Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 39

"I'll tell you what, you're at 71 Broadway right?" She said sounding excited.

"Yes." I said teritatively

"It's so close to the office. "I'll water the plants on two conditions."

'I couldn't ask you to do that..."

"You didn't hear the conditions" She interrupted.

"Ok, I'm listening."

'I can use it to sleep over on late nights at the office, and when I do, I can put on your panties and call you for some assisted self- pleasuring. She said in a sultry voice.

My face flushed red and my pussy flushed hot. 'Oh, my God..." so wanted to explore this further but the gallery of people I was with were hovering. "We have a deal, Ms. Cynthia, but I'm afraid my ferns may need a lot of love and attention."

You horny little slut! She giggled. "I'm afraid I will also need to confiscate any panties that get soiled in the tending to your ferns as well.

"I'm not going to have any left." I said looking at Anatole making sure he was not eaves dropping or getting bored. It seemed Russel and Maurice were keeping him entertained.

"What a shame that would be... Easy access at all times." She sighed.

My face just reddened more, and I could not think of a good retort.

"Text me Stacey's number and resume. I will give her a call and arrange a meeting to get it from her and talk to her about employment options."

"Oh, I just love you so much Cynthia. You are so generous. This is above and beyond anything I could have dreamed. Thank you! Thank you! Thank you." I said excitedly until the first thing I said hit home.

"You're welcome Ms. Carmichael, but think you might be confusing unbridled lust for love Sweetie!"

There was an awkward pause and then she laughed. "I'm teasing. I Just love you too Sweetle. Good luck with the letch and I will be in touch. She hung up.

And thus, began a two-month trek to all of the major corporate offices of LVMH. About one week in I was at their office in Rome and we got a slight reprieve. They were legally obligated to finish the calendar year with their current provider. So, we only needed the employee interface up by October first so their employees could********** their fund for transfer and set future allocations. Actual fund transfers would occur on January first, when the accounts went live.

I got into a routine of talking to Cynthia around lunch time and just before dinner regarding business and eventually pleasure on certain evenings after midnight. I would talk to Stacey and my parents between 11:00PM and Midnight. Having nightly calls with Stacey and or my parents really helped to keep me grounded.

Regarding Stacey and her job situation. On that first night I called her and had her send a resume. I helped her do some homework on Cynthia and the Company and they scheduled an interview the following week at my apartment where Cynthia got a key.

Maurice and Russell became buddies with me. I truly enjoyed being with them and we worked well together. Russell was divorced and Maurice was single and gay, so they were happy to be traveling with me. Not to mention they were incredibly helpful on my shopping spree. After a few days, even the letch Mr. Renaud turned out to be a joy to know.

I had finished dinner and returned to the Belmond Hotel Cipriani in Venice. I was in freakin' Venice, in a $6000 per night hotel room with a patio overlooking the Adriatic for free, compliments of the letch and LVMH. It was the evening of the scheduled interview with Stacey and Cynthia.

I had let Stacey and Cynthia know I would be up late and hoped to hear from them. With the time difference it was about 3:00PM in New York. Their interview was at 7:00PM on a Friday night in my apartment. Cynthia was bringing dinner and they would eat and talk. If they finished at 9:00PM it would be 3:00AM in Venice.

I received a text from Stacey at 1:00AM

Stacey: She's here!

Me: You'll do great! Love you!

Stacey. Thanks, Soooo Much Love you too!

I went to bed and woke up at 6:00AM. Midnight in New York. I had no text from either of them. We had a fun day scheduled to sleep in and tour Venice for the afternoon.

I texted Stacey and ask how it went. I did not get a response by 6:15 and texted Cynthia.

Cynthia: It went well. She is a sweet girl. I think I found an opportunity she would love nearly as much as you. I'm wearing your panties... Call me!"

I was watching the sun rise over the Adriatic on a lounge chair in a nighty, and the text had my heart racing as I was dialed with a sense of purpose.

"Good morning Ms. Carmichael. I have been thinking about you." She said sending a tingle from my ear to the tips of my toes.

I sighed and breathed deeply.

She continued. I am laying on your bed Leasie. I am wearing your pink lace thong panties and your Tank T with a red heart on it. What about you?"

"I am on a lounge chair on a patio overlooking the sun rise over the Adriatic. It's breath taking. I'm wearing a red silk camisole and red silk bikini panties."

"Oh, like that Leasie. I've been thinking a lot about you. You owe me you know. She said moaning softly.

"Oh, I know. I've been fantasizing about pleasing you for a long time Ms. Cynthia."

"Really? How long have you been lusting after me Ms. Carmichael? Hold that thought and I will be right back to you." There was a long moment before she returned. "Sorry Ms. Carmichael, you were saying..."

"Well, that's tough to say... Looking back there were hints... The first whiff of your perfume in the elevator the day we met, caused and interesting reaction... Boarding the plane to The Hamptons, when I first saw your ass in those jeans. Wow... It was the sexiest ass I had ever seen. I wanted to touch it. I wanted to bite it, I wanted to fuck Ghalib the cab driver. There were so many feelings unleashed."