Personal Assistant
Copyright© 2026 by Awkward Penn
Chapter 1
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Blake's new personal assistant is not her type, but he's exceptionally competent and makes no secret of the fact that he'd do anything to please her.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Workplace DomSub FemaleDom
When Blake had first walked into Ultimate Inc, she already had a job. She had made some bold claims on her resume — bold claims backed by an impressive track record — and Eugene Smith had hired her for his sales department immediately.
Babs, Mr. Smith’s receptionist, grinned openly when Blake introduced herself, decked out in medium-heeled shoes, fashionable black slacks, a corset bustier top, and a tailored business jacket that emphasized her broad shoulders. She already knew Mr. Smith’s opinion of women, and the receptionist’s long nails, elaborate hairdo, and skimpy pink outfit only confirmed it.
Babs had corrected Blake when she called the bleached blonde a secretary. Stella’s desk, the matron who was Mr. Smith’s actual secretary, wasn’t on the same floor, and she had an assistant of her own to ferry work up and down the elevator.
He choked on his coffee when his receptionist showed Blake into his office, spilling it on his lap and already-stained shirt. Babs immediately tottered over on towering clear heels and ineffectually tried to clean him up with tissues, until Eugene growled and sent her away.
“Miss Waverly, I believe there’s been some kind of mistake-”
“There’s no mistake,” Blake said. She didn’t bother to sit down. “You need someone to bump Ultimate Inc out of its current sales plateau. I’ve promised I can do that, and I’m ready to start immediately.”
Eugene pursed his lips and steepled his fingers while he surveyed Blake’s body, his gaze pausing on the cleavage peeking out from under her jacket before meeting her face. “Very well. I’ll have the secretarial pool send someone up to help you get settled in, and we’ll see about getting you some clients later this week.”
“My contract specifies I can choose my own assistant, and I already have seven clients set to sign with us tomorrow.”
Eugene pushed a button on his desk. “Stella, would you please have someone from legal bring a copy of Miss Blake Waverly’s contract to my office?”
“Miss Waverly?” a tinny voice on the intercom replied. “I’ll call them immediately.”
“I’ll get right to work then.” Leaving before Eugene could pull some kind of power move — like making her sit in his waiting room while he had an hour-long meeting with legal — seemed the best course of action.
Babs grinned when Blake stepped out of Eugene’s office. “How did it go?”
“As expected,” Blake admitted. “Can you show me where my office-”
The intercom on the receptionist’s desk buzzed. “Babs, get in here. And bring a notepad.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll find it,” Blake said.
When Babs grabbed a notepad and headed toward the office door, Blake snatched a pen off the desk and held it out. “You’ll need this.”
Stepping out into the hallway, Blake headed toward the elevator and the sales floor. Eugene Smith’s office was up on the executive floor, surrounded by others whose main job appeared to be having meetings.
As she reached the elevator, the door opened before she could hit the button, and a young man smiled at her. “Miss Waverly? I’m Riley, and I’m here to interview for the assistant position. I figured I could show you to your office while we talked.”
“Who sent you to me?” Whoever did that was already on Blake’s list to consider.
“No one. I heard you needed someone like me and took the initiative.”
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