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Avery’s black stiletto heel made a sharp, clicking sound as it hit the cold tiled floor. Her long pale legs threw themselves forward in long strides and her curvy hips moved along with the speed, except for her hands that clutched tightly a blue folder against her chest that contained her documents.

Bead-like drops of sweat trickled down her face soiling her perfect makeup leaving just the crimson-red lipstick she wore to complement her professional look.

She wore a gray blouse with a slight V-neck that sat comfortably on her firm bosoms and a black plain knee-length skirt that hugged her body tightly giving her legs a hard time getting to the interview area early.

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She reached into her purse and brought out a neatly folded handkerchief, she dabbed her face gently with it while trying to maintain her composure. Her legs soon brought her to the interview lounge where a close number of 20 individuals sat waiting for their names to be called.

Seeing that they had all occupied the seats, she stood by the white wall and leaned against it to support herself.

Avery tapped the tip of her heels on the ground rhythmically, a soothing habit when she was nervous but she didn't seem to notice that the sharp sound was pissing off the angry individuals.

A soft tap pulled her back to reality as she flinched at the stranger's touch. Instinctively she turned to see a beautiful brunette with rosy cheeks.

“You...your shoes,” she glanced down at Avery's dancing toes. “Can you stop doing that?” she requested politely but there was hint of anger in her voice..

Avery’s eyes followed the brunette’s eyes back to her face. “Oh, I'm deeply sorry.” she apologized, her voice a soft British whisper. “It happens whenever I'm nervous.”

The brunette’s tightened jaw softened. “I understand, I'm nervous too.”

“Really? How do you manage to remain calm? Please tell me your secret.” Avery whispered as she noticed the sharp glares from the people with her.

“Well,” the brunette glanced back and forth between the people in front of her and the hallway. She gestured for Avery to bring her ear closer to her mouth. Avery brought her left ear closer to the brunette lips. “Think of your man in lingerie.” The brunette whispered.

A loud giggle escaped Avery’s lips before she was able to control her laughter.

“Really?” Avery asked in between a muffled laughter and the brunette nodded. “I'm Avery. Avery Hamilton.”

The brunette smiled, “British huh? The accent sold you out. I am Eleanor Campbell.”

“British? You didn't strike me as one.” Avery teased.

“Damn. Guess I need to try hard.” They both shared a laugh before Eleanor spoke. “I was born and raised in America but of British descent.”

“Cool,” Avery replied before glancing at her watch impatiently. “How long has it been?” she looked back at Eleanor.

Eleanor shrugged her shoulders, “I don't know. I came in 5 minutes before you.”

A wide smile broke out of Avery’s lips exposing her left cheek dimple. “Then we are fucked.”

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The conference room was filled with an air of anticipation as the company board, led by the CEO, gathered to hear pitches from interested individuals competing for the position of CEO's secretary. The room was large and modern, with a large wooden table at its center, surrounded by high-backed leather chairs.

At the head of the table, the CEO, a middle-aged man with a commanding presence, sat with a stern expression, his icy blue eyes fixed intently on the incoming candidate. A beautiful redhead with bright striking red heart-shaped lips. To his right and left sat the other members of the board, each with a notepad and pen at the ready.

As the candidate, Avery, walked in to present her pitch, the room fell silent. A man in a tailored suit collected her folder and walked over to the CEO’s end to give it to him.

Avery took a deep breath, smoothed out her dress, and began to speak in a confident, clear voice. Her eyes wandered around the room before landing briefly on the middle-aged man. His sharp striking facial features made her heart skip. As he flicked his lower lip with the tip of his tongue, Avery shivered involuntarily. They held each other’s gaze for a couple of seconds before Avery averted her gaze.

"Good morning, esteemed members of the board," Avery started. "I am thrilled to be here today to present my ideas on how I can contribute to the growth and success of this company as the CEO's secretary."

The CEO’s gaze returned to her as her British accent caught his attention. He stared shamelessly ignoring the burning stare beside him. His wife.

Avery walked over to a large screen behind her, where a presentation was projected. She clicked a remote, and the screen came to life, displaying a series of slides that highlighted her qualifications, experience, and ideas for improving the company's sales.

"As a highly organized and detail-oriented individual, I believe I can bring significant value to this role," Avery explained, as she navigated through her presentation. "My experience in marketing and customer service has given me a unique understanding of what drives sales and how to build strong relationships with clients."

The board members listened intently, their eyes scanning the slides and taking notes. The CEO leaned forward, his expression unreadable.

"One of my key ideas is to implement a new customer relationship management system," Avery continued. "This would enable us to better track customer interactions, identify areas for improvement, and tailor our sales approach to meet the unique needs of each client."

As Avery presented her presentation with sweaty palms that she kept rubbing on her skirt, the board members nodded thoughtfully, their expressions a mixture of interest and doubt.

The CEO leaned back in his chair, steepled his fingers, and spoke in a deep, resonant voice, his eyes scanning her body.

"Thank you...” he flipped open the folder and his eyes scanned the first page. “Miss Avery Hamilton. That was a good presentation. Can you tell me, how you plan to measure the success of your ideas, and what kind of return on investment you expect to see?"

Avery's confident smile dropped but it returned like it never left. She straightened her shoulders ready to address the CEO's questions. The board members leaned forward, eager to hear her response, as the interview continued.

“Pardon me Sir, but my name is pronounced eye-la, not Avery. I hope you don't mind.”

He smiled tightly and shook his head, “Not at all. Go on. Miss Hamilton.” his gaze was still fixed on her.

Avery took a moment to collect her thoughts before responding. “To measure the success of my ideas. I plan to...” a loud beep reverberated from the phone in her left palm. She glanced down to look at the phone without anybody noticing but the contents of the message made her cuss. “Fuck.” The word left her lips before her brain could comprehend what was going on.

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“You plan to fuck?” a sultry thick familiar voice brought her back to reality.

She raised her head and her eyes swept across the other curious eyes staring at her.

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Xavier’s impatient gaze couldn't leave the redhead who stood thinking of how to defend her words. He could feel his wife's burning stare but didn't bother to look at her. She had a little argument and she fought to be here.

She told Xavier that she must be present when he chooses his secretary. Xavier saw no problem with that, but she has been rejecting his potential applicants for no reason. Xavier was growing impatient and was tired of the torture. He knew she wanted to reject the redhead too, and Avery kind of gave her a just reason to, but Xavier was tired.

“Speak child,” Brenda, the wife urged Avery. “You said you plan to fuck.”

“No...no ma’am. I received an overwhelming message and the word escaped my lips involuntarily. I am sorry for such a vulgar word.”

“What was the content of the message that made you lose your guard?” Brenda battered her eyelashes vigorously as she looked at Avery.

Avery opened her mouth to speak but no words were formed. Xavier stepped in.

“Brenda, you are scaring the child,” he turned to face Avery. “Continue.”

Brenda rolled her eyes but didn't say a word. Her vicious glare sips Avery up.

Avery squared her shoulders in readiness to speak again. “I plan to track key performance indicators such as sales growth, consumer satisfaction, and retention rates. I also propose to conduct regular review sessions with the sales team to identify areas for improvement and adjust our strategy accordingly.”

Xavier nodded thoughtfully, his expression unreadable. “And what kind of return on investment do you expect to see?”

Avery opened her mouth to speak but the ping sound from her phone interrupted her but she resisted the urge to look at whatever it was again.

“Based on the industry bench...”

“It seems like you have a lot more important things to handle. Why don't you wait outside?” Brenda cut her off.

“Ma?” Avery asked confusedly.

“You are dismissed,” Brenda said in a cold, strict voice.

“I...Ma’am.” Avery stuttered helplessly but Brenda gestured toward the door for Avery to leave.

Avery bowed her head slightly and turned to leave. Brenda’s voice echoed from behind her. “She is not fit for the job.”

Tears fell from Avery’s eyes as she walked out of the boardroom.

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As she stepped into the waiting lounge, Eleanor ran to her. She scanned her face before pulling her in for a warm hug.

“The lady’s words got you, huh?” she said rhetorically.

Avery pulled away and sniffled back her tears, “She was mean to you too?”

“Oh darling, she was mean to everyone in skirts.” Eleanor chuckled as she replied to Avery. “I pray to not be a jealous wife in the future.”

“That makes sense,” Avery exclaimed. “I thought she was a random senior employee responsible for the interview.”

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“No, she is the first lady,” Eleanor said. “What made you receive her venom? I'm curious as to what an innocent girl like you must have done to tick off the bomb.”

Avery glanced around them to make sure nobody was close by, then she showed her phone to Eleanor who gasped loudly as she saw the message.

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“You guys are dismissed,” Xavier ordered the board members to leave.

“Stay,” Brenda countered but the board members chose to listen to their boss.

They packed their belongings and fled the scene.

“Why are you here today, Brenda?” Xavier asked, loosening his tie.

“To watch my husband choose a suitable secretary. Thank goodness I was here. Look at how the girls in this generation dress with no common sense of morality.”

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Xavier huffed, “Next time, stay at home.”

“How can you say that? I'm your wife and...”

“Soon to be an Ex-wife,” he glanced at her with a stern expression.

Brenda rolled her eyes, “Well you don't have to be mean about it.”

“This is my working hour, Brenda. Can we discuss more at home? I have a secretary to hire.”

“Discuss more at home? Lies,” Brenda scoffed. “Well at least don't pick the redhead. She is a distract...”

“Perfect choice.” Xavier chimed in. “Jude,” Xavier called out and a young man in his late twenties entered the office.

“Sir,” he answered, awaiting Xavier’s command.

“Call in Miss Hamilton.”

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Avery waltzed joyfully into her house, she hummed an old melody that had been stuck with her since her days of being in the orphanage. She opened her living room door to a big surprise.

Her 6-foot boyfriend was naked with a red bow tied to his dangling shaft.

“Surprise!” he exclaimed, popping a glitter gun that sent specks of shimmers into the air.

“Jackie? What is all this?” Avery walked in, her eyes scanning the lightly decorated room. Two parallel lines of candles trailer down to their bedroom door.

She walked in between the lines in surprise, glancing left and right.

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“Well, you got the job,” he responded happily.

“A job you almost made me lose,” Avery argued with a hint of anger in her voice.

“Fuck, I'm sorry.” he hugged her from behind, the bow in his dick tickled her ass which made her flinch.

“I mean who sends their girlfriend a nude picture during an interview?”

“I wanted to ease the tension,” he said, kissing her neck.

“Bad timing. You ruined my interview.”

“I'm sorry.” he apologized, turning her to face him. “Apology accepted?”

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“I can't stay mad at you forever, can I? And besides, I got the job regardless.”

“So let's celebrate,” he said, removing her shirt.

“Jackie, not now. I'm tired,” Avery groaned.

“Let me ease your stress, babe. Come to Daddy.”

He pulled off her shirt and skirt in a swift second, then carried her over his shoulder to the bedroom.

“Can you remove the bow on your dick?” Avery asked, her eye fixed on the rope holding the bow in place.

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“Nope. I want you to unwrap your present. Don't ruin the fun.”

Avery rolled her eyes and sighed in anticipation of the boring sex that was about to happen.

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Jackson strode into their bedroom and threw Avery on the bed. He spread her legs apart and knelt in between the space.

“You can open your present now,” Jackie said, biting his bottom lips.

Avery drew closer, her hands gently went behind Jackson and undid the knot. The bow fell off revealing Jackson’s hard-on. Avery closed her eyes and inhaled sharply.

“Yes. Get ready to take in Daddy’s cock.” Jackie's words echoed in her mind but his face was replaced with that of Xavier.

Avery felt her cunt throbbing at the image in her head. A naked Xavier with a veiny bulging dick. She flicked the tip with her tongue, making Xavier shudder.

Her legs twitched as Jackson thrust his dick into her, her eyes flung open but instead of seeing Jackie’s face. She saw her sweaty, hot boss thrusting deep into her cunt.

Avery ran breathlessly across the lobby toward the elevator that was closing rapidly. As Avery got closer, she threw her purse in between the edge of the door and the wall. The door automatically reversed, and she stepped into the almost empty elevator.

Removing the sticking strands from her face, she put them behind her ears.

“I'm really sorry,” she apologized to the person in the elevator without looking as she bent down to pick up her purse.

“You’re late,” the calm, resonant familiar voice evoked fear in Avery. It was her new boss, Xavier Cross.

Yesterday, she had thought about him while having sex with her boyfriend, she even came. A rare thing that happens in her sexual life. Now, she has her ass up facing him.

What more embarrassment can she ask for? Blood rushed up her face, tainting her pale cheeks red.

Slowly, she raised her upper body after picking up her purse but she didn't turn to face him.

“Apologies Sir,” she said, biting her lower lip in shame.

“No excuse?” Xavier asked from behind her.

Avery shook her head slightly to the sides, “But I promise it won’t happen again.”

“Good,” Xavier replied, flicking his lower lip with the tip of his tongue while looking at Avery’s back.

“Don't you have anything to show or tell me?” Xavier asked, tugging at his black dotted with white tie.

“Ermm...” Avery stuttered, her thoughts roaming. What does he want her to say? That she had a wet dream about him or that even after sex with her boyfriend who left for work, she moaned his name while using a vibrator.

Wait... her boyfriend doesn't have a job. ”That bastard,” she thought.

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“Don’t keep me waiting, Miss Hamilton. Where is my schedule for today's work?” Xavier asked with an arched brow, his eyes moved from her body to the elevator lever ascending number. They were getting closer to the top floor.

“Fuck.” Avery mumbled.

She had thought the wrong thing. Avery pulled out a notebook from her purse and turned around to give it to Xavier, who received it with a scowl on his face.

Xavier’s eyes scanned the notebook, he flicked his index finger with the tip of his tongue and flipped the notebook, page by page till he got to an empty page. Xavier glanced at her briefly from under his eyelashes and nodded.

“Not bad.” he closed the notebook and handed it back to Avery. “I see you love the phrase fuck.”

“Excuse me?”

“Can you mind the way you use the word?” Xavier requested, his striking icy blue orbs boring into hers.

“Oh, I'm sorry Sir. I will do as you command.” Avery stuttered nervously.

Xavier tilted his head slightly to the side, his eyes scanning her from head to toe. She wore a button-up black blazer and plain tailored trousers.

“Is this your first time working as a secretary?”

“No Sir.”

“Why do you respond...”

Xavier swallowed his words as the elevator opened, revealing his wife behind the door. Brenda smiled brightly as she saw him.

Avery bowed her head as she saw Brenda and a few board members behind her. She glanced back at Xavier, who nodded a go-ahead for her to leave.

She walked away from the tension-building area, toward her new office, outside the CEO’s office.

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“Oh yes...pound my cunt harder, my lord. YES. I'm cumming. Don't stop!” the petite girl beneath the 6-foot Jackson screamed in pleasure.

Jackson spanked her ass, leaving a palm imprint on it. The girl yelped in pleasure. She arched her waist and widened her legs to fit him fully. He had her on all four.

“Oh, you dirty slut. You love this, huh?” he thrusts deeper in a faster motion. Grunting and moaning filled the cramped room.

“Yess...Don’t stop!” the girl urged.

Jackson grabbed her bobbing breasts roughly from behind, pinching and squeezing her nipples.

The girl bit her lower lip harder as the ecstasy became too much to bear. She rode her hip along with Jackson’s, grinding and rubbing her clit on his balls. She reached down to her cunt, and she started rubbing her clit vigorously.

With his dick still deep into her, Jackson flipped her to her side and pulled her to the edge of the bed.

This gave a better view of her pussy. He rubbed her clit, using their glinting juice as lubrication.

The lady moaned in intense pleasure, “I'm cumming!!”

“Not yet,” Jackson grunted. He pulled out his cock slowly out of her cunt, and rubbed the tip on her entrance.

“Hmm,” the girl groaned in pleasure, she reached for her cunt but Jackson removed her hand.

Instead of inserting his dick into her cunt, he dug it deep into her butthole, earning a loud moan from her. He started with a slow and deep thrust but after a few seconds, he picked up his pace. While butt fucking her, he fingered her cunt mercilessly.

“Don’t stop...don’... I'm cumming...oh fuckk,” she moaned with clenched teeth. “Please, Jay... I can't... it's...”

“We. Will. Cum. Together.” Jackson grunted. “I'm almost...almost...cum for me baby.”

They both buc