Nevada Day - Sex Stories

Nevada Day

... hand, was convicted and sentenced to ten years. Though my troubles didn’t end there. I was fired from my job because of the arrest, and was evicted from the apartment I shared with Clint. In fact, I was packing my bags when Mr. Rocca arrived at my home with an offer I couldn’t refuse. He said he knew Clint was a sleazebag and had been investigating him for some time. It’s how he knew I was innocent and why he fought so hard to get the charges against me dropped. This was all fine and dandy, I told him, but it didn’t solve my current problem. That’s when he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse. Well, I guess I could have, but only if I was stuck on stupid, which I was trying not to be anymore. He needed a girl to work in an accounting firm as a secretary and spy to see if they were stealing from him. He worked with three different ones, and he was sure one was stealing from him, but he wasn’t sure. Of course I jumped at the chance. Then he helped me pack my bags and took me to what would be my new apartment, on the other side of town. It was a nice one bedroom place that more than met my needs. It was there in my new apartment, Mr. Rocca made me pay for his services. It was a night of hot, passionate sex. Mr. Rocca was an incredible lover, but he made it very clear this was a one night event and I was to never speak of it again. I have a job and a roof over my head so trust me, I have never spoken of it, until now. That’s how I met Jacob Hoskins. Mr. Hoskins is a handsome man ...

... in his late thirties, with dark auburn hair, and piercing gray eyes. He always wears a three-piece suit with a vest, tie, slacks, jacket, and starched shirt. He wasn’t thrilled about hiring me, as he suspected I was a plant, but he agreed to give me a month trial because he was in dire need of a secretary after his last one had to leave because her Air Force husband was transferred to Europe. Mr. Hoskins was all business, but his former secretary was something else. After a week, I still couldn’t figure out her filing system, so I decided to stay late one night to try to reorganize it. Once I thought everyone had left, I kicked off my shoes, and started pulling files. After a couple of hours, I slipped off to the bathroom. When I returned, I saw two men moving around my desk. In a panic, I slipped into an open office and called the police. Imagine my embarrassment when I learned my “intruders” were my boss and his driver/bodyguard. Turns out he was investigating why someone was still in the building after hours and had also called the police. Once it was clear no one was committing a crime, the officer who had come scolded us both. But my surprises didn’t end there. Mr. Hoskins didn’t fire me, but had me come in the following Saturday and helped me reorganize the files. Turned out we were over-billing some clients and under-charging others. Those we overcharged, we notified that they had a credit for their loyalty, the under-billed ones were told of a price increase to help ...