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Chapter 4:
I guess if there’s one benefit to working on Saturdays it’s that there’s never any traffic and the office is more or less empty. After walking through the quiet lobby I took an elevator to the executive suites and was greeted there by my secretary, Samantha.
“ Good afternoon Mr. Torrisi, Sorry for bothering you on a Saturday. The Preston file is on your desk.”
Samantha was strikingly beautiful, about 5’8 in heels with auburn-brown hair and a body to die for. All of the girls who worked on this floor were gorgeous, our executive search team scours the nation’s top universities to find their most intelligent and attractive graduates. After a series of interviews and personality tests a select few are given offers. Their starting salaries are more than triple what the top banks and law firms would offer and we provide four star living accommodations (they are required to be on call 24/7) and corporate expense accounts at the city’s most upscale department stores. Of course more is expected of them at Torrisi Industries, let’s just say that our personality tests weed out the more ..er.. modest girls. Part of their job includes sexual acts and their employment contract clearly states that corporal punishment is used for training and for employee corrections. Of course, to a much less extreme extent than what I was used to in my personal life. Samantha was wearing a navy suit, a white blouse, and high heeled shoes. Her outfit showed far more skin than would have been appropriate in most business settings.
“Quite alright Samantha, just doing your job. Thank you.”
I walked into my office and sat at my desk, Samantha followed and stood obediently just inside the door in case I needed anything. John Preston had sent over a revised contract that was unacceptable, he knew it was. He was the kind of guy who wanted to be wined and dined and this was his way of saying that he expected a little something extra if he were to agree to the original terms. He was a real pain in my ass and if his company wasn’t one of my biggest accounts I would have told him to fuck himself. Instead, I picked up the phone and gave him a call.
John was English and his grandfather had started what was now one of the largest manufacturing companies in Hong Kong, John was about 10 years older than me and ran the Shanghai division. After a little bullshitting I told him I was planning to fly out there and that I would love to get together for dinner.
“Samantha, cancel my appointments for the next two days and make travel arrangements for Shanghai. We’ll leave this evening”
“Of course Sir”
When things like this came up I was glad that Sarah was capable of running the house and taking care of Nikki. I phoned Jack and told him I needed to head out of town, he said he would hold off on nigger slave’s ‘cherry popping ceremony’ for my return. What a friend.
Samantha made the travel arrangements which included booking the company jet and making reservations at the Shanghai International Hotel. I kept luggage on the jet so I could quickly leave, Samantha had prepacked bags as well.
“Our flight leaves in one hour Sir.”
“Thank you Samantha. I’m going to take a shower and get ready, we’ll leave in 30 minutes.”
“Would you like me to join you Sir?”
“No thanks, just ready yourself to leave.”
“Of course Sir.”
I took a long shower and washed off the day’s activities that had seemed so long ago now. After drying off I walked out of the bathroom that was attached to my office naked. Samantha was far passed the point of being surprised by this sight, she dressed me in a fresh suit and we walked down to the car waiting to take us to the airport.
Gently placing her hand on my thigh Samantha sexily asked “Would you like anything sir?”
She was referring not just to getting me a drink or reviewing our agenda but also to any sexual service I might want. I declined and closed my eyes. I was pissed off that I had to make this trip, I needed an outlet for my anger but I of course couldn’t take out that kind of aggression on Samantha. Luckily I knew a place in Shanghai where I could. In fact, going there was the purpose of this trip.
The Company Jet was comprised of a 10 rows of two seats on either side of the center aisle, in the back there were four private rooms each with two large reclining seats and a private bathroom. Samantha and I entered one of them and got ready for takeoff.
“Sir?” Samantha asked once we had gotten in the air. She knew she didn’t have to say anything else, and I nodded my head. Positioning herself on the floor in front of my seat she took my pants off and gingerly grasped my dick in one hand and my balls in the other. Gently tickling them for a bit with her hands before she bent forward and began to place kisses along my shaft. The kisses progressed to licks and before long she had my entire shaft in her mouth and was and she was happily sucking away. I leaned back in my chair and relaxed, only Sarah knew how to take care of me better.
I woke up to Samantha gently stroking my face. Jesus, how long had I slept?
“We’re getting ready to land Sir.”
“Oh .. uh ok, thank you” I groaned still half asleep, she giggled.
A driver picked us up at the airport and drove us to the hotel. It was early evening and I would be meeting John in a couple of hours.
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