The New Secretary
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The New Secretary
Part 1
I sat reviewing the application in front of me.
"This is the last candidate; Ms Tiffany Monroe. Let's get her in and
then we can think about which one we want."
Denise, the HR Manager, nodded and left the room. I sat, waiting and
wondering what this Tiffany Monroe was going to be like; in the end I
gave up as, more often than not, the name and details on the
application bore no resemblance whatever to the person who sat before
you. With Tiffany it was the same; although, to be fair, I had thought
she might be Black, as we hadn't seen a black candidate yet, and
Tiffany was, indeed, Black.
The reader must not think that there is any racial element at work
here; I genuinely wanted to interview a Black candidate and had been
disappointed that none of the first five had been Black.
All this passed through my mind in the space of a second or two. The
other - more important in the immediate situation - was that Tiffany
was stunningly attractive and I was erect because of it.
Rather than black, dark grey or navy-blue outfit, Tiffany had injected
a bit of colour into things; she had chosen a satin green skirt and
jacket; cream blouse and hosiery and green heels. She had even gone for
green lipstick and nail polish.
I rose to my feet and greeted her. Fortunately, the table, glasses of
water and various notes helped hide what was an obvious attraction
signal, although not entirely, as I saw her eyes glance down to my
obvious bulge and her flirty smile acknowledge the desire and lust
between us. Then it was passed, and we sat down and began the
interview.
"Ms Monroe," I began. "Thank you for coming to the interview. I hope
you found us easily enough?"
"Thank you for inviting me for the interview. Yes, I found the office
easily enough."
As she spoke, I listened to her voice. It was not exactly feminine; it
had a deeper, low tone to it. This suggested something else. Her hands
were larger than most women - but then she was a tall woman -
obviously, I couldn't see her feet (although I desperately wanted to),
but guessed they were big.
I looked at her neck; there was an Adam's Apple. Could it be she is a
transvestite? I thought.
I couldn't dwell on such things as the interview had begun.
I can't remember much in particular about the interview questions - who
does, really? - Tiffany answered them and gave answers that were
studied and careful, yet insightful.
"As you will be working with - and for - me," I began, "you will be
expected to accompany me to business meeting that may require staying
away from home for one or more nights. Similarly, late night or early
morning sessions; weekends... All these things could have an adverse
effect on your family life. Would that be a problem?"
"No," Tiffany began. "I am single and without any family commitments. I
could accompany you anywhere, anytime!"
There were a few laughs at that, but it broke the ice and gave me
information I needed. Indeed, she was the only candidate who had
answered so positively that family life didn't intrude on her work - or
vice versa.
When asked what she could bring to the organisation and the role,
Tiffany responded with a slightly flirtatious answer. "I get on well
with everyone, and cane make them feel at ease and help take the
stresses and worries from their work. I know how to please my boss!"
"Such as?" I was interested.
"Learning what he likes and dislikes; a favourite drink at a certain
time, for instance, might help him relax and see things from a
different perspective, thereby enabling him to pursue his objective
with renewed vigour and focus." She looked at me as she said this a
smiled.
I could have laughed but instead replied with, "That's an interesting
answer. I'll remember that one."
The interview reached its conclusion and we asked her if she had any
questions or needed clarification. There were a couple of standard
ones, but finally Tiffany announced "I'm not sure what type of lady
you're are looking for as your secretary, Sir, but I need to tell you
that I am not a biological woman; I am a trans woman; part-way through
my transition."
"Oh!" So, there it was! Tiffany was a tgurl! My penis was standing
erect! This could get complicated, but, hell! She's gorgeous and
downright sexy!
There was silence for a moment or two; Tiffany was looking embarrassed,
so I felt I ought to say something to help her out.
"Thank you, Ms. Monroe, for being so frank about that. It certainly
helps being honest, and it shows courage to tell a room of strangers -
who could potentially be your employer - about it. The fac that you are
a trans woman has no bearing on the selection, of course, but your
openness and honesty certainly gives merit to you as a person."
Tiffany seemed to relax and whispered, "Thank you, Sir."
After that, I escorted her to the door. I felt I owed it to her.
"Thank you for attending the interview, Ms Monroe. I'll ensure that a
decision is made quickly, so as not to keep you waiting. Thank you
again for your openness and honesty."
I watched her go and turned back to the interview room.
"Christ, Pete!" began Helena, the HR Manager. "That's blown things
right out of the water!"
"She seemed strongest candidate until that bit at the end," added
Maryann, my acting PA.
"I don't see why we can't consider her for the role," I replied. "She
is the strongest candidate based on merit, and that is what we are
looking for. Her gender and sexuality have no concern to us. We need to
base our decision on whether she can do the job at hand."
"She'll certainly do a jo at hand, alright!" murmured Maryann.
I chose to ignore that.
"The decision is mine, ultimately. I'd like to sleep on it tonight and
make a call tomorrow."
"Oh yes! Sleep on it...."
I shot both women a look. I knew they felt threatened by Tiffany. But
why?
"Alright, dismissed. Don't say anything to anyone about Tiffany."
Both women left and I sat looking at the notes I had made. Finally, I
went back to my office and sat in thought. After a few minutes, I
looked at Tiffany's application again then picked up my mobile and
dialled a number.
"Tiffany Monroe speaking."
At least she maintains her ladylike persona. I thought."
"Hi Tiffany. This is Peter from Venture Technology Solutions. I
interviewed about an hour ago."
"Oh! Peter! Sir! I hadn't expected you to call me personally to give me
the decision!"
She sounded flustered. Not the mark of a good secretary, but I'm
guessing she was still torn over the speech she gave.
"Relax. I haven't made a decision yet. However, I wanted to ask it you
could meet me later today for a drink? The reason is for me to get to
know you better. I'll be honest with you; opinions about you are
divided. I thought that if I met you in person - away from work - I'd
have a chance to formulate a more rounded opinion of you."
OK! That would be lovely! Where would you like me to meet you?"
"I was thinking of The Rydale Hotel, at about six - we can have a drink
in the bar, than have dinner in the restaurant. I'll pay!"
"Oh! thank you! That would be wonderful! I'll have to get changed
though."
"You looked lovely in the interview. Come like that."
"If you are sure...."
"Yes."
"See you at six, then."
I then rang The Rydale and made a quick reservation in the restaurant
and with the hotel reception.
Six found me waiting in the lobby, wondering if this was entirely a
good idea.
Tiffany hurried in a noticed me, and walked quickly over. Several men
turned to look at her. She's mine for tonight!" I thought.
"Hi Tiffany," I said to her. "Delighted you could make it! You still
look good in that outfit."
"Thank you. I wasn't sure if the colours suited. I was thinking of
changing, but as you insisted. I have changed my tights and panties
though!"
I took her hand and we went to the bar and ordered some drinks, then
went to look at the menu.
The drinks came and then we got up and went into the restaurant. The
alcohol helped, of course - it always does. Tiffany opened up to me
about her life. She had known from a young age that she was destined to
be a girl. Now she was able to act on those thoughts.
"I haven't decided whether to go for a vagina yet. I have breasts
thought."
After dinner, she was tipsy. "Would you like to make love to me?" she
whispered.
"Yes!" I whispered back. "There is a room available for us upstairs."
Soon we were in that said room, and undressing.
"Which part of my body do you want first?" Tiffany asked me.
"Your feet. I want to kiss them."
Tiffany giggled. "Good jo I washed them and put fresh tights on before
meeting you!"
Tiffany lay on the bed and allowed me to remove her shoes and begin
kissing her nylon-clad legs and feet.
"OOhhh!" Tiffany giggled. "Kissing me feet is so ticklish and erotic!
I'm gonna cum in no time it you do this!"
"That's the idea!"
"Oh God! This is so erotic! I love having my feet kissed!" Tiffany
gasped. "Oh yes! Keep going! You've made me so big and aroused! Don't
stop!" She was beginning to make too much noise.
I stopped kissing her feet.
"What you stop for? I am nearly about to cum!"
"You're making too much noise. You need a gag!"
"Oh. What do you want to gag me with?"
"Your tights!"
"So long as you allow me to cum this time!"
"Of course!"
Tiffany quickly removed her tights and gave them to me. As I lent close
to her, she felt my erection.
"When you've made me cum by kissing my feet, remove the tights and
replace them with your cock. I'll give you something to remember me
by!"
Quickly, I gagged her with her own tights; tying them tightly and
forcing the toes into her mouth, Then I returned to her now naked feet
and began kissing them again" her toes, I noticed, were painted the
same green colour.
The gag helped, of course. Tiffany moaned and screamed through it as
her orgasm built again, until a finally burst of muffled cries and
frantic jerks told me she had cum.
Without waiting, I removed the tights and replaced them with my cock,
which she eagerly - and greedily - began to work on.
It had been a long time since anyone had taken my cock into their mouth
- and never had it been taken so expertly and sensually. Tiffany
obviously had a lot of practice. She knew just the right technique to
prolong my pleasure; preventing an early orgasm, yet not making the
process tortuous. Indeed, I was sorry when it was over, as I could have
kept my penis in her mouth forever.
However, all good things must come to an end - and what and ending! It
had been a long time since I had produced so much cum; Tiffany seemed
to be able to extract more long after I thought I was finished. Then
she swallowed it. That was definitely a first for me. The pleasuring
was so great that, had I not stuffed Tiffany's tights into my mouth to
muffle my screams; people would have called the police.
Slowly I withdrew and removed Tiffany's tights from my mouth.
"That was truly amazing!" I said to her. "No doubt about it; you are
the secretary I need!"
"Thank you! You did good with my feet too. It is rare for someone to
kiss my feet and make me cum. My panties are all wet though!"
We got up and Tiffany removed her skirt and white, lace panties; both
of which were wet from her cum, and went to the bathroom, spending some
time washing them and drying them so she could leave the hotel with
some dignity.
We lay together in bed for a bit. Tiffany turned the conversation back
to the business at hand.
"Have you made a decision?"
"Yes; I want you as my secretary! That is what I am going to put
forward and you'll get a formal offer tomorrow. You can start Monday if
you are available."
"Yes; I can start Monday - I could start tomorrow - or now- if the
fringe benefits are anything like what you have just given me!"
"This is just, shall we say, a brief overview of some of the benefits
on offer. I'm afraid that we have to go through the process of making a
formal offer. But, as you indicated you are available immediately;
Monday is as good a day as any."
"What about this weekend?" Tiffany asked me. "Do you want me to
undertake some pre-start induction and orientation?"
"Maybe some special orientation could be arranged....."
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