"Okay, babe, what happened?" Ned demanded.Cassie fell to the edge of the bed. "It was just a dream, that's all." Just a dream? Nothin's 'just a dream'...with ya."Cassie ran her fingers through her hair. "Dammit, Ned..." Whoa. Now I know something's goin' on if it's 'nuff ta make ya curse." All right, yes, something happened, but it's only the same dreams I get every Halloween. I just..." She clenched a hand into a fist, punching the mattress beside her. "No, that's not right. Goodness, Ned, I've. You are a fine, beautiful sexy woman.As far as thanking me goes, it is I who should be thanking you. Thanking you for applying for the job, thanking you for accepting the job - with its unique working conditions and job requirements - and thanking you for all that you have done and will be doing for me in the future. This may be your dream job, but you are my dream secretary! "You see when my last secretary quit I was worried I would never find anyone that meshed with me like she did. I mean we. You have no right to invade my privacy.” “What privacy?” I countered. “You leave your door open like you’re inviting the whole world in. If you want privacy just shut your door!” She flounced off the bed. “Okay! I will, then!” As Sheila stormed across the room, the gown parted and her pert little tits slid into view, like two pink ice cream cones with a raspberry nipple on each. God, she was turning me on! She came to the door and tried to close it. I jammed my foot in the frame and stuck my. But personally, Vic found his job brought him up only to bring him crashing down at the end of his shift. He got to see the steamier and seamier side of the sex trade. Some of those girls were actually pretty under a ton of cheap make-up and 'rape-me rags' meant to lure more than allure. Still, flaunted female flesh had him hooked and hungry for hooker-style 'home cooking'.But at shift's end Victor left his sexual dreams and nightmares behind and settled into cold, hard reality. It was his cock.