When Jeffrey Zugwitz invited her to his home for an interview, it had sounded more like a challenge than a business request. The grin on his face when he asked was mischievous and he held her hand just a little too long as he looked deep into her eyes. Zugwitz had single-handedly set up a fashion chain and managed to sell it to and investment company for several hundred million. Ilona had accepted the challenge and now she was leaning back against his designer kitchen. That kitchen looked like it had never been used before, and it probably wasn’t. Why would a man like Jeffrey Zugwitz cook?

Of course she had dressed for the occasion. A summer dress that was perhaps a little on the short side and showed just enough cleavage to appear desirable but not slutty. The high heels caused her calves and buttocks to tense up. Jeffrey came dangerously close to her. He smelled of cedar and leather.

Jeffrey grabbed her hand and gently pulled her towards him. Ilona did offer some resistance, but who was she kidding? If this man snapped his fingers, she would immediately take off her panties. And she was probably not the only one. His fingers playfully ran along the edge of her dress and gently touched her legs.

“You look beautiful,” he said and sniffed her neck for a moment. She could feel the warmth of his breath and a small shiver ran down her spine.

“Shall I pour champagne, then?” It was a female voice that sounded from behind.

Ilona was startled and shied away from Jeffrey to avoid any semblance of flirting. But Jeffrey laughed. “Yes, Conny, just do a DP.” Jeffrey grinned his charming grin again and pulled Ilona towards him again.

“A DP?”, she said.

“Dom Perignon. You misschief. Meet Conny, my Personal Assistant,” Jeffrey said. He seemed oblivious to the presence of his PA and started kissing Ilona on the neck while one hand closed around her breast.

“Sorry, but ehm …” Ilona nodded in Conny’s direction. She felt embarrassed by the presence of his PA.

“Don’t worry. She’s an assistant. She assists me. In everything.”

Conny put two glasses on the kitchen island and came to stand close to Ilona. “Shall I?”, she asked and, without waiting for an answer, began to pull down the zip of Ilona’s dress.

“I told you,” Jeffrey said, “she’s assisting.”

“You said that yes, but …”

“In everything, didn’t I say?”

Deftly, Conny helped Ilona out of her clothes until she was wearing only her heels. Occasionally she winked reassuringly at Ilona. Then she folded the clothes neatly and put them in a pile. Then she returned and knelt in front of Jeffrey. While he softly stroke Ilona’s arms and back, Conny began unbuttoning his trousers.

“I could have done that too, you know,” Ilona said hoarsely.

“But why would you? Conny assists.”

“In everything.”

“Exactly.”

Now that she had also folded Jeffrey’s clothes and put them away, Conny came and stood next to the nude couple again. She seemed to be waiting for a commands or an order. Jeffrey kissed Ilona, but she pulled back a little.

“Sorry, but is she going to stand there?”

“Do you find it uncomfortable?”

“It’s unusual.”

“Unusual, like drinking champagne on Tuesday afternoon at quarter past one is unusual? But kind of horny too, don’t you think?”

“Drinking champagne?”

Jeffrey smiled. He lifted Ilona slightly so that her buttocks were on the stone top of the kitchen island. Then he gently pushed her legs apart a little. Hard enough to make it clear what he wanted, but soft enough for her to resist if she had wanted to.

Conny moved closer, as if she knew what was expected of her. She put her hand between Ilona’s legs and felt her sex. Then, almost invisibly, she shook briefly at her boss. “Not yet.”

Jeffrey made a small nod and Conny apparently knew what that meant. She bent down and started licking Ilona. Ilona let out a moan of surprise and excitement.

“She is assisting,” Jeffrey stated matter-of-factly and he looked down to determine if Conny was doing her job properly. The latter looked up questioningly. Jeffrey also bent down now and licked Ilona briefly, but long enough to determine if she had become moist. Then he nodded again. This time towards his own semi-hard sex. Conny turned in his direction and now took his sex in her mouth.

“She’s assisting?”, Ilona asked. Jeffrey nodded. His eyes were glassy. It was not long before Conny was satisfied with her own performance. Jeffrey’s cock stood up proudly. With one hand she grabbed his firm cock and with the other she parted Ilona’s lips a little. Deftly, she rubbed his glans between her wet lips and then moved it into position. Jeffrey only had to push a little bit to slide inside Ilona. Ilona sighed softly. It was strange, being assisted like this. But also horny. An assistant for everything. Even for sex.

As Jeffrey began to slowly fuck her, Conny stayed close by. Every now and then she pinched a nipple, or rubbed Ilona’s clit. And if Jeffrey’s cock was in danger of slipping out of Ilona even for a moment, she was quick to fix it.

“Let’s find a somewhat easier spot,” Jeffrey sighed and he pulled Ilona along to the white leather sofa. Before he could sit down on it, Conny had already draped a rug over it. Ilona straddled him and willingly allowed Conny to assist again to guide him inside her. Then Conny walked away. Ilona felt relieved. Privacy at last. She began to ride Jeffrey passionately.

But there was Conny again. She had a bottle in her hands and took a seat behind Ilona. From the bottle, she dropped a few drops between Ilona’s buttocks. It was a kind of oil, or lubricant. Conny smeared it with her fingers between Ilona’s buttocks and over Jeffrey’s balls. Ilona felt a slight glow. It was hot and cold at the same time and it actually felt very exciting. Conny put some more drops on her fingers and gently pressed them into Ilona’s tight rear. Conny did it with policy. Almost medically. “Nice?”, she whispered in Ilona’s ear. Ilona only nodded. Ideally, she wanted Conny to undress too. She wanted to lick Conny while she was being fucked by Jeffrey. She tried to grab Conny and pull her towards her, but both Jeffrey and Conny stopped her.

“Conny is assisting. That’s all,” Jeffrey said a little sternly. Out of Ilona’s sight, Conny nodded again. Jeffrey let himself slide out of Ilona and Conny grabbed Jeffrey’s cock. She sucked him briefly to make him even a little harder and then she brought him into position again. This time, she pressed his glans against Ilona’s ass and because of all the preparatory work of the oil and her fingers, his cock slid into her rear more easily than Ilona could ever have imagined.

A deep growl sounded from Ilona’s throat, which made Conny chuckle a little. This was what she was doing it for. Her job was to assist and if she did it well, her boss and his guest benefited extremely. She put some of the oil on her fingers again, but this time to lubricate Ilona’s clit. As Jeffrey made thrusting motions, Conny’s fingers swirled quick circles around her sensitive bud, until she began to twitch violently and her legs began to tremble. It had been a long time since Ilona had felt such an intense orgasm.

Conny supported Ilona a little and helped her off Jeffrey. Exhausted, Ilona sat down wide-legged on the sofa. Jeffrey came to stand between her legs and Conny took a stand behind him. She had oiled her hands for the last time and put one arm around him. The other hand squeezed between his buttocks. With two fingers in his ass, she began to rapidly jerk him off.

“Go ahead,” she said. She bit her teeth and jerked faster and faster. “Go on, squirt on that slut.” Ilona tried not to take it personally. Apparently Jeffrey needed this language, as encouragement. She actually found it quite horny to see and she spread her legs a bit further apart to finger herself once more. Right as Jeffrey squirted his seed over her belly, another small but fine orgasm swirled through her entire body.

Ilona hadn’t noticed that Conny had been gone for a while. There she was again. Now with warm moist wipes and towels. She began carefully washing the seed from Ilona’s body. The warm wipes felt like an intimate caress. Then she helped Ilona back into her clothes. First her panties. Then her bra. And finally her dress. “May I?” Conny held up a bottle of perfume. Ilona nodded and closed her eyes, while Conny sprayed several small clouds of perfume over her.

“Some more champagne?”, Conny asked.

“Just serve it in my office,” Jeffrey said. “I’ll be right there. For the interview. That’s what you came for, right?”

Ilona looked up startled. Yes. The interview. That was what she had come for. Right?