Recruiting My P.A.


Caution: This Fantasy Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Mult, Consensual, Romantic, Rape, Fiction, BDSM, Group Sex, Interracial, White Male, Oriental Female, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Petting, Bestiality, Leg Fetish, .

Desc: Fantasy Sex Story: Nick is a newly made millionaire. He sets out to find his own Personal Assistant.

To say that my dreams came true was a gross understatement. After years of donating one dollar, twice a week, I struck it rich! I won two hundred fifty four million dollars in the national lottery. Like everyone else that I knew I had fantasized about what I'd do if I ever won.

Starting at the top, I'd bail out my brothers and sisters from their life of drudgery. There were others too, my work buddy named Joe that, by his actions, I was convinced that he would give me the shirt off of his back if I needed it. He loaned me his new Ford 4X4 to move my things into my house while it was under construction. I'll bet that I carried more and heavier weight and logged more 4 wheel drive time than he did the entire time that he owned that truck. I was sure that a new, full dress 4 X 4 was in his future among other things.

Then there was this girl that I worked with that was pretty beyond description. She had a boyfriend that I thought about buying off in favor of myself. Her name was Lisa; she was a petite five feet tall with black hair and brown almond eyes. I wanted her from the first time I met her. I trained her to do her job at the factory that we worked at and she picked up the routine amazingly fast. Soon she was the, "go to girl" on the production floor. I had trained her to perform many of the complicated operations required to assemble the widgets that we produced there. Too bad that management over looked her for a promotion. It was due to her Asian line leader's demeaning attitude towards women and the fact that she knew more about assembling widgets than he did. This was a mistake that I would try to rectify for her. I wanted to hire her as my personal assistant so she could spend her days as she did while I was teaching her the work duties that she performed.

With my winning of the lottery, I resigned from the widget factory and left word on the grapevine that I was looking for a Personal Assistant to lead my staff in the daily operations of my interests. Of course, I didn't have any daily operations yet, but I hoped that Lisa would be one of them.

I didn't have long to wait before Lisa called me and expressed her interest in applying for the position. I told her that there were a lot of responsibilities for my PA to deal with. They include extended travel and special projects that would consume much of her time. I also told her that a successful candidate would be highly compensated for their participation. She was intrigued with the job description and was eager to be evaluated for the position. I told her that she would undergo an extensive and invasive background and physical evaluation.

Lisa agreed to the application process and reported to my office located in Minneapolis to begin her job application. I hired a temp secretary named Sharon to administer the testing and using a newspaper ad, had an array of applicants to be processed with her. To set the tone I had each of the applicants sign a non-disclosure statement, and photographic release.

We conducted the battery of tests, slowly eliminating applicants throughout the course of the testing. As the tests progressed, Lisa could see that the pool of applicants would diminish as a direct result of the previous questionnaire, all of the questions were designed to be invasive. The questions elicited answers to questions of sexual experiences and preferences, extending to the extreme. So far, Lisa was still in the running for the position offered, even though she left a couple of the sexual relations questions unanswered. At the end of the first day, the remaining three applicants were photographed and rescheduled for a second interview. They were instructed to wear dresses or skirts and blouse, with stockings and heels. In addition, they were to bring a swimsuit, preferably a two piece and their makeup. It was stressed that the applicants should not buy any of the required clothes but rely on their existing wardrobe for their presentations. Wearing underwear in lieu of a swimsuit was acceptable. And makeup should be applied in the offices.

I had video of all of the applicants that passed the preliminary round of testing, and I was eager to see the results of the second round. The interview rooms were converted into dressing rooms, where the candidates would be measured for an evening gown and a cocktail dress. Facial photographs were taken without makeup. Later they would dress in the clothing that they brought with them for my evaluation. I had makeup artists and hair stylists on hand to assist the women in preparation for their personal presentations, which would take place throughout the afternoon.

The tailoring team consisted of a male tailor and his female assistant. Together they measured every aspect of the candidate's figure. Her foundation wear sizes were confirmed and compared to the clothing that the candidates had brought with them. If there were any discrepancies, the team would take note and procure replacement garments. This part of the interview took an extensive amount of time and the candidates were nude for extended periods.

After completing the sizing portion of the evaluation the tailoring team departed to prepare the clothing that was required for the evening wear.

The hair stylists arrived and applied their talent to the three women candidates, styling their hair in a late fashion to accent their facial shape characteristics. The candidates were introduced to a spa treatment with facials, manicures, pedicures, ending in a massage.

The women were made up and dressed in the clothes that they brought with them. Individually, they were escorted into my office for an interview. I asked them to answer the questions that they left unanswered on their questionnaires. Lisa was embarrassed by the questions asked about kinky sex and bestiality. They were essay questions and required thought out answers, making the question itself increasingly complicated. I enjoyed watching her squirm as she chose her words carefully to formulate her answers. Sitting in the chair with her skirt edging up her smooth thighs, had me distracted more than her obvious embarrassment at the subject at hand. I knew that her boyfriend would not let her wear anything that highlighted her legs, and I was fascinated with the fact that she was wearing a dress. She had some of the best looking legs that I have ever seen, and feminine legs were special eye candy to me, and I noticed a lot of them. I watched as she walked around the office, modeling her dress, and then directed her to sit on a low sofa and cross her legs for my pleasure. She was a keeper in my estimation and it seemed that she really wanted this position. The question that I had was how much do you really want it? As the interview came to an end, I asked Lisa to raise her dress, and show me her panties. She looked at me in surprise and contemplated my request for a minute before she reluctantly raised the hem of her dress above her panties for my evaluation. She looked away from me in embarrassment as she exposed her smooth thighs to my inquiring eyes. It was all good in my opinion, I always thought that her legs would be outstanding and I wasn't disappointed. Lisa was whisked back to her dressing where she was instructed to put on her bikini and prepare for her next showing.

Lisa did not have a bikini or other swimwear and was preparing to wear her underwear for her next evaluation, when her makeup artist stepped into her dressing room to give her a final once over before her presentation. She stopped Lisa and told her to disrobe so that she could apply a bikini trim and a tanning spray all over her body. Lisa was amazed at the attention to detail that she was experiencing. This was some pampering that she had never experienced. After the spray treatment was completed, the artist dressed her in a new pink/black Wicked Weasel, Microminimus bikini that fit her perfectly. She instructed Lisa to wear a pair of black heels that were also provided. Lisa looked at herself in the mirror, she was a true beauty and she was impressed as well as proud of her looks for this important interview. But she was almost naked! The secretary entered her dressing room to escort Lisa to her showing. As she entered, she handed Lisa a sheer black Singlet dress to wear over the bikini. Relieved, Lisa donned the translucent black dress and was led to my office. As they were underway, the secretary instructed Lisa to remove the dress as soon as she arrived at the center of the office and take up a pose. The candidates had been coached on the poses that could be used for their showing and persuaded to pick and practice a couple of them in their spare time between showings.

Lisa performed as instructed when she walked into my office. She walked around and then presented herself right in front of me for my up close evaluation of her nearly nude body. I felt her to determine the muscle tone and skin texture of her gorgeous body. (Right!) I could see her chest rising as I was exciting her with my hands, and I had only just begun to feel her up. As I held her sidewise to my sitting position, with one hand on her bare ass and the other hand massaging her stomach I asked her to remove her triangle top. Lisa seemed to be in a trance as I felt her. She removed her top and my hand moved up and cupped her stout breast. Lisa stood in her spot as I freely kneaded her newly exposed tit and roamed my hand over her smooth body. I asked her questions as I maneuvered her to sit on my lap as I continued to fondle her nearly nude body. I couldn't get enough of her.

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