Chapter 7

It had only been a week since Marc had first met Lydia. He was thinking back on how quickly his life had changed but also, how quickly he had gotten accustomed to the new rhythm. He considered himself a man who liked routines and rituals and he certainly gained a few this week. All of this was a lot of change and for a man of rituals changing can be hard. There was no doubt in his mind that Lydia was a major positive change in his life and so he had been very willing to accept it.

The changes in his life had been coming in via the fast lane though. On Monday and Tuesday, they were still just getting to know one another but on Wednesday and Thursday it already started feeling like routine, and now Friday, he liked to think it would never change again. It was crazy to think about, especially given the nature and frequency of the activities they had been doing.

He was thinking back and trying to determine what ritual was his favorite one, but it felt impossible to make a choice. The blowjobs first thing in the morning were a great way to start the day and get him motivated. The afternoon massage was super relaxing and her tossing his salad was a great way to close. And then of course her sitting there waiting almost obediently every time he peed, getting ready to clean his cock was something he treasured a lot. No, it was impossible to make a choice.

All things that Lydia had introduced had been major hits as well. She had not introduced anything that he hadn’t appreciated. She was great and he felt the company knew exactly what they were doing by giving him a personal assistant and maybe even specifically Lydia. His motivation had never been higher. He felt laser-focused and more aggressive than ever, and this week’s numbers certainly showed that.

To close the week, going over the numbers on late Friday afternoon had always been one of his favorite moments. There was not much more difference he could make on the late Friday night and weekends were not any different, so typically mid Friday afternoon was the part where the relaxing started.

“Sir”, it was Lydia’s voice coming in through his office phone, “Is now a good time for a break and a little celebration.”

Marc was not sure what the reason for the celebration would be. He was not big on surprises and certainly not surprise parties. Maybe it was to celebrate their first week but maybe it was for something completely different. He was curious enough to not say no, plus the workweek was pretty much over anyway. He also wondered what the celebration would entail another reason to not say no.

“Sure L, now is a great time.”

Marc leaned back in his chair and looked at the door in anticipation.

“Okay Sir, I will be right there.”

It had taken a few minutes and Marc was already looking at his work laptop again when he heard a short knock and the opening of his office door. Marc looked up. He was glad he was not drinking anything because he would have spit it out.

Lydia had walked into the office with two empty champagne glasses in her hand. She had put up her hair in a bun and she looked a bit taller than normal, mainly because she was wearing high, stripper-type heels, a sharp contrast to the lower heels she was normally wearing. She appeared to walk very comfortably despite the high heels. Marc would have noticed any of those things and maybe all of those things right away if it wasn’t for the fact that she was also completely naked.

“Oh eh hi”, Marc said, caught off guard again. He had lost count of how many times that was this week.

“Hello Sir, I thought we deserved a drink”, Lydia said, completely ignoring the fact that she was naked. She walked over to the small fridge in the corner of the office. The fridge was sitting on the ground and Marc hadn’t used it yet. He had frankly forgotten about it, as it was built-in and it blended it well.

Marc’s eyes followed Lydia from behind his desk as she was walking through Marc’s office.

Lydia was very aware of Marc watching her. So when she reached the fridge, she faced away from Marc and she bent over while keeping her legs straight and so her butt was now facing Marc, giving him an unobstructed view of her butt and leaving nothing to the imagination. Through the little opening in her leg, he could see her pick up a bottle of champagne. She placed the bottle and glasses on his desk and smoothly opened the bottle with a small pop. Without spilling she poured it in the two glasses on the desk. Finally, before she put the bottle down, she took a sip straight from the bottle and then handled Marc his glass.

“Cheers”, she said, “to a record-setting week”, and reached out her hand with the glass to toast.

Marc toasted the glass. “Cheers L, you have certainly been an inspiration and your assistance has proven to make a difference.”

“You’re too kind”, Lydia reflected.

“So what’s with the attire?”, Marc asked.

“You don’t like it?” Lydia asked, but she didn’t wait for an answer, “A party with just champagne is a bit boring and so I wanted to be prepared for some more fun.”

Marc looked at her inquisitively but wasn’t going to ask what she meant and just said “I see. No I like it, it looks great on you”, keeping the ruse going of not acknowledging her nudeness.

“See”, Lydia said while reaching underneath the champagne bottle and removing a small baggie, “I wasn’t sure from what body part of mine you wanted to sniff this, so I thought I would show you the options on the menu”. She held the baggie with white powder in front of Marc.

Marc nodded his head. “Nice”. He was no stranger to cocaine. He was not a daily user, but it had kept him going on many long office nights and some of the wilder parties. At the previous office location, it was a well-known office secret that the homeless beggar at the corner would be more than happy to give you a little gift bag in exchange for a Benjamin, so it had never been an issue to get some. Here at this new location, he wasn’t sure where you would get it, so he made a mental note to ask her later.