“Come in,” I called out.
I started looking for the file on my desk with the woman’s information, finding it just as the door shut. I looked up and was surprised to see the young woman was wearing a skimpy schoolgirl-style outfit. Her skirt was short, and it came down about halfway between her waist and knees. She was wearing thigh-high black stockings that were attached to a garter belt. She wore a white button-up sweater that was opened to reveal a tight, almost see-through, white t-shirt. Beth’s long blonde hair was in pigtails. An average-sized purse hung on her shoulder, and a pair of black fuck-me-pumps made by the same designer as her purse completed her outfit.
“Uh… you must be Beth,” I said, and it came out more as a question than a statement. To say that I was surprised would be an understatement.
“Yeah, sorry I’m late,” Beth replied.
“You’re not late. Have a seat,” I told Beth, looking back down at my desk.
Instead of sitting in the chair across from my desk, she came around the desk beside me. She faced the desk, putting her hands down on it and arching her back, which caused her skirt to rise a little, exposing the bottom of her ass cheeks. I couldn’t help but look.
“Grab it. You know you want to,” Beth said quietly.
“I can’t. I’m married,” I told Beth, still staring at her sexy ass.
“I know. Your wife is the one that told me I should dress like this,” she replied, wiggling sexy her ass. “So, go ahead. Grab it.”
“Wait. Hayley sent you?” I asked.
“Yeah. she said if I let you fuck me like a whore I’d get the job,” Beth replied.
“She said that, huh?” I asked, reaching up and grabbing an ass cheek. “How old are you?”
Beth didn’t answer. I rubbed her ass softly, going up to her waist. I wasn’t very surprised to find out she wasn’t wearing panties. I brought my hand back down to the top of her stockings and slid it between her legs, slowly going up. Beth let out a soft moan as my finger lightly brushed the folds of her outer labia. A second later, I had a finger between her pussy lips. The slut was already wet. I moved my hand along the lips of her pussy gently. She let out another quiet gasp and then said, “I’m 19.”
“So, you wanna get fucked like a whore, huh?” I asked, taking my hand away from her.
“What I want is the job,” answered Beth. “And I don’t mind using my body to get it,” she continued, wiggling her ass playfully.
“What about using your body to keep the job?” I asked her.
“Is that part of the job?” Beth asked.
“It is for you,” I told her.
“You want me to be that kind of secretary, huh?” Beth asked coyly as she turned around and leaned back on my desk.
“What exactly do you expect to get out of this job?” I asked her.
“I need money to pay my bills. I need to find a new place to live. I need healthcare,” she replied.
“You want to be a secretary or a sugar-baby?” I asked her.
“What are you offering?” she asked, folding her arms across her chest.
“I’ll give you an allowance, I’ll pay your doctor’s bills, and you can stay at my house by the coast. In return, you only fuck me. When I want, where I want, how I want,” I told her.
“How much of an allowance?” She asked.
“Secretary starts at $38,000 a year, and Sugar-baby pays $52,000. Do a good job, and you’ll get a raise,” I told her.
“So, you’re going to give me a place to live, pay my bills, including doctors, and pay me $1000 a week to be you’re little whore? What is Hayley going to say about all of this?” she asked.
“First off, I said I’d pay your doctor’s bills, not all of your bills. And second, you know Hayley doesn’t care,” I told her. “So, are you interested?”
“I’m intrigued,” she replied, eyeing me thoughtfully. “You’re not into any weird shit, are you? Oh, and I don’t take it in the ass.”
I laughed. “It depends on what you call weird,” I told her. “But you don’t have to worry about that. Between Hayley and Arianna, I have all of the weird I can handle at home.”
Beth laughed too. “I bet those two keep you on your toes. Ok, well, if you just want to fuck, then yeah, I’m in. When do I start?” she asked.
“Start? You haven’t made it past the interview yet,” I said, reaching down and unbuttoning my pants.
“What do you mean? I thought we just worked out all of the details,” Beth replied.
“You don’t think I’m going to pay you that much without testing you out first, do you? How do I know that pussy hasn’t been wrecked by a mile of cock? Or that you even know how to use it?” I asked her as I started to unbutton my shirt.
Beth stood up, grabbed the hem of her skirt, and slowly pulled it up. She was about to straddle my lap. I stopped her before she got too close and before her skirt was high enough for me to get a glimpse of her pussy. “Oh no, you’re not getting off that easy. Get on your knees, whore,” I told her.
Beth froze, looking at me with a slightly shocked expression. “But I thought you wanted to test my pussy?” she asked.
“I want to test your mouth too. Now get on your fucking knees, whore,” I replied after a moment. “Don’t make me tell you again.”
Beth finally moved, first by letting her skirt fall back into place. Then, she slowly got down on her knees in front of me. The expression on her face didn’t change much. “Take off those shirts. Let me see your tits,” I told her.
Beth began to take her shirts off. “Are you going to keep talking to me like that?” she asked shyly.
I leaned forward and put a hand on her cheek, raising her head so that she was looking at me. “Are you offended?” I asked.
“A little,” she replied softly, trying to look away.
“Beth,” I said, “you’re about to fuck me for money. You’re a whore now. When we aren’t fucking, I’ll treat you with a little more respect. But you need to get it through your head now. While I’m fucking you, you’re nothing but a whore. If you can’t accept that, get up and leave.”
“You’re right. I’ll be ok,” Beth replied as she took her second shirt off.
“Good. Once your tits are out, suck my cock, whore,” I told her, leaning back in my chair.
Once her shirt was off, she crawled the rest of the way to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra as I had thought, and now her young, teenage tits were fully exposed. They were adorable, perky C-cups. I reached down and grabbed one as she got into position between my legs, giving it a couple of good squeezes. Her tit was very firm. I pinched her rock-hard nipple before putting my arms back on the armrests of my chair. Beth put one hand on my leg and used her other hand to fish out my semi-erect cock out of the fly of my boxers. “Holy shit!” she said, looking up at me in disbelief. “This thing is fucking huge!”
“You’re not a virgin, are you?” I asked her.
“Well, no… but…” she started to say.
“Too bad,” I said, cutting her off. “I would have paid you a sign-on bonus of $10,000 if you were.”
Beth’s hand was still loosely gripping my cock. “Are you serious?” she asked.