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Turn back to face the young woman standing next to her at the bar, Donna couldn't help shaking her head. Melinda was certainly perfect for the position, or "positions" she considered, half expecting to find Melinda on her back at some point in the evening. Star struck for one thing, and obviously more than willing to do whatever was expected or required of her to ensure that she remained in good standing for whatever future work or opportunities came around.

"Yes, it will be interesting and exciting working here tonight," Donna confided in her, just then watching several guests as they began to arrive. "Well, that's my cue!" Donna said grabbing a tray of Champagne, "time to start working!" she added, and then headed over towards the door as Sylvia stood nearby watching her with a head nod of approval.

As Donna had expected, it took some time for the party to really get going, but once it had, it seemed to go from one extreme to the other rather quickly. As she had being doing for the better part of an hour now in serving drinks, she'd overheard bits and pieces of conversations, mostly of the flirtatious kinds, which had in some cases verged on the edge of being vulgar and obscene, all of which she'd either ignored as though having not heard it, or in the few rare instances where comments had actually come her way directly, had received all of those with a flirtatious smile, or laugh back at as though enjoying the attention rather than finding much of it too lewd to even want to repeat in mixed company.

And she was again reminded of just how far she was herself willing to go for a story, even one as potentially big in magnitude as this one could turn out to be. It would be an even later night for her than just the length of the party. Once she had arrived home, she knew she would spend several hours writing down her notes, attempting to recall as much as she had seen or could remember, along with names in the event at some point, some might be called in as eventual witnesses.

Donna had twice felt a hand rubbing her ass as she stood holding a tray of drinks, each time she had stood there allowing the violation, accepting it, gritting her teeth, and nearly just as often, finding Sylvia as she also mingled about keeping an eye on the girls as well as the party, giving her a knowing nod of approval as Donna stood letting who's ever hand that it was, continue to fondly caress her ass. She hoped that that was as bad as it would get, or all that she'd be forced herself to endure, though she'd seen one of the other girls, Susan as she remembered her being called, and not one of the new hires, having her breasts openly fondled as she'd leaned over offering some fresh made crab cakes to a couple of men who were seated together on the couch.

"I'd rather be served one of these beauties," he'd told her, reaching up, grasping one of her breasts even though it was through her blouse as he did so, and then fondling it as she continued leaning over him allowing it.

"Yeah, I wouldn't mind nibbling on one of those now myself," the other guy stated agreeing with his friend, only then reaching up to likewise begin handling her other tit. "So...what would it take?" he asked, "for you to let me have a little bite or two of this one anyway?"

Donna watched the woman giggle, then lean over even more so than she had been as she whispered something into his ear, seeing the smile on his face widen as he listened, shortly after that reaching into his coat pocket for his wallet.

"I think we can certainly handle that, he told her, then slipped her a bill which Donna couldn't see clearly, though it must have been more than enough, as she nonchalantly undid the buttons of her blouse, then pulling upwards on her bra, freeing them and allowing each of the men to openly sit there sucking on her tits as she stood there kneeling over them.

Donna had been distracted just enough that she hadn't heard or even sensed Sylvia's approach, her voice startling her, causing her to jump slightly when she heard it.

"Susan certainly appears to be having a good time doesn't she?" Sylvia had stated startling her from behind, though Donna quickly recovered in response.

"Yes, it appears so," she said finally prying her eyes away.

"Just remember Linda, we neither condone, nor judge what any of the girls do here of their own free will, just as long as they perform the tasks we've asked them to do, anything other than that, and outside of that is their business. So if you, or any of the other girls are invited to participate to one degree or another, that's perfectly acceptable, as long as it's also acceptable and agreeable with you."

"Yes mam," Donna answered letting Sylvia know that she wasn't being judgmental, or finding Susan's actions to be anything out of the ordinary, especially for a party such as this one was turning out to be.

"Good, and what I really wanted to tell you, was that it's time for a new rotation again. For starters, I understand someone has spilled some champagne up in one of the bedrooms, there's a mop and a bucket in the service closet next to the bathroom upstairs, if you wouldn't mind seeing to that, it would be greatly appreciated. Also, there's been a request to get some fresh towels as well, I guess one of the women who happens to be upstairs can get quite messy when she climaxes as I understand it, so they've asked if we'd get some for her before she does, think you can handle doing that?" Sylvia asked, "Or should I find someone else?"

"Oh, no...I can do it, no problem," Donna assured her, though she agreed to it with more than a little reservation in having done so. "It really is turning out to be quite a wild little party though isn't it?" she said now trying to act as though she was curiously excited by all of this.

"Yes, yes it is, and the nights still young yet," Sylvia added winking at her, then walking off over towards where Susan still stood having her tits sucked.

"Fuck!" Donna allowed herself to say just under her breath. She had no idea of what to expect when she went to mop up the spilled booze let alone grab some towels just so some woman could squirt on those instead of a pair of expensive sheets on the bed. But even she had to admit to this story getting off to an interesting start, and this as she realized, was only the beginning, not to even mention the party! She'd barely scratched the surface to what she knew was an even more decadent, clandestine aspect of all this according to Pete's friend. This was perhaps the way in to that, but Donna had a long way to go, obviously a lot more to have to put up with before even getting there, and once she was there, if she ever somehow found a way to manage that, then what?"

Steeling herself, she quickly headed upstairs, there was time for all that to think about later, right now, she had another distasteful job she had to do.

Donna found the service closet easily enough, but when she looked inside, she found no bucket or mop to speak of. Wondering if someone else had gotten to it before she had, she quickly crossed the hall to the linen closet, finding it just as quickly, and retrieved several large bath towels from it. By the laughter and noise coming from one of the nearby bedrooms, she had a fairly good idea which room she was expected to deliver them to, even though that wasn't with any real certainty. She could end up walking into just about anything at this point, and did.

To her surprise, Melinda was already mopping up the floor when she came in, which was the first of many surprises when she did. The first thing she noticed was a pair of women lying on the bed stark naked with an equally stark naked man lying on the bed busily going down on one of them, while the other woman was fondling that woman's breasts, watching as he did so. Melinda was busily mopping the floor, though Donna noticed as she did so, that she stood doing so topless, her breasts free-swinging back and forth as she mopped.

"Careful Linda, there's glass everywhere!" she cautioned. "I think we're going to need to get a broom too so we can sweep up the rest of this glass!

Hearing Melinda speak to Donna, the guy on the bed looked up, his face literally glistening with pussy juice. "Hey! You know the rules, only bare tits in the room!" he demanded somewhat drunkenly.

Donna looked over towards Melinda who just shrugged her head smiling sheepishly. "Yeah, that's why I am," she again grinned looking back at her, still chasing glass with her mop.

"I'll get the broom," Donna replied, then left the room back to the service closet. "Can I do this?" she asked herself, realizing if she didn't, that it might somehow get back to Sylvia, especially if the nut-case in the bedroom was someone actually important, which by the look of things, he must have been to so casually be using one of Greg's bedrooms in order to be having some fun with two other of his important guests.

At this stage in the game it was way too early to be thinking about backing out now. Grabbing the broom and a dust pan, Donna made her way back into the room, catching a momentary look of annoyance until she stood the broom off to one side and immediately began undoing her blouse, moments later removing her bra as well until she too stood there topless, helping Melinda finish cleaning up the mess they'd all caused.

"Oh yeah, much better, nice looking tits too!" He said looking up at her.

"Hey! You gonna eat me or sit there looking at her tits?" the woman beneath him demanded. "You can't do both you know, not if you want to see me squirt anyway!"

At least with the two of them working together they could hurry up and clean up the mess and get out of there, preferably before anyone started squirting, male or female the way Donna saw it, even if she had to do so with her own boobs doing gyrations as she worked.

Finally, the two of them had finished cleaning up the mess, sweeping up as much of the glass as they could find, and hurriedly left the room. The only good thing that came out of it, was seeing Sylvia along with one of Greg's business partners and another of the new girls walking down the hall as they came out. Even that caused Sylvia's eyebrows to rise curiously, seeing "Linda's" bare breasts as she and Melinda emerged from the room.

"Problems?" she asked stopping briefly as well as peeking inside.

"Not unless you don't mind taking your clothes off before going in there," Donna told her, "it's sort of a rule..."

"Oh, I see..." Sylvia said stepping back out, though not before she'd got a good look at the threesome still fooling around on the bed together.

"But at least one mess has been cleaned up anyway," Donna said grinning, eluding to another one that was about to occur at any moment.

"Well, you and Melinda have done more than your fair share for a while, feel free to party a little if you wish, have a few drinks, some fun, relax for the next hour or so. I'll come find you when it's time to give someone else a break," she added. In the meantime, I'll be down the hall here having a little fun myself, if you need me for anything, you'll know where I'll be."

Donna hoped desperately that wouldn't be the case. For some strange reason, she had a feeling that if she were to walk into a situation where Sylvia was involved, she might be asked to participate with her herself, which is something she honestly felt would be the one true deal breaker for her, story or no story.

"Thank you," she said instead, "I really could use a drink right about now," and then turned walking down the hall in the opposite direction back towards the main room, still topless, and intending to remain so until she'd at least gotten around the corner at the top of the stairs before putting her bra and blouse back on again. She just hoped that not too many people would see her before she did so, though remaining so as she walked away from Sylvia had at least scored some points with her, she hoped anyway.

By now however, most everyone there could have cared less about her being topless, most if not every other woman in the place already was herself, if not more so. More than one couple actually engaged in some form of sex act while others gathered around to watch, egging and urging them on.

Donna looked over and saw one of the other new girls, Sam, which was short for Samantha as she'd been introduced to her earlier on, was currently giving an older gentleman a blowjob as he sat on the couch next to his wife, who was herself at the moment getting herself licked by the only other male who had shown up a short time after she had, and who'd taken over the bar-tending duties for Melinda after that.

And though she had managed to dodge several bullets so far during the evening, she was wondering when her luck might run out, and she was forced into a too compromising position herself, where she'd have to come to a hard decision and end up walking away from the only way in that she had.

It was only moments later when she ran headlong into that, and in a way she had never quite expected to do.

Donna had given up smoking several years back, no one seemed to be worried about serving drinks or doing much of anything else except for fucking or sucking it seemed, so the only thing she could think of to do was grab a drink for herself, and then head outside to the veranda and pretend to get some air, though even that might look suspicious, so she cornered Darlene asking her for a cigarette as she'd seen her outside smoking one earlier.

"Bum a smoke from you?" she asked. Darlene was mostly naked, even the fishnets she'd been wearing earlier had been torn away from her in places, specifically around the crotch area. "Sure sweetie, help yourself," she said a bit drunkenly, pointing at her pack, which was lying on the table. "Having fun?"

After seeing the craziness going on down below her, Donna had decided against putting her blouse and bra back on, which at this point in the party would have looked almost as suspicious to everyone going in the opposite direction, as Donna had again noticed and realized, every woman there, including the working staff was at least topless by now.

"Oh yeah, just came from a fun little party up in one of the bedrooms," she said fishing out a smoke, and then two from Darlene's pack. "Damn fucking exhausted from it too!" she added smiling.

Darlene laughed, "Yeah, know what you mean, damn interesting work though isn't it? She mused, and damn good fucking money too!" she added.

"Sure is," Donna agreed, and then turned to head out onto the balcony nearly running over Greg Somerset when she did.

"Whoa there sport!" Greg exclaimed as Donna all but ran into him nearly spilling her drink on him in the process, but spilling enough of it on herself that she'd managed to douse one of her breasts with most of the champagne she'd carried outside with her. "Here, let me get that," he told her before she could even say or do anything, watching as Greg leaned over licking her soaked breast off with his tongue. "Normally I'd say that was a waste of some damn fine champagne, only in this case...it wasn't!"

Donna actually felt herself blush, bad enough feeling her nipple harden of its own accord as he licked it, though whether some of that had to do with the colder night air, she couldn't really say, but the fact he now stood there devouring her with his eyes, one hand still holding her breast didn't make things any easier either.

"I'm sorry," she said again, finally stepping off to one side, forcing Greg to reluctantly let go of her tit. "Was just coming outside for a smoke."

Greg noticed she was holding two in her hand. "Care if I join you?" he asked, holding his fingers out in a "V" asking her for one of them, which she quickly gave him, only then realizing she had nothing to light it with.

He laughed, fishing a lighter from out of his pants pocket though he fumbled with it for a moment in doing so. "Isn't this where you say something along the lines of, is that a lighter in your pocket? Or are you just glad to see me?" he laughed once again at his own joke.

"Both, I'd have to say," answering him. "By the smile on your face anyway, and the lighter I really do hope you have since I obviously don't have one, though I guess I could try rubbing my tits together like the boy scouts do, and see if I can light it that way!"

Greg laughed at her joke, smiling that beautiful smile of his which hadn't really done justice to him in the photo's she'd seen, though he once again stood there looking at her exposed breasts until she reminded him about the lighter, drawing his attention away from her and back to the unlit cigarettes each held.

Donna found it an odd sensation to be standing there with her breasts fully exposed carrying on a conversation with him, and feeling so comfortable while she did, had it not been for his occasional looks down at her breasts, she wouldn't have thought anything otherwise as they stood sharing a smoke together. One comment he made initially alarmed her though he soon soothed her fears regarding it.

"You're different than most of the other girls your agency usually provides for these functions," he'd said. "There's something different about you, something special, I can sense it."

Donna felt her mouth go dry with concerned worry and fear, but then he smiled, telling her that she was obviously intelligent, and wondered if she'd consider coming to work for him. Not knowing quite what to think about that, she told Greg she'd think about it, and let him know.

They finished their smokes just as one of Greg's guests came outside looking for him, apparently there was quite a party going on upstairs in one of the bedrooms, and he was being asked for.

"Want to come up?" he asked Donna hopefully. Once again she was nearly paralyzed with indecision and fear by way of an answer, or commitment, and perhaps by the look on her face, he didn't press it with her. "I understand this is all pretty new to you," he said seeing her look. "But think about what I asked you," he finished, and then followed his friend back inside and upstairs to the room.

Donna managed to keep herself busy and otherwise indisposed for the remainder of the night, returning home at nearly four in the morning where she collapsed into bed, exhausted, apprehensive, but surprisingly exhilarated by everything she had witnessed and seen. For the first time in a very long time, she found herself having to masturbate in order to relieve some of the tension and stress, only afterwards being able to sleep and doing so until late in the afternoon when the phone rang waking her up.

She grabbed for the phone still half asleep, expecting it to be Jerry who was calling her, though she'd told him she'd call him when she could. Perhaps he couldn't wait anymore she surmised when she answered.

"Hello?"

"Linda?" Still sleepy, she nearly said whoever was calling had the wrong number, and then the all too familiar voice registered waking her up fully.

"Sylvia?"

"Good morning," she began, and then added, "I'm sorry, did I wake you?" Knowing full well that she most likely had.

"Oh no, I was up," Donna lied to her, trying to sound far more alert than she really was.

"Good, just wanted to see how you were doing and feeling this morning, I wanted to get your thoughts and reactions to the 'function' last night," she called it, "while it's all still fresh in your mind. Can you come in so we can meet for a while this afternoon?" She asked not really waiting for an answer. "And...I have another proposal for you that we need to discuss as well."

Donna got herself together, dressed and soon after left for her appointment, curious about what Sylvia wanted to go over with her for one thing, trying to recall anything she might have said or done while at the 'function' that might have caused there to be any suspicion. She couldn't think of any, and quickly rang Jerry giving him the Readers Digest version as she drove.

"Call me back the moment you know anything more," he demanded from her, "and I want to hear ALL the juicy details from the party when you do to!" he'd added.

She laughed at that, "good old Jerry," he might have been a friend and co-worker, but he was like just about every other guy she'd ever known too, always horny and always wanting to talk about sex, except this time, she had quite a story to share with him.

Donna had once again been seated across from Sylvia's desk though she hadn't as yet entered the room. She waited nervously, wondering what it was Sylvia wanted to discuss with her, not to mention the proposal she had for her either. Perhaps this would be the opportunity she'd been waiting for, a chance to really get inside the organization. As she sat, she recalled part of her conversation with Jerry, even then wondering how on earth she'd ever finally get accepted, her shyness though she tried as hard as she could to blend in at the party, might keep her from getting into the more decadent aspects of what was really going on, and thus keep her from ever exposing what was really going on with the agency, or the girls they using to satisfy the decadent wishes of their clientele.

"I don't know if I'll be able to do this," she'd admitted to Jerry. "It's definitely a well concealed trap either way. You're told right up front that it's by your choice and your choice alone if you decide to participate in some of the things going on. Sylvia made that very clear, adding that the moment we feel uncomfortable with anything, that they'll pull us out immediately and ensure we don't have to do or see anything that we're not completely and totally comfortable with. But doing that also means we certainly won't be invited back again to anything like that either. It's a neat trap, they make the claim that they're backing their employee's one hundred percent on the one hand, yet on the other making it known if this isn't your cup of tea, that you won't be considered for any other positions at that level of the business either."

"Well, just be careful Donna," Jerry urged. "No story, no matter how big it might end up being is worth jeopardizing your safety either," he'd reminded.

Donna was sitting there thinking about that very fact just as Sylvia entered the room joining her.

"Well good afternoon Linda, I'm glad you could make it in. As I mentioned, I wanted to get your thoughts on the party last night," she said using the word for what it had really been. "Did anything bother or trouble you about it?" she asked. Though continuing on before Donna could respond as yet. "I know that sometimes, some of those functions can get pretty wild, and the last thing we want to do is have any of our employee's feeling uncomfortable while attending one of those." Sylvia paused, now waiting patiently for a response. She'd be almost constantly drumming into her how the Agency wanted to protect and shield their staff, it had become almost a mantra the way she kept impressing those thoughts upon her, seeking continuous assurances from her that she was still fine with everything.

"No, nothing bothered me," Donna told her easily. "Yes, it was a bit wilder than what I was expecting perhaps, but nothing I wasn't prepared for," she added with a reassuring smile.

Sylvia nodded her head appreciatively in hearing that. "You did outstanding work while you were there," she added, "And especially in having to deal with some of the lecherous old men that were there," she said, totally ignoring the fact that there were just as many lecherous women there as men, and even worse in some ways as Donna recalled. "I've already spoken with two of the new girls who were there, both of which have expressed they're not interested in doing anything like that again, which we perfectly understand of course, and will ensure that they're given other less complicated and stressful assignments. So, having said that, what are your thoughts?" She asked pointedly.

"Well, it was certainly interesting, but nothing I didn't feel I couldn't handle," she told the woman. "I've never been one to judge someone else's pleasures either," she added. "So I really didn't see or do anything that I felt was uncomfortable or unacceptable to me either."

Sylvia smiled upon hearing that. "Very good," she said standing up coming around her desk. "I also wanted to pass along to you that Greg took a personal interest in you as well."

"Oh really?" Donna said feigning surprise. "I barely even spoke with him," she added.

"Well, enough that he indicated to me that he'd like to bring you aboard as part of his personal staff," Sylvia told her. "Of course initially it would be a temporary assignment until everyone was confident and in agreement that you were the right person to fill that position. So in the beginning, you'd still be under contract with us. You might be working with Greg, and for Greg, but he couldn't fire you directly if things didn't work out. That's where we come in as a go between for you, so you'd still be working for us, and we'd see to it that if anything came up or caused you any concerns, we could immediately pull you out and find something else for you to do. Our employee's welfare is one of our primary obligations and concerns."

Once again Donna thought how it also made it virtually impossible for Greg's firm, or any other of OB & D's clients to be responsible or accountable for anything that might go on either, all the liability protected as long as the "employee" was willing to accept the situation, and the moment they weren't, all they had to do was say so and they'd be reassigned, thus protecting them from any sort of uncomfortable or unacceptable environment.

"Now, before we officially offer you the position, there are a few additional details we need to discuss, then if you're still interested, we'll proceed."

Donna sat listening as Sylvia explained everything to her. Greg had decided to hire on a second "personal assistant", someone who wouldn't exactly function as a secretary, as he had already had several, this was his "Girl Friday" as Sylvia called it, someone who was willing to be at his beck and call, run odd errands, be there to assist him in whatever capacity he needed or required, even if a goodly part of her day was just sitting next to the phone in the event he needed her to perform some immediate task. It would also include helping him with more intimate dinner parties where OB & D's services weren't actually required, or when going off on business meetings, to go along with him as his assistant and continue to function there again in whatever capacity might be needed or required. The pay was exceptional for doing this, for being on call virtually twenty-four hours a day, unlike a typical secretarial position, and now knowing all that, was she indeed still interested?

"Oh one more thing you do need to be aware of," Sylvia managed to slip in just before Donna had excitedly agreed. "And this is where we need to advise you in the strictest of confidentiality here, and once again stress that if at any time you are unable to continue working with and for Greg, that you are to immediately inform us of such so that we can transfer you from that position into something better suited for you," she added.

"Ok," Donna said waiting.

"You got a taste or an idea of some of the clients, business associates and even friends that Greg knows. Some of which have shall we say, some quirky or interesting tastes. There may come times when Greg is entertaining some of these people, and you may be subjected to witness or see some of the things they often do in the privacy of those gatherings, you may be called on to perform a few chores, help out if you're asked to do so, as long as you're comfortable doing it," she once again stressed for the tenth time. "But there are serious consequences to ever divulging any of this to anyone outside of the business, or with us, though we're certainly always here for you should you have any questions or concerns. Do we understand one another?" she asked letting Donna know in saying so that there could be serious repercussions if she wasn't, or didn't.

"Yes, I understand perfectly, and it's nice to know that if I ever find myself in an unacceptable position, that I can come to you and be reassigned elsewhere if I find I can't handle it. But I'm fairly open-minded for one thing, and confident of my own judgment, so I don't really see that there will be any problems, or anything I can't personally deal with either."

"We'll see," Sylvia said leaving it. "But I'm satisfied, for now anyway, so I'll go ahead and draw up the paperwork. You'll be starting work for him first thing in the morning then."

Having been given the address where she was supposed to go, along with her own personal access code to the Executive parking level, elevator and Executive entry, Donna left with a sheaf of additional papers to read over and fill out, along with a list of appropriate attire she would sometimes be expected to wear for one reason or another, most of which she already had, though there was enough of a subtle hint included that Greg liked his personal assistants to dress "attractively" and not so business like as many of the others might normally do.

"In other words, show a little cleavage," Sylvia grinned suggestively, showing Donna as she did so a little of her own as she bent over from behind, undoing one additional button on Donna's blouse by way of emphasis. "He's quite a tit man you know," Sylvia told her, so get used to leaving one more button undone than you might normally allow," she'd said now walking around back in front of her taking a look. "Yes, much better, especially with as full of breasts as you have, no wonder Greg wanted you to come and work for him," she'd added. "If I could afford to pay you what he will be, I might have even offered you the very same position here too."

Donna smiled as though the thought of that was tempting to her. "Well, unfortunately the money IS better," she responded, "But...if for some reason I don't like working there, maybe we can discuss this again," Donna said standing in hopes that the meeting was now over.

"Perhaps," Sylvia smiled back cautiously. "But, I will of course be involved with you and Greg from time to time, he is one of my own personal accounts that I like to closely monitor, so it's not like we won't be working closely together anyway," she added letting Donna know as she did so, that she would certainly continue to keep a close eye on her.

"Well, I'm in!" she told Jerry, "At least for now anyway. I've already been faxed over an agenda of some of the upcoming parties and events I'll be personally assisting with, the first of which is this very Saturday at Greg's estate. This may be the break we've been waiting for Jerry," she said enthusiastically. "The only question is, can I pull it off long enough until I have enough to expose and uncover everyone else who's involved? I do think that getting this job with Greg as his assistant is the key, as he seems to be high up on the list, and might thus lead me into who else might be as well."

"You're still going to be flying without a net," Jerry said concernedly. "Sure it's not time to bring Dan into this?"

"No, not yet. Not until we've got something concrete to work with, something to give him, to show him. Not until then," she demanded, getting Jerry's word he wouldn't say anything until they really did have something to go on. "And besides, you'll be there for me," she added "You're the one person I know I can truly count on if I need to."

"And you know I always will be too!" He assured her, feeling somewhat better. "Though I still wish you'd let me fit you with a wire or some sort of recording device anyway," he added, "for your own protection!"

"Well considering the fact that I'll be showing off a lot more of my boobs than I'd really care to, and that I also know they'll be looked at a lot more often that I might like, I seriously doubt it would be a very safe thing to be doing in the event someone were to discover that my under wire bra really wasn't one now do you?"

Jerry laughed at that, commenting. "Well it still sucks on this end, the one time I could sit there and stare at your boobs and get away with it, but since I'm not on that end of things to be doing so..."

Now Donna laughed, "More fun when you're trying to do it and get away without me catching you at it anyway," she told him. "A hell of a lot different than putting them on display to be looked at, and knowing you really don't have any say in the matter. Sort of takes all the fun and excitement of flirting wouldn't you say?"

"What, now you tell me you've been flirting with me all this time and I didn't know it?"

"Well, now you do," Donna said hanging up the phone.

Donna had an appointment first thing in the morning with Greg in his private office, which as she soon learned, was entirely different than his Executive office one floor below were all the other staff was housed and worked.

She'd worn a tight red dress which was fairly low cut in front, wanting to make a good first impression, which by the look on his face when she came into his office, she had.

"Perfect!" he said grinning down at her. "You look beautiful!" he added with a boyish smile on his face.

"Thank you," she smiled back appropriately, accepting the compliment along with the continued look at her chest as he sat there.

"You got the itinerary I sent over for the weekend?" He asked.

"Yes, I did," she said removing it from the portfolio she now carried. "Though I've got several questions regarding it," she added taking it out.

"Figured you would, which is why we need to go over them," he said offering her a coffee, or even something stiffer if she preferred it.

"Coffee's fine, thanks," she said accepting a cup. "Now, you've indicated the approximate time of your guest's arrival, as well as the number, but you made no mention of them as to who they are, or what you'll be needing me to do."

Greg smiled at that. "Primarily for reasons of confidentiality and security," he told her. "One of my guests, who'll you'll of course meet and be introduced to there, is a major CEO of another company we're thinking about doing some business with, he and his wife will be in attendance, along with two other friends of mine. In addition, I've also invited Sylvia to be there as well, for reasons you'll discover while there."

Donna wasn't too excited to hear that, which meant she'd have to be doubly on guard while she was, but she grinned looking pleased at the prospect.

One of the things about doing business," he began, "Is getting to know the people you're about to do business with, and that includes their hobbies, their likes, or even their dislikes. That's why I make it a point of catering to some of those wishes and desires in the privacy of my own home where they can feel safe in a comfortable and relaxed setting, where what we do or discuss remains private and where I can get a much better feel or idea how a business relationship might prove beneficial for everyone involved."

"Makes sense," Donna agreed continuing to listen, though she was saddened to discover that the document she held hadn't contained the names or even the company that Greg was alluding to. She could have really used some hard evidence, but...it was still early in the game yet, she told herself.

"Now, judging by the way things were the other night at the party, is it safe to assume that you won't have a problem with any nudity?" he asked watching for her reaction.

"No, not really, why?" she asked curiously, already wondering as she asked that what might indeed be required of her if she were to be.

"Good," Greg said sitting back in his chair looking relieved. "The reason being is, eventually they all will be, especially with what is planned, now the reason I asked that, is that though you won't be involved directly in certain things, having someone around who was still dressed can cause a bit of uncertainty and mistrust. And we can't have that now can we?" he asked.

"I guess not," Donna replied seeming to go along with what he was telling her.

"And though you may only be asked to be there to get things, or freshen drinks and the like, having a bit of additional eye-candy doesn't hurt either," he'd added once again appreciatively checking out her breasts. "But with everyone else being naked, or nearly so, having you there and not being, would make everyone else self conscious or concerned as to why you weren't. So, as long as you're ok with that, and know what to expect, then I think the evening will certainly prove to be an interesting one for you as well."

"Do doubt," Donna thought, though she didn't say it.

"I left you with a list of things to look into he told her. "Most of it is all follow up, such as the catering, though it's not to be an elaborate dinner affair, just simple refreshments, snacks and the like, though I know everyone's apt to work up a considerable appetite before the evenings over, so things like that. Make sure the Champagnes on ice, and that everything else on that list has been reviewed and provided for, other than that, not much else to do at this point except for to see you there," he told her, effectively dismissing her.

"Do I need to do anything else while I'm here?" She asked.

"Nope, all the normal every day stuff is being attended to," he assured her. "I'm paying you to see to the other kinds of stuff that no one else really needs to know about," he added. "Unless of course you wouldn't mind doing a really personal favor for me," he added, "though it's certainly not expected of you, or obviously part of the job either," he amended quickly.

"And what might that be?" she asked trying to sound interested, but hoping that it wasn't going to be something that would end up being a deal breaker for her, which to some extent, she now worried and realized that it might be.

"Well, since I'm not really your boss, since you're technically still working directly for Sylvia, this is more along the lines of a personal request, something I sort of enjoy in getting my day started off with."

"Which is?" she again asked, though already beginning to suspect the worst, and wondering as she did if she'd be able to go through with his "request, or rather favor" when she learned what it was.

He was actually blushing a little as he came around from behind his desk sitting down on the nearby couch. "Was wondering if you wouldn't mind giving me a little stress relief," he now openly admitted to her. "Whatever you're comfortable with," he added, "if you're indeed comfortable with it. But have always enjoyed a nice long pleasurable hand-job, if you think you can handle that," he looked at her questionably.

"Could she?" she asked herself, knowing that she'd need to answer that question quickly here. "It could have been worse, he could have asked for or expected more," she argued with herself briefly, then by way of answer she stood up from her chair approaching him. "Be more than happy too!" she smiled surprising herself. "With? Or without the dress on?" she asked, surprising herself even more.

She had only struggled with it briefly, though she knew without any doubt she would never tell Jerry that she had. He was more than delighted when she included the additional suggestion of removing her dress, which she'd actually done for a couple of reasons, one...she didn't want to take any chances of soiling it for starters, it really was brand new, and fairly expensive outfit. Two...by making the suggestion herself, without his requesting it, she'd gained a little more trust, even if it wasn't a lot as yet, but just enough so that he wouldn't be quite as fearful about including her into his confidence as his very...very personal assistant. Something she also hoped would eventually make its way back to Sylvia, which she was sure that it would.​
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