Pleasent Dreams
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Some dreams are so real and frightening that you never want to go back to sleep, but there are those special dreams that take you places you never want to leave. Be careful not to let those dreams become your reality. Doris Groves walked that fine line between reality and her dream world.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Paranormal Masturbation Oral Sex
I smiled as I walked out of Mr. Berkley’s office and closed the door. I heard the lock click and the two interns laughing.
Berkley Enterprises, Inc., with 437 employees, may be a small company by industry standards, but it’s extremely successful. Of course, we should count the three female interns that only Mr. Berkley interviews and hires every year. But I usually don’t.
Mr. Thomas Berkley is in his Sixties and has the silver hair, square jaw, and good looks that would automatically win 20% of the women’s vote just by putting his face on a billboard. But he isn’t a politician. He is a savvy businessman and a philanderer.
As usual, I was kept busy, and the afternoon passed quickly. It was a little before 4:00 when Mr. Berkley called my office and asked to meet. I took a minute to shut down my computer and secure my desk. It was a short walk to his office. I nodded to Connie, one of the interns that was handling the phones.
After closing his office door, I sat in the upholstered chair facing Mr. Berkley’s ornate mahogany desk as he opened the meeting, “How long has it been, Doris? Twenty years you’ve been my assistant?”
“That’s right, you hired me right out of college.”
“I had to hire you. You were the only intern smart enough not to sleep with me.”
That line was more than an ongoing joke between us, because it was also true.
Mr. Berkley leaned forward and pointed his finger at me, “It was also the best decision I ever made. You know my addiction, Doris.”
“Yes, sir. Young girls and spicy food.”
“That’s right. You also know I have never had a vacation other than an occasional long weekend since I founded this company.”
“That’s true, too.”
Looking quite jubilant, Mr. Berkley slammed the desk with his hand and stood up, “Well, that’s about to change. I’m going on vacation. I’m going to spend two weeks in Japan, two weeks in Germany, a month in Thailand and two weeks in Amsterdam. What do you think of that?”
I wasn’t surprised at his vacation destinations: “You’re going on a sex tour?”
“Yes. It’s about time, don’t you think?”
I had to smile. Mr. Berkley asked my assessment on most of the decisions he made, but this was one of those times he was on his own. I cleared my throat, “Ahem, I don’t think I have an opinion on that, sir. I can bring Gordon up to speed on the expansion and help him with the everyday routine if you would like.”
“Heavens no, Doris. I will be back before Gordon can even start to grasp what running this company is all about. He is great in his department because of his technical skills, but he is just not CEO material. I want you to look after things and see that the expansion moves along as we planned. Sometimes I think you know more about running this company than I do.”
“I’m flattered that you have the confidence in me to fill in for you.”
“You’re not flattered. You know damn well you’re the only one qualified to take over on such short notice. Don’t be so modest. You can use my office and make good use of the interns. They may even learn something now that they don’t have to entertain the boss.”
“I will. Connie has a brain along with her other attributes.”
“I knew you would notice that.”
I left Mr. Berkley’s office feeling quite good about myself. Being left in charge of his company for ten weeks during an expansion would present some challenges, but I felt confident I could handle anything that came up.
We gave Mr. Berkley a nice send-off the night before he was to fly out to Japan.
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