile on her lovely face. He indicated the chair in front of his desk and she gracefully sat, crossing her legs in a professional woman's seated pose. Behind the desk, he stealthily adjusted his crotch as he appraised the young woman.

He knew the basic details from her resume. Karin was college educated, boasting a food service and lodging career progression: restaurant hostess, waitress, assistant condominium manager, assistant resort hotel administrator, now interested in the advertised posting for a private estate resident manager.

Her erudite career goal statement was focused on how she could benefit her employer by means of her business and facility management training and experience, rather than speaking only of the benefits she wanted for herself. It showed class and sophistication... and hopefully a willingness to please.

She was mid-twenties, raised in foster care after landing in a refugee boat from war-torn Southern Asia. Her mother said her father was a foreign soldier but she never met him. She showed the best characteristics of that mélange of African and Asian heredities: brown almond shaped eyes, black curly hair, tawny brown skin tone. Her smile was radiant with white teeth flashing between plump chocolate-colored lips.

Sam mused he was sure she could handle the estate's logistic affairs; there were lots of applicants that could do that. He needed to know if she could handle Maxwell's libido affairs. That required a special personality.

"My client is a successful business tycoon who has hundreds of employees. But his estate, he calls it the Manor, is his baby and it's the refuge where he enjoys its abundant earthly comforts, everything a man could wish for. That includes personal on-call amenities, both day and night."

Sam watched her face to see if she was sophisticated enough to recognize the 'night' reference. A slight frown of conjecture crossed her face. Sam drove on.

"I have to ask you some personal questions that aren't entirely EEOC compliant. You signed our standard form just earlier releasing us from any repercussions. We are just an agency at arm's length from the client. Do you agree?"

"I... guess so."

Sam continued with the off-standard questions. She gave him, sometimes grudgingly, her honest answers.

"Good. Tell me about hobbies and sports?

Your respones included swimming, jogging, movies, books.

Height, weight, and body measurements?

"Uhh... 123, 5-9..."

She cocked an eye...

"Okay... 34-23-34."

Family and amorous relationships?

She said: no family, no current boyfriend.

Cup size?

A resigned dip of her head. then one proud word:

"E"

Natural or silicone?

A loud statement:

"Real!"

Shaved?

"Why do you need to know that?"

"Relates to hygiene."

"Okay... Yes..."

Multi-orgasmic?

A shy response.

"Sometimes."

"As you can tell from the questions, my client seeks more than just a resident property facilitator. He seeks a dual role resident comfort facilitator. Your duties related to the personal on-call amenities may stretch the bounds of legally recognized boss-subordinate relations. As such, there will be a follow up interview at the estate to evaluate your inclination to service his needs."

Karin sat quietly absorbing the news. She was used to fending off lecherous professors and sleazy bosses but had still succumbed a few times to reality and fucked them for better grades or a promotion or a pay raise. This dialog was actually refreshing, honestly stating the work conditions up front.

She was blushing but agreed. She had a history of being a pragmatic woman ready to submerge herself into the privileged world of powerful men.

"Okay. What the hell. I'll try it."

Sam's mood soared. Finally, all his work on this contract was reaching its success.

"I have some pointers that will help make a good first impression when you meet my client at his estate. It may be your one and only chance to seal the deal."

"I would appreciate any advice that will help me succeed."

"Okay, good. So, show me your tits."

"What? Here?"

"Of course, here! I can't send a silly shy girl to an elite follow up meeting, now, can I?"

She had already swallowed her pride to the circumstances. She hoped she wasn't expected to swallow something else here in his office. She stood in her heels, still a bit dumbfounded by his request. She slowly peeled off her shoulder straps and lowered the front of her dress. It's bodycon style eschewed a brassiere. The synthetic woven fabric strained to slide over her breasts. When it did, two broad, dark nipples emerged for Sam's inspection. As she lowered it further, her full globes came into view, perched high on her chest. Even Sam, an experienced connoisseur of prime women's physiques, was duly impressed with their natural perfection. Not all men liked the same size and shape of a woman's man-toys, but he was hard pressed to think of any who would reject these, even the finicky Maxwell.

"Give them a shimmy."

She waggled her shoulders. He watched the fluid rolls of the side-to-side quivers.

"Be sure to add a little makeup to your nipples, a flavored kind would be ideal."

She hardly reacted to his suggestion.

"Now the pussy, please."

Leaving her tits uncovered, her hands drew up the dress hem, rising to uncover her groin. She folded down the front of her panties. Just as stated, she was shaved. Her labia flaps were right sized, not too plump, not too small. Sam leaned in to look closer and nodded his approval.

"Okay, I will set up the meeting for this weekend. A car will pick you up and deliver you to the estate. No need to pack; wardrobe and beauty products will be furnished at the site. Now, go get ready... to be a good girl."

She wiggled back into street worthy mode. Her journey had begun and there was nothing more to say. She gathered her purse and turned on her heels to leave. Sam had one final bit of advice.

"Be nice to Maxwell; he is very picky and demanding."

*** Offsite Evaluation ***

Karin was delivered by limousine to Maxwell's mansion. She wore simple attire: skirt, blouse, heels. The driver exhibited neat manners but other than 'please' and 'thank you' courtesies, he didn't make any conversation. Rather, he kept checking her out in the rearview mirror. She tried to avoid eye contact but his leering glances gave her the willies.

They arrived at an iron wrought double leafed gate which smoothly opened on approach. Further in, a gatehouse contained a single guard who waved the known town car on by. The car navigated the twisting driveway which prevented any straight through view of the main building. When it came into view, it was a midsized, two-story manor house with tall columns and bracketed by lush greenery and lawns.

At the main entrance portico, the chauffeur opened her car door, gave her a hand alighting, tipped his cap and handed her an envelope. He drove away leaving her on the broad front steps.

She opened the envelope and found a few brief sentences.

*Find your suite of rooms on the second floor.

*Bathe and preen, and don only the clothes laid out on the bed.

*Go to the rear pool area.

*Maxwell will find you there.

Meanwhile, Sam notified Maxwell on a potential candidate and told him she would be a little something special waiting poolside at his weekend estate. The stage was set for her 'in depth' interview and talents evaluation.

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Maxwell attended to a few items on his ride out of the city to his ex-burb estate. His week had been filled with noxious problems that apparently, despite an expensive senior staff, required his input to remedy. And his usual secretary had taken sick all week, so his usual office stress relief was unavailable from the temp the agency sent to fill in. His instructions had been clear and specific regarding her extra duties but somehow the message got lost in translation.

He worked his emails, first sending the inadequate temp agency a blistering email, dismissing any further need for their inept services. He reviewed his schedule for next week and saw an email from Sam.

* Hey, Maxwell. I'm sorry that the redhead was not to your liking. No worries; we have found other ways to use her. But I think I have found a gal that can meet your requirements. She's being delivered to your estate for the weekend. You'll find her at the swimming pool. Give her a good going over and let me know what you think. Thanks. Sam.-*

Max entered the manor house after dismissing his chauffeur for the weekend.

"I'll call if I need you but, otherwise, pick me up at 9 on Monday."

That left the butler and cook, both discrete staff members who stayed at the separate servant quarters near the gatehouse on weekends unless a special need arose. He strode through the hallway and onto the back patio and pool deck.

She saw a young woman lounging on a poolside chaise lounge; her clothes were anything but a swimsuit. The shiny silver lame party dress was bandeau style to show off her generous cleavage and was high hemmed to show her sculpted legs. Her feet wore matching silver high heels.

He didn't introduce himself; his mood wasn't up for extending greetings, but he was already smitten by Sam's discovery. He lent her a hand to rise from the lounge and used a finger under her chin to draw her in for a welcoming kiss. She tasted citrusy sweet; her lip-gloss a mixture of fruity balms.

There was much more of her to discover and he didn't hesitate to initiate unwrapping Sam's submission for his consideration. He held her hand above her as she slowly pirouetted on a shoe toe in front of him, providing him a full 360 inspection of her still clothed body.

She was shorter than him, even in her heels. But even with her clothes on, he could tell she had a fine ass, slim waist and big boobs.

She looked at him with a smile, a silent gesture of query. Did he like her looks?

He gave her another half turn and stopped her facing away from him. The back of the dress covered the upper half of her back. He found the clasp and plucked it open. It veered apart, loosening the tensed material that stretched over her generous chest, exposing a bit more of her tawny-brown skin.

The zipper descended at his will. He lifted her arms out horizontal and she held the pose as he gripped the lose material under her arms and peeled it down her torso. That presented him with a sidewinder view of her loose boobs, appearing fuller and higher due to her raised arms.

He let the partially disassembled dress with its built-in cups droop over her hips. His hands rounded her torso and he got his first fondling of her breasts. The warm round orbs filled his hands and he tested their squishiness by playing with the pliant flesh.

His hands descended to her lowered dress and finished the fall to her ankles. He patted lightly on her ass cheeks, testing and approving of their toned resilience.

No words had been spoken during his inspection of Karin's physique. And the silence continued as he turned her to face him. She was close, her boobs hung between them. She was fully naked save for her heels; he was fully clothed. She made a modest gesture to raise her hands, expecting to undress him. But he seized her wrists and placed them again at her sides.

His eyes bore into hers, their faces nearly touching. His hands slid down her belly, lower over her groin and came to rest, upturned, palming her pussy. His middle finger sawed briefly in her labia and then the fingertip probed inward. She was wet.

Max withdrew and used two fingers to rub gently, rhythmically on her clotoris sides. The slow Yoni caress was giving Karin a warm tingle that spread over her groin, both inside and outside her pussy. She was finding it hard to maintain her stance; her knees wobbled as her inner passions grew. Then he returned to inserting his fingers in a shallow penetrative massage of her pink tissues. One... then two... then three.

She met his eye-lock as she felt herself being digitally penetrated. As he tunneled deeper, her eyebrows rose, expressing her uneasy feelings of being examined in this intrusive manner. His fingers found the small swell of the nodule, the special packet of nerves, her G-spot. He rubbed the area, slides and circles, stirring his digits for her arousal.

Karin's knees trembled as she shifted her weight from foot to foot, tiny wiggles of her hips, his finger work sending jolts of joy sparking up her spine. Her eyes squinted as the prickles intensified. She gripped his belt to maintain her stance. He saw her nearing her peak and revved up the inner caresses.

Her forbearance broke and she cried out, eyes shut, mouth open. His pinioned hand felt the vaginal tremors and his other arm braced a bicep to hold her weight as her knees warped and she gripped his belt.

When her rapture passed, she steadied her body and stabilized her stand. Her eyes opened to find him still staring into hers. He slid out his fingers and brought them to her lips, glossing them with her pussy juices. He poked between them and she suckled off the remaining moisture.

He leaned her back, supporting her languid body as he placed her on the flattened lounge, feet planted on either side, knees apart, her labia glistening with the dregs of her extruded feminine lubrication. He leaned over her, still clothed, braced his weight on the lounge rails. His mouth captured each of her nipples, a toothy tweak to the risen nubs, a tongue lash on the circumferential bumps.

He rose back, stood, dropped his pants and shuffled forward again. He rested his hips between her legs. His cock tip touched her soaked cunt, and without hesitation, the rest followed behind as he easily slid in. He cycled thrust upon thrust. Spewing in her cunt would take the edge off his weeklong buildup of ire. Her arms wrapped his body as he used her for his long overdue relief.

He finished inside her and rested briefly before pulling out and standing above her recumbent naked beauty. He lifted her feet, one at a time, and unbuckled her high heels.

She looked up at him, curious, wondering what was next. He held out his hand, a half clothed gentleman assisting a naked lady to her feet.

Then he lifted her in an arm cradle carry and tossed her in the pool. She was dunked completely and surfaced sputtering, wiping her ruined hairdo away from her face. Upon looking back at him, she saw that he had hurriedly removed his clothes, tossing away the last article. Then he ran a few steps and jumped in to join her in the tepid water.

They played together, splashing, laughing, furtive grabs at cock and boobs, darting away to be chased and fondled again.

She swam away and pranced up the submerged steps, tits and ass bounding, wet drops flying away. She stood on the pool ledge, one hand on hip, soaking wet, looking back at him, a water nymph with a 'come hither' panache. So, he 'came hither', striding purposefully out of the water, his cock sagging loose and long. She stood in place as he approached.

He took her hand and led her to the Jacuzzi hot tub, its inviting warm vapor floating on the surface. They stepped in together and settled seated side by side. His arm lay across her shoulder, his palm cupping her far boob. She lay her head on his shoulder and her hand snuck to hold his cock in reflective fondle.

It wasn't long before they felt a renewed urge. She took the initiative this time. Rising, she threw a leg over and straddled his groin. Her pussy rested at his erection, trapping it against his belly.

Her hands rounded his neck, her body leaned back, giving him free access to her boobs. He took the hint, handling the mammary treasures with macho gusto. He was struck again by their substantial mass and pliability. As he played, she rubbed her labia on his cock, radiating thrills to both their genitals.

He bumped her groin with his, a signal to proceed with the copulation. She rubbed slowly up his length until the knob passed by her clitoral trigger. She carefully wiggled the tip to her slot. With a deep intake of breath, she pressed and impaled his stiff cock into her juicy cunt.

She moaned at the exhilarating sensation when his corona brushed her G-spot. She was in charge of this coupling, for now, and used the time to her advantage, repeatedly dithering his knob rim on that cluster of nerve endings. His answering groans of pleasure urging her to prolong the genital massage.

But Mother Nature wanted her due milky tribute and Maxwell couldn't resist her persistent call; Karin was also feeling the approach of her orgasm. She pulled his body close and hugged his neck. They sped up the cycle and, at last, he erupted, hugging her big tits to his chest as she squirmed and wiggled, burying his spewing cock deep in her womb. Their clutch of hugs was so tight as to be painful but neither noticed or cared.

They vibrated in ecstasy as the surges of excitement rocketed throughout their bodies. A gentle calm slowly descended on the tumultuous event as the waves of nervous elation retreated and only the post-coital glow lingered.

She loosened her death hug on his neck, found his face and kissed his lips in gratitude for another golden orgasm. His cock softened but was still lodged inside her clinging cunt. He was calm enough to now speak, his first words since finding her on the pool chaise lounge.

"What's your name?"

"I'm Karin, sir."

"You're hired."

*** Estate Special Hostess ***

Karin took up her duties at the estate. She saw to the bookkeeping, and supervised the subcontracted landscaping, kitchen and housekeeping day staff and the 24-7-365 guard services. Her days were otherwise occupied with maintaining her physique for Maxwell's weekend visits. Her daily routine revolved around yoga, dance exercise and hours spent in her luxurious ensuite beauty spa. She stayed in top shape to provide for her boss' complete serenity and stress liberation on his weekend escapes from the rigors of corporate confrontation.

But she was also his tool for granting gifts to a few favored gentlemen. One such was a weekday visitor, Willie, an elderly gentleman that had been a special colleague and mentor on Max's rise to business supremacy.

She received a message from her boss to take good care of the recent widower. His wife, Grace, had succumbed to her illness a year before and Willie was still working through his grief, especially melancholy on the anniversary of her passing.

Karin made the estate ready for her special guest. After his arrival and settling him into an opulent guest bedroom suite, she arranged a small one-on-one dinner. The intimate candlelit rendezvous on the patio, under a nighttime sky of twinkling stars and serenaded by the chorus of nearby songbirds, got him comfortable and reminiscing about his departed love.