Author's note: A slight rewrite, adding slightly more story.
This is a jrparz@hotmail.com copyright dated © November 2004.
Dominic sighed as he got off the elevator.
It had been a long day and he was looking forward to relaxing. The media was starting to look into his hiring practices and he knew it would be a matter of time before they'd apply pressure on him.
As he entered his Penthouse Suite, he was immediately greeted at the door by a dark haired beauty dressed provocatively in a sexy maid's outfit. He smiled at the former actress as she bashfully took his briefcase. She looked quite fetching.
A delicious aroma of pasta then caught his attention, prompting him to head for the kitchen.
"Smells delicious, Linda," he greeted another beautiful brunette.
"Good evening, Mr. Darke," the brunette responded with a smile. She also wore a maid's outfit.
He kissed the beauty on the back of her neck, eliciting a moan from the girl... this one he plucking right out of culinary school.
When he entered his Den, Heather was waiting for him with a drink in her hand.
"How's my favorite blonde?" he asked, smiling.
Heather giggled, beaming.
Heather was his first permanent acquisition nearly four years ago when he had turned the college grad into his personal assistant. Although she had recently turned 26, she looked as young and fresh as the rest of his girls.
He kissed Heather affectionately and then took a seat in his chair. Heather remained standing by his side.
"How's our new maid adjusting?" he asked, referring to the former actress.
"Not as well as she could be," Heather replied, sighing.
"Oh...? Why not?" he responded.
"I think if you were to start calling her by her name and allow her to talk to you once in awhile... not to mention make use of her more often... then she'd do a whole hell of a lot better."
"Are you insinuating that I'm the reason she isn't adjusting?" he asked, smirking.
"I'm merely pointing out that she'd be a lot better off if you'd fuck her more often."
"Wouldn't you all," he replied, chuckling.
He remembered meeting Maria at one of those Hollywood fundraisers. She was young and sweet... and had just been nominated for an academy award. It was a combination of her beauty, innocence, and air of confidence that totally captivated him.
"The news is about to start, sir," Heather commented, breaking his train of thought.
"Ah yes... lets see if our favorite reporter breaks the story," he remarked, grabbing for the clicker.
There on the television screen was the ever so beautiful... Gina Temple.
"What's strange about Darke Corporation is that every employee is young, beautiful, and female... ranging from age 18 to 26."
"How does she acquire this information?" he asked, smiling.
"Public record, sir," Heather responded.
"I'd also like to point out that in every case, each of these women had successful careers before going to work for Mr. Darke."
"She certainly is lovely, don't you think?" he added, enjoying the reporter's feistiness.
"Yes, very..." Heather whispered in response.
He glanced at Heather and noted how smitten she was with the reporter as well.
"One of the latest to leave her career to go work for Darke Corporation is academy award nominee, Maria Cowles. Not only has Ms. Cowles left Hollywood, but she has also separated from her director husband, and we have it on good authority that Ms. Cowles is working as Mr. Darke's maid!"
"Now that isn't part of the public record," Heather added.
"Don't you just love her?" he responded, enjoying the girl's feistiness.
"Are you going to have her join our family?" Heather asked, sounding hopeful.
"Well, she's very beautiful... so, she meets my physical standards... and I'm thinking that by acquiring her that she could kill two birds with one stone," he replied, grinning.
"Then it might please you to know that WCNX called today and requested an interview," Heather added, smiling.
"Will Gina be doing the interviewing?" he asked, smiling. Heather was always trying to come up with a special surprise for him.
"I made it part of the condition, sir," Heather replied, smiling.
He suddenly pulled Heather down onto his lap and planting a big kiss on her lips. She responded enthusiastically and quite passionately. It took will power to break off the kiss. "Send in Maria... then set up the interview with Ms. Temple for tomorrow... and then join us in my bedroom."
"Yes, sir!" Heather responded and kissed him once again before she jumped up off his lap and left the room.
"Sir...?" Maria greeted him in a soft sweet voice.
He shut off the television and turned to the beauty.
"Heather said you wanted to see me..." she added with downcast eyes.
To think that this young woman was a mere 21 years old... and until he entered her life, she had Hollywood at her beckon call...
"Come over here," he commanded her.
Maria quickly did as she was told.
"How are you adjusting?" he asked, smiling.
"Fine, sir," Maria whispered.
"Do you miss your husband?" he asked, curious.
"My husband...? Uh... no," she responded, and then dropped her gaze down to the floor again.
"Heather says I'm making your adjustment more difficult, but what she doesn't know is what I did for you regarding your soon-to-be ex."
"Thank you, sir... I... I appreciate that," she responded.
He remembered how much of an emotional wreck Maria had been. "Heather also said I should make use of you more," he stated.
Maria blushed.
"So, I decided to give Heather the benefit of the doubt and fuck you. I mean... this is the reason you left your husband, isn't it?"
"Yes, I guess so," Maria whispered.
"You guess...?" he asked, smiling.
"I know," she quickly corrected.
"Strip," he commanded.
Maria did as she was instructed... and within seconds her maid's outfit lay on the floor by her feet. Now, she stood naked before him.
"Are you wet?" he asked, wondering if he should have her shake her pussy.
"Yes, sir," she whispered, blushing a darker shade of red.
"Show me," he commanded.
Maria reached down with her right hand... and then a moment later she brought her glistening wet fingers up to show him.
"Good girl," he responded, adding, "Lick them clean."
Without the slightest hesitation, she brought her fingers to her mouth and did so... clearly enjoying the taste.
"Tell me, Maria... given Hollywood's reputation... have you ever indulged in a ménage a trios?"
"No, sir," Maria whispered.
"Tonight that will change," he responded, smiling.
Dominic smiled at the young female reporter.
Gina Temple wore her long dark hair pinned up and off her shoulders, stood about 5'6", and although she was wearing an unflattering business suit, there was no way she could hide her curvaceous, luscious form... and then with perfect timing, at the precise moment he shook Gina's hand, he willed her a small orgasm... and then watched at the girl flinched, shuddered, and then sunk down in her chair.
"Are you all right, Miss Temple?" he asked, sitting down in a chair directly across from her.
He loved the mixture of pleasure and confusion that crossed the reporter's face... and he had to suppress a smile when he saw her embarrassment settle in.
"I... I was dizzy for a moment, but I'm all right now... thank you. I... I also want to thank you for this opportunity," she added, as she struggled to regain her composure.
He smiled in response.
"Would you mind if I tape this interview?" she asked, pulling out her tape recorder.
"Feel free," he replied, smiling.
He had to admit that Gina Temple looked younger, more innocent, and even more beautiful in person than she did on the television set. He could actually feel himself stirring as a result.
"First, could you tell me your age?" she asked.
"I'm 22," he responded.
"Your education?"
"I was 16 when I dropped out of High School."
"Are you telling me that you are a high school drop out?" Gina asked, looking shocked.
"Yes," he replied, smiling.
"But how did you acquire the education to start your own business?" she asked, sounding very confused.
"Well, lets just say that my special talent eliminated my need for further education and proved all the tools I would need."
"Special talent...?"
"Yeah, but lets resurface this topic towards the end of our interview, okay?"
"Certainly, Mr. Darke... Now, how many employees do you have working for you?"
"Nineteen if you include my personal staff."
"And isn't it true that every one of them is female, young and attractive?"
"Yes, that's correct," he replied, smiling.
"Why is that?"
"I guess it's mainly due to the more decorative atmosphere they provide and they also tend to my needs."
"Excuse me...? Mr. Darke, that's very sexist of you to say," Gina responded.
"You think...?" he replied, smiling.
"I'm shocked that these girls tolerate this barbaric behavior," Gina added.
"They do so due to their need," he added.
"Need for what?"
"Come now, Ms. Temple... surely you're smarter than that," he responded, chuckling.
"Are you insinuating...?" Gina started to say.
"I'm glad to see that I don't have to spell it out," he responded.
"But your receptionist is still in High School!"
"Jennifer...? Ah yes... graduating next month in fact. Don't you just love her hair?"
"But she was about to sign a multi-million dollar modeling contract with Teen Scene! Instead she's answering your phones and filing for you!"
"Yes, Ms. Temple... what's your point?" he asked, smiling.
"Why would Jennifer give up a very successful modeling opportunity to be your receptionist?"
"Would you like to ask her?" he asked.
"Most definitely," Gina responded.
He got up off his chair and walked over to his desk. He pressed the office intercom.
"Yes, sir," a soft voice answered professionally.
"Jennifer, come into my office."
"Yes, sir," Jennifer responded in an excited tone.
A moment later Jennifer entered the office... dressed in a very short black mini-skirt and a white blouse. This accentuated the fact that she possessed long beautiful legs and perky breasts. Her black pumps provided an additional three inches to her height and her long dark hair fell all the way down to her very curvaceous ass.
"Hi Jennifer... Ms. Temple here would like to ask you a question."
"Yes, sir," Jennifer responded, smiling... and then she shifted around to face the reporter.
"Jennifer... my name is Gina Temple with WCNX news and I'm doing a story about Mr. Darke."
"Yes, ma'am... I've seen you on television," Jennifer responded, smiling.
"Could you tell me why you gave up a lucrative career to be a super model for a life as a receptionist?"
"So I could be close to Mr. Darke," Jennifer responded, blushing.
"That will be all, Jennifer," he instructed the teen, smiling.
"Yes, sir," Jennifer quickly responded, and then quickly departed the office.
"You're really having sex with her, aren't you?" Gina asked in shock.
"And might I add that she's a little tigress in bed," he responded, smiling.
"And this goes for the others as well...? You're having sex with everyone on your staff?" Gina asked, sounding more shocked than ever.
He smiled, nodding his head yes in response.
"I'd like to talk to Maria Cowles."
"That's not possible at the moment, but I assure you that you'll have all the time in the word to talk to her down the road," he responded, smiling.
"Why can't I talk to her now?" Gina asked.
"Because she's on my personal staff at my residence."
"Then the rumors are true?"
"Which rumors are those?"
"The one that has a highly acclaimed movie actress, who, by the way, is still legally married to a very famous director, suddenly leaving her husband and career to be your maid!"
"Oh... that rumor," he responded with a smirk.
"Mr. Darke! I'm not sure what it is that you hold over these girls, but every one of them had a life before they met you... and somehow you've reduced them to mere sex slaves!"
"Please, Ms. Temple... I can assure you that every one of these girls is very happy," he responded, smiling.
"Happy...? That's because you have them hypnotized!"
"Hypnosis...? Not likely."
"Then what do you call it?"
"An awakening," he responded, smiling.
"A brainwashing is more like it!" Gina responded in anger.
"If this were true, Ms. Temple, why then aren't you concerned about meeting the same fate?" he asked, curious.
"Is that a threat?" Gina responded, standing up.
"A threat...? Not at all... and I don't use hypnosis. Every girl that works for me does so of their own will... and everyone that has sex with me, does so with great enthusiasm."
"You've done something to them! I'm going to get to the bottom of it... and when I do, I'll expose you for the sick perverted man you are... and just in case you get any ideas about doing something to me, the police are standing by in the event I don't emerge from this interview."
"Ms. Temple... I assure you there's nothing to worry about," he responded, chuckling.
"Mr. Darke... you are doing down... trust me."
"Fine, Ms. Temple... but before you go, I think I should apologize for being less than straight forward with you," he responded, sighing.
Gina looked at him suspiciously... rechecked her recording device to make sure it was still running and retook her seat.
"You see... the whole time that you've been interviewing me, I've really been interviewing you."
"What...? Interviewing me for what?"
"I've created a new position in my corporation, specifically designed for you."
"Mr. Darke. I can assure you that there isn't any way in hell that I'd ever work for you. I despise and deplore your sexist attitude and I'm appalled at the way you demean these women."
"Come, Ms. Temple... aren't you the least bit interested in knowing what position I have in mind for you?" he asked, grinning. He could see the beautiful young reporter wrestle with professional curiosity. "You see, with all the uproar regarding Maria recently, I felt it was time that I hire myself a Public Relations Officer."
"You need help, Mr. Darke," Gina responded and then reached for her tape recorder.
"Please, Ms. Temple... you should feel honored that I have a specific position in mind for you. Unlike the majority of my eye candy, you were not only interviewed for your looks, but also your intelligence."
"You're crazy," she mumbled, standing up.
"Are you leaving without knowing about that special talent I mentioned earlier?" he asked, smiling.
Gina stopped and paused for a moment... and again retook her seat. She checked to make sure she had her recording device on and waited for him to begin.
"It was in my junior year in High School. I discovered it quite by accident. I was in my History class and started to fantasize about my teacher. She was young and beautiful... unlike most teachers. I'm sure every guy in the class had a thing for her. She had long blonde hair, was slim, and had an incredible pair of tits! I mean they were huge!"
"Get to the point, Mr. Darke," Gina responded, blushing.
"Anyway, as I sat gazing at her... I started to imagine how sexy she might look when she was getting off. I started to fantasize about how she would look during an orgasm and wouldn't you know it - she came! At least I thought she did. I mean she literally dropped down to her knees, groaning, while she cupped her crotch."
Gina blushed.
"Well, I had to make sure, so I willed her to cum again, then again... and then again! Man oh man did she ever cum! You should have heard the girl scream! She was withering around the floor, thrashing around, and rubbing her pussy masturbating. She experienced one orgasm after another..."
"Mr. Darke...! If you think for a moment that I'm going to buy this story, you're out of your mind!" Gina responded.
"You don't believe me...? That's surprising," he replied.
"Why do you say that?" Gina whispered.
"Because I made sure to send you a small orgasm when we shook hands earlier."
"Wha... what do you mean?" Gina asked, blushing.
"Don't you remember...? I bet you're still wet," he added, grinning.
Quite suddenly, Gina shot out of her chair and rushed across the room towards the door, but before she could reach it, he sent her a rush of pure arousal.
Gina gasped as she suddenly stopped... and then turned around in shock.
"Howwwwwwwww?" she whimpered, moving her right hand underneath her skirt.
He smiled in response.
"What did you do to me?!?" she cried, groaning.
"Just a little something to tame you," he replied, smiling.
"You slipped me something!" she accused him, now openly caressing herself.
"You wouldn't believe how many times I hear that," he responded, chuckling.
"This isn't possible," she groaned, rubbing her heaving boobs through the material of her bra and blouse.
"Come now, Ms. Temple. If I were to leave you in this state, you'd soon be tearing off those clothes and finger fucking yourself."
"Oh god, stop this! Please! Please! I'll do anything... just please stop this!" she cried, frantically.
"I can also direct this new need you have towards anyone of my choosing," he added, grinning.
"I... Oh... Oh, god! Please, Mr. Darke!" Gina screamed, obviously feeling the new direction for her need.
"Please... what?" he asked, toying with her.
"I need you!" Gina cried.
"Need me to what?"
"I need you to fuck me!" Gina cried at the top of her lungs.
"Now, how does that Public Relations Officer position sound?"
"I'll be anything you want me to be, just... just... fuck me!" Gina begged.
"I will... but for now crawl back here and retake your seat," he ordered.
Gina looked appalled for a second, but then quickly did as she was told. She looked quite a sight, crawling towards him on her hands and knees.
"That's better," he commented, smiling.
"How... how is this... possible?" she asked, fidgeting with desire.
He smiled and then turned it off... and then like a light switch, Gina's need disappeared, eliciting a long sigh.
He smiled, enjoying the new aroma filling the air. He soooooo loved the smell of female arousal.
"You're a monster," Gina finally whispered.
"Watch it! Now, behave yourself. Understand that I can turn you on and off like a light switch. You've already experienced what it is to feel aroused without direction... and then aroused with specific direction. You should also understand that I can direct your need towards anyone."
"This can't be happening," Gina mumbled.
"It's happening."
"This... this is why they stay," Gina whispered, still trying to compose herself.
"Yes, dear... and once you've been conditioned you'll join them."
"You mean I haven't been conditioned yet?" Gina asked, confused.
He smiled, shaking his head no. He wondered if Gina might try to make another run again. He decided he'd be disappointed if she didn't.
"But... but what about the way I just felt?" Gina asked.
"My special talent allows me to elicit these feelings at close range, but it takes the actual conditioning to bond you to them," he replied, smiling.
Gina suddenly jumped to her feet and ran towards the door again, but just like before, she didn't make it. This time she dropped to the floor, screaming...
The orgasm that racked her body immobilized her completely. Never before had she came so hard in her life before.
"Get up and sit down," Mr. Darke commanded.
She tried and failed to hold back her tears as she struggled to her feet... and on shaky legs she returned to her chair.
"You misbehaved for your final time, Ms. Temple... do I make myself clear?"
"Yes," she whispered, feeling a desire for him that defied logic. Never had attraction felt so powerful. The sexual desire she felt now overwhelmed her... a as every thought centered on Mr. Darke. She could literally feel herself soaking her panties.
"So, what time should I expect the police to arrive?" he asked.
She blushed with downcast eyes.
"Were you lying?" Mr. Darke asked, smirking.
"I'm sorry. The only one that knows I'm here is my boss and he's expecting me back by 5:00."
"No more lying... understand?"
"Yes," she whispered.
"Now, kneel down before me and please me."
Her blushed deepened, but initial reluctance gave way to new need, as she quickly got off her chair, dropped down to her knees before him, and reached for his zipper.
"What would you like, Ms. Temple?"
"I... I want... I want your cock," she stammered, blushing, and licking her lips in anticipation.
"Then be sure to do the very best job you can."
With an eagerness that shocked her, she unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. She gasped at its size and then devoured him!
"Make sure... uhhhhhh... make sure to swallow every drop," he instructed, smiling and groaning at the same time.
Her head bobbed up and down as fast as she could, making sure her lips and tongue played along his shaft. She had given 'blow jobs' a few times in her past, but never had she felt so passionate towards the act... and when Mr. Darke finally shot his load, she made sure to swallow every precious drop.
"Very good, Gina," Mr. Darke responded, smiling down at her.
She was still on her knees with her mouth wrapped around Mr. Darke's cock, and she felt elated from his compliment. She even cooed when he affectionately patted her on top of her head.
"Had you ever swallowed before?" he asked.
'No', she shook her head, blushing, and then she released Mr. Darke's spent cock, wishing he would quickly get hard again.
"You'll find you'll be doing a lot of firsts... and from now on, you address me as sir," Mr. Darke demanded.
"Yes, sir," she whispered, feeling an overwhelming desire to please him.
On one hand she wanted him again... wanted to suck him... and be with him in the worst way. But on the other hand she realized that everything she was feeling at the moment was artificially induced. But it felt so real. She gazed at him, thinking that even in his spent state, he looked huge... and then her desire for him disappeared.
"Oh god," she whispered, as embarrassment set in.
"Like I said, I can turn you on or off as easily as I change my mind... but things will become easier for you once you're conditioned."
"How is this possible?" she asked in a soft defeated voice.
"The conditioning...? Well, I use Pavlov's theory, which ensures irrevocable results. You'll find a certain need inside of you that will keep you in line. Every time you behave according to my desires, you'll receive a dose of pleasure... and by the time the conditioning process is complete, your body reacts accordingly."
"Why...? Why are you doing this?"
"I thought we covered this...? Simply, you meet both the standard physical and mental specs to be my new Public Affairs Officer. I mean... what better person than a beautiful reporter to fill the role?"
"But I have a career! I'm... I'm seeing someone... you can't just change my life like this!"
"Certainly I can."
"Why can't you just have sex with me and let me go? I promise I won't tell anyone!"
"Oh stop that... it isn't as bad as you think it is... and besides, once you've been conditioned, your new life will be much easier for you."
"I'll fight you!"
"It won't be me you'll be fighting... it'll be yourself."
"Please, don't do this... I... I... I love my boyfriend."
"That won't matter... and trust me, you'll cum more tonight when I give you your official welcoming fuck than you've ever cum before in your life."
"I'll go to the police!"
"Nope. You won't. In fact... in just a little less than an hour, you'll be leaving here and reporting straight to your boss. Of course everything that you tell your boss is what I want you to tell him. Then you'll come back here later on and we'll fuck the night away. Then throughout the week, you'll be working extra hard on a favorable piece regarding my corporation and me specifically. You'll make it a point to squash any and all negative rumors... which includes coming up with something clever to say about Maria Cowles. Then you'll resign from your job and officially work as my new Public Affairs Officer... and you'll do so willingly of your own free will."
"This isn't of my own free will! You aren't giving me a choice!"
"Ah, but you're wrong. You have a choice, but because of your throbbing pussy, you'll choose pleasure. Like I said, I control your desire...not your mind. It isn't my fault that your body overrules your mind."
"No! I won't let this happen!"
Just then a very beautiful woman walked into the office. She was immediately taken with the woman's long blonde hair and Hollywood looks... not to mention the size of her boobs. She was dressed pretty much like Jennifer had been, but this girl looked to be in her late 20s.
"Ah yes... here we are. Heather, as you know, this is Gina... and Gina, let me introduce you to my personal assistant, Heather. Heather also acts as my conditioning specialist."
"Hi Gina, nice to meet you," Heather greeted her with a smile.
Gina turned red from the fact that she was still on her knees before Mr. Darke. Then she felt something very strange... something that she never ever felt before!
"Oh, god... no!" she gasped, trying to deny the new feelings, but they were there and growing stronger! For the first time in her life, she wanted to kiss a girl! Not just any girl, but Heather! She wanted to make love to Heather more than she ever wanted to make love to anyone before in her life! She knew this was being forced upon her, but there was no way to combat the desire she felt towards this woman! "You're making me want her!"
"Isn't it a sweet pleasurable feeling?" Mr. Darke asked her, smiling.
"But... but I'm not gay! How can you do this to me!?!" she cried.
"Part of the standard package, dear," Mr. Darke responded.
She nearly swooned when Heather reached down to help her to her feet.
"Let's get those clothes off, okay sweetie," Heather urged her, and she felt absolutely powerless as Heather helped her remove her suit jacket... unbutton her white blouse... and then pull down her slacks. She now stood before them in just her bra and panties.
Heather unsnapped her bra, and then kneeled down to peel off her wet panties, totally exposing her naked charms.
"Aren't her little titties ever so cute," Heather commented, giggling.
"They certainly are," Mr. Darke replied, smiling.
Heather then reached around to cup them... eliciting a groan and a rush of wet heat. She felt weak in her knees and if it weren't for Heather holding her up, she would have dropped to the floor.
"Why?" she whispered, trying to understand.
"You mean your new bisexuality...? Well, I've always been turned on with the image of two beautiful women together, especially when one... or both... are virgin to this new desire."
"I... I'm not like this," she complained, allowing herself to be led back to her chair.
"Correction... You weren't like this... and now, you're anything I want you to be," Mr. Darke replied, chuckling.
Heather unpinned her hair... and allowed it to fall loosely down her back... and then she kneeled down behind her, moved her mouth up to her ear and whispered, "Mr. Darke prefers us to wear our hair down."
She blushed, remembering Mr. Darke's earlier comments, and then she groaned when Heather nibbled on her earlobe.
Mr. Darke walked over to his desk and pulled out a pair of headphones. He handed them to Heather, who in turn placed them over her ears.
The conditioning began...
"And it is with great sadness... yet excitement too... that I announce my resignation as a reporter with WCNX news. I will miss you. Signing out for my final time, this is Gina Temple."
"That's a wrap," yelled the director.
Gina got up from her desk and looked over at Sam.
"I'm going to miss you," Sam North responded and they came together for a hug.
"I'm going to miss you, too," she replied, lying.
Mr. Darke made sure that all she wanted to do was to rush back to him. Being away from him played on her pussy. She remembered one of her new female lovers described their condition as being uncomfortably horny - all of the time. Personally, she felt it was much more intense.
As commanded, she had broken up with her boyfriend... something that proved very easy given she no longer felt any desire towards him. She also reported on the rumors and staked her reputation that every one of them were false and unfounded... including the one regarding Maria Cowles. She reported that Maria was incredibly happy and simply fed up with Hollywood... and that her husband reminded her of Hollywood, and that she'd soon be filing for a divorce.
She blushed at the memory of her tryst with Maria. The third night of her new life, Heather invited her into her bed and when she had arrived, the former actress turned maid was already naked and underneath the covers. She indulged in a threesome of lesbian lovemaking.
The last thing she had done was do a segment on Mr. Darke. She called him an upstanding citizen... so upstanding in fact that she was leaving her career as a reporter to become his new Public Affairs Officer. She assured everyone that she would be defending his good name.
After making her final goodbyes, she headed towards the exit, and it was then that she heard a young woman call out her name from the waiting area. As she entered the room, she noted the woman was very, very beautiful. There was something about her sparkling blue eyes that nearly hypnotized her.
"How can I help you?" she asked, smiling.
Ever since her conditioning, she'd been looking at her own gender with greater appreciation and obvious desire. Right now it was difficult not to look down at the woman's breasts.
"My name is Theresa Thorn and I'm an agent with the Office of Scientific Investigation."
"I'm pleased to meet you Miss Thorn... and again... how can I help you?" she responded.
"I'd like to ask you a few questions regarding Dominic Darke and his corporation."
"I'd love to talk to you Ms. Thorn, but I'm afraid if it pertains to Mr. Darke, I can't help you," she replied.
"I'm confused Ms. Temple, why is that?" Miss Thorn asked.
"The second after I tendered my resignation with WCNX, I became Darke Corporation's Public Relations Officer, and therefore bound by contract to discuss official matters only when I'm on duty," she replied, making sure she sounded professional.
Ms. Thorn stared back at her looking both pretty... and confused.
"However, if you're willing, I'd be more than pleased to address any of your concerns on Monday morning at 9:00 a.m."
"Well... I was hoping we could talk now, but if policy forbids it, than I will take you up on your offer. Where should we meet?" Ms. Thorn asked.
"At Darke Corporation of course... and I'll even arrange it where you can meet Mr. Darke."
"That would be great... and we'll see you then," the agent replied and turned to leave.
She couldn't help but stare at the woman's butt as she exited the room.
Then it hit her! Her eyes lit up at the proposition! Theresa would make a spectacular addition! She quickly reached into her bag for her cell phone and called Dominic.
"Hello, sweetie... You were great," Dominic answered on the first ring.
"Thank you, sir! I was hoping that I could see you," she responded, feeling incredible pleasure from Mr. Darke's compliment.
"Sure, come to my residence. I'll call Heather and have her join us. Then we'll celebrate."
"Yes sir! Thank you, sir! Uh..."
"Yes, Gina... what is it?" Dominic asked.
"Remember how I've been asking you if I could have a secretary?"
"Of course I do... but I told you, Jennifer and Maria are off limits."
"I understand that sir... I have someone else in mind," she replied, nervously.
"Oh...? Have you been doing your own recruiting?" Dominic asked.
"Of course not, sir... I... ah... a beautiful girl is investigating you and I thought..."
"Investigating me...? Who is she?" Dominic asked.
"She's from the Office of Scientific Investigation, sir."
"Hmmm... Now, what would the O.S.I. want with me? But anyway, you would like this agent to become your secretary?"
"Yes, sir! She's very sexy and I know you'll just love her!"
"We'll talk about it when you get here, dear... now, hurry up and do cum."
"Unngggghhhhhhhhh," she suddenly cried out, dropping her cell phone. She had to lean against the wall to stop herself from failing, riding the wave of an incredible orgasm.
It was just then that Sam came around the corner and saw her leaning against the wall.
"Gina, are you all right?" Sam asked her, clearly concerned with her condition.
She turned to him with a dazed goofy expression on her face.
"Gina...?"
"Sam...?" she whispered in response, trying to recover.
"God, Gina... are you alright...? What happened to you?"
"I... I came... He's always punning me like that," she replied, giggling. Then she added, "He's so sweet... and I got to go meet him. Bu-bye."
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