Desk Pet - Sex Stories

Desk Pet

It was time to bitch out my agent. When he said 'hello,' I launched into a speech about wasting my time. I know any struggling model and actress has strengths and weaknesses. My weakness doesn't seem fair. My tits are too big. I keep hearing 'We are looking for a younger girl.' That is a nice way for them to say I have tits like a porn star. I know my face is young and fresh. Busting out of a 34 DD means I look too sexual to be a commercial success. It is ironic, that I announced my decision to get a real job the same day I got an offer. My agent was over the moon. I was confused. One of the most prominent businessmen in New York sought out an ad agency for a personal assistant. Lots of businessman want an actress to play with. I knew other girls who quit acting to be a playmate. It was time for me to go there. My rent was due. I didn't give a fuck if I slept with a businessman for money. A girl has to do what's necessary to pay the bills. It was time to grow up. The offer was for more money in two-weeks than a struggling actress can earn in a year. I couldn't refuse the offer even if it involved sex. My client had specific instructions for me that made me smile. I was to show up dressed to kill. My new employer wanted me to look straight off a 'Mad Men' set. He wanted me in the best vintage clothes possible. I was to be his personal 'Joan.' I love that show. I was excited to dress vintage. I spent my last twenty bucks in a thrift shop for a vintage dress that fit me like a ...

... glove. It was a simple wool dress the color of tropical water. I fell in love with that dress. I knew this offer was a new way of life. It isn't easy to be a girl from the sixties in the present time. I could pull it off with ease. I showed up for the interview like I already got the job. I loved the decor in the office. I realized my client did have a fetish for all things vintage. This was truly an acting job. I got lucky. The businessman who wanted a playmate was gorgeous. I knew good looks were part of his success. I knew he was cocky and arrogant by the way he leaned against the desk and looked at me like a piece of meat. We had this strange moment. He was checking me out. I dropped acting long enough to do the same. I looked him up and down like I wanted to eat him alive. I barely remember the speech he gave me at the interview. It was about a woman from the sixties doing everything possible to make her boss happy. It was rude, sexist and wrong. My client needed me to be beautiful at all times. He wanted perfection and obedience like I was his pet. I call this story desk pet for a reason. I felt like his kitten. I liked it. I've never been submissive. This was a chance to use acting skills after all. I was turned on. I felt guilt for wanting sex instead of a job. I hoped this offer would give me both. My new boss gave me a wicked grin when I said 'Yes.' He knew I wanted to play his secretary game. I could spin this story into some sweet, sexy office romance. I want you ...