Straight Female / 35
This is more about being overwhelmed than about sex. Backstory, I was a mid level accountant in a top ten industrial concern. A senior executive bad returned from an overseas trip and I was sent out to his home to have him sign some papers before he left for Asia. My boss told me to dress appropriately even if it was Saturday, stay professional.
I drove out to the address, a part of town I had never been to, the address was a large gate, I gave my name to the intercom and drove half a mile through a forest to a very modern house. I was let in by a woman in uniform, escorted to a garden room which overlooked a pool and tennis court. She offered me something to drink and I asked for water, I stood.
He came in wearing shorts and a Polo shirt and sandals. He was very nice, asked me to sit and go through every document, what it was, why did he need to sign, did I agree with it. I apologized for not knowing, I was the courier. He patted my hand and called me sweetheart, if I was bringing documents to sign I needed to know what they were, he depended on me to guide him. I started to figure out that maybe he thought I was an attorney. He stood, patted my hand, sweetheart again, he was going to go shower and for me to read and guide him. If I didn't approve he wouldn't sign.
While he was gone I called my boss, she called him an asshole, just tell him to sign she needed the papers signed before he left for Asia. No clue about what the papers were for. I tried to read them but I didn't understand what they were for. When he came back in the room he asked his housekeeper for a cup of coffee, asked me what the papers were, I confessed I didn't know and couldn't advise him, I told him my boss needed them signed. Sweetheart again, a pat on the cheek, he refused to sign, told me again he depended on me to know. On the way out he told me I was a lovely young woman, a real gem. Tell my boss he would get with her when he returned from Asia.
My boss was furious, she blamed me. When he returned she had fight with him, he called for me, told my boss to get her affairs in order and she was fired. He told me he liked me, he wanted me to work for him, he needed someone to watch his back for him. He later told me that my then boss had pulled that stunt before, never sign a document you didn't know why. Then again sweetheart, "you take care of me and I will take care of you".
Sweetheart, precious, lovely lady, baby girl, your cute, what a gem, beautiful, face touching, hand touching, hugs, and then kisses, then love hugs, then sex. He made me his personal assistant, 'his' personal assistant. At his home and in the office. He wrote me poems, love letters, called me everyday when he was out of town, he had long conversations about business problems, issues, negotiations, he wanted, needed my opinions. I dealt with department heads, board members, customers. I was 28 and he depended on me for everything. Including sex, being with him at home, traveling with him, in a word that came to me I told him I wasn't his Mommy. His answer was "don't you love me"?
I broke it off on my 32nd birthday, I resigned. The money, everything, took a month off and rented a cabin in the mountains and tried to decompress. I didn't answer his calls. I lasted four days before I called him back and crawled back. I don't work for him now, I am just his sweetheart girlfriend. I travel with him, have sex with him, Mommy him, but I don't work for him and I found a fifty year old married male lawyer to be his contracts manager. Not my job any more.
I drove out to the address, a part of town I had never been to, the address was a large gate, I gave my name to the intercom and drove half a mile through a forest to a very modern house. I was let in by a woman in uniform, escorted to a garden room which overlooked a pool and tennis court. She offered me something to drink and I asked for water, I stood.
He came in wearing shorts and a Polo shirt and sandals. He was very nice, asked me to sit and go through every document, what it was, why did he need to sign, did I agree with it. I apologized for not knowing, I was the courier. He patted my hand and called me sweetheart, if I was bringing documents to sign I needed to know what they were, he depended on me to guide him. I started to figure out that maybe he thought I was an attorney. He stood, patted my hand, sweetheart again, he was going to go shower and for me to read and guide him. If I didn't approve he wouldn't sign.
While he was gone I called my boss, she called him an asshole, just tell him to sign she needed the papers signed before he left for Asia. No clue about what the papers were for. I tried to read them but I didn't understand what they were for. When he came back in the room he asked his housekeeper for a cup of coffee, asked me what the papers were, I confessed I didn't know and couldn't advise him, I told him my boss needed them signed. Sweetheart again, a pat on the cheek, he refused to sign, told me again he depended on me to know. On the way out he told me I was a lovely young woman, a real gem. Tell my boss he would get with her when he returned from Asia.
My boss was furious, she blamed me. When he returned she had fight with him, he called for me, told my boss to get her affairs in order and she was fired. He told me he liked me, he wanted me to work for him, he needed someone to watch his back for him. He later told me that my then boss had pulled that stunt before, never sign a document you didn't know why. Then again sweetheart, "you take care of me and I will take care of you".
Sweetheart, precious, lovely lady, baby girl, your cute, what a gem, beautiful, face touching, hand touching, hugs, and then kisses, then love hugs, then sex. He made me his personal assistant, 'his' personal assistant. At his home and in the office. He wrote me poems, love letters, called me everyday when he was out of town, he had long conversations about business problems, issues, negotiations, he wanted, needed my opinions. I dealt with department heads, board members, customers. I was 28 and he depended on me for everything. Including sex, being with him at home, traveling with him, in a word that came to me I told him I wasn't his Mommy. His answer was "don't you love me"?
I broke it off on my 32nd birthday, I resigned. The money, everything, took a month off and rented a cabin in the mountains and tried to decompress. I didn't answer his calls. I lasted four days before I called him back and crawled back. I don't work for him now, I am just his sweetheart girlfriend. I travel with him, have sex with him, Mommy him, but I don't work for him and I found a fifty year old married male lawyer to be his contracts manager. Not my job any more.
