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 Millie was nervous.  She hadn't worn a dress like this since Matt took her
out on her birthday to that fancy dance club downtown.  She sat in the car
studying the address on the white building making sure she had the right
place.  She pulled the sin visor down and checked her makeup in the lighted
mirror.  Lipstick looked fresh, cheeks a rosy red.  She just hoped the
dress wasn't going to be too much of a distraction.

   Short, low cut top which showed off her marvelous breasts with a nice
cleavage.  Short enough to show much of her meaty healthy thighs as she got
up and out of the car pulling the thin material down as she swung the strap
of her purse over her left shoulder.  Closing the door and staring at the
door at the front of the building as she walked closed with her hips
swaying with every footstep.  Her pumps having 6" heels made her legs
appear to be a mile long.  A car horn tooted just before she walked inside
the front door.

   Millie looked around seeing leather chairs off to the right of her in a
small waiting room and a secretary at a wooden desk tucked over in the far
left corner of the small reception room.  Millie shook her head making her
hair settle back down over her shoulders after being out in the wind and
walked up to the desk where a black girl sat answering phones.

   "I have an appointment with a Mr.  Marvin Jenkins." Mille told the girl.

   "Oh yes.  He's been expecting you.  I'll call him and tell him you're
here.  Please have a seat right over there and he'll be right out."

   Millie sat down on one of the leather chairs.  The chair was built
rather low which made her legs stick up further showing off more of her
creamy white thighs.  She didn't have to wait very long as a tall handsome
looking black man walked out with a smile on his face and greeted Millie.

   "Hello there.  You must be Millie Johnson?  I'm Marvin Jenkins." He said
as he extended his hand out to Mille as she began to stand up as she shook
his big black hand.  She wasn't accustomed to meeting black people very
often.  Growing up in the suburbs in a predominately white community never
gave her a chance to meet many black people.

   "Yes.  I'm Mille." She said with a gorgeous smile.

   "Great.  Come back to my office."

   Marvin was checking out her fabulous body as the gorgeous blonde
housewife walked just ahead of him down the short hallway.

   "It's the door right on the right , Millie."

   She walked into his office and waited for him to motion his hand toward
a chair in front of his desk.  She sat down and waited for Mr.  Jenkins as
he walked around to his desk and picked up a pad of paper and a pen and
came back around pulling up another chair next to Mille.

   Marvin kept looking at the gorgeous housewife as he sat down and started
writing her name and a few notes on the pad he held.

   "Mrs.  Johnson.  I understand you haven't worked in a while.  Is there
any reason why you haven't been in the job market for so long?"

   Mille replied after sighing.  "My husband George lost his job a few
months ago so he had to apply for a temporary job about one hundred miles
away.  It doesn't pay as much as he was bringing home before losing the old
job so I wanted to help out and find something I could possibly train as I
work."

   "I see...." Marvin noted on his pad.

   "I haven't worked since right out of high school.  We got married rather
young and George wanted me to be a stay at home Mom.  You know, cook clean
and take care of the house and kids."

   "So you have children?"

   Millie sighed.  "Unfortunately no.  We found out that George can't
father any babies so I've just been staying home and cooking diner for my
husband."

   Marvin made notes as Mille sat there looking at him write on the pad.

   "Well Mille, I looked over your application and I think you have lots of
potential for what I'm looking for in an assistant.  Tell me Mille.  What's
your living situation right now?  I mean with your husband working out of
town right now."

   Millie sighed.  "Well we had to give up our apartment a couple months
ago when George lost his job so I've been staying with my Mother until
George found something more permanent.  We thought we'd find something
closer to his new job." She said than laughed as she added.  "Wherever that
might be...."

   "Mm.....I can imagine how uncomfortable it must be living with your
Mother at twenty eight while your husband has to work out of town."

   Millie laughed.  "Yes.  Never thought I'd have to move back home again."

   "Well.  Listen.  I might just have the perfect situation for you and
perhaps your husband.  Tell me what sort of work does he do?"

   "His a maintenance guy.  Works with machinery.  Can fix just about
anything that's broke."

   Oh....Perfect.  So he's very handy working with his hands?"

   Millie laughed as she replied.  "I guess you could say he's good with
his hands Mr.  Jenkins."

   "Call me Marvin."

   Millie smiled as she replied.  "You can call me Mille."

   Marvin kept starring at Millie's short dress admiring her beautiful
legs. He absolutely loved the heels and her gorgeous smile and nice big
tits.  This woman was perfect for what he had in mind.

   "Listen Mille.  I'm looking for a personal assistant.  A woman that can
dress to impress and present herself in a fashionable manor.  It wouldn't
require any clerical work other than keeping track of appointments and
such. If you don't mind if I say.  I'm looking for a gorgeous woman like
yourself that can manage a large home and see to it that everything is in
order with my help."

   Millie laughed.  "I'm not sure if I follow you Marvin."

   Marvin replied.  "This is a special job, Mille.  I live in a large
estate and need an assistant that can live on site and take care of the
everyday needs of running a compound.  I do a lot of entertaining and would
require a person that can make decisions and the sort.  Nothing really to
it and I think you would fit in nicely."

   "You mean I'd have to move in with you?" Millie laughed.

   Marvin quickly replied.  "Oh....I have a private apartment on the
compound where you and your husband could live.  Has everything you would
need.  I'll pay you a generous salary and think I can match whatever your
husband was making on his last job."

   Marvin wrote a dollar figure down on the pad for a monthly salary and
held it up for Millie to see.

   "Wow....Marvin.  I guess you really want me to come work for you?"

   "Will you accept my offer?"

   Millie smiled.  "Why not.....Does this mean you would hire my husband
too?"

   "You bet...But I would want you to tell him to stay where he is for a
couple weeks until we get you settled in than we can have you join him in a
couple weeks and get him started.  I think your husband would be great for
keeping things running around the compound.  Fixing cars, mechanical things
around the mansion and such....."

   Millie replied.  "I don't know what to say Marvin."

   "Tell me you'll accept my offer!"

   "Yes......I can't wait to tell George."

   "Great!  Marvin replied.  "You call your husband and tell him the good
news.  I'll take you up to the house this afternoon and show you around if
you have time?"

   Millie smiled at Marvin.  "yes.  I'm so excited.  What time would you
want me to be here?"

   "How about three?"

   "I'll be here.  Should I wear anything special?"

   "How about what you have on?" Marvin smiled

   Millie stood up shacking Marvin's hand as he escorted her out to the
reception room and told her he'd see her at three.  Marvin looked at the
secretary at the desk as Millie stepped out the door.  She knew what Marvin
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