[u]The PA pt 1[/u] - Sex Stories

[u]The PA pt 1[/u]

... to laugh, asking where did he sign and “welcome to his world miss efficient” “You will join me for dinner” not a question more of a command, he pressed a button on a hidden consul and the bookcase swung open to reveal a table laid for two in the next room. He led her to the table, “from now on when alone I am Ted and with you it is Maggie,” and he kissed her hand. Maggie noted the lay of the table, concluding that this self assured bastard was arrogant enough to believe she would not refuse and wondering if she would have been invited to dine if she had refused his job They dined well waited on by a butler who he introduced as “Barnes” who he said would help her to settle in tomorrow, again the arrogant assumption that she would start the next day, she later knew it would have been a case of him having investigated her circumstances and would have been assured of her lack of other work, now it just seemed arrogant. The meal was quiet each appraising the other, once over he led her from the table, “come” he said They walked through the marvellous old house, to the west wing, where he opened a door into a large bedroom complete with four poster bed and a balcony; she smiled at him and quietly said “she didn’t think she was to start till tomorrow” He smiled at that ...“you misunderstand Maggie, this is yours and this the only key`s” he said handing her the bunch, he led her into the room and opened the side door, leading to a fabulous on sweet bathroom beyond her wildest ...

... dreams, a Jacuzzi, shower a walk in wardrobe, dressing table, the whole nine yards, he opened another door, a living and sitting room dominated by a huge TV, leading to a kitchen diner small but useful and a tiny office alcove complete with PC. “You may have visitors should you wish them, just tell Barnes and he will arrange food for you, our chef will normally cook by the way when you`re not dining with me he will deliver it to you here.” “Duties start at 9 sharp normally breakfast together at 7.30 Monday to Friday and we will see about a car for you tomorrow, you can drive” it was not a question. He swept on showing her first the swimming pool, and then the gym, the kitchens, the billiards room and the conference room. The last place he swept her into was his own rooms, palatial, was an understatement, he led her to the private lift, which descended them to a below basement cellar, they stepped out into a fully equipped dungeon low lights, softly illuminated the equipment, a bar fully stocked at the end and a set of benches along the wall told whatever happened here it was a spectator sport, he stood awaiting her reaction to this his personal fetish. She looked about, noting the racks of whips, chains and the like, his face telling of his pride of the place, hers unmoving, as he pointed out the recording and filming gear, the fact it was all sound-proofed, the lifting gear and the bondage kit, the whipping horse and the pillory, the list was endless and she silently licked her ...