"Ah Miss Forrest, I assume. You're here to interview for the post of my PA. Please sit down."

(Oh my God!  He's even better looking close to. I'm going to cream my panties just looking at him!)

"Miss Forrest? (quizzical) You may sit down."

(Blushing) "I-I'm sorry Sir - I'm a little nervous." (Sits hurriedly, hunched and waiting)

(Smiles reassuringly) "That's fine, Miss Forrest, I understand. Now there's no need for 'Sir', Mr Whittaker is just fine…and may I call you 'Susan' ?"

(Oh I'd rather call you 'Master'. You can just call me 'Cunt' if you like!) "Y-yes Si- er Mr Whittaker, that's fine."

"Now, Susan, I assume you've read the basic job specification?"

(Oh yes, Master, it's to serve your every need. Like right now I want to crawl under the desk, take your cock out and suck you until you come in my mouth!)

"Susan?"

(Clears her throat and stutters) "Yes, S- Mr Whittaker, I'm sorry I was just making sure I'd remembered everything before answering."

(Chuckles) "Well, very thorough, but I don't expect you to have memorised it. Now much of the work involves being my public relations aide, Susan. That means being the face my visitors see, making them comfortable while they're waiting. Can you do that?"

(Oh yes, Master. But I know I'll screw up on purpose..and then I'll have to strip naked in front of them so you can cane my bare bottom for forgetting to tell you they'd arrived.)

"Susan?  You look very hot and feverish. Are you not well?"

(Blushing madly) "I-I'm sorry..I'm fine, Mr Whittaker. It's a little hot in here. Could you open the window, please?"

"Of course, I'm so sorry. There..is that better?"

(Thank you, Master, I don't deserve your kindness. Tie me up and spank me!)

"Y-yes much better, thank you…and yes I'm sure I can manage that side of the work, Mr Whittaker."

"Good, good. You certainly have the looks. I'm just a little worried about your self confidence."

(Concentrate, you idiot!) "Oh no, Mr Whittaker, I know I sounded hesitant but with the heat and ..er..it's one of those days when a girl doesn't feel so good (always works)..I-I'm sorry, I so want this job!"

"Ah, of course, Susan, I quite understand. I'm glad you were open about it. Well let's see now. The job also contains a high element of trust. There will be information I impart to you which will not be public knowledge…."

(..like the way you love a girl to open her bum cheeks so you can inspect her botty-hole for cleanliness and then punishing her pussy and bum hole with a strap if she's been a dirty girl…?)

"..so I will be very reliant on your discretion. Needless to say there will be occasions when I need to get the whip out…Susan…Susan?  Oh Christ! (Grabs phone in a panic). Who is the first aid officer on this floor?  I think she's fainted!"