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 Ronald - Part Two

   By Timberwolf

   The usual disclaimers apply here.  If you're too young to read this kind
of material, go away.  Everything you read here never happened, except in
my imagination.

   The Author does not condone child abuse in any way, shape, or form.  If
you enjoy hurting children, I would enjoy hurting you.



   Right then!  Back into the story, shall we?  You looking a bit pale,
mate!  You should sleep more, get some sun on you, and eat a bit better. 
I'll get my maid to make you something while you work.  Shut up!  You're
eating something, or we call it quits right here and now!  (Nodding).  I
thought so, do what you're told, makes me happy.  Now, where were we?

   Oh, yes!  Tera and her little minx of a daughter had gone home, and Anne
and I had gone to bed.  That's a good place to start!  You mentioned I
didn't elaborate on what those two horny females did to me at the birthday
party.  Oh, you don't mind while Anne sits in for a while, do you?  She's
off school today, she's got the menstrual cramps something bad today, so I
made her stay home, the school knows!

   No, she doesn't mind me talking about it, it's a natural part of life,
so why bloody well hide the fact?  It makes you uncomfortable?  And you a
grown man?!  Fuck!

   God, look at her!  Just in panties again, and those tits of hers are a
fucking turn-on, don't you think?  Anne, love, don't tease the man, he's
trying to work!  What?  You want to see his cock?  Why do you want to see
his cock?  Oh, fuck, go on then!  Get it out of your system!  You don't
mind, do you son?  She's going through another bloody phase, and she's as
curious as a cat!

   Hahaha!  See the bloody look on your face!  Looks like you're a bloody
tomato, and just as ripe!  Stop fidgeting, boy, and let her see your bloody
cock, for Christ's sake!  There, that's better.  Oh, fuck, Anne, you didn't
say you were going to do that!  I'll make us a drink, and leave you alone
till you're finished, shall I?  Okay, lad, have fun.  Hmm, she's really
good at sucking, isn't she?  Mary taught her well!

   Tick tock, tick tock.

   Right, now that you're calmed down, let's get on with it!  Good to see
you with a smile on your face!  Anne, tell Roberta to make us some lunch,
will you, love?  Thanks babe, Love you.  The maid?  Yes, she's new, hired
her just after you left last month.  What took you so long to get back to
me, anyway?  Oh.  Your editor.  Say no more.  This house is too big, and it
takes a fucking long time to clean!  Roberta lives on the property, and she
stays in the guesthouse, all hers, and we don't go out there unless
invited. A woman's got to have her privacy, mate.

   How did I meet her?  Well, she was looking for work, and didn't want to
hook for a living.  I saw her in the main street, and she was crying,
sitting on a seat outside a department store.  They turned her bloody
application down, said she wasn't qualified enough!  For what, packing
shelves and putting up with rowdy yobs who didn't have a fucking brain cell
between them?

   She's a pretty little thing, well, not little!  You should see her
boobs! Thirty-four D, and firm, so bloody firm!  Cute figure, nice arse,
and long brunette hair.  I love brunettes!  Other colours are great as
well, but a brunette does it for me every time!

   I saw her there, crying like I said, and we went up to her, Anne's hand
in mine, and I asked her what was wrong.  You see a woman crying, you
automatically think boyfriend trouble, right?  But she was desperate for
work, didn't want to hook, and that left her options very limited.  So I
asked her what qualifications she had, and Roberta told me she'd graduated
college, got a masters in economics and IT, but the job market like it is,
people with qualifications like that are a dime a dozen out there.

   So, me, I automatically think I need a maid, but a bit reluctant to ask
her, you see, because she might think that the job was beneath her.  A very
pretty girl, with a bright mind, and looking for better than she had, and a
maid's job?  Well, not very flattering for her if you know what I mean. 
Well, Anne tells me to ask her, so I did, and she just sat there, and
looked at me in shock.  She thought I was taking the piss, and she wasn't
happy, I can tell you!

   So I tell her, you come up to the house, have a look, and if she wasn't
interested, no hard feelings, and good luck out there.  She did, come out I
mean, and when she saw the size of the house, she had to come in and
investigate the place.  She asked me questions, the usual, what were her
duties, how much she was going to be paid, did she have to commute to work
every day, or was it a part-time thing?  I asked about her living
arrangements, and she tells me she was flatting, but found it hard to meet
the rent every month.

   So, I think of the guesthouse, and as it was just sitting there, never
being used and gathering dust, I offered that as her live-in accomodation.
We go out to look at it, and by the time she left to pack her things, I had
a live-in maid, and we were all happy!  I put the internet on for her.  Got
her a brand new laptop and computer.  She cried when I had them delivered,
and she was all confused when the guy told she had to sign for it, as it
was in her name!  I look after my people.  Now Anne has more free time, and
her and Roberta get along like a house on fire!

   Roberta knows about my love-life, and doesn't say a word about it. 
Shook her up a bit, in the beginning, when she walks in and sees Anne is on
her knees blowing me, but after Anne sat her down and we talked to her,
she's right as rain with it.  She loosened up after that.  Turns out she
has a flirty streak, and is sexy to go with it!  Roberta walks around in
her panties as well, too, barefoot most of the time inside, and wearing a
maid's apron.  Oh, God, that turns me on!  First time she did it, all I
could do was stare.  She had a little smile on her face, and Christ, I
could smell her as she moved throughout the house.  Her juices are bloody
intoxicating!  Roberta is a hot little number, alright!

   Look, there she is now!  Morning, Roberta!  Meet a friend of mine, he's
writing my memoirs!  Say hello, lad, she wont bite you, unless you ask her
to!  Hmm.  That put your concentration off a little, didn't it?  Never
mind, keep your mind on the job, boy!

   Say, how do you manage to remember all this?  Oh.  A voice-recorder
doo-dad.  Good things to have for a writer!  Now, let me tell you about
that birthday party blowjob, and then we can get on to other things! 
There's a lot to tell you, so here we go!

   Leaving the girls playing outside, I'd gone in to make sure everything
was ready for the big finale, the giving of presents, and the showing of
the cake.  As I'd mentioned, Anne had never had a birthday party, ever in
her life, and I wanted this one to be the best she'd remember for the rest
of her life.  Well anyway, as I'm standing by the table talking to one of
the Mums, who was doing a bit of flirting, I feel a hand slip up behind me,
and caress my butt cheeks.  I look down, and Suzie looks up at me, an
innocent look on her face.

   I didn't say anything, and when the woman moves away, I ask Suzie what
is she up to?  She looks at me, and tells me nothing, but if I play my
cards right, I could be the one getting up to something, or someone!  She
laughs at that, and then her mum is there, asking how I'm getting along
with Suzie?  I tell her that Suzie has made me a very interesting
proposition, and they look at each other, and laugh".

   So, Tera takes my hand, and leads me into the laundry, and her daughter
closes the door, making sure no-one saw us go in there.  So while Tera is
kissing me, her twelve year old daughter is on her knees, undoing my pants!
To say I was surprised, well, that's no surprise.  When my jeans hit the
floor, my boxers following, Suzie latches on to me, and fuck me, but I
could just not believe what her mouth was doing to me!  I was hard and
straining at her in no time flat.  As we didn't have much time, both women
are on their knees, and swapping my cock between them!  First Tera would
suck me, then Suzie, and back and forth they went, until I was nearly
shooting in their faces!

   Tera, she takes me off her daughter, and tells her, "He's mine this
time!" and sucks me deep.  And I mean I feel her tonsils on my fat head. 
When I felt that, I shot into her mouth, and it was a gusher!  She didn't
even blink, but took it all, swallowing every drop, and when there was no
more, she hands me to the girl, who cleans me off with her tongue and
mouth. That was one hell of an experience, I can tell you!  They helped me
on with my pants, and my knees were buckling, and I was happy, but a little
unsteady on my pins!"

   Tera gives me her numbers, and tells me to call anytime, and they walk
off, hand in hand, giggling!  I was smiling all day after that.  A couple
of mothers looked at me strange, but I didn't dare share that bloody
secret! The rest you know, so thats that out of the way.

   As I had decided to retire from the business, I went looking for new
investments.  That's one of the things I've come to like about Roberta. 
She hears me talking about that, and does some homework without me knowing,
and the next day, she hands me a folder with a lot of paper in it, and
tells me that's a list of businesses and their stats that were up for sale,
the more likely at the front, going down the list until the so-so ones are
on the bottom.

   I wasn't sure what I was looking at, so she sat down, and went through
them with me, and blow me down, it all became clear.  So with her help, I
picked the most likely, and bought it.  I offered the job of PA to Roberta,
but she turned it down, and she tells me she has more fun teasing me by
being nearly naked every day!  So, she helped me place an ad for a Personal
Assistant, and I ran with it from there.

   Thirty-seven women, ranging in age from eighteen to forty-something
answered the advert in the paper, and nearly all of them turned up all
together for the first interview.  They were on guard immediately and
looking around in surprised disbelief when I had them all in the same
conference room I'd hired for that purpose.  When I had their full
concentration, I looked at them.  They sat in silence, and only a few
fidgeted in nervousnes.  I let that go, and when I spoke, I had their full
attention.  I told them I knew what it was like going to an interview, and
when you walked in the door all alone, you had no idea who your competition
was, so look around girls, I told them, and see who they were.  Most did
so.

   Those without a resume were automatically disqualified for the job.  I
asked them nicely to leave, thanked them for their turning up, and one girl
cried as she went out the door.  The rest were now nervous, wondering who
was going to be next.  Mind you, there were six who looked cool and calm as
they sat there, and I kept an eye on them, and watched their eyes, looking
to see how they reacted further to this unconventional way of doing things.

   I told them I was looking for a special type of woman, one who had no
ties, no husband or boyfriend, and no dependant children.  Those who fell
into that category, please leave now, thank you.  Most of them got up and
quietly left.  That left me with fourteen ladies, and my next
disqualification was that if they got the job, they would have no life of
their own.  They were mine, and my company's, twenty-four seven, ready to
go at a moment's notice to do anything or go anywhere I said, no matter the
time of the day or night.  Those who couldn't meet that criteria, please
leave now.  A further nine got up, and walked out the door.  That left only
five, and those five were part of the six I had my eye on.

   None of the other women had left empty handed, of course.  I had
envelopes for each of them, with petrol vouchers in them, and a gift
certificate to shop at an upmarket lingerie store.  Would you believe I got
several emails thanking me?

   So those five women sat there, all looking at me, and not moving their
heads to see what the others were doing.  I told them I was satisfied at
their self-control, and told them that they had some homework to do, and
when I'd looked at it, I would decide who got the job.  Their homework was
to write out the following for me, in their own hand-writing, what they had
to offer me, my company, and what they were going to do to help my company
to grow, and I wanted facts and figures.  They had to prove to me they
could do the job, and tell me in detail what they were going to do to win
the job.

   They needed to be a walking encyclopedia about my business, and if they
got the position, they needed to anticipate my every move.  They had to be
loyal and hardworking.  None of them blinked, and one woman, about twenty
seven, give or take, actually smiled at me!  She had a pad out, and was
taking notes, and her I definitely had my eye on, and not for the fact she
was a brunette, and her tits and body were fucking gorgeous!

   I told them to get up, there were snacks, coffee and tea provided for
them, and when they were ready, to head off, and take a tour of my
business. I didn't tell them where it was, I just told them the name of the
place.  The brunette didn't stop for a cuppa, she just walked out the door,
saying nothing to the other four, who watched each other like hawks.

   I had told my manager that some women might be calling around to look at
the place and to give them every assistance, holding nothing back.  A
quarter-hour later, I got a phone call from him to tell me that the first
one had turned up and was on the premises.  It was the brunette!

   She was taking notes, and asking questions he said, and she rose high in
my esteem!  I also noticed she had put her resume on my desk with a post-it
note on it that said, "Read Me!".  I did!

   My manager called me some time later while I was going through the
resume's, and he told me we may have a problem with Miss Brunette.  Her
name was Chloe Wilkinson, with amazing credentials, and she was indeed
twenty-seven.  She had been spoken to by one of the older men, and a crack
was made about her prowess in the bedroom.  She turned on him, and quietly,
and with supposed authority from me, promptly fired him.  She didn't back
down, and stood nose-to-nose with the miscreant, the manager told me.  The
guy had been with the company for thirteen years, and was known as a
troublemaker, but always seemed to get away with his needling and back-talk
of, and to, the management.

   I knew people like him.  Fair gives me the pip, watching them get ahead
in the company, always hanging in there, while those who weren't as nasty
by nature, good solid dependable people, were left by the wayside, or fired
because the blame was shifted onto them.  I was told that when a workmate
of his stood up for him, and said that no bloody strange bit of skirt was
going to talk like that to them, she fired his arse as well.  When I asked
the manager his thoughts on the matter, he said, "Let them go.  The place
might run better with them gone, and will prove a lesson to those of like
mind".

   So I told him I endorsed her actions, and to go with it as it stood, no
change.  I heard him call out and say to someone, "The Boss says you're
fired.  Fuck off!  Draw your pay and hit the bricks!"

   I liked this guy!

   The other four turned up not long after, and suddenly, no-one at the
factory was interested in five lovely rumps and five sets of boobs jiggling
about the place.  They kept an eye on them, of course, but no-one said a
word to them, unless approached and asked questions.  One girl didn't say a
word to anybody, didn't ask ayone any questions, just walking around and
looking at everything.  She was disqualified.  If someone can't ask
questions, even dumb ones, they won't learn anything.  I passed the word
for her to go home.

   That left four women to choose from.  All of their stats were
formidable, and I knew I had a tough time to make a decision, but that all
hung on the final result of the homework I had set for them.  They had
until the next Friday to complete it, and that week was a slow one for me,
because I was curious to know how they'd do!

   For their last interview, I spoke to them one-on-one, and by the end of
the day, I had two to choose from.  One was Chloe Wilkinson, and the other
was a redhead by the name of Katya, but don't ask me to pronounce her last
name, my mouth can't fit around it.  Eastern European, around the Baltic
states somewhere.  Katya was a green-eyed redhead, a big plus!, and
stunning, absolutely stunning!  Freckles everywhere, a cute button nose,
and a figure that wouldn't quit!  On top of an unearthly beauty, she had a
brain!  My God, but that girl is smart!  She makes the word, 'Nerd', an
accolade of the highest order!

   Both of the girls were of different personlaities, of course.  Katya was
the brains, and Chloe was the brawn, mentally, as well as personality-wise.
I was lost.  I had to let one go, and dissapoint her, but fucked if I knew
which one.  So in the end, I called them both to my home, and they greeted
each other civily, but they kept their distance between them, each knowing
she or the other girl was on the chopping block.

   I made them as confortable, and as we sat there, a drink in our hands, I
asked Chloe to give Katya a recommendation, and when she was finished, for
Katya to do the same for Chloe.  They gave me a blank look, and I told them
to believe that the other girl had got the job, and to praise her for doing
so, by listing her attributes, and the reasons why they thought she'd got
the job.  Reverse psychology.  It kept them on their toes, and it made them
think.  Chloe went pale, and if Katya wasn't so already, she would have.

   "Katya, Chloe", I said, "this isn't a game.  Speak as honestly as you
can, and make me believe you are really happy that the other girl got the
position.  I want to see you naked, in a metaphorical sense.  Open up, and
show me who you are".

   So Chloe took a deep breath, and started.  She was glowing of Katya's
looks, telling me, telling her, how beautiful she was, how she'd guessed
that she was smart, smart enough to have gotten this far, and after about
five minutes of speaking, praising the redhead, she fell silent, and hung
her head.  I could see unshed tears in her eyes, and with her mascara
threatening to run, Katya did the same.  By the time she was finished, both
girls had tears tracking down their cheeks.

   Then pulling themselves together, they sat straighter, and Chloe turned
to me, and told me straight, to tell them who got the job?  Who was going
to be my Personal Assistant, because, she told me, if I didn't tell them,
she would bloody well hit me!

   She wasn't joking.  I could see her little fist curling, and so I told
them that, okay, I'd made up my mind, and I'd tell them now, and not by
phone call or email.  They were tense, and then Katya's hand shifted, and
suddenly both girls were gripping the other's hand, offering and getting
support from the other, so with a grin, I said, Katya, and her eyes glowed,
and Chloe's face crumpled.  Chloe, I continued, and then they were both
confused now, "Girls", I told them, "you both have the job!" They
complimented each other on many levels, and they'd be working as a team
from now on.

   The two of them sat there for a millisecond, then they were hugging, and
jumping up and down on the spot like a pair of cheerleaders.  The tears
flowed freely as they babbled in happiness, congratulating each other. 
Then realising they were in the presence of their boss, they recovered
their shattered decorum, and were all business again.  I told them that if
they wanted to, they could go into town and celebrate, and hit Sparky's, an
upmarket bar, and anything they wanted, for as long as they wanted tonight,
was on me.  I'd call ahead, and let them know the two ladies would be
coming in and using my tab.

   I also told the shell-shocked twosome that they had the weekend off, and
that I'd see them first thing Monday morning, here at the house, and
together we'd go over their duties.

   "Oh, my God" Katya breathed, turning to an excited Chloe, "Sparky's! 
That the hottest place in town!  Can you imagine what my sister's going to
say when I tell her I'd actually got in the door?  She'll freak!" Then we
were all laughing, and then I shoo'd them out, and arm-in-arm they left,
chattering excitedly about clothes for the night out, shoes, and the hunks
that hung out there!  And by all accounts, when the bar closed in the early
hours, they had to be poured into taxi's to be taken home.  Heh, heh, heh!

   It was two very business-like ladies who turned up at my door at eight
o'clock Monday morning, and Roberta, who was in clothes for once, let them
in, and asked them to remove their shoes, and to follow her.  They were
suitably cowed, barefoot, and yet eager to start the day.  With a straight
face, Roberta asked me if she could wear her 'usual' uniform for the rest
of the day, as it would be more comfortable?  I told her to go ahead, as we
would be busy here for a while, and to bring a pot of hot coffee, please.

   Both of my new PA's raised their eyebrows at the mention of 'the usual
uniform', looking at the maid who was attired in a maid's uniform already,
but said nothing.  But when Roberta appeared with the coffee and three
cups, milk and sugar on a tray, Chloe choked, and Katya nearly fainted
seeing Roberta, who was smiling at them, in just her panties and apron!

   "Holy fucking Jesus!", Katya muttered, her eyes bugging out, and Chloe
went red, trying not to look at Roberta's hard-nippled strawberry-tipped
breasts hanging near them, level with their eyes.  Katya was breathing
hard, and she was openly staring at Roberta's body, especially her cute
round bum cheeks, and I swear she licked her lips, and almost reached out
to touch them.  I was smiling, watching the two ladies, and Roberta was
taking her time pouring the coffees, enjoying the attention from all of us.
As she walked away, both the ladies were watching her arse roll and sway,
and Roberta gave them a show that had both of them overheated, especially
as she walked on tiptoe, and her panty-covered pussy lips peeked out to
tantalize them.  Chloe almost scalded herself tring to dampen a parched
throat, and Katya was still staring at where Roberta had gone.

   "My God", Chloe said after she'd got her pulse back to normal, "does she
dress, if you can call it that, like that all the time?  Do you make her
dress like that is the important question, of course." I sat back, and told
them that Roberta dressed like that because she wanted to, she was happy
to, and she felt like a complete person for doing so.  I was happy for her,
because it made her happy.  Nothing, I told them, kept a person more on the
edge of life than watching a beautiful woman show herself as she was happy
to be seen, and if they hung around long enough, they'd see other, more
'different', sights!

   Chloe sighed, and muttered, "What the hell have we let ourselves in for,
Katya?"

   Katya just smiled, and looked at me, and her eyes had a wicked glint to
them.  "I don't care", she said.  "If I get to watch that lovely woman
every day, then I can call myself content with my life!"

   "You're not serious?" asked Chloe, her eyes shocked at what she was
told.

   "Of course I am", the redhead answered.  "I think its a turn-on to see a
half-naked woman wandering around!  I'm really going to love working for Mr
Burke!  I can't wait to see whats going to happen next!  Who knows", she
grinned lecherously, jabbing an elbow into Chloe's side, "maybe he's got a
harem stashed away here somewhere, and we can get to play with them!" Then
Katya cackled at the look of outrage on the brunettes face!

   I sighed, and told the girls, no harem sorry, but I smiled at them and
said I am working on it!  Chloe went outraged again but I was still
smiling, then she just had to smile, and when she did, she was lovely!  Her
redheaded counterpart was chortling with mirth, and with that, we got on
with our business meeting.  Both girls soon got used to seeing Roberta
coming and going, but everytime she came into the living room, Katya would
lose concentration, and her eyes would follow her jiggling boobs, and her
swishing butt.

   Roberta noticed Katya noticing her, and there seemed to be a wordless
conversation going on between them.  When I called a break, Chloe went
outside to have a smoke, and Roberta took Katya into the kitchen, and it
sure was silent in there!  I took a silent peek around the door, and they
were all over each other, kissing!  Their hands were busy groping tits and
pussies, and I got hard watching them.  What a lovely sight!  I went
outside for a breath of fresh air, and when she'd finished her smoke, Chloe
came to join me.

   "Do you have any more surprises for us, Mr Burke?  She asked.  "Seeing
your maid earlier was something I didn't expect.  Which brings up the
question, are you expecting us to wander around naked like her?  If so, I'm
afraid you're going to be disappointed with me, as I'm not going to do
that! My clothes are staying on, thank you very much!"

   "No", Chloe", I said.  "You can keep your clothes on if that makes you
happy.  I don't expect you to strip as soon as you walk through the door.
If you do, its because you want to, not because I want, or told, you to do
so".

   We stood there for a few minutes longer, then went inside, both of us
silent.  Katya and her paramour were back under control.  Katya looked a
little flushed, while Roberta hummed happily to herself as she dusted away.

   "Mr Burke", Katya said, "I'm feeling a little warm.  Do you mind if I
get a little more comfortable?"

   I told her no, I didn't mind, and to go ahead.  So the redheaded beauty
stood up, went to the couch, and proceeded to take her clothes off, but
leaving her panties on!  Sweet Jesus, but she was a lovely piece of
womanhood!  She stretched, going up on tiptoe, and turned around giving us
all a really good look at her charms.  Her hair was down, and it hung just
past her shoulder blades.  Her boobs were mediun sized, with pale pink
aureolas, and she had freckles on her shoulders, upper chest, coming down
to the tops of her breasts.  Katya's panties were sheer, and her muff was
displayed for our eyes.  She had a trimmed bush, red as her head, and the
lips were on display, her clitoral hood poked out, and it was all I could
do from sliding my fingers across it.  Roberta stood there, grinning.

   Her belly was flat and her body slim, which reminding me of a gymnasts
sleek curves.  Her legs were long and shapely, joining at the hips which
flared out in womanly curves.  "What the hell brought that on?" I enquired,
so Katya said if Roberta could wander around nearly naked, why couldn't
she? I couldn't argue with that!  Then Katya turned to Chloe, and told her
to loosen up, and join her!

   Chloe gasped, going red, and looked like she was going to have a stroke
or something.  She was moving her mouth, but nothing was coming out except
strangling sounds, then she got up, and walked away, her face in her hands.
This girl had a problem, and I resolved to find out what it was!Chloe
turned around, and picking up her handbag, she made to leave, and when I
asked her to stay and tell us what was wrong, she had tears in her eyes,
and she looked heartbroken.

   "I'm so sorry, Mr Burke", she sobbed,.  "I can't do this!  I didn't know
what I was letting myself in for when I answered your ad!  I didn't know
that I'd be surrounded by naked women, and that you'd allow it!  I really
wanted this job, and I resolved to do everything I had to to get it, but
I'm so sorry, I really am, but I can't!  I just can't!"

   "Come on, Chloe", I said.  "Just tell us whats wrong!  Surely we can
work it out, or work around it?  Tell us, please!" Katya was no longer
smiling, looking concerned, and went to the sobbing woman, and as she went
to hold her, she was pushed away, but gently, the distraught woman not
allowing her to touch her.  Katya turned to me, as if I had all the
answers, and I felt powerless.  I didn't want one of the best things in my
life to walk out on me, and I wracked my brain trying to come up with
something to say, something to make her stay.

   I got up, and going to her, I wrapped my arms around her, Chloe wriggled
trying to get away, but I wouldn't let her.  I was going to hold her until
she confessed, or she pushed me away finally, and left.  Chloe stopped
fighting me, and sank into my embrace, and then as Katya joined us, we held
her, as her shoulders shook as she cried.

   "Tell us", I whispered in her ear.  "Tell us whats wrong".

   "I can't compete with these women!" she finally sobbed.  "They're so
beautiful, and I'm so ugly!  Roberta and Katya are so lovely, and I feel so
wretched being here with them!"

   Now I was really surprised.  Chloe ugly?  That was like saying the Mona
Lisa was a stick drawing!  I asked her all confused where she'd got the
idea she was ugly?  What complete twat of a wanker told her that?  I was a
little angry, and it was unreasonable, I know, but so was her assertion
that she was some kind of dung-heap compared to the other two!

   Katya held the crying woman as I backed away, and it turned out her
father had told her for years that she was ugly, and wouldn't amount to
anything.  She was an only child, and her sire had wanted a boy, but never
got one.  Her mother was lucky to have the one child, which nearly killed
her, and so had to have an operation that meant she'd have no siblings.  So
her pratt of a father blamed her, and stuck it to her every chance he got.
Chloe did her best to prove him wrong, and did very well at school, and
then at college, but no matter what she accomplished, it was never good
enough, he said.  Only a boy could have done it better!

   What utter conceited shite!  If her bastard father had been there, I was
in a mood to punch his fucking lights out for him!  As I said before, I
look after my own, and no-one does that to my people!

   We got the poor girl calmed down, and told her straight, she was not
fucking ugly, her father was a shithead, she was in fact a very pretty
woman, and she had the looks and the body to prove it!  We were still
arguing with her when Anne came home from school.  You remember that day,
don't you doll?  Hey, where is she?  Oh, her bedroom, right!  Anyway, Anne
coming home from school was the ideal break we needed, so we stopped for a
coffee, and did the introductions.  The two women fussed on Anne, and she
lapped it up, a little intimidated by their looks and brains!

   Soon, however, she was the darling favourite, and both women competed
with each other to win her over.  Bloody funny, it was!  Anne played them
off, and it was hilarious to see!  I called it quits for the day, and
insisted they stay for dinner, which they accepted.  Anne didn't bat an
eyelid at seeing Katya nearly nude, and when she'd managed to get to her
room, she came back out, just in her panties!  Katya loved it, and Chloe,
she almost dropped from shock.

   Anne told then she always dressed this way at home, and as no-one had a
problem with it, and if they did, she didn't care!  The only two of us who
were still dressed was me and Chloe, so I took off my shirt as a
compensation to the others, and Chloe was nervous as hell, probably
expecting me to drop my pants.  I would have too, if she'd done the same! I
got to admit it, I really wanted to see her out of her clothes, as she
looked bloody good in them.  But that's a little later!

   Roberta isn't just my maid, she's also a bloody fine cook!  She'd doing
a night course, honing her skills, a chef's course I encouraged her to do.
She can do wonderful things in that kitchen!

   After dinner, we were all sitting around, having a glass of wine, and
then Anne mentions the jacuzzi, and asks why don't we all go and hop into
it?  Katya was all for it, but Chloe begs off, saying she didn't have a
suit to wear.  Anne tells her she doesn't need one, we can all skinny-dip!
Chloe blushed, and still didn't want to, saying she had to go home now,
thanks for the day, and the dinner, so we let her go.  No point in pushing
it, is there?  So I saw her to the door, while Anne and Katya went to hop
into the pool.

   They were both in the pool when I got there, and they'd turned the jets
on, giggling at the bubbles that tickled them in all sorts of interesting
places.  Katya moved over one of the water jets, and her eyes went wide as
she felt the water shooting up at her puss.  She told the younger girl she
she should try it, and Anne giggled and told her she had, it was a great
way to get off!

   I had my jeans off, and stepped into the pool.  The older woman moved
toward to me, and before I could sit down, she took me into her mouth, and
licked me, lavishing attention on my dick until I was hard.

   Then she backed of, stroking my cock, and turning around, presented me
with her rounded buttocks, her pussy wet and waiting for me.  She told me
she'd been waiting for this, ever since she'd met me.  She held onto the
side of the pool, the water swirling around my thighs, so I moved behind
her, and Anne held me steady, her tiny hands on my cock, and pointed me at
the redhead's moist and waiting pussy.  I slid in a bit, and Katya moaned,
and pushed back, until I was almost buried in her snug wet snatch.

   We started to move against each other, our movements impatient, our
first sex rushed and rough.  Katya kept saying, "Yes!  Fuck me!  Fuck me
hard!" moaning and grinding herself against my turgid cock, and I thrust
back at her, harder and faster.  There was water splashing all over the
place, and Anne was sitting close, watching her adopted dad and his PA
humping furiously beside her, both of us close to climax.

   Then I got that special tingle in my balls, and groaning that I was
coming, I held the slim woman's hips in my wet hands, I poured my seed into
her, slamming my hard cock into her.  Katya was gasping, and her sweet
pussy was clenching me, drawing out my boiling cum, and jerking in effort,
she climaxed as well, then languidly floated off me, and then with a big
breath, and a sigh, she sat down, and smiled.  I sat down too, my legs weak
at the knees, Anne floting into my arms, holding me as I got my breath
back.

   The stunning redhead stayed for another couple of glasses of wine, then
feeling a bit woozy, got out of the pool, and dressed, telling me she had
to go home, and she'd see me in the morning.  Katya asked me to say goodbye
to Roberta, and with a hug and kiss, she left.

   The next morning, both women turned up for work, and together we went
over the financial staements for the factory, and their job was to go
through the place like a hurricane, and by the end of the next day, I
wanted a list of names, of those who were useless and need to be moved on,
those who did a good job and needed to be promoted, and a list of
recommendations for expansion and upgrades.

   A tall order, but I had every confidence in them, told them so, and told
them to get on with.  Nothing was said by any of us about the day before,
and Katya, bless her, gave me a little sqeeze as she went by me, Chloe not
noticing a thing.  I spent the day in the city, hanging out with friends,
and just relaxing.

   I got a call from Chloe, and she told me that they were meeting
resistance from a couple of upper management dweebs, and some from middle.
So I told her to put them on the shit list, they were on their way out. 
She also told me that she'd found out that one of the IT guys there had a
small company he wanted to get off the ground, and after talking to him,
she told me it sounded like a good investment, and maybe I should look into
it?  I told her to set up a meeting there in a couple of days so I could
meet him, and to say nothing about it till I got there.

   When I told the two PA's to go through the place like a hurricane, they
took me at my word, and they'd turned the place on it's head.  Management
was scrambling to cover their arses, and the rank and file were intimidated
by these two soldiers of mine.  By the next day, the list of firee's was
extensive.  I told Katya to start putting ads in the paper, and to get the
termination notices together.  Chloe was to vett the new people, and get
the interviews set up, to delegate authority if she had to, hiring whomever
she needed to help her.  Same with Katya.  I gave them full authority to do
whatever they had to.

   I called a halt at eight o'clock, and asked Roberta to serve dinner. 
She'd made a delicious meal, showing off for us, making a fine meal from
what she'd learned in the chef's course.  The poor girl hovered around the
table, watching us, waiting for the verdict.  When we were full, I pushed
my plate away, and told her I'd never tasted better, and that she should
have her own restaurant!  That lovely girl positively glowed!

   I gave Chloe a nod, she gave a small nod in return, and by the time
Roberta graduated, she had a small restaurant to call her own, as a
graduation present.  I didn't want to see her go, but she had an amazing
potential as a chef and a restauranteur, and she became the best in town,
people coming from Paris, London, New York, just to eat there.  As a thank
you, she told me I would never have to pay for my meals, ever.  She
wouldn't take no for an answer.

   Amazing thing, though.  When she had a good enough manager, she takes
time off work there to do my dusting, cooking, and cleaning.  She loves the
freedom to wander around in her panties, and not much more!  She trained
another girl who comes in, but her, unfortunately she keeps her clothes on!

   Then the day came to go to the factory, and do the firing.  I had the
girls invite everybody to the main conference room, and they packed in
there, most looking unsure and vulnerable, usually the middle and lower
management, and the supervisors and workers.  The upper management types
sat there, not knowing why they'd been called to the meeting, but were
smugly confident that if the shit hit the fan, it wasn't going to splash
all over them.

   I got up, and introduced myself, telling them all that I was the new
boss, and thanking them all for coming in, some ontheir day off.  Those I
told that they would be reimbursed for their time, a half-days wages. 
There were grins at that, those grinning were shop workers.  Then I told
them I was going to read out a list of names.  Those called were to go into
the next room and wait.  I told them that people were going to get moved on
from the company, due to incompetence, and dangerous work practices, and
other things I disagreed with.  That shut them up.  They were all ears now,
wanting to know who was up for the chop.

   I read the names, and when they filed out, that left the upper and
middle management.  They looked relieved, thinking that the ones called out
were the ones for the chop.  I let them think that, until they'd relaxed,
and felt safe.  Then I dropped the axe on them, hard!

   "If I may have your attention", I told them, and the sods actually kept
talking for a couple of seconds longer, laughing and joking with each
other. "You lot", I said, my eyes meeting all of theirs, and they saw no
pity in mine, "are the worst of the lot.  Due to your blatant disregard for
proceedure, and gross incompetence, this company has lost tens of thousands
in lost revenue.  Constant repairs not done properly or properly
supervised, loss of product that this company can ill afford, has pushed it
to it's limits".

   I gave it to them, listing every fuck-up and foul-up that my girls had
uncovered.  I spared no-one, and I had to fight to keep my voice from
shouting at the bastards.  A couple of managers were looking angry, and so
I told them straight, "You're out.  I cant afford to keep such imbeciles in
your position of trust and authority.  If I do, this company will go under.
That I cannot accept.  It will simply not do!"

   One of the upper management stood, and crossly told me that I couldn't
fire him, or anyone there, as they were all under contract!  I told him
that according to the law, I had no contract with them, and that any such
previous contracts were null and void.  "If you see my name or signature on
any of your contracts, we're going to have a different discussion!"

   I gave each and every one of them their walking papers, and dismissed
them.  Then I had Katya bid the others to come in, them not seeing the
others leave out of a different door.  When they came in and made
themselves comfortable, these lot were a different lot.  They were quiet,
not saying a word.  They knew they were in for it.  A couple of middle-aged
ladies were weeping, and all together, they looked like they were about to
face a gallows.  In a way, they were.

   This time, I gave them a similar speech, but as I looked around, I could
only see about four supervisors that looked like trouble, but when the
subject of contracts came up, I told them the same.  Their previous
contracts were null and void.  If they hadn't signed a new contract yet,
which were still at the printers, then they didn't have a leg to stand on.
I passed them, their notices, and called a close to the meeting.

   In the first six months the company made a small profit, which was
channelled back into the company, new machinery was installed, and the new
management and workers fit right in.  I hired locally where I could, and
many who'd lost their jobs due to the incompetents applied for their old
jobs back.  Some were actually the right ones for the job, and made the
place hum.  You could feel it, down to the very concrete.  The factory had
a new lease on life, and orders poured in, and profits grew stronger.

   My first legal enterprise, and it was doing well!  Fuck me!  How's that
for lucky?

   It took Chloe several more months to buckle on her wearing clothes in
our informal meetings at the house.  If we were working in the living room,
Katya always stripped off, and it was no big deal anymore.  Chloe's eyes
would still travel her curves, but she'd stopped blushing, and began to
look at her co-worker with calm detachment.

   It was a chilly winter's day, I remember, snow was on the ground, when
Chloe finally dropped her pants in the house.  She was still smoking, and
would go outside for her nicotene fix.  When she came back inside, she was
rubbing her hands, and stamping her feet.  I made the usual crack about it
being cold out there, and she smiled, and asked if it was alright if we
took a longer break, and could we have a soak in the jacuzzi, so she could
warm up?  I said of course we could, so Katya and I got up from the table,
and assuming that Chloe would change into a suit, we all trooped into the
spa.

   As Katya and I undressed, Chloe stood there until my jeans and boxers
hit the floor, then she started to undress.  We watched her slowly disrobe.
Her body had all the curves of a Venus, and her butt was nicely rounded,
and I became half-aroused at seing her almost nude, from the back.  When
she slipped her panties off, sliding them down her legs, we caught a flash
of the oval vaginal lips that had brunette pubic hairs around them.  She
was turned away from us, shy and self-conscious.When she was nude, she
turned around, and with her hand and arm covering her tits and bush, she
stepped into the pool, not dropping her arms until she was neck deep in
water.  She sighed, and began to relax.

   Katya and I didn't say anything, just sitting there and soaking in
contentment.  Then after a few minutes, Chloe asks us if we really think
she's pretty?  I opened my eyes, and studied her.  Her hair was wet, and
clung to her head and shoulders, and she looked small and vulnerable. 
Katya slid over to her, and hugged her, and told her she was very pretty,
and if it wasn't for the fact she was her friend, she'd be very jealous!

   The shy brunette looked at me, and I told her she was one of the
loveliest women I'd ever seen, no doubt about it.  She sat there for
another minute, and then she slowly stood up.  She was magnificent.  Her
body was gently curved, and as my eyes travelled down her frame, I saw her
boobs were full and rounded, capped with light brown aureola, her nipples
hard and standing proud.  She was up to her upper thighs in water, and I
watched the water drip off her now soaked pubic hair.  Chloe blushed, and
her hands fluttered, as if to cover herself, but with an effort of will,
she dropped her hands to her side, and stood there, her chin up, and
finding pride in her nudity for the first time in her life.

   I breathed, "Bloody beautiful!", and Katya had a predatory look in her
eyes, licking her lips, which caused Chloe to blush even redder.  I was
gloriously hard and rampant now, and wondered how far this shy girl was
going to take this.  Then as if a signal had been given, Katya moved into
the brunette's arms, and they began to kiss, the redhead's hands slowly
discovering as much of Chloe's skin as she could.  When her hand found a
breast, Chloe moaned, and timidly brought her own hand up, which Katya
took, and placed it on the breast it was seeking.

   They were both moaning, gasping for breath in between kisses, and then
Chloe gasped louder and her body bucked as Katya found her pussy, and slid
a finger into her quim.  Chloe's puss slurped with wetness, and as the
redhead ran her fingers across Chloe's clit, the brunette woman thrust her
hips back at her, and was now moaning and gasping so much, that when she
climaxed, she almost dragged the other woman under the water as her legs
gave out.  Limp, Katya placed Chloe into my arms, where I held her, and as
the girl regained her faculties, she realised where she was, and could feel
my hard rod resting against her thigh.

   "Oh", she says, "did I do that?" then she giggled like a schoolgirl, and
wiggled her cute butt against my leg.

   "Why don't you try it, and see how much you made an impression on Ron",
Katya said to her.

   "Ron?" Chloe said, and I told her that Katya and I had developed a
closer relationship, but it was still a working relationship.  So, she
could call me Ron, out of a business context.  Chloe's eyes went wide, and
looking at Katya, asked her if she'd slept with me?  Katya smiled, and told
her that there hadn't been any sleeping involved!  At which she laughed,
and sat next to me.  Chloe was still in my lap, and her hand was now around
my hard-on, and she was stroking it.

   "You don't mind?", she ased, nodding to where she was sitting, and to
what her hand was doing.

   "Of course not!" Katya told her.  "There's plenty to go around, and if
you ask Roberta nicely, she'll show you how to enjoy yourself with her,
too!"

   You see, that's one thing I hadn't told you.  Roberta was, is sorry,
what they call a 'lipstick lesbian'.  That's why she loves to walk around
the house nearly nude all the time, teasing me, knowing, and making it
known, that she was out of reach to me.  I didn't care.  I had other
entertainments to keep me satisfied!

   Chloe's jaw dropped at that, and holding me around the neck, she
swivelled around until she was facing me, and reaching under herself,
pointed my way to heaven, and sat down.  Fuuuuck!  but she was tight.  Like
a virgin, but without the hymen!  My willie actually bent trying to slide
into her, and then it popped straight up, and right into her.  She held me
tight, by her arms and by her pussy, and started to move on me.  I could
tell she was inexperienced, so I helped her, and Katya held her from
behind, raising and lowering her hips in time to my thrusts.

   I had to hold onto the side of the pool, because I kept slipping off the
seat.  Chloe was becoming more frantic now, her release rushing upon her.
She was so slick, I was sliding in and out of her easily, but still feeling
the snug fit of her wonderful pussy channel.  Then with a cry from the
heart, she jammed her pussy down on me, and climaxed mightily and loudly.
She sat there, panting and groaning, her hips giving little twitches, and
she had little aftershocks that coursed through her body.

   As the now happy woman relaxed, a smile on her face, Katya helped her
off me, and floated her to the side, and sat her down.  Then looking at my
still hard member, she hopped into my lap, and took over where Chloe had
left off.  The redhead started moving on me, her pussy sliding on me, and
gradually we sped up, and then with a cry from both of us, we climaxed, me
first, then Katya.

   We spent the rest of the day nude, and Roberta was in heaven, having two
naked and beautiful women to ogle!

   Chloe confessed that she'd been attracted to me, but as she was shy and
had a bad self-esteem issue, and because of the fact that I was her boss,
she didn't do anything about her little crush she had.  She also told me
that I'd been the second man to have had sex with her.  She'd given her
virginity to her Uncle when she was fourteen, but he'd been so rough with
her, hurting her and pushing her away when he was finished.  She'd never
been with anyone else until me.  Wow.

   Over the next year, those two women became a very valuable pair of
assets to me.  Every time I made money, they enjoyed the rewards that came
from the perks of their association with me.  They had large bank accounts,
and the computer geek that Chloe told me about was doing well.  He started
an online IT company with my help, and he was counting some serious money
as well from it.  So, I didn't need my other girls anymore, and passed my
business onto the guy running it.  Occasionally one or two of the girls
would come out to visit, and they'd stay the night, but never took a penny
for their time, just 'for old times sake', they called it!

   When Anne had her fifteenth birthday, she'd decided she'd been a virgin
long enough.  She was an accomplished fellatrix, practicing on me, and from
what I've been told by her, on a few of the local boys as well.  A great
way for her to cool them off, so they couldn't concentrate on trying to get
her knickers off!

   A couple of boys didn't want her to do the deed, insisting she proved
she was a 'real woman' by going all the way.  Those she called quits on,
and when a young fellow put the word around that he'd fucked her, I got an
old mate of mine, René, a Belgian ex-mercenary, to give him a visit, and
not to be gentle with the fucking little prick.  After the kid was released
from hospital, he made it very well known that he lied.  Honour was
restored.

   So on the day of Anne's birthday, which she had a ball at, all of her
friends were there.  Katya and Chloe bought her jewelry and clothes, I got
her a plane ticket to Paris, with spending money, and her friends all
chipped in with presents as well.  Suzie was no longer a friend, she'd
moved on to another more expensive girl's finishing school.  Anne's days as
a starving waif were far behind her now.  She doesn't want to remember
those times, they still hurt when she thinks about them.

   So, that night, as we were watching a movie in the living room together,
she cuddles into me, and lets me know she thinks its time.  We were lying
on a mattress, covered in a sheet, with a blanket over us and pillows all
over the place.  I ask her what she means, 'its time?' Anne, who by now had
a woman's curves, and nice full boobs, tells me she wants to sleep with me.
I didn't know what she meant, dumb bastard that I am, and she almost had to
beat me over the head with it.  She didn't want to be a virgin anymore!

   So of course I ask her if that's what she really wanted, and with a
withering look, she tells me she wouldn't have said anything to me if she
didn't!  Good point!  So I turn off the dvd player, and with a remote, turn
the lights down.  Anne gets up and lights some candles.  She loves to set
the mood when she feels romantic!

   So she lies back down with me, and we started to kiss, and soon, she's
all relaxed, and getting all heated up.  My Anne is a randy beggar, and
that night she was going to give herself to me completely, so she let
herself go.  I ran my hands over her boobs, massaging them, rolling and
tweaking her nipples, which she loves, and she began to moan, her hips
rolling as my hand went lower.  I've brought her off by rubbing her pussy
and clit before, but this time, as I manipulated her lips and clit, I used
one of my fingers to slowly penetrate her, going slowly, a little bit at a
time, withdrawing it, then pushing in a bit further, moving my finger
around in wider circles, trying to loosen her up.

   She was wet, far wetter than she normally was before, and my finger made
a slurping sucking noise as it worked its magic on, and in, her.  Anne had
taken off her panties before lying down, and her legs were wide open, and
her pubic hair rasped under my palm.  And with the heel of my hand, I
applied some pressure on her clit and pubic bone.

   Finally, she couldn't wait anymore, and pulled me on top of her.  I went
to kiss her boobs, but she didn't want that.  "Later!" she told me.  "I
want you in me, Ron", she panted.  "I want you in me now!" How could I
argue with that?

   I knelt between her spread legs, her quim wet and glistening with her
copious juices, and the aroma of her arousal lodged in my nostrils, driving
me wild with desire for her teenaged body.  Anne's breasts were rising and
falling, and as she collected herself for the final moment, she looked up
at me, and our gazes locked.  Still looking into her eyes, I manouvered my
stiff prick with my body to line up with her open and ready entrance.

   Then when I was all lined up, I moved my hips forward until I was just
resting on those wonderful young lips, and slowly, oh-so-slowly, pushed
forward.  I didn't want to hurt her, you see.  Her entrance tried to push
me back out, but I was already in, and as my cockhead did battle with her
ring of muscles at her entrance, I kept pushing forward, and my Anne
grunted and moaned as I did so.

   Then she took matters into her own hands, so to speak.  She grunted,
"This is taking too bloody long!", and she puts her legs around me, and
bucks upward, while pushing down at me with her feet.  She gives a short
screaming yelp as I plunged into her hot, tight, wet pussy channel, and she
just lays there with me on top of her, both of us panting, and me trying
not to cum into her too soon.

   Oh, so you're back, love!  Do you want to tell him your side of the
story?  No?  Okay, I'll keep going, then.

   Like I said, Anne was lying there, me on her, and my cock was finally in
her.  I'd waited for that day, but me being who I am, I never pushed the
issue.  I always told her, if she wanted me, I was here, otherwise, I was
sure there were many other blokes she could choose from to make her a
woman. I'm honoured she chose me.  She didn't have to, but she did.  Thank
you, love.

   Then when we were all relaxed again, she gives a tentative push up at
me, and winces, but she kept going, until her body had accepted my cock. 
She was moving slowly, and then I began to move with her.  We kept that up
for a long time, I remember, just me thrusting down, and her thrusting up
to meet me, and time had no meaning for us.  We had sweat pouring off us,
but it dripped unnoticed onto the sheet under her, until finally, she
starts to shudder, hunching at me, and moaning fit to bust!

   I felt my own climax coming, and I kept riding her body, slamming down
into her, Anne picking up her pace and slamming right back at me.  Then
with a shout, I came, my cum boiling and bubbling out of my shaft.  She
cried out, and her climax made Anne give a long wailing cry that I can
still hear today!

   We grunted and groaned, finally hunching to a stop, gasping and panting
from the exertion of our joining.  It was one of the best moments of my
life, to see her smiling up at me, and hearing Anne tell me that she loved
me!  I'll never forget it till my dying day!

   Well, lets call it quits, matey, I need to have a bit of alone-time with
my angel, hope you don't mind!  Thanks for coming over, and give us a call
if you find you need some more material for your book!  See you later, and
you take care of yourself, you hear me?