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He smiled and apologized... his smile really caught my attention. As he turned to go, he dropped his pen and both of us bent down to get it. When I did, my robe opened slightly to reveal the tops of my breasts. I looked up at him and found him looking down my robe. His expression told me he liked what he saw, so I smiled at him in such a way that he could see exactly what was on my mind. I touched his face and moved toward him. 

My Personal Assistant 

She came to me highly recommended −  good looking, bright, articulate and highly ambitious. Alicia was a smart young woman with  a bachelor’s degree from Radcliff and an MBA from Columbia. 
Even before she walked into my Malibu place for her interview, I had heard all about her. This rare package of brains and dynamite good looks was no dewy-eyed small town girl, dazzled by the bright lights of Hollywood. She was instinctively drawn to the rich and powerful. Alicia was on the make. And she could be had.  I took one look at Alicia and hired her on the spot. What I didn’t know then was that the tall, lanky brunette was not only an ambitious workaholic, but she could have easily been a runner-up for nympho-of-the-year.  

Summer Job 

He gets to his feet quickly and pulls his shorts up while I roll off the table, grab my clothes from the floor, and dive behind a bunch of boxes and paint cans. I put my clothes back on while Ryan is talking to whoever came into the room. I hear footsteps walking away as the conversation ends, and Ryan comes back to tell me the coast is clear. He kisses me again once I stand up and says, “Until next time.” 

After Hours 

It's closing time on a Saturday night and I'm sitting at a booth filling the salt and pepper shakers. There's still one table of customers at the front of the restaurant. I'm hoping they'll leave soon so we can clean up the dishes and go home.    I've run out of salt and start to get up to find some more when Bryan comes out of the kitchen.  He's glistening with sweat, having been helping the cooks with their cleanup. The dim lights show his beauty perfectly. He walks over and sits down across from me.    “What a night,” he says, holding his head in his hands. “I can't believe we actually went through an entire supply of twice-baked potatoes in one night! And the salad dressings...” It's obvious he’s anxious and needs something to help him relax.