[FREE SPIN]: A Career First Ep 1

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Emma stepped off the elevator directly into a large, very well-appointed reception area. As she walked up to the reception desk, she said, Hello, my name is Emma James. I have an appointment with Miss Alexandra Cox.

Hello, Miss James. My name is Beatrice. May I offer you some water, or possibly some tea? No, thank you, ma'am.

After a slight pause, Emma continued, Actually, some water would be nice. I'm a bit nervous and my throat is a little dry. Certainly, Miss James.

There is no need to be nervous. Miss Cox is very nice. And you will find that we are a friendly but very professional firm.

Please complete these forms and I will be right back with some water. Emma picked up the forms and a pen and took a seat on a small sofa that was situated across the room from the reception desk. She looked around the room, appreciating that the room was furnished with expensive furniture and artwork.

As she was completing the application, Beatrice returned with the water, placing a Versace Medusa crystal coaster on the side table and then placed a matching water tumbler on the coaster. Before she could stop herself, Emma whispered, Oh, my! I've heard of the Versace crystal glossware, but I have never held one.

Beatrice, in a gracious tone, replied, You will find that Mr. Templeton has exquisite taste. Yes, I can see that by looking at this room.

Before Emma had completed the forms, a stunning young woman about Emma's age entered the room, looked over at Emma, giving her a nice broad smile, a little hand wave, and mouthing, I'll be right with you. As the gorgeous auburn-haired lady walked over to the receptionist, Emma took a moment to observe her. She was definitely shorter than Emma, wore a short lambskin leather sheath dress that Emma felt was an inch or two shorter than she would wear to work, and was wearing a pair of Louboutin boots that must have had at least four-inch heels.

Being five-foot-nine herself, Emma was glad she had worn only two-inch heels, which would still put her taller than her interviewer, but not uncomfortably so. The lady reached out to shake hands. Hello, Emma.

I'm Alexandra Cox. As she took the offered hand, Emma thought that she had very smooth skin and that the handshake was very delicate and not the typical business grasp she was expecting from a woman who was definitely in charge. It's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Cox.

Please call me Lexie. Everyone does. Thank you, Lexie.

Let's chat in the boardroom, shall we? With that, Lexie turned, leading Emma away toward the door she had come out. As they passed by the receptionist, Lexie said, Beatrice, bring Miss James' drink to the boardroom, and may I have a sparkling water, please?

Yes, Miss Cox. Emma smiled to herself, thinking, Well, not everyone calls you Lexie. The boardroom had a mahogany table that looked to be sixteen feet long with about that many high-backed leather chairs around it.

Lexie motioned Emma to a side chair, and as she was about to sit, Lexie said, Is that an Alex Perry? Yes, it is, Emma said, but shyly. It was a gift from my parents just before I left for university here in the U.S.

It is amazingly beautiful. Thank you. Lexie casually put her left leg under her in the seat, crossing her right leg over, causing her dress to ride up well above her mid-thigh.

Emma realized that even though her title was assistant to the CEO, this lady was very confident and comfortable in her position and without question wielded power in the office. After an hour of talking about everything from designer clothing to favorite restaurants to their latest travels, but little of the job requirements or Emma's qualifications, Lexie made an offer that surprised Emma because one, it was given by an administrative assistant with little discussion of Emma's suitability, and two, the salary was nearly twice what Emma was hoping for. Emma, darling, you shouldn't look so shocked when given an offer, laughed Lexie.

After a bit of stammering and stuttering, Emma finally recovered her composure and said, That is acceptable. They both laughed and agreed that Emma would begin the next Monday. As the elevator doors closed, Emma looked around to be sure she was alone and said out loud, What the fuck just happened?

Well, at least I won't have to get a roommate. I must admit that I've never been this turned on in my life. I've never thought of myself as bisexual, but I really love your tits.

As she moved her mouth to one of Lexie's tits and began sucking on it and running her tongue around her areola while sliding her hand down to her own pussy, rubbing her clit aggressively. I want to taste your pussy, Lexie purred. Yes, please.

Emma laid on her back and opened her legs wide as Lexie repositioned herself on her knees and planted her face into Emma's dripping cunt. Emma began to moan softly and then louder as Lexie worked her tongue on Emma's clit while also gently rubbing a finger around her asshole. That feels great.

Oh, yes, please. More, please. Harder.

I'm about to cum. Emma exclaimed. Oh, yes.

Oh, my God. Oh, fuck. Oh, my God.

Oh, Lexie. Oh, eat my cunt. Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God. Fuck. Oh, Lexie.

Oh, fuck. Yes. Oh, my God.

Lexie walked into the CEO's office, shut his door and said, Richard, Emma is doing a fantastic job. I am genuinely impressed with how she has taken on her new responsibilities and her work product is far better than I had even hoped. Well, it's a damn good thing she's impressing you.

With that comp package you gave her, I was wondering if I was going to have to take it out of your bonus. What were you thinking, giving her more than 150% of the budget for that position? With that, Lexie plopped down on the couch, making sure her skirt hiked up, revealing lots of leg, crossing them, showing even more.

I wanted her to accept on the spot. She is going to be a big help to me, and that means I will have more time to assist you. And that will give both you and me more time to relax and enjoy the spoils of your enterprise.

Well, I sure hope so. Stop being such a thuddy-duddy and take me out for drinks. It is Friday afternoon after all.

Your Friday afternoons are getting earlier and earlier. Lexie uncrossed her legs and recrossed them, ensuring that Richard saw more leg than a boss should be allowed to see. Come on, boss.

We have everything done we are going to get done and it's already past two. Okay, you win. As always.

Close up and I will meet you at the club in 30 minutes. I want you to bring Emma. Are you sure? She's only been here a week.

You don't want to give her the idea that things are too easy here. You let me worry about her. She has worked very hard and has stayed until at least seven every night.

You're getting your money's worth. Besides, I think she might enjoy our after-hours staff meetings, and I'm confident you will enjoy her as well. Okay, I'll see you there at four.

Thanks, Richard! Lexie walked past her office next to Richard's and stuck her head into Emma's office and quietly said, Hey, Emma, a couple of us are going for cocktails this afternoon. Would you like to come along? Richard always buys.

If someone is buying drinks, then hell yeah, I'm there, replied Emma. I think I can convince Richard to let us leave early. Richard's buying the drinks and we leave early? This is turning out to be a great place to work.

Lexie winked. You haven't seen anything yet. Walking back into her office, Lexie sent an inter-office message to Richard.

I told Emma that we're going for drinks, that you were paying, and that I would try to convince you to leave early so that we could get an early start on the weekend. She said, and I quote, Hell yeah! Richard replied almost immediately.

You bad girl. You are going to be the death of me yet. I'll see you there.

She then sent a message to Emma. Richard says we can go now. We're going to the Dilworth Club.

Emma replied, I've never heard of the Dilworth Club. Where is it? It's a club that Richard belongs to.

Women are allowed only if they are with a male member. It's very exclusive. We can ride together if you want.

He'll have a car service take us home if we drink too much. Or should I say, when we drink too much. That sure works for me.

I'll meet you in the lobby. No, let's meet in the parking lot. Not everyone gets invited and they don't need to know we're leaving early for drinks.

Oh, okay. As Lexie and Emma climbed into Lexie's hot red Audi R8 convertible, Emma asked, Lexie, may I ask how in the hell you can afford an R8? I know this sells for over $150,000.

Emma, Richard pays his top staff very well. I know you were shocked at your base salary, as most anyone would. Richard expects us to work very hard and he compensates us very well as he wants us to have the finer things.

If you continue to work as hard and produce the way you have already, I feel sure your bonus will equal or even exceed your base. My gosh, Lexie, I had no idea that there was a bonus, much less that it could double my salary. I almost choked on my water when you proposed my salary, thinking you must be kidding.

Honestly, I was going to request only half of the amount. Keep this to yourself, Emma, but Beatrice makes $20,000 more than you were going to propose. And seriously, she answers a dozen calls a day and greets the rare visitor.

That's it. Lexie pulled into the underground garage and parked in one of the reserved spaces. After exiting the car, they walked towards the elevators.

Emma reached over to press the call button, but Lexie said, No, babe, we go through this door to a private elevator. Even before they approached the door, it was opened by a uniformed attendant that greeted them and ushered them into an elevator that had no buttons. When the door closed, it began to move upward.

Thirty seconds later, the elevator came to a smooth stop, the door silently opened, and they were greeted by a very distinguished tuxedoed gentleman. Good afternoon, Miss Cox. Turning to Emma, he said, Welcome to the Dilworth Club, Miss James.

I am Remington. I am at your disposal, as is everyone here. If you require anything at all, we will arrange it.

Thank you, Mr. Remington. Just Remington, Miss.

Thank you, Remington. If you ladies will kindly follow me, I will take you to your host. Lexie leaned into Emma and softly told her, The member's name is never spoken unless it's directly to a member.

This ensures that no one knows who she's visiting. As they crossed the reception area, they passed open French doors leading to a significant-looking paneled bar with several gentlemen and ladies that had gathered. The sign next to the door said, 4800 Bar.

Lexie told Emma, We're on the 48th floor. Next, they passed a restaurant named Barrington's, where she saw twenty or more tables with long white tablecloths draped over them and set with exquisite china and crystal stemware. That's where husbands dine with their wives and family.

Next to the restaurant were two large, ornate mahogany doors that had Gentleman Only embossed on them. They continued down a long hallway that is narrowed until they turned a corner and reached a nondescript door. The door opened from the inside, seemingly automatically, allowing the ladies access.

They were greeted by another tuxedoed gentleman. Good day, ladies. Emma, this is Jarvis.

You will love his cocktails. Hello, Jarvis. I'm looking forward to tasting one of your specialties.

I will attempt to satisfy your tastes. Please follow me to your hosts. As they walked through the room, Emma admired the furnishings and trimmings.

The room was elegant and decorated stylishly. The space appeared to be more than ten thousand square feet, but was broken up into small alcoves, nooks, and niches which provided privacy for the occupants, yet the room seemed to be open. Several of the spaces were occupied by well-dressed men, and in each instance, there was one or more very sexy women accompanying them.

They continued walking through the room when Emma realized that they were on the inside of the room that had large doors embossed with, Gentlemen Only. Okay, Lexi. Explain this place, please.

Obviously, we are on the other side of the Gentlemen Only door. The men belong here for the exclusivity and privacy that it provided them. While the members do bring their wives here from time to time, they drink and dine in the bar and restaurant we passed.

Some married men will entertain female friends here that are not their wives for drinks, dinner, and other entertainment. There are also members, like Richard, that are not married but want to be able to entertain ladies privately. That's why the big doors are labeled as they are and why female guests are escorted in through the door we entered.

I've even heard that some very big business deals were done in this room because of the privacy accorded to the members. The sale of the Panthers is rumored to have been struck here. Emma turned to Lexi and softly said, This is a gorgeous room.

I take it you've been here before? Oh, yes. I've been here many times with Richard.

It's a place where we can relax, have a few drinks, and have some fun without being concerned about other employees prying eyes or listening to our sometimes risque conversations. We've even negotiated a deal or two here ourselves. Jarvis led them to a small alcove that provided total privacy.

Only the butler would have access to this niche. Richard was already seated in a beautiful leather chair, waiting for them. As he stood, he looked directly at Emma and said, Welcome to our after-hours staff meeting.

As he motioned for them to sit opposite him on an extra deep cushioned love seat. Richard, this club is gorgeous. I had no idea something like this existed.

That is exactly why it is here and why I belong. Jarvis inquired as to what the ladies would like to drink. Before Emma could answer, Lexi said with a sultry smile, Jarvis, the ladies will have one of your famous, or should I say infamous, Spritz Venezianos, please.

And would you bring Richard his drink of choice, the Pappy Van Winkle, fifteen-year-old? With a slight bow and a return of her smile, he replied, Of course, Miss Lexi. Richard smiled directly at Emma.

If you haven't already noticed, Emma, Lexi likes to take charge. And do you like it when I do, Richard? Yes, yes I do.

Emma said, Lexi, I tended bar and waitressed for several years during my college years, but I've never heard of a Spritz Veneziano. What's in it? I think you'll like it.

It's an Italian wine-based aperitif mixed with Prosecco and soda. Jarvis puts a little something extra in his that makes it divine and very potent. But no matter what, I've done to coerce the secret ingredient from him.

She winked as she continued, And I've done a lot. He refuses to share what it is. So, Emma, how was your first week? When we're here, I'm not your boss, so you can be honest.

No bullshit. You can say whatever you want and say exactly how you feel. Before answering, Emma decided to test Richard's comment with a bit of skepticism.

I really enjoyed it. Lexi's been very helpful in getting me acclimated to the office and the different personalities. I take that to mean that she's warned you of Beatrice's phobia? Richard laughed.

She did, but let's face it, it's pretty easy to see when she's always using a wipe to touch doorknobs and doesn't want anyone to touch anything on her desk. Jarvis returned with a tray of three glasses, an old-fashioned glass for Richard's pappy, and two lovely crystal wine glasses for Lexi and Emma. Emma admired the beautiful color of the cocktail.

It reminds me of the color of a beautiful sunset at the beach. Richard raised his glass. Allow me to propose a toast, welcoming the newest addition to our after-hours staff meeting.

Here's to Emma. May she enjoy our little get-togethers and, winking at Lexi, participate fully in our executive discussions. Raising her glass.

To our discussions, Lexi repeats. Our ribald discussions. Emma clinked glasses with Lexi and Richard as she wondered what Lexi meant by that comment.

After her first taste, Emma blurted out, Oh my, this is so good! You mean, so fucking good, Emma, Lexi added. Yes, Lexi, it's so effing good, laughed Emma.

Now, now, Emma, remember I said we use direct language at these meetings. The word fuck is the preferred expression. Emma blushed and said, I'm sorry, I meant to say, it's so fucking good.

They all laughed. After another Spritz Veneziano, Lexi ordered two Jarvis Specials, and Richard sighed. Oh my, here we go.

What's a Jarvis Special? Questioned Emma. No one knows but Jarvis, but it's smooth and packs a punch and I love them.

Lexi exclaimed, Not to mention it helps me lose what few inhibitions I have. After two Spritzers and three Jarvis Special, Emma burst out. These are fan-fucking-tastic! She immediately blushed and looked at Richard with apprehension in her eyes, worried that she may have gotten fired for her boisterous outburst.

Lexi reached over, laying a hand high on Emma's thigh, and said, It's okay, they truly are fan-fucking-tastic. They all laughed. She continued, Speaking of fucking, I have not had sex in so long that my pussy has cobwebs.

Oops, see, my inhibitions are totally gone. Slurring slightly, Emma looked at Lexi's hand on her thigh, and putting her hand on top of Lexi's, she squeezed it as she mumbles, So are mine. Richard came back with, That is hard to believe, Lexi, knowing how much you crave sex.

I know, right? My boy toy is getting a workout for sure. Before she realized what she was saying, Emma looked to Lexi and responded, Isn't boy toy great? I just love mine.

Well, well, well, I see you girls have something in common, a love for the boy toy vibrator. Looking at each other, they laughed, and Emma declared, I guess we do. Lexi gently rubs Emma's leg just above the knee and coos, Emma, you mentioned to me before that you're dating someone.

How's that going? We've been going out about a month, Lexi, so it's still new, but so far so good, Richard said, Inquiring minds, especially Lexi's cobwebbed vajayjay, want to know. How good? Whatever inhibitions Emma may have had when sober, the Jarvis specials had removed, causing her to respond, He doesn't have the biggest dick I've ever had, and he isn't the best fuck I've ever had, but it is good.

Continuing on, she blurted out, The first time I saw his thick, veined cock, I said, Holy Mary, mother of Jesus, I was salivating at the thought of getting it in my mouth. Lexi raised an eyebrow and offered a conspiratorial grin, So, you like giving blowjobs? Oh, hell yes, while I love having my pussy eaten, I would rather have a dick in my mouth any day.

On that wonderful note, if you ladies will excuse me, I need to go use the restroom. When Richard was out of earshot, Emma said, I hope I haven't gotten myself in trouble and gone too far in what I've said, And Lexi, I hope I'm not being too direct, but you and Richard seem to be very graphic in talking with each other. Are you fucking him? I mean, if you are, that's great, but I just want to be sure that I don't say something I shouldn't.

These drinks definitely loosen the tongue. We don't fuck. Richard just enjoys talking and having a good time.

And no, you haven't gotten into trouble with Richard or me. In fact, you can expect that he'll give you a couple hundred dollar bills this evening. What? Really? Why? Richard loves for me, and you, now that you are part of our little group, to talk about sexual things in front of him.

It is not unusual for me to leave here with three or four hundred dollars. No strings attached. He just loves to hear me talk.

The more explicitly sexual, the more he enjoys it. Sometimes I have to make up sexual exploits to get an extra couple of hundreds, she said, giggling. But what about what he said about no bullshitting and being totally honest? As long as he thinks I am telling the truth, and it gets me extra bucks, who the fuck cares? I don't know if I could do it sober.

I mean, I'm pretty reserved when it comes to expressing myself sexually. Well, whatever you want to do. I love piling away the hundreds.

I can certainly use them as well. By the way, what time is it? I didn't wear a watch today.

Gosh, it's 6.15. We've been here for hours. 6.15?

Really? Crap. Patrick, that guy I'm seeing, is supposed to pick me up at 7.30.

Oh, do you want to leave? Not really. Let me text him.

Emma pulls out her phone and types out a quick text to Patrick. Hi there. I am so sorry.

I'm going to have to cancel our date this evening. Lexi, one of the girls in my new office, asked me to go for drinks with a few folks. Being new at the office, I thought I should, and I just saw the time.

Forgive me? His response came back quickly. I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight, but I understand if you need to cancel.

How about tomorrow night instead? She looked over at Lexi, winked, and showed her what she was sending him. Sure, we can.

But would it be okay if I still came over to your place tonight? Then she said to Lexi, Should I add this? She typed.

I really need to be fucked. It may be late, but I really want to be fucked tonight. Lexi nodded in agreement.

Absolutely. Emma pressed. Send.

The reply came back quickly. Hell yes. Come over, no matter how late.

I can't wait to have you sitting on my cock. You know I love sucking on your pale pink nipples as you ride me. Emma's cheeks flushed, then she sent one more text.

Stop, LOL. I'm wet just thinking about it. See you later.