I sat in my office at the top of the building. I own the law firm; it has done well over the last few months and is beginning to look at expansion into three other cities. In the past I had managed most of the case work myself however now I’m finding it difficult to keep on top of my current legal dealings and the paperwork. I finally decided that I’m going to have to hire another paralegal. The law firm has several already who deal with everything but with the expansion into other cities I’m going to need one to deal with all the information that will be going specifically through my office.

I sent downstairs and arranged for the job advert to go out, both internally and externally to see what potential there is that can fill the post. Within a few days my office had received nearly fifty applications. Five of those are from internal, already existing staff so they went to the top of the pile then I picked five others that seem the most promising. Just before the day of the interviews I’m in the bar with a friend who asked me a favor. One of his poker buddies had a wife who had been at a small law firm for a while and unfortunately her job was gone so she was looking for work. He had suggested that he would put in a good work as he knew my law firm was expanding.

I normally wouldn’t have bothered and simply apologized but by the sounds of it this woman had quite a bit of experience and I had been fucked out of a job before so I agreed, checked my calendar and decided I can fit one more appointment in at the end of the day. The next day came and I sat in my office. Dressed in my usual conservative but smart black suit and tie I knew I can cut an imposing figure. I’m more relaxed today and smiling as I interviewed the different individuals putting them at their ease as they discussed their qualities. There are a couple straight off I didn’t like the attitude of and while polite I knew they wouldn’t be coming back, a couple aren’t suitable despite the weeding out process for what I had in mind and there are a couple of outstanding candidates. I’m quite tired when I walked to the door to let in the final candidate.

I open the door looking round, sitting on one of the chairs nearby is the final lady. ” Troian?” I ask with a smile, painting on my professional face again as she stood smiling and walks over to shake my hand. At six foot five inches tall I’m reasonably built compared with most people but this petite woman must have been around five foot two and as a result when I smile down at her I’m instantly distracted by the soft swell of her breasts I see through the unbuttoned top of her blouse, topped off with the hints of a black lace bra cupping them to make them so deliciously tempting looking. I cough and got my eyes back under control and led her through to my office closing the door behind me softly. As they got to my desk and she sat down I made my way round to my side of the desk and offered her a drink explaining it had been a long day with a laugh. She politely declines and I pick up the file that had been emailed to me with her last minute application.

One thing I did note with regret is the wedding ring on her finger while surreptitiously looking her over. I had known of course as his friend had mentioned it was the poker buddies wife but there is always the possibility that she might be unhappy. Looking at her I can wish she is. Petite the way I like them, curvy but not too much so with an amazing looking rack, her face is gorgeous and when she smiles she is stunning. I admired her curves, emphasised by the blouse and the professional and yet almost naught skirt with stockings she is wearing. I hadn’t remembered to look but I’m sure her shoes would be utterly suitable and yet still heeled and very sexy.

Checking the notes again I wrenched my mind away from the myriad of dirty thoughts running through my head that I would love to do to this woman given half a chance and start to run through the questions about my plans for the firm, what her job (if she got it) would entail and what other skills she might be able to bring to the table. I realized with a shock we had been discussing for almost an hour and that most of the other staff would have gone home. I had intended to keep it short but found myself reluctant to finish the interview. Finally there is nothing left to discuss and I thanked her for coming. Standing and shaking her hand. She is at least as qualified as two others and it would be a difficult decision. I tried to think dispassionately about it but kept coming back to the very sexy lips she kept smiling at him with. Could he cope with seeing those on a daily basis and not having them wrapped around my currently uncomfortably hard cock.

I walk her to the door and just as I reach for the handle she put her hand on my arm. ” Thank you for this chance, I realize it was very last minute and you were very generous to give me the interview. If there is anything else I can do to persuade you I am the right candidate for the job you just have to say…” She smiles up at me, hair stunning, lips so sexy and yet looking so innocent!
I can’t resist anymore pushing her up against the door. To hell with the consequences. I lean down kissing her hard, gratified to find her pushing back against me kissing me back. As my tongue explores her mouth I feel her melting into me. My hands roaming over her body, sliding over her stocking covered thighs, up over her hips to grip her back, further up to cup those magnificent breasts and then up into her hair, grabbing her hair to tilt her head back further.

My breath is hot on her neck as I keep her head craned backwards, my lips sliding down below her ear, kissing my way down as my fingers deftly undid the buttons on her blouse. She is making soft little mewling sounds as I kiss her exposed skin, finally her blouse is undone and I quickly slid it off her shoulders dropping it to the floor. Her gorgeous full breasts stood now, framed in the black bra, her soft skin begging to be taken into my mouth which I did, dropping to my knees to bury my face in her tits kissing, nibbling and biting…