Hired

It wasn't false advertising.  Not really.  I did want a live-in Girl Friday to help me keep track of things.  After all, I had a lot of things to keep track of.  I owned the largest chain of beauty boutiques and spas in the state.  It was a very lucrative business, which I had built from the ground up.  A lot of people thought me eccentric.  Aside from touring my chain of stores on a fairly regular basis, I was hardly seen outside my estate.  I gave to charities and made political contributions, but I liked staying out of the spotlight.  I was still a curiosity, but my oddness, such as it was, had long since become old news, and I was largely left alone.

Despite my success, I felt more and more boxed in, and more and more alone.  And not alone in the positive "peace and seclusion" way, but in the lonely way.  It isn't easy trying to handle everything yourself, and I decided I needed some help.  I needed  a personal assistant to take care of all of my needs.  And the more I thought about it, the more convinced I became that she should take care of all of my needs.  So I placed an ad.  I may have left out the little bit about the winning candidate being my new sex slave in addition to my personal secretary, but that was really more of a bonus for her, right?

The ad got a good response, but I had already pre-determined the type of candidate i was looking for: young, attractive, single, with no strong ties to the community or close relatives.  I had investigators carefully check the background of each girl who met these requirements.  The pool of such candidates was small, and I quickly settled on a favorite.  Her name was Trixie Hobble.  She had just finished college in another state, was brand new to town, and had not yet made any close friends in the area and had no living relatives.  She had a decent job as an executive assitant with a local firm, but I was going to pay her twice as much and give her better benefits.  Sure, she'd have to move in with me, but I had a large estate and she'd have a nice section of the mansion to call her own.  She'd be moving into a nicer place with the added benefit of not having to pay rent.

All that remained was to set up an interview.  I called up Ms. Hobble and we had a lovely conversation over the phone.  She seemed very excited to have an opportunity to interview for the position.  I have to say, I was rather excited, too.  I set up the interview at an unused office attached to a property I had recently bought and intended to use as a warehouse for beauty supplies.  I told her the interview would have to be on a Friday evening, because things were busy and I just didn't have another convenient time available.  So, all the pieces were in place.  I would have her alone in a secluded location under cover of darkness.  All that remained now was to hold the interview and see if I liked her as much in person as I liked her profile.

I needn't have worried, she turned out to be a delight.  She wore a tight, low-cut pink sequined minidress with long, flared sleeves and a short hemline and a pair of silver high-heeled knee boots.  The clever girl had apparently done a little research of her own and visited one of my spas.  Her dress was a little flashier and a bit more revealing, but the baby pink and silver were spot on for one of my spa uniforms.  And she was professional, but a bit flirty with me from the beginning.  Whether she'd read the ancient, unproven rumors that I was a lesbian or whether that was just a quirk of her personality I don't know, but I liked her...perkiness.

It only took about twenty minutes for me to reach my decision.  I excused myself under the pretext of going into the next room to get some paperwork for her to sign.  What I actually did was soak a rag with chloroform from a bottle I'd left in a filing cabinet there.  When I returned I slid right next to her chair, my breast nearly brushing her cheek.  She looked up at me and smiled as I slipped my left arm around her, but her look quickly turned to one of surprised panic as I grabbed her shoulder with my left hand and then clamped the chloroform-drenched cloth over her nose and mouth with my right.  I'm not sure what was more exquisite, the look of shock in her lovely green eyes or the muffled cry of protest she made as she tried to rise up.

"Shhhh, Trixie, darling.  Relax.  You're hired," I said, a Cheshire cat grin on my face.  I easily pushed her back down into the chair.  She reached up her right hand to try and pull the rag away and tried to push herself up out of the chair again with her left, but it wasn't difficult to keep her under control.

"Just breathe, Trixie, I'm not going to hurt you," I cooed.  She actually seemed torn for a moment between wanting to resist and a desire to obey.  She looked up into my eyes, still struggling, mewling, and I could see a look that sent a little thrill up my spine.  It was surrender.  Submission.  She would continue to resist meekly for a minute more, but soon her arms dropped to her sides and the big, green eyes grew glassy and heavy, her once sharp cries now soft, almost erotic moans.  I held her head against my breast for a minute more after her eyelids fluttered shut and her struggles ceased, combing my left hand through her hair. 

I then lay her gently in the chair and picked up my phone from the desk.  A quick call set the last part of my plan in motion.  By morning her apartment would be emptied and cleaned, the key and a check for her remaining rent along with a letter to her apartment complex telling them she was moving having been deposited in their night drop.  An announcement regarding her hiring would be placed in the Sunday paper.  I was thought of as a recluse, so no one would really be expecting to see much of my live-in personal assistant.  I'd have plenty of time to train her for her new role in complete privacy and seclusion, and I'd prepared several rooms in my manor for just such a purpose.  I removed her keys from her purse and moved her car into one of the warehouses, then returned and carried her out to my Mercedes, laying her gently in the already-reclined passenger seat.  I got her comfortable and buckled her seatbelt, then placed the chloroform cloth over her face for a few moments.

I couldn't wait to get my new Girl Friday home.  I was looking forward to having her as my Girl Saturday through Thursday, too, and I had a feeling I'd just "hired" the perfect candidate.

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I did these shots with a few weeks ago, and she's probably been wondering if I was ever going to actually do anything with them.  I'm sorry there's not more there, but the whole idea was really just to try out some variations on a pose.  I had intended to maybe use one of the shots for my page, as I don't get to shoot with Trixie often and I didn't want to waste the opportunity, but there were so many I liked I decided to at least try to make a story or something out of them. 

Oh, and was nice enough to do the post work for us.  Thank you, baby!