He was not at all happy with the girls he had interviewed in the last few hours and although most of them had experience for the position, he was looking for someone with less experience.

He wanted his new secretary to have no old customs and routines, he wanted a "virgin secretary", those who could adjust to each of his requests, demands and strange events.

Among his colleagues, during business lunches and dinners, he had listened to talks about the new work style they adopted and hiring inexperienced girls was as pleasant as a good steak sealed in salt and marinated in wine.

He licked his lips at the thought of roast beef and jerked to his feet as a little girl entered his personal office.

She carried a briefcase in one hand and a plastic cup in the other and stepped on unknown ground with much suspicion, looking everywhere with her huge green eyes.

"Mr. Storni, I am Lexy Antonieta Bouvier. I am here for the job interview that you published on your official page." She said nervously.

Joseph Storni was as quiet as he was paralyzed and by inertia managed to stretch out his hand to greet. At the masculine greeting, Lexy hesitated and even hesitated, but responded to the man's strange gesture in front of her, giving her tiny fingers for a first contact, a rather unusual one.

And ticklish.

"Have a seat, please," he spoke more seriously and waited for her to settle into the chair across from him to imitate, reminding herself of his good manners.

She nodded without looking at him and hesitated what to do first, whether to leave her things on the table or sit with everything on top. She opted for the second and ended up entangled with the glass of hot coffee and the briefcase that included the personal information Storni asked for to get the job.

“It’s, okay?” Joseph asked, looking at her nervously.

The woman was complicated trying to fit the skirt correctly while her hands were holding a glass of coffee and a black briefcase that went very well with her soft but interesting clothes.

Joseph wanted to help her out, but in a hurry, Lexy was able to do it alone.

She put the coffee down before it burned, dropped the wallet to the floor, and continued to stretch her skirt to stop showing her thighs and the pale skin that enveloped her.

"Yes, thank you," she confirmed later and placed her hands on the table, looking more relaxed.

But her calm attitudes seemed to be unsuccessful, her face was red, and her hair fell down her forehead, along with some beads of sweat that Joseph found interesting.

"I hear you, Miss Bouvier, why have you been interested in this job?"

"Ah ..." Lexy stammered, not knowing how to respond. Was it valid to say that she needed the money? “Well, a few months ago I dropped out of college, and I think it's about time to-move on,” she said and hesitated again, not knowing how to spread the truth.

Her past and present were a total mess, and she didn't want to appear so messy in front of her future boss.

"What did you graduate from, Miss Bouvier?" He asked and she exploded in amused laughter.

"No, I didn't graduate ..." she was embarrassed, and her cheeks accompanied her. Still, she mustered up the courage and handed him the documentation she carried in her portfolio.

"I studied Public Relations for almost three years, but I quit because it wasn't my thing," she acknowledged, upsetting Joseph with her lack of security. "And then I chose Primary Education, but I left it because ..."

"Wasn't it your thing either?" He said, interrupting her and looking at her puzzled.

"I was thinking of studying dentistry or a medical visitor," she explained later and smiled when Joseph opened huge eyes to detail her.

"But not for now, of course not, that's why I'm here" she corrected her loose tongue and moved her hands to seem more eloquent.

But instead, she showed the awkwardness that accompanied her from birth and threw the coffee away, creating chaos in the meeting room where Joseph called his meetings and interviews.

"Shit!" she screeched and jumped from her chair in a hurry.

She grabbed her purse and pulled out a couple of white papers inside, crawled on all fours to the puddle of coffee she had caused herself, and quickly cleaned it up, all under the curious gaze of Joseph, who by then had the best view of all: his new secretary on all fours, in black thigh-high stockings and underwear that apparently didn't exist.

The woman got up later, her hands were drenched in coffee and her white blouse was dripping. The fabric of the blouse clung to her body and two small tits were drawn and marked underneath the stained and ruined garment.

"I'm so sorry, Mister Storni, I-I ..." She sighed in distress.

"Well, it starts on Monday," Joseph said, and he wanted to sound calm, when in truth he had a real feast for his eyes and perverted head.

Lexy hesitated and looked at the huge stain on the carpet, surely expensive, and interspersed with Joseph, who kept admiring her with his deep but dark black eyes.

"Are you going to hire me to discount the cleaning of the carpet?" She asked, and the tension broke when Storni exploded into a funny laugh that confused the girl.

"No, Miss Bouvier, I am going to hire you because I think you are suitable for the job," he replied, and although he was eager to get up from his chair, he could not.

He had a boner pressed between his underwear and the table helped him hide his reality very well.

He spread his legs to avoid hurting himself and concentrated on taking the documentation Lexy had offered him earlier; he read to relax and think of more than just the round white ass of the woman in front of him.

"Go to my secretary, the one you are going to replace, and tell her to bring you a towel and dry clothes," he said, heart pounding. "It will give you some indications for Monday: like the hours of work, the uniform and benefits," he finished and dared to look at her.

Lexy's cute green eyes wouldn't let him focus. He had to shift his gaze to her blouse, the one that was dirty with coffee.

He held back a smile and with his left hand said goodbye to the girl and with his right he massaged him hard member, trying not to moan as he handled himself with little discretion.

Lexy didn't catch a glimpse of what she was doing with her new boss and complied with her previous signal, and happy about her first formal hiring, she walked to the end of the office, shaking her hand to say goodbye, ignoring the wetness of her blouse, like a dancer in wet t-shirts.

When the girl disappeared at the entrance door of the meeting room, Joseph jumped up from his chair and ran to the private bathroom of the place, accelerated, and guided by the illogical excitement that had awakened in him without further reason.

It was absurd and exaggerated, especially when his sex life was active and fun, and the women he slept with were sexy and daring, while his new secretary was bland and clumsy.

He pulled his pants and underwear up to his knees and ran his tongue over his hand, moistening his fingers so as not to hurt himself and he masturbated without problems. He closed his eyes to think about his new secretary and a groan escaped him when he remembered her on all fours, cleaning her mess with coffee, with garters and apparently without underwear.

He reached orgasm at that precise moment and felt so relieved and revolutionized that he had an urgent need to run and look for Miss Bouvier to invite her to dinner and fuck her after lunch, but when he turned around to wash his hands and get dressed, his dark desires appeared at his door.

"Mister Storni," she sighed and covered her mouth with one hand to hold back the laughter. "I require my personal documents, your secretary needs them to get into your system," she muttered and turned to ignore the disturbing image in front of her.

"Damn it," Storni muttered, pulling up his pants in such a hurry that the moisture from his semen mixed with his warm skin, creating an uncomfortable feeling inside his pants. He was forced to hide that everything was fine, and he washed his hands quickly. “Sorry, Lexy, I didn't want you to see me like this” ...

"It doesn't matter," she arranged, still not looking at him, assuming he was in the bathroom and with his pants down for another reason.

"We can make up for this embarrassing moment with dinner," he muttered and leaned forward to intimidate her.

Lexy held her breath and laughed childishly.

"You don't want to put your penis inside this brat, listen to her laugh, it looks like the laughter of a drunk clown." He scoffed at his conscience, the one that helped him hunt good prey to get to bed.

"Yes, I want". He fought back and touched Lexy's hand, seeking to turn it on again, seeking that electricity the girl had made him feel without even touching it.

"Sorry, Mr. Storni, my fiancé doesn't like me dating other men," Lexy muttered shyly, still giggling at the man's subtle proposition.

“Promised? Aren't you a little young for that?” He asked, pissed off at Bouvier's refusal.

"It is an asshole; nobody refuses our charms." He followed his annoying little voice and Storni wanted to turn it off, only he hadn't figured out how yet.

"Ahhh," Lexy murmured, confused. “I met my boyfriend in college and a few months ago we started planning the wedding,” she explained seriously, as if marriage really mattered to him.

"I'm going to throw up." His voice again, tiring him.

"It's a business dinner, nothing more." He spoke.

"Of business? Is that what you call them now? And while you fuck them do you talk to them about international trade or fraudulent transactions?” —It disturbed the voice of its conscience, and it could not contain a smile by the occurrences of this.

"Yes, like that". He answered between his thoughts and naturally a smile was drawn on his lips, a malevolent, but sensual smile.

"I can't, Mr. Storni, my grandmother is traveling today, and I have a welcome dinner to organize, but for next week I will be available," she said, and although the eyes of the man in front of her became opaquer and more expressionless, after her explanation they shone with hopes.

Hopes of fucking her hard anywhere, he didn't care where or how he was going to give her, he just wanted to sink inside her and grope her as he rushed against her round ass.

He shook his head to remove the imaginary scenes that came to mind. He approached the table where he had interviewed her and handed her the documents that her current secretary, but pregnant, needed to enter her new replacement.

"See you on Monday," he said goodbye and kissed her cheek.

He closed his eyes and enjoyed the slightest touch of their bodies and held his breath when his nose met the delicious scent of the young woman. He wanted to grab her by the back and straddle him body, but he had to hold back, surely, they reported him for harassment in the workplace and only planted a slow kiss on her delicate pink cheek.

"Thank you for everything, Mr. Storni, I am very grateful." She spoke.

"And I'm very hot," he replied, and before Lexy's astonished grimaces, he corrected: "that you're very smart."

Lexy frowned, but her doubts were overshadowed by the charm that the man produced for her, in addition, she already had a job, and new opportunities arose for her, for her immature and childish person, opportunities that she believed attainable, when in truth, they did not have neither feet nor head.

What Lexy did not know, is that the man who had just hired her had other plans for her, for her stay in the company and for her future. Plans that were going to change her whole life.