“Oh, we have to hire her,” Melissa giggled, pulling my phone closer, “She’s adorable…”On her
“Oh, we have to hire her,” Melissa giggled, pulling my phone closer, “She’s adorable…”On her overstuffed white leather couch, in her elegant new office, Melissa and I were all but holding hands, mine wrapped in hers as she and I sat together going over these…whatever you’d call them…“Job Applications.” She was wearing a fitted grey skirt of tight houndstooth and a crisp white button-down showing several inches of cleavage. She was sitting close, so very close, and her perfume had already lulled me into quiet submission…“This Bessie girl seems like a keeper,” she continued, pulling up the resume of the first girl I’d seen, the busty, long-haired, definitely-more-than-just-adorable ‘Bessie Bensen’. Melissa’s phone, her account, had the actual written applications of these girls, where all I had were the pictures they’d sent me. “She’s worked at Dairy Queen, a day-care center. Has lots of experience babysitting…” she listed, looking at Besdie’s photos once again, “that might come in very handy around here…”“Wh-what..?” I stammered. This had gone too far. This was a medical practice! What kind of experience did she think we were looking for? “How d-do you m-”“Well, I think nurturing personalities can be very useful in the office,” Melissa explained, plainly, “Especially as we look ahead a little, how things are going to be changing…”“Ch-changing?” I asked, obviously sounding confused. Alongside my irritation, I was uneasy, anxious.“I have to get my girlfriend Shanette to apply,” Melissa continued, blithely ignoring my concerns, speaking quickly, the earnest excitement in her voice obvious. She sounded so confident, and her smile this morning seemed to suggest she knew some things that I didn’t. Like she had a secret…or a whole purse-full of secrets. “You’ll love her. She’s a nurturer, too,” she said, “Here, maybe I have an old picture of her….” She swiped through her phone for a few moments, but had a picture of ‘Shanette’ seemingly at the ready:“I worked with her at Hooters. And Katie and Angie,” she explained, “so glad Angie already applied…she’s so smart. Katie I’ll call too…”I noticed a yellow envelope, legal sized, on the low table in front of us. It had my name on it, across the bottom, and some other handwriting.“Angie can work in accounts, maybe Doris’ old job, and so can Katie. Or Katie can work the front desk, maybe help organize. Shanette can.,.I dunno, we’ll find something!” Biting her lip in pause, Melissa looked at me, thinking. “Do you need a personal assistant?”A wh-what? “n-n-no..I’m, uh…”“She would take such good care of you…” she mused, biting her lip again in thought before speaking again, “but I like that being my job..!”She giggled, and had already gone back to scrolling through my DMs, stopping on the video from a girl in glasses. “Columbia, huh?” she mused, “Is that a good school? Her resume’s reeeeeally long. But these girls look good too, don’t you think? I want to hire them all!”“a-a-all..?” I answered nervously, knowing already this was out of my hands, unless I wanted to put up an argument, one I knew wouldn’t end well for me . There were, at my latest count, ten girls in my inbox. And more kept coming in.Six people had left us.“So, we need at least twelve full-time people…plus the new providers…” Melissa said, adjusting position on the couch, pulling her muscular legs up underneath herself and raising up higher. Her cleavage jiggled, invited my eyes to stay a while. She smiled, looking down at me patiently.“You saw our postings for a new PA? A Nurse Atheist…tician?” she asked, sidling up closer to me. Her natural flirtiness was in high gear this morning, for sure, and seemed motivated with a new energy. It did weird things to me, cowed me.What was in that envelope? There were papers sticking out of it.“y-yes…” I stammered, deciding to not even bother to correct her pronunciation this time, doing my best to resist her advances, “but I st-still don’t know why-““Like we said in the job posting, silly,” Melissa giggled, reaching out to brush an errant strand of hair off my forehead, “to help us make the world more beautiful!” She regarded me, then looked at my phone again. “Like all these girls. Didn’t these pictures just brighten your day?”What?? “B-brighten my duh..?” I began, trailing off, confused and feeling a little upset. I began again. “I…I need to talk to you about that,” I said, “I don’t think Randi should have told these girls to send me their pic-““But you said you wanted to be involved,” Melissa stopped me, “be part of the process this time…” Her voice had subtly changed, as if she was tolerantly acknowledging my complaints just to indulge me.That made me even more upset. “y-yes but I didn’t mean like this!” I snapped, hearing the petulance in my voice, “And how can we say we’re just hiring attractive women??”What was in that envelope? What did those papers say?“Why?” she answered calmly, now tucking a lock of hair behind my left ear, “Don’t you think pretty girls can be smart? Good at what they do?”I gulped, and realized I’d been staring at her mouth. Her teeth sparkled, her lips glistened. She had big features, large eyes, perfect cheekbones. Her makeup was done perfectly. I was having trouble answering.“Maybe they can be even better, because they are pretty?” she continued, brushing aside my concerns, “And c’mon…would it be so bad if we hire a bunch of good-looking girls?” Her right hand, done fiddling with my hair, had slid behind me. Her fingers played with the nape of my neck, idly trying to soothe me. “I think it would be good for business,” she said, “lord knows we need it.“Looking up at her, I blinked, noticing now how strong her perfume had become.“And, besides…” she went on, voice dropping close to an amused purr, “wouldn’t it be nice to be surrounded by gorgeous women? Have them all at your beck and call?” Her left hand, now, snaked around my neck, and I felt her pull me subtly towards herself.“s-s-surrounded?” I answered, barely able to do anything but repeat after her and struggle to not drop my gaze and stare directly at her chest.Melissa giggled. “Maybe you’re starting to feel that way already?” She drew a deep breath, inflating her big chest to within inches of my chin. I felt her warmth, the bewitching thrall of her perfume, and knew how easy it would be for her to pull me to her breasts. “Maybe you’re feeling a little…overwhelmed? Surrounded by girls?” At that I felt it: her large, strong hands cupped the back of my skull, gently encouraging my head downwards to stare into her full tits.”M-Melissa…I, uh,” I stammered, unable to do anything but fight all-out gaping into her cleavage. She had huge tits, huge. And they were right there, straining against the button of her blouse. “R-remember…” I managed, somehow finding my tongue and wrenching my gaze up to look at her, “I’m a…a married man…”Melissa cooed. “Ohhhhh…so brave, so good,” she clucked, “But now that Sheryl has - y’know, filed - you deserve it. You deserve to have some eye candy, to get some attention from women…” Gently, she tilted my head down again. “…don’t you think?”Wait…what had Sheryl done?“F-filed?” I stuttered, once again finding the strength to tear my gaze away from her chest, actually pull back away an inch, “Wh-what do you mean?”“oh…” Melissa answered, allowing me a little more space but keeping her hands in possession of my shoulders, “I thought you would have known.” She looked down into my face, searching my eyes with her concern. “She didn’t talk to you about it? Oh you poor thing…” Her eyes were deep with pity, but I couldn’t help but think she was fighting back a smile.”wh-what??” I blurted, now feeling even more nervous.“These papers,” she explained, releasing my right shoulder and turning me by my left towards the table, “these arrived today…”==================================Next post up at my Patreon -- source link