The Personal Assistant (closed)

[Angeleyz]

Oh I'm sure you can try harder, Tina!

Tina's fingers practically up and down the hardened shaft of her boss as she tried to stave off the possibility that Mr Keach would demand more. She no longer kept an eye on his desk clock, worrying if Travis would appear. No, her complex attention was on getting him off as quickly as possible.

She was vaguely aware of Mr Keach smoothing back her hair, but she ignored the attention, not wanting to be distracted from her goal. So caught up in her efforts, she was completely caught off guard when his fingers suddenly gripped her hair in a painful fist and he crudely pulled her head towards his groin, startling a gasp from her and nearly causing her to topple over.

Enough playing around, Tina. A woman like you must know all about giving good head. I want a personal demonstration - now - open wide!

If looks could kill, Tina figured she'd be out of this disgusting situation, and she'd be having to make some awkward explanations to the police. 'A woman like me?!?!' she thought indignantly, as she tried to increase the distance between her lips and his cock, which she was shocked to find was still held firmly in her hand. Who the hell does he think he is?!?

And no teeth, or you'll be unemployed so fast, I guarantee your kids will be rummaging for food in your neighbour's trash bins, and your Husband will be forced to start pimping you on the street corner to make ends meet!

There was a hard note in his voice as he all but snarled at her that caused Tina to both mentally and physically flinch. She had only heard that particular tone twice in the entire time she had been working here and both times it had been need painfully apparent to the addressee that they had pushed Mr Keach to the limits of his patience. To have it directed at her was terrifying. To know that she would have to comply was mortifying.

Tears welled at this additional betrayal against her husband, but she knew she had no choice. Worrying about the ever slippery slope Mr Keach seemed to be hustling her down, Tina leaned forward and tentatively swirled her tongue along the tip, circling it again and again as she tried to shore up the nerve to do more.

 

[DanFS]

As Keach steered Tina closer to his burgeoning cock, he looked down, and saw a tear spill down her face, as her tongue hesitantly poked out of her mouth, and slid tantalisingly slowly up over his crown.

The sight made him even harder, and he moaned with barely disguised pleasure.

"MMmmm. Yes, Tina. Oh yes!"

Her tears were running now, and he felt a small spike of pity, before lust returned stronger than before.
He had to have her.

He still held her hair like reins, and wondered what she would do next...

 

[Angeleyz]

Mmmmm. Yes, Tina. Oh yes!

The words were familiar, but the husky voice murmuring his enjoyment was totally wrong, and caused the tears that had been welling to spill down Tina's cheeks, marring the perfectly applied makeup that Mr Keach expected her to don each work day.

She couldn't believe she had gotten herself into such a horrible predicament as to having to give her boss of all people a blow job. There was only one man who should ever know what it was like to have her lips and tongue worshipping his cock and he was at home probably stewing over employment opportunities, never expecting his wife to be doing something so faithless.

Feeling Mr Keach's fingers tighten in her hair, Tina figured he had gotten tired of her stalling, and opened her mouth to take his head between her lips. God she wished she was brave enough to use her teeth like he had cautioned her against, but she truly feared to cross her boss, especially when he seemed to hold all the cards. Damn him!!

Her lips closed, trapping his crown inside her mouth, with a seal that was a hair away from too hard. Again, she felt his fingers clench in her hair and immediately backed off the suction, her tongue swiping around and around, before she opened her mouth and slowly pulled her head away. She waited until his tip had almost popped from her mouth before she bobbed her head forward, enveloping his length in her mouth once more.

 

[DanFS]

Tina's mouth felt amazing.
Although Keach could had taken his pick of many of the women who worked at his company, or at the Country Club, or elsewhere, there was something about Tina. He couldn't put his finger on it yet, but maybe this was it.
Behind her quiet unassuming façade, there was a sex-bomb waiting to get out?

Her suction at first was too much, bordering on painful, but she responded well to his pulling of her hair, as a hint - and her tongue swirling across his shaft and tip were delightful.

She seemed to settle into a rhythm, and steady herself.

"Ahhh - Yes Tina, yes! So good!" He gasped.

Good - perhaps she was finally accepting her role in all this.
He stood, and allowed her to bob back and forth at her own pace for now, which was very pleasant.

The fact that so far, she had not tried to use her hands as well surprised him.
She may well be a hidden sexual gem.
Only time would tell...

 

[Angeleyz]

Ahhh - Yes Tina, yes! So good!

Tina closed her eyes and tried to pretend she was at home and she and Mike were role playing to spice things up in the bedroom. Tried to pretend it was Mike she was kneeling before. Tried to pretend it was Mike whose cock she was slowly bobbing her head up-and-down on.

But Mike would never have gripped her hair. Would never have thought to even attempt to control her cautious movements. Would never have talked to her like she was anything but a loving wife.

Eyes open or closed, Tina was painfully aware that it was Mr Keach in her mouth, and her cheeks burned in mortification. Despite that, however, she struggled to give him the best demonstration as possible, fearing what he would do if he lost what little patience he clearly had left.

Above her, she heard the occasional sound of enjoyment coming from Mr Keach and felt a shudder go down her spine at his throaty groans and guttural moans. Dear God, even his noises were different from Mike's quieter ones.

The minute Tina felt him push into her throat, her hands shot forward, pushing away from him despite the grip he still had in her hair. Thankfully she wasn't a complete idiot and didn't go scrambling backwards on her hands and feet like she wanted to, but simply went back to circling his crown with little flicks of her tongue while she tried to get her panicked breathing under control.

 

[DanFS]

Keach wasn’t too surprised that Tina pushed him away when he tried to pull her mouth more onto him.
She wasn’t a natural slut.
Yet.
He could see she was blushing furiously as she pleasured him, albeit hesitantly.
He looked at his watch, aware that his lunchtime meeting with Travis was approaching fast.

As if on cue, his desk ‘phone rang and he answered it.

“Hi Son. I’ll be ready. Tina and I are just working on some last minute dicktation. She’s trying to take a lot quite quickly, so we’re making sure it’s all down, and she gets it all OK.”

He resisted the urge to snigger as he said this, aware it was a childish joke, but wanting to further Tina’s humiliation a little more.

He replaced the receiver and looking down at Tina, told her:
“Travis will be here in a little over five minutes. I suggest you finish before he gets here, if you don’t want an audience!”

Her immediate reaction, as well as a pleading look in her eyes, as she gazed up at him, was to redouble her efforts.
Her tongue swirled a little faster around his crown, and her head bobbed up and down with a new urgency.
Her discomfort turned him on as much as her renewed determination to make him finish.
After a couple of minutes, Keach knew he had passed ‘the point of no return’, and grasping Tina’s hair tightly in his hands once more, announced:
“Oh my god, I’m cumming!”
Just before he erupted into her wet, waiting mouth.

The gagging sounds, were music to his ears, as her looked down and saw her frantically trying to disengage from his still pulsing erection, as it spewed its seed into her.

He grasped her nose with one hand, whilst not letting go with the other, and ordered her to swallow.

With little choice, he felt her mouth convulse and then open, as she gasped for air.

He released her, so that she fell back on her knees, and he stepped away to wipe himself clean on his handkerchief.

“Well, done, Tina. Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He passed her the box of tissues from on top of his filing cabinet, as she clambered quickly to her feet, just as his son, Travis walked into the Outer Office. Fortunately the connecting door was shut.

Tina had barely enough time to dash into the Bathroom off Keach's Office to re-dress, before Travis walked in.

Travis and his Dad swapped small talk for a minute until Tina re-emerged from the Bathroom. She looked almost perfect-only a slight smear in her lipstick hinted at any impropriety before Travis arrived.

“Thank you Tina. Travis & I are off to play tennis. I'll see you later.”
Keach said, taking his leave of her.

“Hi Tina!” Said Travis brightly, looking trim in his tennis shirt and shorts. "Once I've beaten Dad, I'll come back and say 'Hi'!"
He gave her a cheeky grin.
Keach jostled his shoulder, and gave him a look as if to say-'Really?'

Then they were gone.

 

[Angeleyz]

Tina had just got her breathing back under control when Mr Keach's phone rang, and she stiffened in horror as she heard him talking to Travis. Hopefully Travis wouldn't hear the unholy note of glee in his father's voice as he described what they were doing and realize that there was a whole different meaning to his innocent sounding words. Her shoulders rounded as a red tide of embarrassment spread down her neck and out to the tips of her ears, but she continued her movements as her boss hung up the phone.

Travis will be here in a little over five minutes. I suggest you finish before he gets here, if you don’t want an audience!

She didn't bother to question whether he was serious or not. She had heard rumors of father and son sharing the attentions of the same woman, and while she had always dismissed the talk as just that, she definitely didn't want to put it to the test.

Looking up at her boss, silently begging him to stop this farce, Tina worked her tongue around his cock, desperation giving her movements the speed and suction that hadn't been there before. It felt like an awful game of Beat the clock as her head bobbed up and down while an imaginary clock ticked down the last five minutes.

Suddenly his fingers clenched her hair in a vice grip and he announced he was cumming right as a hot jet erupted into her mouth. Shocked because Mike had always warned her so that she could pull away before he erupted, she gagged as the thick salty mess hit the back of her throat and she tried to extricate herself so she could spit the nasty stuff out.

Tina's eyes widened in shock when Mr Keach reached down and pinched her nose, making it impossible for her to breathe. She tried desperately to move her head away from his groin, but his other hand held her in place. She heard him order her to swallow, and although everything inside her rebelled at the thought, the black dots that were starting to dance in her vision convinced her otherwise.

She swallowed the hot viscous material, and the minute it was totally down, her mouth opened as she tried to pull in long gasps of air. Her stomach threatened to heave, and she was afraid for minute that she was going to get sick all over Mr Keach's perfectly polished shoes before he released her and wiped himself clean.

Well, done, Tina. Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it?

Tina didn't bother to answer as scrambled to her feet, wanting nothing more than to get away and get dressed. She wordlessly snatched up her clothes and accepted the box of tissues just as they both could hear Travis walking into the outer office.

Bolting to Mr Keach's private bathroom, she shut the door just as Travis walked in, greeting his father. Tina leaned weakly against the door, trying to get her racing heart under control and thanking her lucky stars that she hadn't been slower, Once she figured she could stand on her own device, she slipped back into her blouse and skirt, her fingers shaking so badly it took three times before she had the blouse buttoned correctly.

Crossing to the sink, she cupped some water into her hand and used it to rinse her mouth out. Oh god, how could she have gotten herself into such a mess! She used a tissue to fix as much of her make up as possible, but without her purse she wasn't a hundred percent back to normal when she finally felt ready to face father and son and left the safety of the bathroom.

Thank you, Tina. Travis & I are off to play tennis. I'll see you later.

Hi Tina. Once I've beaten Dad, I'll come back and say 'Hi'!

Tina smiled weakly at Travis, and if he realized something was a bit off in her normal cheerful demeanor, he didn't comment on it as the two of them bid her farewell and walked out. She waited a moment to collect her things before walking into the outer office.

Looking at the clock, she decided she'd also take her lunch break, although instead of eating at her desk as per habit, she decided she needed a change of scenery and would go to the little deli across the street in an attempt to recover her equilibrium. Snagging her purse, she turned on her heel and walked out, barely remembering to lock the suite door on her way out as she debated about stopping by the minimart for some mouthwash on the way.

 

[DanFS]

As Dan & Travis made their way down to the Lobby, Travis looked at his father a little oddly, and asked:
“Is Tina OK, Dad? She looked a little strange.”

“She’s fine, Travis. More than fine, a little off colour today, but she is working out well as my Senior Executive Assistant.”

Travis nodded, seemingly satisfied with his Father’s answer.

They jumped into his car, and drove the short distance to the Country Club, where their Tennis Court lay waiting.
After a short warm-up, swapping shots, and a few slow laps of the court, Dan told Travis he was ready to start.
It quickly developed into a very competitive match, with Travis taking three games before Dan got back into the set. As he started to tire, Dan took a break after the first set, as Travis won 6-4.

The second set was closer, as the two men swapped games, and at deuce in the fourth game, with Travis leading 2-1, Dan took advantage of a lazy lob, to smash the ball past Travis. Only Travis had other ideas, as he lunged at the fast moving ball, and connected, dropping a perfectly weighted drop shot across the net, as he slid across the grass. Suddenly his leg shot out from under him, and a ‘pop’ could be heard, and his shoe tumbled across the grass.
Travis sat still grimacing in pain.
“What did you do, son?” Keach asked knowing it wasn’t good, but not sure how bad it was.
“My ankle…..god, that hurts!”
“I’ll be right back-I’ll get a medic.” Keach said, as he dashed off to the Reception Desk.

In a few moments a couple of people, a man and a woman, both bleached blond, ran over with Keach in tow.
The man spoke first.
“Hi, er…Travis? I’m Steve, and this is Casey…we’re first aiders here. Let’s take a look at your foot."
Casey said “Hi” quietly and raised her hand in greeting, then knelt down and opened the first aid backpack she had been wearing.

She removed one of those cold pads, which freeze when you snap them, and activated it, as Steve gently felt around Travis’s ankle. Steve was obviously the senior, being in his thirties, whilst Casey was barely out of her teens.
“Well, it’s not broken, but I’d say you’ve probably torn a ligament, or maybe disclocated your ankle. Yu need to get to the Hospital.”
Travis looked pale, and flinched as the cool pack was laid across his ankle, tenderly, by a concerned looking Casey.
He smiled weakly at her, and said to Keach.
“I don’t want any fuss Dad, I want you to take me, OK?”
Keach just nodded, and then realised he hadn’t spoken.
“OK son, I’ll drive you.” He was proud his son was being so stoic.
As Steve and Keach helped Travis to his feet, Casey retrieved his tennis shoe, and followed them back to the Car-Park.

After getting Travis into the car, the journey to the E.R. was quick, and they were seen almost straight away.
After a few moments, a tall doctor built like a Linebacker came through, and introduced himself, shaking both their hands.
“I’m Dr. Stone. How did it happen?”
Both Keach and Travis answered at the same time.
“Tennis.”
The doctor nodded, and asked:
“On grass, at full stretch?”
They both nodded, looking surprised.
"I play too, I've seen this before. A popping sound, too?"

“Let’s get an X-ray.” He decided. Just to rule out any fracture or other bone or joint damage. I think you’ve tore a ligament. The swelling always looks worse. We’ll give you something for the pain if you want it?”
Travis just nodded in reply, and Doctor Stone, said “OK, I’ll be back soon, with a couple of pills to take the edge off.”

Keach looked over at his son, his face etched with worry.
He was used to being on control. He didn’t like how he felt now.

He pulled out his cell phone and called Tina.
She didn’t pick up, so he left her a message.
“Hi Tina. It’s Keach. Travis hurt his ankle playing Tennis, and I’m with him at the E.R. I probably won’t be in again until tomorrow. Please look over the Wallace bid, for any last minute changes. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He simply hung up and turned back to Travis, just as a nurse came over with a wheelchair.
“Mr. Keach?” She asked looking at Travis.
“Yes!” Both men answered, before Travis said, quietly:
“The Doctor said I could have some pain relief?”
The nurse nodded.
“I’m Sandra, your nurse. Let’s get you in here.” She patted the wheelchair, before adding-“and we’ll take you through. Doctor Stone has some painkillers for you.”

They were taken to a treatment room, and the rest of the afternoon faded away into a pain relief injection, X-rays, a Scan, and Travis being told he would have to stay overnight for observation, but it seemed he had ruptured a ligament in his ankle. Until the swelling receded, they wouldn’t know if he’s need surgical intervention.

 

[Angeleyz]

Tina's lunch hour flew way faster than she wanted as she sat hunched over a barely touched salad and a partially full bottle of water. She wasn't one to waste money especially when they had to be so careful, but the morning's activities had robbed her of her appetite, leaving her to absently push the greens around as she stared off into space. No matter how hard she thought, there didn't seem to be a way out of her current predicament.

She had seriously considered going home and confessing what had happened to Mike, but he had called as she walked to the deli, and the news had almost caused her to stumble into the young couple who had paused to kiss in the middle of the sidewalk. She sighed as she recalled their latest domestic crisis. The hot water heater, which they had assumed would continue to work for at least another five years had given up the ghost midway through Mike's shower, and the plumber couldn't even get out to see them for an estimate until the following week.

Checking her watch, Tina sighed and began gathering her things. She was not looking forward to the rest of the afternoon, dreading to see whatever Mr Keach might have in mind. With her luck, he'd want another repeat performance of this morning, and she'd either bean him in the head with his stapler or break down in tears, neither of which would likely be well received.

She literally bumped into Steve Davis as she was walking out, and murmured a quiet apology as the older gentleman reached out to steady her. She tried hard to ignore the lawyer's raised eyebrows as he took in her more revealing outfit than normal and was thankful when he merely wished her a polite good afternoon. Offering him a similar comment in return, she hurried back to the office, trying to convince herself that he knew nothing of what Mr Keach was up to, but secretly wondered if that were true.

Tina wasn't surprised to find the suite locked and empty upon her return, knowing from past experience that the Keach men took their tennis matches very seriously. If she were lucky, she'd have the office to herself for another hour before Mr Keach's return. Sitting down at her desk, she noticed the blinking light on her phone indicating she had a message and cradled the handset between her shoulder and cheek while punching in the code to retrieve it.

The relief she felt upon hearing Mr Keach's message about being out until the next day was immeasurable, but it quickly turned to shame as she considered the likely severity of Travis' injury to keep his father from returning to the office. Hoping they were merely being cautious, she pulled up the Wallace bid and began reviewing it, happy to have things more normal than earlier. Maybe my luck is going to take a turn for the better....

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Tina had a hard time keeping a pleasant smile on her face as she made her way into the building the next morning. Dressed in one of her more conservative navy blue suits, she nodded at some of the familiar faces as she passed, but wasn't inclined to even attempt idle pleasantries. She knew she should be grateful that their neighbor had been willing to let her use their spare bathroom that morning, but she wasn't sure what she was going to do when Vanessa, their neighbor's daughter returned from college later in the week.

Opening the suite, she bustled about her morning routine of preparing coffee and whatnot for Mr Keach's arrival as she mentally clicked through the day's activities. Thankfully the calendar was packed with multiple meetings, which would keep her busy while she waited to hear whether or not their plumber was going to be able to squeeze in an emergency visit or not. If not, she and Mike had talked about getting a hotel room near work, but had ruled that out as too expensive. Staying at his brother's house was an option, but would add an extra hour to her commute.

Tina was in the middle of giving directions to a potential client when Mr Keach strode through the outer doors. He paused for a moment at her desk until she looked up at him. Based on the way his eyes raked over her and the imperious lift of his brows, she gathered he was less than pleased with her current attire, but it wasn't like she had a closet full of skanky corporate wear.

She handed him a stack of messages and held up three fingers to indicate she'd be done in about three minutes, and watched as his curtly acknowledged her nonverbal message and walked into his office. Unsure of the mood he was in, she quickly wrapped up the phone call and hung up. Taking a moment to check that her hair and make up were impeccable, she grabbed her notepad and pen and made her way to Mr Keach's door.

"Did you need something, sir, or would you like me to come back later?" she asked in a carefully modulated tone.

 

[DanFS]

Dan strode into the Outer Office, and paused at Tina’s desk, as she was on a call.
She held up three fingers, so he knew he’d be better off at his own desk.
Still, he wasn’t surprised to see she had opted to wear something more demure this morning. He would have been surprised if she had turned up dressed a sex kitten for him.
That would take time to achieve, but he would bring her around to his way of thinking, given time.

He walked into his Office and sat at his desk, booting up his laptop, and pouring himself a cup of coffee.

When she’d completed her call, Tina joined him in his Office. He motioned for her to take a seat opposite him.

”Morning Tina. Sorry about yesterday, but as you know, Travis injured his ankle. The doctors are saying he’ll need a lot of rest and recuperation. Travel to the Hospital is time consuming!”

He shook his head as if to clear it, before continuing.

”Not great timing - as my wife is booked on a flight tonight to Europe for a two week trip. including a conference and trade show to promote her own business.”

He paused to check her face for any emotion, before adding.
”It would be too time consuming to travel back and forth to my Estate to allow Travis the proper surroundings he needs, for his recovery, so I propose to work from home-and I could use your help.
If you would be willing, to add a woman’s touch around the place while my wife is gone, I will pay you an additional twenty thousand dollars, at the end of the 2 weeks, if you have carried out any additional duties to my satisfaction.”

He paused to allow her to absorb that little piece of information, knowing full well she neded the money.

”There would be housekeepers and other staff, as well as medical professionals visiting to assess Travis while he recovers, but I would like to use the time to best effect whilst I can. We still have plenty to do, before we meet with Zack Wallace, and he has been to the Estate before, so I’m sure he would visit me there to conclude our deal. It will also help us to diversify our business interests.”

”If you don’t want to come out to the Estate, that’s fine, but I’ll have to cut back on your hours, as I’ll need to pay for a temporary P.A. who is willing to stay away from home for a couple of weeks. Maybe Penny from Marketing will stand in for you…two weeks for twenty grand - what do you say?”

 

[Angeleyz]

Mentally sighing when Mr Keach motioned to her to take her customary seat, Tina made her way to the chair opposite his desk and sat down, knees pressed together with her notepad at the ready. She half expected him to make a snarky comment about her attire and was pleasantly surprised when he made no mention of it, instead focusing on Travis and his injured ankle. Her posture became less rigid as she made a soft murmur in response to his comment about traveling to and from the hospital being time consuming, knowing from when her parents had been ill how true that was.

Her brows knit in surprise when she heard that Mrs Keach was not canceling her visit to Europe. You'd think that the woman would stay home with Travis injured. 'It wasn't like they need the money for Pete's sake,' she grumbled mentally, telling herself that based on their dealings with each other that it shouldn't be a shock that the older woman would only think about herself.

Tina looked at Mr Keach sympathetically, almost forgetting what had happened yesterday in the face of his obvious concern and distress over Travis. Whatever people might say about how ruthless he could be in business, he cared deeply for his son and it showed.

It would be too time consuming to travel back and forth to my Estate to allow Travis the proper surroundings he needs, for his recovery, so I propose to work from home-and I could use your help. If you would be willing, to add a woman’s touch around the place while my wife is gone, I will pay you an additional twenty thousand dollars, at the end of the 2 weeks, if you have carried out any additional duties to my satisfaction.

Her eyes widened at the mention of twenty thousand dollars for two weeks, wondering what what he meant by 'adding a woman's touch'. She heard but didn't fully process the statement about additional duties as her brain clicked through all the things that twenty thousand could be used for. This could be the answer to her prayers!

His deep voice went on as if from a great distance as Tina tried to figure out how she'd be able to get to the estate and back every day with her car in the shop. Twenty thousand dollars could certainly get it fixed quickly, but that was assuming they'd be able to get the parts ordered and shipped in a timely fashion. Maybe she could take a taxi until it was done.

If you don’t want to come out to the Estate, that’s fine, but I’ll have to cut back on your hours, as I’ll need to pay for a temporary P.A. who is willing to stay away from home for a couple of weeks. Maybe Penny from Marketing will stand in for you…two weeks for twenty grand - what do you say?

Her head snapped up so quickly she felt something tug in her neck. 'Wait- did he say stay away from home,' she thought, dismay etched on her fine features at the thought of what Mike would say about that. Her knee bounced restlessly as she tried to weigh options. She couldn't afford reduced hours, not with Mike out of work and everything breaking down.

Tina's fingers tapped nervously on the notepad at the thought of being at Mr Keach's home, but she quickly assured herself that there'd be tons of people around. He mentioned housekeepers and other staff as well as medical professionals - plenty of people to act as buffers.

"I'll need to talk to my husband first," she finally replied, finding it impossible to keep his direct stare.

 

[DanFS]

"I'll need to talk to my husband first." she replied, after a long pause, as if she were thinking whether or not to accept the change to her working conditions.

It was quite telling that she had to look away as she said so, as if she could feel Keach's eyes burning into hers.

He was disappointed she had worn a longer skirt, and no hose.
He was a leg-man, and Tina had a great pair of legs. If only she would show them of a little more?

Keach realised he hadn't replied to her statement.
"Of course, Tina. Your husband needs to agree. I do hope you can help us, with Travis's recovery."

Just at that moment his phone rang, and as he grabbed it, he watched as Tina rose from her seat and retreated to the outer office.
Even with lower heels, and bare legs, she was a sight to behold.

Other than a couple of brief conversations during the day, Keach had plenty of work to do of his own, and calls to prospective clients to make, so Tina was left to her own devices.

He was in the middle of a long, drawn out conversation with Mr. Yamamoto in Japan, when Tina quietly opened his Office door, and waved a quick 'goodbye' for the night.
Keach returned the gesture, as Mr. Yamamoto tried to press home another argument in their forthcoming deal. Keach left for home about an hour later, passing one of the nursing staff who visited during the day to care for Travis, as she left for the day too.

Travis was already sleeping, so Keach made his own dinner and settled down for the night.

 

[Angeleyz]

There was such a pregnant pause that Tina ended up peeking at Mr Keach from beneath her long lashes, and the way he was staring at her legs caused her to immediately still the unconscious bouncing of her knee, wondering if he was gearing up to reprimand her on the nervous habit. However, he didn't say a word, almost as if he were lost in thought, until he finally stirred as if finally processing her comment.

Of course, Tina. Your husband needs to agree. I do hope you can help us, with Travis' recovery.

There was nothing but sincerity in his voice she reflected as his phone rang, which was surprising given his recent change in behavior. However the fact that he had received a call directly to his private number signaled the need to get to her feet so as to give her employer privacy, which she did before closing his door behind her.

Around the time she sat down at her desk, she became inundated with calls, which helped keep her from obsessing about Mike's possible reactions to the latest news. Despite how much they needed the money, she knew how sensitive he was to Mr Keach's high handed ways. 'If he only knew...' she thought with a derisive snort.

The rest of the day passed quietly, with the two of them going about their business with little interaction with each other. The few times she had to consult with him, however, Tina found herself standing an extra foot away from him, reluctant to put herself in a situation where he might touch her again. Surprisingly, despite the day before, he made no overt moves and she eventually relaxed until it was almost like pre-Mr Graves.

Almost.

However, before Mr Graves she wouldn't have been so conscious of her own body around him. Wouldn't have felt his gaze on her legs like it was a physical touch. Wouldn't have been on pins and needles waiting to see if he was going to make some outrageous demand.

Thankfully the rest of the afternoon flew by and soon Tina was poking her head into Mr Keach's office to let him know she was taking off. Seeing that he was on the phone, she gave him a little wave, waiting for him to acknowledge her imminent departure. The minute she saw his wave, she closed the door with a soft click and grabbed her things.

Traffic on the way home was light, which meant she got home quicker than normal, but unfortunately it also meant she didn't have as much time to figure out a way to phrase things such that Mike wouldn't get himself stirred up. She could tell by the way he gritted his teeth that he didn't care for this latest development as she laid out the options. He too recognized that they really didn't have a choice in the matter and grudgingly agreed with the stipulation that she call often.

They cuddled together on the couch watching a movie until the kids went to bed, and then they retreated to the bedroom where they gave each other massages which ultimately resulted in a sweet lovemaking session. And if he held onto her a little tighter than normal afterwards, his hands cupping her breasts in a near stranglehold, she was okay with the distraction from her worries of what would happen next with Mr Keach.

Telling herself that she was going to be surrounded by lots of other people and to stop borrowing trouble, Tina forced herself to relaxed, wiggling back against Mike with a soft sigh. She ended up falling asleep right away wrapped in the cocoon of her husband's embrace.

 

[DanFS]

Keach had a restless night’s sleep, due to Travis’ pain relief wearing off early, and Keach having to listen to his son groaning in pain.
He rang for an emergency doctor to come out and administer some more pain relief to keep Travis medicated until the Day Nurse came in to look after him, allowing Keach to go to work.
The result of this, was that Keach was not in the best of moods the following day as he strode into the office.
As it was almost 10am, Tina was already at her desk, working away, when he entered the Outer Office.
“Morning Tina.” He said sullenly. His enthusiasm for the day had already evaporated before it even began. He tried to rustle up a smile, but it was such an effort!

He caught her eye briefly, and said “Rough night, with Travis in pain.” before opening his Office door, and heading inside.
He stopped an poked his head back around the door, before adding:
“Can you give me five minutes and then join me, please?”

He closed the door, and made his way to his desk, and opened his laptop, and checked his cellphone for messages whilst his laptop started up.
He read through couple of text-alerts from the Medicare company, who provided nurses for Travis, and saw he would be well-cared for today.
At least he didn’t have to worry about that!
He could feel a headache already making itself felt. Maybe a cup of coffee would help?

After pouring a cup, and sitting at his desk, he saw an email from the Yamamoto group, and reading it, saw a revised schedule for the meeting coming up.
Things were already stressful, but it seemed Mr. Yamamoto wanted to move things up even further.
This was such a huge opportunity for the company, that Keach couldn’t really say ‘No’, but with Travis in his current condition, this was even more pressure!

Tina knocked lightly on the door, and opened it a little, peeking around the frame.
Seeing Keach was reading an email with a furrowed brow, she was about to retreat, when he stopped, looked up, and gestured for her to sit opposite him, saying:
“It’s OK. Please, sit. Yamamoto wants to move things up and I’m not sure if this is just their way of applying a little pressure to get what they want, at a better price from us.”

After pausing for a second or two, and rubbing his brow, to ease the growing headache, he asked her:
“Did you speak to your Husband, did he agree to your coming to the Estate for a couple of weeks, to help me out?”

He looked at her intently, waiting for her answer.

 

[Angeleyz]

Fingers flying over the keyboard, Tina finished up the last of her typing and glanced at the clock. Seeing that it was nearly 10am, her brows went up, knowing that while Mr Keach was able to keep his own hours it was unusual for him to arrive so late without at least calling her and letting her know ahead of time.

'Must have had a hot date,' she thought, recalling the other times her boss had rolled into the office this late. There was a reason the man kept a perfectly pressed suit hanging in the small closet in his office, especially when he had a habit of strolling in wearing the same suit from the day before especially when Mrs Keach was out of town, and she wouldn't be surprised if he'd be having to make a quick change again today.

As if her very thoughts invoked his presence, Tina heard the outer door open and looked up to see a surprisingly tidy, but somber looking Mr Keach enter and walk towards his office. His terse greeting had her rethinking his activities of the night before, and she murmured a soft greeting in return as she wondered what had put him in such a foul mood when even his smile seemed to be a snarl.

Rough night, with Travis in pain.

She frowned sympathetically, embarrassed over her less than charitable thoughts earlier of her boss carousing when Travis was laid up. Shame on her for thinking that! While he might have the morals of an alley cat, Mr Keach had always been nothing if not supportive of his son.

Can you give me five minutes and then join me, please?

"Yes, Mr Keach," she replied, thinking the pinched expression on his face foreshadowed a very grumpy boss for the rest of the day.

Two calls came in, one right after the other, before Tina had a chance to stand up, smooth out her pant suit and grab her notepad. Earlier this morning, the classic dove grey pant suit with the pale pink blouse and sensible heels had seemed like a good choice for trying to reestablish herself as the efficient assistant, and not some office play toy, but now she wasn't so sure. Mr Keach was always in a bit of a mood when she wore pants for some reason. There was no telling what he'd be like given he had started the day off on the wrong foot.

Telling herself to stop borrowing trouble, she tapped on the door before opening it a couple of inches to peek inside. Given his preoccupation, she was starting to edge away from the door when he looked up and gestured for her to sit opposite him. She sank into her customary chair while Mr Keach explained what Yamamoto had wanted to do. She watched as he rubbed at his forehead, and wondered if she should go get some Excedrin for him.

Did you speak to your Husband, did he agree to your coming to the Estate for a couple of weeks, to help me out?

Tina absently rubbed the back of her wedding ring with her thumb as she replied, "Yes, Mr Keach, Mike's... agreed." She paused, not wanting to go into her husband's expectations about frequent calls home, opting instead to murmur, "I'll need to check in occasionally of course... The twins aren't used to me being away, especially at night."

There were many questions she wanted to ask, but was afraid how they'd come across. 'Yeah one does not tell their boss that they want to make sure there are a lot of witnesses so they'd behave,' she thought to herself before clearing her throat and asking instead, "When do you wish to begin, and should I assume typical office attire is still needed despite working from your home?"

 

[DanFS]

Keach could not have hidden his pleasure at Tina's agreement to go with him to 'The Estate', if had wanted to.
It was a great weight off his mind, that he would still be able to work, whilst Travis was being looked after during his rehabilitation.

He smiled broadly, and slapped the desk with glee.
"Fantastic!" He almost shouted, unable to contain his enthusiasm.
His thoughts though were not all pure, as he was sure Tina already suspected.

He knew that at The Estate, he would be even more in control and she would not have allies and co-workers to rely on to help stave him off.

"Yes, Office attire and some more casual clothing would be preferable, as we'll be quite relaxed as we work. There will be much to do, but we can 'dress down a little'. Not so much need for formality, unless we meet a client, so some business clothing would be a good idea too. Do you need to go home and pack?"

He waited for her to reply before adding:
"I have the Company Limo on standby to take us to Jefferson Field, where we can take a Helicopter to the Estate. It's only a half-hour flight, as opposed to a two-hour drive."
After a pause-
"How soon could you leave?"

 

[Angeleyz]

Fantastic!

Tina's eyes widened as Mr Keach slapped the expanse of desk before him, thinking the display of enthusiasm was a little over the top. She tried to tell herself that he must be really worried about being so far from Travis, but there was something in the satisfied smile that split his face that caused her to worry her bottom lip apprehensively as he went on to answer her question about what kind of attire she'd need to bring with her.

Do you need to go home and pack?

Although she had started to pull things together that morning, she hadn't been completely sure how formal he'd expect to work and had left her bags only partially parked. She nodded and wasn't surprised when he spoke of using the helicopter to reach his estate. Truth be told, she would have preferred to take her own car, wanting the independence it would have afforded her, but she didn't relish a two-hour drive, especially as he had mentioned the route to his home was rather rather hilly.

How soon could you leave?

Picturing the items she still needed to pack, Tina thought for a minute before replying, "An hour and a half... Two if I hit traffic on the way home." She didn't necessarily think she'd need that much time, but she didn't want to run the risk of the limo showing up with Mr Keach to pick her up and him having to wait. The thought of the grilling Mike might subject her employer to was enough to make her stomach churn.

Before she knew it, Mr Keach was sending her home to finish packing, saying that the limo would be along in exactly two hours. She was gathering her belongings from her desk to leave when Mr Keach appeared, leaning casually against the doorframe. Noticing him, she waited expectantly, assuming he needed her to do something before she took her leave.

"One thing, Tina," he began, his eyes flicking up and down the length of her body. "A skirt or dress," he added somewhat brusquely.

"I beg your pardon," she answered confused.

"Wear a skirt or dress for the trip," he replied, flashing her a toothsome smile that did anything but make her feel at ease, "I prefer to see your legs."

An odd shiver ran down her spine as she flashed back to the memory of Mr Keach's hand skimming along her thigh before she shook it off. Telling herself that the request was no different than the expectations of her wearing makeup in the office, she nodded before practically running from the office.

+++++++++++++++

Exactly two hours later, Tina gave Mike and the kids one final hug and kiss, assuring them she'd call often, before slipping into the limo and smoothing down the material of her dress in an attempt to maintain a small amount of modesty. She couldn't miss the small satisfied smile that touched Mr Keach's lips at the sight of the simple lavender sheath she had changed into, but thankfully he didn't say anything, merely turning his attention to the papers in his hands.

Looking out the window, her fingers clutched in her lap, she tried not to worry about what might happen at the estate. She had carefully packed clothes that, while serviceable, concealed rather than revealed - clothes that would hopefully help her blend in with the rest of the staff she understood the Keaches employed.

With Mr Keach's attention on the paperwork he'd occasionally flip through and the outside scenery becoming monotonous, Tina had nothing to distract herself from her ever increasing fears, and by the time the limo had arrived at the airfield, she had gotten herself so worked up that she was tempted to tell Mr Keach that she had changed her mind.

However, the minute they had come to a stop, Mr Keach tucked the papers into his briefcase and had hustled her into the waiting helicopter, and somehow the opportunity to chicken out was lost.

 

[DanFS]

Keach was really excited by the fact Tina was going to come out to the Estate.
His response was a little exuberant, and seemed to startle Tina, but his plan was taking shape.

He had made her go home to finish packing and say goodbyes to her family, before going to collect her in the limo. The driver took her bags and placed them in the large trunk as if they weighed nothing.
Her choice of a lavender heath dress was perfect….demure, yet enticing in the hint of thigh it showed when she sat beside him.
Keach busied himself with paperwork – plans to read & absorb, and he needed to familiarise himself with Travis’ recovery plan, which the nurses had written for him.
Keach liked the nurses who were looking after Travis, and he suspected the agency had picked them based not only on their nursing skills but also their appearances.
Petra was a statuesque brunette, with a slight German accent, and a stern, but caring demeanour. Her usual partner, Olga, was a petite Russian-sounding blonde, with a much slimmer build, and smaller breasts. They fussed over Travis, and he seemed to enjoy the attention.

As Keach came out of his daydream, the car arrived at the Helicopter Pad and they were ushered aboard with barely a moment’s pause.
The pilot turned around, and welcomed them aboard, before cranking the engines up to full speed and lifting off.

Keach noticed then, that Tina seemed a little nervous.
“Don’t worry Tina – this is a safer way to travel than driving!” He said above the noise of the engines, trying to reassure her, assuming her disquiet was due to never having flown in a helicopter before.
He smiled and patted her hand, resting on her lap, before pointing out the two pilots.
“They are both ex-Air Force pilots, so we’re in safe hands. Nothing to worry about!” He smiled.

He waited until she turned away to gaze out of the window, before allowing his own gaze to drift from her gracefully curved neck, down the swell of her breasts, and across her stomach to her lap, and legs below. Her lightly tanned calves peeking out beneath the lavender coloured fabric were enticing to him.

Soon, they came into view of the Estate, which looked impressive from the air.
The pilots landed on the Helipad smoothly, and once the engines were shut down, opened the side doors to allow Keach and Tina to clamber out into the sunshine.
The air seemed clearer here, and it was almost as if they were in another country.

Travis emerged from a side-door flanked by two nurses, as he hobbled towards them on his crutches.
“Dad!” He called out, smiling broadly.
Keach turned to Tina, and smiled at Tina. “No need for you to rush.”
He walked over to Travis, and placed his briefcase on the ground, before he wrapped his arms around his son, and gave him a strong looking hug.

The two nurses shook hands with Keach as well, and waited for Tina to walk the short distance over to them.
“Hi Tina!” Travis said, full of the vigour of youth. “May I introduce, Petra & Olga, my personal recovery nurses?"
He sounded proud when he said this, and they offered their hands for Tina to shake, telling her in their softly accented voices, they were pleased to meet her.

After a few moments, swapping pleasantries, Olga tapped Travis lightly on the arm.
“Master Travis – it is time for your therapy. We need to build up your muscles, so come on…to the Gym with you!”

He rolled his eyes and shrugged.
“See you later, Dad, and you too Tina. I think Cook is suggesting a BBQ, if the weather stays like this. It will be nice to eat outside!”

He hobbled off with the nurses, and Keach turned to Tina.
“Well, here we are. Welcome to the 'Estate’.”
He wave his arm around in a grandiose gesture.
“Would you prefer to explore on your own, or would you like the tour? I have a call to make, but it can wait – it’s up to you!”
For now, he was happy to play the genial host. He was sure in the tie they had here, Tina would make use of most of the extensive facilities.

 

[Angeleyz]

Tina settled into her seat, clasping her hands together in her lap as the pilots went about their business of getting the helicopter started up and then off the ground. It certainly was louder than she thought it would be, and she had to lean in close to hear Mr Keach promise her that flying was safer than driving. She didn't realize she had started wringing her hands together until he patted them and repeated his assurances.

They are both ex-Air Force pilots, so we’re in safe hands. Nothing to worry about!

Smiling weakly, she turned to look out the window, knowing the kids would be disappointed if she couldn't describe everything she saw when she talked to them that night. Concentrating on soaking up impressions helped distract her from her earlier misgivings about going with Mr Keach to his home and the trip passed by quickly.

The first glimpse Tina caught of the estate literally took her breath away, and she pressed her forehead against the glass trying to take it all in. Sure the Keach's estate had been covered by the different society magazines, but they all focused on the Mrs Keach's interior decorating. None had ever included aerial shots like she got to witness now.

She wasn't sure how large the property actually was, and she didn't want to be so gauche as to ask, but the house alone could easily fit her entire neighborhood if she were to guess. The landscaping was impeccable, and she could easily pick out tennis courts, a swimming pool and hot tub and what looked to be stables. Why, there even seemed to be a maze of some sort to complete the idyllic setting.

Tina's stomach turned a little as they landed, although she figured it had less to do with the landing and more to do with the overwhelming grandeur of the estate. Looking at Mr Keach with a bit of a dazed look on her face, she murmured something along the lines of how impressive the estate was as the doors to the helicopter were thrown open. One of the pilots offered her hand in stepping out, and she gratefully accepted it, blinking in an attempt to adjust to the bright sun.

Travis approached, making his way towards them carefully on a pair of crutches and accompanied by what appeared to be two nurses. After telling her to take her time, Mr Keach quickly strode towards his son, giving him a warm hug in greeting. She could practically see Mr Keach's shoulders relax even from her distance, and realized how much he must have been worrying about his son.

Picking her way carefully, trying not to twist an ankle by a mistimed sinking of a heel in the grass, Tina walked up as Mr Keach was shaking hands with the two women, who Travis was quick to introduce as his personal recovery nurses. She wasn't surprised to find that both women were attractive, and their accents were quite charming. They chatted for a few minutes before it was time for Travis to go do some therapy.

Well, here we are. Welcome to the 'Estate’. Would you prefer to explore on your own, or would you like the tour? I have a call to make, but it can wait – it’s up to you!

"While I'm afraid you might have to send out a search party to find me, I'd be happy to explore on my own," she smiled, figuring that way she wouldn't have to guard her expressions. "Perhaps someone could show me where I'll be staying, and where your office is," she added quickly, reminding herself that this was not a vacation.

Picking up his briefcase in one hand, and holding out his other arm, Mr Keach teased her that he was perfectly capable of showing her both. Unable to come up with a reason why she shouldn't, Tina loosely threaded her arm through his and allowed him to escort her inside, which of course was just as grand inside as it was outside.

Weaving their way down one hallway and the next, passing by museum-quality pieces, he guided her to his office, which had a decidedly English study look and feel, with its dark wood and leather furniture. And the books, oh dear lord, the books! Two of the walls were nothing but floor to ceiling bookshelves that made her fingers itch to explore their contents.

After placing his briefcase on his desk, Mr Keach then escorted her to her room, which was actually twice as big as her room at home. The pale blues and yellows of the room were both soothing and elegant, and she could easily see Mrs Keach's artistic stamp in the delicate furniture and picturesque art. The closet had more space than her entire house had, and she tried hard not to giggle at the idea.

After reassuring that her luggage would be delivered shortly, Mr Keach took his leave to make his phone call, telling her to feel free to explore and that he'd let her know when he needed her. She waited a few minutes before shrugging and setting off to do precisely that, enjoying the paintings and other art pieces that were on display.

 

[DanFS]

Dan walked back to his private office and called his Wife, to make sure she was OK, and everything was going to plan. The call was brief, with the usual ‘I love-you’ at the end, although they hadn’t slept together for weeks.

Travis was in good hands with Petra & Olga looking after him. He wouldn’t be surprised if Travis soon told him of an erotic bed-bath one of them had given him, to ‘ease his pain’.

Keach smiled before closing the door behind him, and going in search of Tina, who was wandering in the hallway admiring the works of art.
He found her in front of a painting depicting a farm scene, with a cow, and a small boy and girl in front of a haystack, and a horse and cart in the background.
“This piece is by John Constable, an English artist, painted in 1824.” Keach told her. “I like the peace and calm it exudes. I can stand here for hours looking at it.”
He smiled and then said:
“We’re not due to eat for a while – at least an hour. I hope Beef Wellington and assorted vegetables are Ok for you? Travis has asked if we can eat together, the three of us, before he has to have his dressings checked, and painkillers, which make him sleepy. Would you like to eat together, all three of us? We dress for dinner, as it’s one of the few occasions we get the chance, when we’re together. My wife had some of her dresses and other clothing moved into your room, as the guest room. She was about your size, before she had her boob-job, so feel free to wear whatever you like, something subtly sexy would be great, as I know you’d look great! Travis & I will be wearing suits.”

He saw her look of trepidation, so he added:
“Don’t worry, Tina, I’m not asking you to dine in your underwear – just something demure, but sensual. There’s plenty to choose from. Help yourself, there’s clean lingerie, skirts, suits, all manner of clothing, including swimwear, as my wife loves to use the ‘Leisure-Suite’. The steam room is her favourite. I might go down there first and unwind….care to join me?”

He stood, smiling, trying to play the genial host, awaiting her reply.