They hired me to be Mr. Rottenger's "Girl Friday", you know, a general assistant, helping him where ever, and however, I can. Sure, he was a little older than me, but why would I care? I was just his assistant, right?
Well, it turns out, he was quite capable of many things himself. How I was to assist him was in other ways. Things, that weren't normally needed in the office.
I was going to resist until he took me on holiday with him to Bermuda. Then it was off to the Mediterranean off of some of the Greek isles.
He flew me when he needed me, to where ever he was. Japan, Brazil, France, I've been all over in his private jets.
He kept me in the nicest of clothes when we were out, and he kept me out of them when we weren't.
I had heard from other girls about how lucky I was. Mr. Rottenger was kind, and still a handsome man. Not all of the girls at the agency were so lucky, it seems.
So I stayed with him, being his girl Friday, however I could.
He called me to fly to his new boat for the weekend. I knew to pack light, as he'd have what I needed. However, when I got to the heliport, the pilot handed me a packaged.
"Mr. Rottenger has requested you wear this madame," he said. I took it from him and found a place to change.
There wasn't much to it, really. A nice overcoat, a hat, stockings, and who could forget the high heels.
I knew what the plan for the weekend was... it was me.
I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror, then, feeling a bit wicked, I walked back to the helicopter with the sash not fully drawn.
The pilot's eyes got wide. "It's a little hot to wear the coat, don't you think?"
"What ever you say, ma'am," he replied with a twinkle in his eye.
I knew what he'd be thinking about tonight.
We took the 20 minute flight out to the yacht. It was uneventful, minus the constant glances the pilot gave me. I'm sure he wanted more, but doing so would be dangerous to his job, and mine. Mr. Rottenger wanted what was his, and his along.
We got to the yacht, and I noticed he had a lot of friends. A lot more than you'd expect, given the outfit he gave me.
I went in and mingled with a couple, as was expected, but I was melting under the Caribbean sun while wearing this coat.
Mr. Rottenger came up behind me, and offer to take the coat from me. "Are you sure, sir? I thought you didn't like others to see..."
"We're all friends here," he said with a smile while looking at his guests.
I took off my coat, and immediately felt all of their eyes on me, staring at me. They didn't need to undress me, as I was already undressed.
"We've got a big deal on the table tonight," he told me, as well as the crowd. "The winner will get use of my special assistant for the rest of the weekend, provided that they also share..."
I wasn't sure what that meant, but feeling Mr. Rottenger's hand on my ass didn't calm me any either.
We all went down below, and I found that the other guys all had brought their "assistants" as well. Most were dressed like me. Some in a little more, or some in a little less.
I was nervous. They were all beautiful, and seemed to be calm, which meant they were more experienced at this than I was.
The guys all went in a room by themselves, leaving us girls alone to chat. We talked quietly, for fear of being a distraction.
"You're with Mr. Rottenger?" asked a girl who came up to me. Her name was Clarice.
"Just so you know, you've been lucky so far. However, at events like this, everything changes... and he'll probably be done with you."
I looked at her in shock.
"I just thought you should know. He doesn't like to share, or use something after someone else has played with it."
"I wasn't a virgin..."
"That's not what I meant. These business deals are a bit of something else. They like fresh meat, and so they trade us for the weekend, exploring new options... and he never likes going back. If he does well at the game, he might keep you and you play with another girl. Like I said, if he wins..."
"Wins..."
"Yeah, they're back their playing poker... and we're the chips," she informed me. Oh, it made so much sense now. I was a little scared to see what would become of it.
The longer the game went, the more concerned I was.
After a little over two hours, the doors opened. All the girls stopped talking and turned to learn their fate.
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Well, it turns out, he was quite capable of many things himself. How I was to assist him was in other ways. Things, that weren't normally needed in the office.
I was going to resist until he took me on holiday with him to Bermuda. Then it was off to the Mediterranean off of some of the Greek isles.
He flew me when he needed me, to where ever he was. Japan, Brazil, France, I've been all over in his private jets.
He kept me in the nicest of clothes when we were out, and he kept me out of them when we weren't.
I had heard from other girls about how lucky I was. Mr. Rottenger was kind, and still a handsome man. Not all of the girls at the agency were so lucky, it seems.
So I stayed with him, being his girl Friday, however I could.
He called me to fly to his new boat for the weekend. I knew to pack light, as he'd have what I needed. However, when I got to the heliport, the pilot handed me a packaged.
"Mr. Rottenger has requested you wear this madame," he said. I took it from him and found a place to change.
There wasn't much to it, really. A nice overcoat, a hat, stockings, and who could forget the high heels.
I knew what the plan for the weekend was... it was me.
I smiled as I looked at myself in the mirror, then, feeling a bit wicked, I walked back to the helicopter with the sash not fully drawn.
The pilot's eyes got wide. "It's a little hot to wear the coat, don't you think?"
"What ever you say, ma'am," he replied with a twinkle in his eye.
I knew what he'd be thinking about tonight.
We took the 20 minute flight out to the yacht. It was uneventful, minus the constant glances the pilot gave me. I'm sure he wanted more, but doing so would be dangerous to his job, and mine. Mr. Rottenger wanted what was his, and his along.
We got to the yacht, and I noticed he had a lot of friends. A lot more than you'd expect, given the outfit he gave me.
I went in and mingled with a couple, as was expected, but I was melting under the Caribbean sun while wearing this coat.
Mr. Rottenger came up behind me, and offer to take the coat from me. "Are you sure, sir? I thought you didn't like others to see..."
"We're all friends here," he said with a smile while looking at his guests.
I took off my coat, and immediately felt all of their eyes on me, staring at me. They didn't need to undress me, as I was already undressed.
"We've got a big deal on the table tonight," he told me, as well as the crowd. "The winner will get use of my special assistant for the rest of the weekend, provided that they also share..."
I wasn't sure what that meant, but feeling Mr. Rottenger's hand on my ass didn't calm me any either.
We all went down below, and I found that the other guys all had brought their "assistants" as well. Most were dressed like me. Some in a little more, or some in a little less.
I was nervous. They were all beautiful, and seemed to be calm, which meant they were more experienced at this than I was.
The guys all went in a room by themselves, leaving us girls alone to chat. We talked quietly, for fear of being a distraction.
"You're with Mr. Rottenger?" asked a girl who came up to me. Her name was Clarice.
"Just so you know, you've been lucky so far. However, at events like this, everything changes... and he'll probably be done with you."
I looked at her in shock.
"I just thought you should know. He doesn't like to share, or use something after someone else has played with it."
"I wasn't a virgin..."
"That's not what I meant. These business deals are a bit of something else. They like fresh meat, and so they trade us for the weekend, exploring new options... and he never likes going back. If he does well at the game, he might keep you and you play with another girl. Like I said, if he wins..."
"Wins..."
"Yeah, they're back their playing poker... and we're the chips," she informed me. Oh, it made so much sense now. I was a little scared to see what would become of it.
The longer the game went, the more concerned I was.
After a little over two hours, the doors opened. All the girls stopped talking and turned to learn their fate.
Please like and/or sharing the story for others to find. Thanks.
Like stories like this, try one of our collections of short stories, like A Torrid Office Affair: A Friday Funday (https://amzn.to/3ng9dF2), available on Amazon. Each book has 10 or more short stories in it designed to get your blood pumping in the best ways possible. All of our books are free under the Kindle Unlimited plan, or really cheap for those with just the kindle. (Kindle app is available under on your preferred app store, as well as your computer.)
Want to see everything that's available: Jamie's Erotic Book Collection (https://amzn.to/2wUExm4)
And don't forget there are a couple of awesome Kindle Vella stories there as well.
Tags: #business #vacation #keptgirl #party #orgy ... See more
