More than a Job: The Complete Series

MORE
THAN A JOB

(The
Complete Series)

An
erotic romance

By
Sarah Daltry

More than a Job

Copyright 2013 Sarah
Daltry

All rights reserved

SDE Press, LLC

No part of this work
may be duplicated in any form without the express written permission of the
author.

1
.

I am running late. Since I started this job, I have been on
time maybe twice. I’m kind of surprised I haven’t been fired yet, but it is
coming. I see the way that Ms. Schulman, the old divorcee who is Mr. Arnauer’s
administrative assistant, looks at me. “Whatever,” I think. Ms. Schulman is
probably jealous. I just recently finished college and have been trying to
develop a better “work life balance” as everyone calls it. The problem is that
I have a hard time saying no when my best friend and college roommate Katie
invites me clubbing. Katie may have still been able to go out every night, but
it is starting to affect me. I have to grow up.

I fight with my nylons and eventually get myself dressed.
My skirt is too short and too tight, but I don’t have time to find something
else. The blue shirt looks cute and this could mostly pass if Katie calls me to
go out again. I may even be able to take a nap if I get home early enough.

When I get into the office, though, I’m anxious when I see
Ms. Schulman talking to another young girl. She looked more professional than
me and Ms. Schulman is showing her how to transfer calls. I’m the receptionist,
so this is bad.

“Oh, Jayni. I’m glad you’re here,” Ms. Schulman said,
sounding anything but glad. “This is Alice. She will be our new receptionist. I
think she comes from the same temp agency as you.”

“But I’m sorry I’m late. It won’t happen again. Please. I
can’t afford to be fired.” I don’t like to beg, but I am not going to move back
home to Ohio.

“Who said anything about being fired?” Mr. Arnauer appears
from behind me. I am always amazed at how attractive he is. He is almost fifty,
old enough to be my father, but he is in great shape. His graying hair is
distinguished and he still has a lot of mischief in those blue eyes. His hands
are also large and look like they could do some pretty amazing things.
“Although we do need to talk about your tardiness.” He leads me to his office
and I follow, confused but happy I am not being fired.

Mr. Arnauer sits behind his large desk. He is extremely
organized. There is not even a paper out of place. He gestures to a chair in
front of the desk and invites me to sit. I realize when I sit that my skirt is
definitely too short. I am flashing my new thong to my boss and I think Mr.
Arnauer looks as I sit. I almost give him more to look at, but I am pretty sure
he is married. He doesn’t wear a ring, but I’ve confirmed several business trip
reservations and there was always a woman on the itinerary.

“Jayni, I think I may have a position that would be a good
fit for you, but I wanted to discuss it in private first.”

“Okay. Mr. Arnauer, I appreciate you even considering me.”

“Please. Call me Mike.”

“Alright, Mike.” It feels awkward to say it but I am not
going to argue. Besides, he smiles when I say his name. I like the way that his
eyes crinkle when he smiles.
What are you doing
, I think.
Are you
seriously crushing on this man who is offering you a job? Get it together!
I
listen to my inner voice and try to focus on what he is saying.

“The pay will be a bit more than you are making now. You
will no longer be working for the agency, of course, but for me directly. I
will also make sure that your rent is paid and that you have everything you
need for clothes and expenses.”

“Absolutely. That sounds great.” Shit. I should have
listened to him and not been thinking about his smile because I now have no
idea what I will be doing.

“Okay, so there is just the last thing. The interview. I
would like you to come in tonight. Maybe at eight? We will have the office to
ourselves by then.”

“I’ll be here,” I say. It seems strange to have an
interview at night, but he is a busy man. He has a company to run, after all.

“Great. So I will see you tonight. You can let yourself
out.”

I get up and go to the door when he stops me.

“Oh and Jayni? Wear that skirt tonight.”

#

“K
atie, I told you, I have an interview.” I am watching
the clock. I have twenty minutes left until I have to leave. I have been
getting more and more nervous as the night wears on. I have no real work
experience and I’m afraid this interview will not go well. Since I graduated, I
have had no luck at interviews. It is why I am working through an agency; I am
the type of employee companies like having the option of replacing. At least
Mr. Arnauer... Mike .... seems to think I would be a good fit.

“No one has interviews at 8 o’clock at night,” Katie
argues. “I promised Liam you would be there.” Liam is Katie’s boyfriend Steve’s
roommate. Katie is always trying to set me up. In college, Katie had gone
through boyfriends on a monthly basis, but I never found anyone I liked much.
Katie still teases me about being a spinster. When I mentioned adopting a cat,
Katie said I was too close to spending my life alone with a bunch of cats.

“I have to go. It sounds like a good opportunity,” I lie.
Since I do not know what the job is, it is hard to say whether or not it would
be a good opportunity.

“Fine, but call me when you get out. We will be out late
and I am sure your interview will not be more than an hour.” We agree that I
will call and meet them wherever they are by the time I finish my interview. I
have on the black skirt and choose a partially sheer black and silver shirt. It
looks fashionable but would be fine for the club. It is actually a little sexy,
but I have no intentions of having sex tonight. It has been a while since I
have, but I am already balancing too much. I do not need a serious relationship
right now.

I make it to the office at almost exactly eight o’clock. It
is dark and I wonder if Mr. Arnauer forgot. I’m about to leave when his office
door opens and light streams out into the hallway.

“Jayni, it is nice to see you. Come to the conference room.
Jay is waiting to meet you.”

Jay? I feel my palms sweating as I follow Mr. Arnauer to
the conference room. At the head of the conference table is the hottest man I
have ever seen. He has dark hair and green eyes. His olive skin is smooth and
his chest is broad and muscular. He is dressed casually for a job interview in
a tight black t-shirt and jeans. His clothes stretch around his muscles and I
am immediately focusing on the wrong things yet again. When I see that he is barefoot,
though, I am a little insulted. Maybe Mr. Arnauer does not take me very
seriously as a candidate.

Arnauer closes the door behind him and it locks. He sits in
a chair at the other end of the table. I choose a chair on the side, in the
middle.

“Well, Jayni, as I said, I need a personal assistant. One
who can help me entertain clients as I travel, but also serve my needs. I
thought perhaps we could start with Jay and I could see how you do? If it looks
like you have the potential I believe you do, you can start this weekend. I am
due in Boston for a conference for three days.”

“Of course. I am ready to discuss any of my
qualifications.” I turn to Jay and address him. “Is there something in
particular you would like to know?”

Jay grins. He looks across the table at Arnauer. “Mike, are
you sure she is up to this?”

Mike turns to me. “I think you can handle it, right?”

“Mr. Arnauer, I may not have a great deal of experience,
but-”

“Jayni, I told you to call me Mike.”

“Mike. I have not been out of college long, but I can be an
asset to your company.”

Jay approaches me. I am shocked when he runs his hands over
my shirt, touching my breasts. His hands slip into my bra and my nipples get
hard as he touches them. I am humiliated, but it is exciting. “I would say she
certainly has assets we can utilize.” He turns my chair so I am facing him, my
face flush with his crotch. He kneels in front of me and starts to unbutton my
shirt.

“What are you doing?” I ask. I want to argue; I am supposed
to be on a job interview but his hands are moving quickly and I cannot believe
how turned on I am. He has my shirt off and begins to kiss my neck. When he
bites me lightly, I let out a moan. It’s embarrassing, but his hands and tongue
are magic on my skin. He stands and picks me up, placing me on the conference
room table. My legs are pushed apart and my crotch rests against his tight
jeans. Mike is watching our every move. Jay pulls his shirt over his head. His
muscles ripple and I can’t resist touching him. He pulls me closer to him and
kisses me hard on the mouth. His tongue makes small circles around my lips and
I feel myself getting wet. His zipper looks like it is about to pop. “Yes,” I
whimper.

He has my skirt off now, and then my bra and panties. I am
lying naked in the center of the conference room table, my pussy soaking wet.
There are two incredibly sexy men in the room and I think I really need to get
this job. Right now, all I want is for Jay to touch me, to kiss me everywhere.
He moves closer and I reach for his zipper, pulling on it to reveal a cock that
is massive. When he is free from the constraining denim, I can see the vein
pulsating. I run my hand along the shaft, feeling it harden more in my hand.
Jay groans and I feel the throbbing in his member. It is intense. He steps
back, pulling his jeans off and then climbs on the table and straddles me.

“Did you want something?” He moves his hand between my legs
and slips two fingers into me. My legs tighten and I writhe against his
fingers. He is teasing me and I groan in ecstasy.

“I want you inside of me,” I beg. He is about to oblige
when I turn my head to the left to see Mike sitting in his chair, jerking off
as he watches. I feel bad for him and sit up, pulling myself along the table so
that I am next to him. My pussy is drenched but I can’t ignore the boss.

“Let me,” I offer. He smiles; I can see that he is lonely
but that is forgotten as I go down on him. He grips the back of my head and
pushes me down on his cock. Jay refuses to be left out, though, and I come
almost immediately as he enters me from behind, his giant dick filling my hole
completely. I move my mouth up and down on Mike’s shaft vigorously until he
comes. Swallowing, I look up at him. He gently kisses my forehead and I fall
onto the table face down and come several more times before Jay finally pulls
out and releases himself on my back.

“I would say you got the job,” Mike says.

I lie on the conference room table and smile, satisfied in
a way I have never been, but also confused.

“So, maybe you want to tell me what the job is again?” Mike
and Jay both laugh.

“Come in tomorrow morning. We will go over the details.”

2.

I call Katie and tell her I am too tired to go out, but
that I will call her tomorrow. She is already a little drunk anyway so she is
not too upset. I set my alarm before I go to bed. I definitely want to make
sure I make it into the office on time tomorrow. I can’t stop replaying the
evening in my head and fall asleep, smiling broadly.

In the morning, I am actually early to work. I have a feeling
I will enjoy this job. Mike is in his office; Ms. Schulman and Alice look at me
with disdain as I enter. I don’t care, though. Last night sure beat answering
phones.

“Good morning.” Mike is all business today and he is seated
behind his desk. “As I said, I have a conference this weekend, so let me go
over the specifics and then you can go.”

“Sounds good.” I feel shy and his work persona is
disconcerting. I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.

“Basically, I need to travel a lot. I meet with clients and
they have various needs. I also travel alone and my life gets dull. I have a
ridiculous amount of money, but I do not like the idea of hiring escorts. What
I need is a personal assistant. You will travel with me. I will make sure you
have any clothes or necessities for our travels and all your expenses will be
taken care of. When I return from conferences, you will go to dinner with me,
or do some sightseeing. And we will share a room and we will be intimate.”

“So I am going to be your call girl?” I can’t say I am even
that bothered by it, because Mike is sexy and I don’t want a relationship. I
can kind of understand the simplicity of a relationship based on sex and mutual
goals.

“Please don’t view it that way. You never have to do
anything you don’t want to. I am not into any kind of violence and I will not
hurt you. You will be treated like my lover or girlfriend, but it is a business
partnership. It is important that we never cross the line beyond that. You seem
like an independent woman. I will handle many of your materialistic needs and I
think we saw last night that we can satisfy one another.” He smiles. It is
flirty and sweet. I should be offended by this proposal. Maybe it is demeaning,
but really, I get to travel and fuck a gorgeous man. And he pays my bills. With
no strings attached. I am actually pretty excited about the job.

“So what’s the fine print? Are you married? There must be a
catch.”

His eyes darken. “I’m not married. But that is the last
time we will discuss my personal life. There are no attachments on my end. I
hope you can say the same.”

“I don’t even have a pet,” I say.

“Good. I suppose that the catch would be that I would ask
that you be open to entertaining my clients as well.”

“So I will fuck your business partners?”

“Again, I ask that you are open to it, but you will not
have to if you prefer not to do so. If a client is rude or demands something
you do not feel comfortable doing, I will tell him no.”

“Is Jay a client?” I think of how it felt having him inside
me last night. I would certainly not mind entertaining him.

Mike laughs. “Yes. And I get the feeling that you will be
happy to entertain him. He is only here a few times a year, though, sadly.” He
smirks at me and I blush. Mike knows very well how much I enjoyed Jay’s
company. I am wet just thinking about it.

“It doesn’t bother you if I spend the night with another
man?” I ask.

“I have run this company since I was young and it is
important to me. It is the closest thing I have to a family and I maintain my
business relationships by providing something other companies do not.”

“Me,” I answer.

“It is not unheard of for men on business trips or at
conventions to hire women. I provide them something better, because I have
tested you and I know that you have the requisite skills. Some men also like
feeling that they have wooed a woman, rather than paid her.”

“They won’t pay you for my company?”

“No. You will play to their needs. If they flirt, you will
be receptive. You will make them think that you would have slept with them
regardless of your partnership with me. No one but you and I know of this
arrangement. Well, and Jay. Someone had to try you out.”

“Why didn’t you?” I ask. “I would have liked that.”

“Because I am not the only man you will be with. Besides,
we will have more than enough time to get to know one another intimately.”

#

M
ike calls me and tells me to go shopping for our trip to
Boston. I realize how much fun it is to buy clothes on someone else’s credit
card. This is what being rich must feel like. I also buy a set of luggage,
because I don’t think my normal method of shoving things into various bags will
impress anyone at this conference. Our car comes to pick us up at noon on
Friday. We will be staying in the city until Monday.

The chauffeur helps me with my luggage and opens my door
for me. I am first on the schedule so I stretch out. I am tempted to open the
champagne, but this all still feels a little unreal. I am afraid I will wake up
and find out that I am still the receptionist and that I am late for work.

We pick Mike up at the office. Part of me is disappointed
that I won’t get to see his apartment, but he is very closed off about his
personal life. I remind myself that I am not in this for a relationship and
girlfriends go to apartments. On the plus side, it means I do not have to clean
up after him in my own apartment.

He looks handsome as always. We have a two-hour drive to
Boston, but I realize I have no idea what to talk about. He has a stack of
papers and I expect he will just read through them, but he puts them down and
moves closer to me.

“Do you want some champagne?”

“You read my mind,” I laugh.

After he pours our glasses, he loosens his tie. He looks a
little tired. I feel a little pity. I wonder why he never married, why he is
looking for someone like me.

He kisses me. It is soft. There is none of the passion that
there was with Jay, but I like it. I feel comfortable with him. He takes my
champagne glass, puts it in the holder, and runs his hands through my hair. I
link my hands behind his neck and we lie back on the car seat. His kisses
become more insistent, hungrier. I feel him harden and I run my hand over the
bulge in his pants. He moves atop of me and it is desperate. We are pulling at
clothes and it is all hands and kisses. I have never even been in a limo, never
mind had sex in one. It is awkward at first because we can’t undress
completely, but he lifts my skirt up around my waist. I am glad I decided to
forego the nylons in lieu of a longer skirt. He slips inside me and we get into
a steady pattern of thrusting. I close my eyes and focus on how it feels to
have his dick slipping in and out of my cunt.

His eyes meet mine and he moans, a sound of passion and
pain. I kiss him and respond to him by wrapping my legs around his waist, giving
him room to plunge deeper. Between the rhythm of the car and the steady
movement of our bodies, we fall into an ebb and flow of pleasure. He is buried
deep inside of me and his steady pushing drives me wild. My orgasm is a full
body one; little shivers run through my arms and legs and my toes curl. When he
finishes, we just lie there, clinging to one another.

“Thank you,” he says, as if there is anything to thank me
for. He is paying me, but I sense that now is not a good time to mention that.
Besides, I am enjoying myself. It does not feel like work when he touches me.

I hold him and kiss his hair, running my hands absently up
and down his back. He is hard again quickly. This time, though, he goes down on
me first. His tongue flicks over my clit and I arch my back, desperate for
more. When he sinks his tongue into me, I yell and I worry what the driver must
think. I claw at his back and beg him to stop before I explode. The mischief in
his eyes has returned when he looks at me.

“You want me to stop?” He asks. His cock is poking out of
his pants and I go for it, swallowing it whole. His thrusts meet me as I move
my head. His hands pull on my hair and I thank God for my lack of a gag reflex.
My body is so hot. I cannot fight the desire to be taken over completely. He
sticks two fingers inside of me and uses his thumb on my clit. I am shaking and
the seat beneath us is wet with my juices and our sweat. I swallow when he
comes again and we rest. His fingers lazily tease the lips of my pussy while I
catch my breath. He doesn’t let up and I like that he gives me this much
attention.

I reach for my champagne. I have never had sex like this.
The last few days have been a blur. I imagine I will never be late for work
again with this kind of job. He is breathing heavy and his face is flushed, but
he looks happy. I hand him his champagne, which he drinks quickly and then his
fingers are at work again. He tickles the walls of my vagina with his
forefingers and I almost come right there. My glass falls from my hand and I lean
back against the seat.

“Are you satisfied?” he asks.

“Mmm,” I moan. I imagine we are done and we will spend the
remainder of the drive in this pleasant lull, his fingers keeping me at the
edge, but without the need we experienced earlier. So I am surprised when he
moves closer and turns me over, pushing me down onto the seat. This time, he
removes my skirt and panties completely. My naked ass is exposed and he rubs
it. I gasp when he smacks it, but it just gets me wetter. He pushes my legs
apart and waits between them. I feel him moving in between my legs, getting
himself ready to go one more time. His penis grows against my leg and he is
soon teasing me with it, slipping only a bit in and waiting for me to beg. In
it goes and then back out until I am pushing my ass toward him. I can’t see him
but I imagine he is grinning.

He slips the head in again and then pulls it out quickly.
“No,” I plead.

He leans over and nibbles my earlobe. “What was that?”

“Stop teasing me.”

He licks my neck and cups my breasts. “Was I? I was not
aware that I was.” In and out it goes again and I am dying. I need him and I
need to be ravaged.

“Stop.”

“I think, Miss Niven, that we need to review your job
duties. I am pretty sure it your job to please me. I don’t recall saying
anything about pleasing you.”

In and out and in and out. My nipples are hard and I am in
agony. I can feel the pulsing of my cunt. “You swore you would not hurt me.”

He laughs, a full-blown guffaw. “Well, of course. I had no
idea I was hurting you. What can I do to make it better? This?” He slips in
fully and I bite down on the leather of the car seat. I try to hold him in
place with my body.

“Yes,” I say into the seat.

“Are you sure?” He pulls out again. I don’t know how he is
doing it. I am a wreck, but he is maintaining his erection and having a hell of
time playing with me.

“No,” I moan.

“So that was not what you wanted?”

“Please. Please fuck me. Fuck me so hard I scream.”

“Well then. I wish you had just said so in the first
place.” And he is in and he does. He fucks me like our lives depend on it,
pounding me so my head hits the side of the car and it is the greatest moment
of my life. I tighten around him and every thrust makes me shudder. I am
screaming with joy and have completely forgotten where I am. Mike is yelling my
name and smacking my ass with each thrust.

“Oh Mike. Oh God. Your cock is the best thing that has ever
happened to me.”

We come together and he collapses on top of me.

“Jayni, I think you deserve a raise.”