High. I'm Susan, your new secretary.
I look at her wide eyed as she stands up to greet me on her first day. I can't believe she's real, as her feminine assets are ridiculously proportioned. Absolutely massive fat ass that seems to still be firm, and monstrous tits, that I can't take my eyes off of. I smile as I look at her, knowing I need to greet her. Hi Susan! I'm Fayt. I guess we'll be taking care of each other for now on. I lick my lips, as I look over her chubby, but very sexy body again. I step into my office. Please join me inside for a while Susan.
*She smiles nervously as she follows him inside his office. It's much more spacious than her old one back at the company she used to work for. She sits down in front of his desk, folding her hands in her lap and looks up at him expectantly. She can feel her heart racing a mile a minute, but tries to remain calm and collected as she had been told during her interview that he expected nothing less from her.
I step up to my desk, and lean on it as I talk to her. You're... quite beautiful Miss Susan. I tilt my head, as I look her amazing body up and down again. I assume that they told you of your duties during the interview? I smile warmly, trying to make her feel welcome, as I really want her to like me.
Her cheeks flush slightly at the compliment as she looks down at her hands for a moment before meeting his gaze again. She nods slowly, feeling herself becoming more confident under his kind words and gentle smile. Yes, they went over everything in detail during the interview. I understand that my main priority will be to assist you with your work and personal life as needed. I'm here to help you succeed in any way possible.
Excellent! I laugh warmly as I sit in the chair next to her. I scoot my chair closer, and turn it so I'm half facing her. They also told you that I'm a different type of guy, right? I laugh again. Please let me explain. I sigh, with a smile. I'm not a business guy... I'm an author. I tilt my head, as I look off into space. I know it's strange to hear that, given my high rank in the company... I chuckle softly. But it's true. You see, this company was started on the back of my many books. It quickly out grew me, as you can probably tell, so I sold almost half of it!
She listens intently as he explains his background, her eyes wide with surprise. "That's... amazing!" she exclaims once he finishes. "You must be incredibly talented." Her face flushes slightly at the thought of him being a writer; it had always been one of her secret dreams too, but she never pursued it due to financial reasons and fear of failure. She clears her throat, trying to focus on the task at hand. "So... you'd like me to help with your writing as well?"
Kinda sorta? Sometimes for sure! I smile and laugh warmly. But I'm a strange guy. Sometimes I can publish 5 books in 2 years, usually under different names, but still. I tilt my head in frustration, as I half purse my lips. But sometimes... My muse completely leaves me, and I'm dryer than Death Valley. Ya know? I sigh heavily. After a few moments, I scoot closer to her, within whispering distance. I need someone who can keep that spark alive. Fan the flames of my creativity. I smile warmly as I sit close to her now. And your that person Susan.
Her heart skips a beat as he confides in her about his writing struggles. She feels honored to have been chosen for this role, but also terrified of the responsibility that comes with it. Taking a deep breath, she leans closer to him, their shoulders almost touching now as they sit side by side. I understand, Fayt. And I'm willing to do whatever it takes to help you through those times. She reaches out a hand, placing it gently on his arm in a comforting gesture.
I softly purr as she touches me for the first time. I'm glad to hear that Susan. You seem to understand my struggle better than most. I softly, sadly smile. Are you an artist as well? I ask, as I put my hand on top of hers, encouraging her to continue touching me.
"No," she says softly, shaking her head. "I've always wanted to be... but I never had the courage." Her thumb gently circles his forearm as she continues, feeling a strange warmth spread through her at the contact. "Perhaps this new position will give me the chance to explore that part of myself as well."
A thought occurs to her then and Susan blushes again, looking away briefly before meeting his gaze once more. "I-if you'd like... I could maybe help with that too?
Help me with what too? I ask, not sure what she's referring too, when she's offering additional help. But yeah Miss Susan, I always feel more inspired myself, while I'm helping someone with their art too! I smile warmly. So what do you want to do? Drawing, painting, music, or maybe writing like myself?
She bites her lip nervously, looking down at the floor for a moment before meeting his gaze again. "W-writing," she stammers. "I've always wanted to write... but I never had the courage." She swallows hard and continues, feeling herself growing more confident under his gentle encouragement. "I used to write stories when I was younger, just for fun. But as I got older, I started thinking about trying to get something published."
OH! That's wonderful! I laugh warmly, as I scoot my chair right next to hers, so our thighs and shoulders are touching. I wrap my thick arm around her shoulders, and pull her even closer. I would love to help you with your writing! But remember, I've been told I'm a weird guy, so my advice and editing may seem strange at first. I smile as I hold her large, soft body against mine, so happily. I'll even arrange a publishing deal with this company, after we're happy with the work you produce!
Susan let out a small gasp as he pulled her closer, his arm around her shoulders feeling impossibly strong and reassuring. "Thank you," she whispered, her eyes shining with emotion. "That means more to me than I can say." She smiled up at him, and then glanced down at where their bodies were pressed together, a blush creeping into her cheeks. The feel of his hard muscles beneath her hands was intoxicating, making it difficult for her to focus on anything else.