Chapter 33: Secretarial Affair

DAVE

Despite being in a somewhat tropical locale, I still felt as though autumn had arrived when I went back to work after Labor Day. I’d grown up and gone to college in the north, where during the month of September the temperatures chilled, and jackets appeared.

I had a beautiful new office in the Prentiss Building, right in the center of downtown. Moreover, I had two analysts working for me, and suddenly a secretary that looked like she stepped out of the centerfold in Playboy or Penthouse. Her name was Anne Turner. She turned heads alright.

Anne had a service mentality. She waited on me hand and foot, although I kept telling her that she didn’t need to be so solicitous and deferential. Occasionally, she’d pat my arm as though to say, ‘It’s okay, I’ll just do it any how.’ I had all but given up and found myself enjoying her servitude.

I was actually riding high, thanks to some of the investments that I’d made for Paul Prentiss and also some others, including myself. Genelect stock had risen to $627 per share. The company announced a split and also a buy-back of some shares that would increase the worth of extant shares.

Further, I’d constructed my own EFT based on some companies in the tech industry, and although dominated by Paul’s shares, each share in that had close to doubled in value since I went to work for Paul two months earlier.

Buying low was the easy part of investing. The hard part is knowing when to cut and run. I decided I wanted to know more about Genelect, since by then I had several hundred million invested in it.

I asked Anne to set me up with appointments at Genelect and to arrange the related travel, transportation, and hotel. A day later, I had several pages on my desk with the details of the entire trip – door-to-door, including who I’d be meeting with, and their professional bio.

I was to leave on Monday morning the following week.

Mel had met Anne several times when she’d come by for lunch and to see and appreciate my new digs. I didn’t think much more about their distant friendship until I got to the airport on Monday morning, and there was Anne waiting to travel with me.

Anne patiently explained to my query that no executive from Prentiss Enterprises EVER travels alone. She said, “What if you need something?”

I ventured a statement that I knew was probably incorrect; “I could do it myself?”

She laughed, and we boarded the flight together. Anne explained that she’d set up a couple of appointments for herself. So, while I was meeting the CEO and head of research, she would be meeting with their AAs. She wanted to be sure we had wide open avenues of communication, since we were such good investors in the company.

My appointment with the CEO was at one-thirty, and we were right on time. Anne vanished, I guess to do her own thing, and Dr. Mark Eyre and I would talk, and, as it turned out, he gave me a tour of the place. Mark had a Ph.D. in pharmacology from Harvard. He oozed excess IQ and probably stopped going to Mensa meetings because the attendees weren’t up to his mental caliber.

After the tour, I pulled out my three pages of questions, and we started the serious discussion about Genelect. We both had to walk a tightrope lest we run afoul of insider trading rules and regulations. Nonetheless we had a great discussion.

Mark also asked whether Paul Prentiss would entertain a position on the board of the company. Given our investments, he already had a significant percentage of the outstanding stock. I promised to have that discussion with him as soon as I returned home, and that I’d recommend the post to him. Mark looked pleased.

The meeting with the head of research and development was the following morning, so after Mark and I finished, I easily connected with Anne in the company’s modern waiting room. We left for the day. Our hotel was a short ride away.

Anne presented me with the key card for what I thought was my room. We just strolled into the elevators, bypassing a line of business people checking into the hotel. My room turned out to be on a floor with mini-suites. I had a living room, with TV of course, and a bedroom with a giant king-size bed in it.

Anne had followed me into the room, and only then did it dawn on me that something else was going on here.

I turned to Anne and said, “Your room?”

She pointed at the one bedroom. “I’m with you.”

I made up a quick story. “Isn’t there some rule at Prentiss Enterprises that forbids bosses from fraternizing with their secretaries? I think that’d be seen as sexual harassment or something akin.”

Anne shook her head, “Nope. No rule. Plus, if you check your email, you’ll find a notarized copy of a letter to the file that our physical relationship is all my idea. I’ve left the original with Monica Sawyer, Paul Prentiss’ aide. Further, I will be sure that you show me no favoritism, assuming you still like me.”

“Oh, I like you alright, maybe too much. You do know I’m married and have children.”

Anne laughed, “Not only are you married to Melissa, you have three other wives – Cindy, Trish, and Wendy. I believe Wendy has some minor connection with the Prentiss family.” Her sarcasm was apparent as she laughed.

“What do you want to have happen?” I asked.

Less than sixty seconds later, Anne was in my arms and we were kissing quite passionately.

Five minutes after that, the last of our clothes fell to the floor. Add another minute, and I had my face buried in Anne’s tasty pussy, lapping up some of the best tasting female cream in the world.

Several feminine orgasms and some fluffing later, I sank all my man meat into my secretaries hot little quim. God, she felt like heaven. How had I gotten so lucky.

MEL

Dave didn’t know it, but I’d given him a wide-open Hall Pass so he could enjoy his secretary, Anne Turner. His other wives were all on-board with the idea, too. We’d all met the pretty and smart woman. We knew she adored Dave, but had no desire to upset his ‘home life’, and that was the four of us plus the kids.

I had already started thinking that she should be in our Sex Club. She’d been married, and had left the deadbeat after discovering he had some gambling, alcoholic, and physically abusive habits. She was a catch for anyone, but she seemed devoted to her job, and with her new assignment, she was already devoted to Dave and his group.

Monday evening, we had a visitor at the house. Brent Ashton came by to see the women of the household. This wasn’t a sexual visit, but as the unofficial head of Group Two, he had a question or two.

Our kids were in bed, so we had time to talk. We went into the living room, and Brent started. “My understanding is that when your group started there were only six of you, and now there are, what seventeen? In the last week, a few of our group have said to me that they have somebody that they want to introduce to our group. Indirectly, that’ll impact you, what with our new agreement to have a ‘super-orgy’ with both groups once in a while.”

Cindy asked, “Students? Men or women? Relationship with person in your group?”

Brent nodded. “They’re all undergrad students, and one is a grad student. Lacey has another guy she likes – Norm Daily. Darren is crushing on a girl named Patricia Heart, that seems pretty liberated, according to him. Adelle’s old boyfriend, Jerry Hendricks, is back on campus after doing his junior year abroad, and she wants to pick-up where they left off, but not give up all the new freedoms and friends that she’s found. What do I do?”

Brent and the others looked at me. I guess I was rated as the ultimate authority on this subject. I asked, “Brent, what would you do? Say you were crushing on Cindy and wanted her to be part of your group.”

Brent shrugged, “Invite her in?” For him, that question seemed like a no-brainer.

“And what would be her reception at your next get-together?”

He made a face. “Unpredictable, I guess. I’d need to do some pre-work to get her accepted.”

“What would that look like?”

“My friends would have to meet her in a less challenging situation – like over cokes or something, maybe at the student union. They’d want to know her background and ... I guess, why I think she’d be a good member of our group – our club.”

I asked, “What would you want her first visit with all of you together to be like, what with mixing and with sex on the agenda – for you, for her, for the others?”

Brent started to visualize, “She’d be greeted with enthusiasm. Maybe all of them couldn’t wait to have sex with each other – to make love. Maybe everyone would want to talk to her – get her opinion on things, ask her to do things with them, and so on.”

“So, work backwards from that goal. You know what you have to do. That’s what you tell Darren, Adelle, and Lacey. Of course, they should drop by here so we all get to meet the person, too.”

He nodded, “That all makes sense. I don’t know why I felt so panicked. I feel responsible for this emerging group.”

“Good, but that should be a shared responsibility. It’s not all on your shoulders. Share the load. Ask one of your new friends to take responsibility for the next meeting or two.”

I added, “Also, at least based on our experience, I think it was easier to deal with one person or couple at a time, rather than, in your case, all three individuals at once. See if you can push off a couple of your admissions so they’re staggered in time. Remember, you’re signing up a lifetime intimate friend for each person.”