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I’m a boss. I didn’t intend to become a boss, but I did. Allow me to explain.With a Bachelor of Science degree in Accounting and a Master of Science degree in Applied Economics from a renowned school of business, I was employed by a Fortune 100 company. But after too many years of regimented policies and stultifying bureaucracy, I was ready for a change. I uploaded my resume’ seeking to link into a job offer. My phone soon rang.The caller was the founder and CEO of a digital marketing company. At the conclusion of our telephone conversation, she requested I come to her office for a more in-depth interview.I sat in the lobby waiting; she was fifteen minutes late.“Mr. Allman?” she said as she approached. “I’m Ms. Nelson.”I stood. “Pleased to meet you, Ms. Nelson. I’m Ray Allman.”We exchanged a limp handshake. “Very nice to meet you.”“Nice to meet you too, Ms. Nelson.”She was younger than I had anticipated. Thirty, maybe. She was dressed professionally; pumps, knee-length skirt, chiffon blouse, matching necklace, and diamond stud earrings, and makeup tastefully applied. She moved with confidence; not in a hurry, but as a woman with no time to spare. She ushered me into her office and got right to the point.“I’m impressed with your resume’, Mr. Allman. What are your functions at your present job?”“Honestly, nothing in my present capacity has anything to do with digital marketing. I mostly crunch numbers to determine the underlying value of a business.”“Exactly what I’m looking for. I’m seeking growth opportunities, Mr. Allman. My goal is to acquire undervalued marketing firms and fold them into my firm. I need a person to examine their financial statements. I’ll pay handsomely for a worthy business, but I won’t overpay.”I already had a good job; I didn’t need this one. I treated https://escortium.org my visit as an opportunity to interview her as well. “Have you interviewed other candidates, Ms. Nelson?”“I haven’t.” I suspected that wasn’t true.I had a few more questions, but she went on talking. “I had an assistant until last week. She resigned. She thought I was a bitch. I’m not. But I do expect hard work and honesty. I don’t want a ‘yes’ man.”I remained silent.“Are you honest, Mr. Allman?” she bluntly asked me.“I would discharge my duties faithfully and honestly, Ms. Nelson,” I replied, scarcely concealing my umbrage.After a pause, she continued. “The job will involve some travel. I insist on meeting the management of any company I may consider buying. You would accompany me and help assess their viability. I’m often away for two to three days at a time. I pay all travel expenses, of course. Would business travel be a problem for you?”“I would prefer to be home on weekends.”“You’d be home for weekends. I’m ready to offer you a compensation package right now.”She proffered a generous offer. It included a salary some thirty percent higher than I was currently earning, health insurance, paid time off, and a matching 401(k) plan.“How much time do I have to consider your offer, Ms. Nelson?”“I’d appreciate your answer by the end of the week.”“You’ll have my answer,” I promised. “Is there anything else, Ms. Nelson?”“Only that I hope you’ll join our team, Mr. Allman.”“Thank you for this opportunity and for your time, Ms. Nelson.”~~~~~I pondered her offer for a few days. A bad day at work convinced me. I phoned Ms. Nelson and accepted her offer.Our first few trips were day trips. There were several small digital marketing firms for sale within driving distance and we’d spend the day assessing their valuation. I was usually home by dinnertime.Then came an opportunity in San Francisco. A fairly large marketing firm was skidding toward bankruptcy and desperately needed a cash infusion. We flew out to the coast to check it out.Ms. Nelson booked two adjoining rooms at a landmark hotel on Nob Hill. The next day was spent at the prospective acquisition. My boss was a tough negotiator and we returned to the hotel that evening with the requisite financial forms to make an assessment.“We’ll meet in my room to examine these documents,” she directed. “I’ll order us room service for dinner.”Damn. I was hoping to slip down to the posh hotel club and get a drink.We shared a meal on the desk in her room. We ate with our laptops open.“The business seems fixable. I think it has potential. What’s your opinion, Ray?”“Let me crunch some numbers so I can give you an accurate appraisal.”“Alright, I’ll let you do your stuff. I’ll take a shower in the meantime.” I went to work.She returned barefoot dressed in a bathrobe. She sat down next to me.“The income statement isn’t healthy and the balance sheet is laden with debt,” I explained.She leaned over to look at my screen. I got the impression she was inviting me to look down her bathrobe. She leaned on me as we examined the financial statements.“And debt service has impaired cash flow,” I pointed out. She continued leaning on me.”I have to think this over. I need to sleep on it.” She turned to me. “And I hate sleeping alone in a strange hotel.”“Security is tight here. You’ll be safe.”She just stared at me. “I’d feel a lot better if you stayed with me tonight, Ray.”Having long been wary of office romances, let alone with the boss, I demurred.“Would that be proper, Ms. Nelson?”“Drop that Ms. Nelson stuff. Call me Loraine.”“People will talk, Loraine.” I knew that was a ridiculous excuse as soon as I said it.“Who will know? Our rooms adjoin. You won’t even need to go out into the hall.”I acquiesced. “Well, I guess I can sleep on the couch if it makes you feel safer.”We opened our adjoining doors and I took a shower in my own room. I returned to her in sweat shorts and a T-shirt, a blanket in my arms for the couch. She was sitting on an upholstered chair with her laptop open. As I entered she stood, put the laptop aside, and then shed her robe. She stood naked before me.Loraine kept a nice figure. I had noticed this before in the office; her nakedness now revealed her full beauty. Her hair was loose, tumbling over her shoulders and framing her pretty face. Her tummy was trim and Loraine sported nice breasts. Her hips curved seductively and her long legs made a perfect ass of themselves. Her vagina was freshly shaved.Loraine approached and pushed me onto the bed. I sat there, still admiring my boss. “Sleep on the couch, really? Do you think I’d let you sleep on the couch?”She pulled my T-shirt off and with one deft move removed by sweat shorts. Loraine then straddled me and kissed me. I was flaccid, but not for long; my rising erection pressed up against her smoothness. She rubbed herself along its length, her arms around my neck, her head slightly canted to one side, our eyes locked. She wore the most feral, seductive look I had ever seen on a woman’s face.“Let me tend to this,” she said as she rose from my lap. “Nice,” she added, holding me in her hand.She took my full length in her mouth. She slowly retreated all the way and then handily took me deeply again. She stretched her lips outward to envelope every last millimeter of me. I knew I wouldn’t last too long with this treatment, and I didn’t. Loraine held me deep as I discharged a full payload. She rose and kissed me.
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