Samantha & Mike arrived about 10:00 and the place was very busy with mostly mature couples on the dance floor and mostly younger men at the bar.Samant...a & Mike both downed two gins each and checked things out. About half way into their third drink a handsome young black guy entered and went to the bar. He was at least 10 years her junior, about 6'1" and around 200 pounds. Samantha did not see him but Mike knew she would like him and suggested they go to the dance floor. They were dancing with. As she followed Paul she maintained as great a distance as possible without losing sight of him. She watched him disappear into the darkened grove. She was too far away to see what he was doing among the trees. She wondered if he might be relieving his sexual tension. She knew that her brothers did so when they were alone. She was undecided whether to proceed forward, or return on the path that had brought her this far.She ventured a little further. Perhaps she could get a clue as to whether to. ‘Hello?’ ‘Catching you at a bad time?’ ‘Aimee,’ he said, recognizing her voice. ‘No, no, just give me a sec.’ She heard some rustling, then he was back on the phone. ‘How you doing?’ She heard concern in his voice. ‘Not so hot,’ she said. ‘We fought yesterday. I confronted him. He denied it, of course. At first.’ She paused, not sure whether to tell him and decided what the hell. ‘I threw him out.’ ‘Are you okay?’ She said nothing. ‘You want to have a drink? Nothing frisky. Scout’s honor. Just. Blackwell's executive secretary. My job description calls for me to be his personal assistant and schedule his meetings, take care of running his office, and be his secretary with all the usual duties - typing, filing, taking dictation and the like. The reality of my job is a little different. I am basically Mr. Blackwell's personal slut - his personal fuck-toy, available for his use and pleasure in any way he wants. Aside from my office duties, I also take care of his more personal needs,.