I liked the job, liked the guys, liked the paycheck, so I stayed. The cast of characters changed, but there were three of us who lacked the ambition t... leave: me, my boss, and the owner. Then there was Brenda, the receptionist. The first time she saw me flick a butt on the ground, she reacted like I had napalmed a small village and made me skulk over and pick the cigarette up. She was always reprimanding me for my smoking, but she’d looked kind of bummed when I’d asked my boss for two weeks off. ”“Will your boyfriend mind?”I'm taken aback by his question. “I don't have a boyfriend.”“Oh, I thought you did.” He pauses, letting his words hang, and I get the feeling that there's more to his statement than is readily apparent. He changes the subject, and I notice a subtle shift in his demeanor. “The theme for this particular shoot is magic. I'm a magician who is searching for hidden treasure, and you're an assistant who just so happens to be hiding it. If you are chosen, your photos will be. The past is the past. If you wanted to share it with me, you would have.”Her eyes tightened as if I had slapped her. My comment was meant to be an easy way out for her, a way to tell her I didn’t care, but instead she took it as me saying that she had betrayed me by not telling me before I found out. She bit her lip. She did that when she was nervous, it was fucking sexy as hell, and suddenly my hormones where up again. “Look, its not true. Well not all the way true” she said to me quickly. “I. From her position between my legs, she looked up at me. "Hmm," she murmured as I met her eyes. "You look good, dear," she added, letting her breath fan over my cock. She licked me, a quick flick at first, then slowly across my head, then down my shaft. She let one hand wander down to gently roll my balls in her palm, while her other hand slid to her mound. Licking her lips, she once again met my gaze, saw the plea in them. With a sly grin that she knew drives me crazy, she let the head of my.