Personal Assistance
Keywords: Personal, Assistance,
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Rolling over, feeling a little groggy, Helena Stewart quickly realised that there was something not quite right. The hard mattress was not the soft sumptuous bed of her own apartment, the bare white walls not the passionate pink of her decor. Helena realised she wasn't in her own bed, wasn't even in her own apartment. She was wearing a small black leather bra top that barely held in the whole of her DD cup breasts and a tiny tight black leather mini-skirt with her long smooth legs in kinky thigh high PVC boots. Her black lace panties were a little torn and her ass felt sore. Turning her head, Helena could see, stretched out beside her on the bed, a tall, dark haired guy with a little rugged stubble, he was naked except for a pair of blue boxer shorts so Helena could see his hairy body. He wasn't exactly the type she normally went for and Helena, remembering very little of the night before, realised she must have been pretty drunk to have even gone home with him and she always made a point of never spending the night, that was the first thing that turned no stings attached one night stand sex into the beginnings of a relationship. Her head was throbbing with the feeling of a hangover as she looked across at the digital clock beside the bed to see it was already gone 9 o'clock, it was Monday morning and she was going to be very late for work.
Helena slid the guy's arm from where it rested across her chest and slipped out of the bed without waking him, she'd leave the house and call a cab home on her cellphone. Her fitted black leather jacket hung over a chair in the corner of the room, she slipped it on and tottered out of the room on the six inch heels of her thigh high boots. Shutting the front door behind her, Helena smiled at managing to escape without having to talk to the guy again. The smile was wiped from her face when she realised she had left her handbag in the house, it had her phone, her keys and her purse with all her money in it. Helena realised that there was no way she could get home without going back into the house and that would mean talking to last night's conquest. Oh well, it couldn't be helped.
She rung the door bell and a few seconds later he appeared at the door, wrapped in an unflattering robe. He smiled at her in a way that made Helena cringe, she had been right to try and get out:
"Trying to leave already," he winked at her, "At least stay for breakfast."
"I'm late for work, just give me my handbag and I'll get out of your way."
"Let me give you a lift to work," he offered, the guy was clearly desperate, she must have been extra good last night, but she thought it would be cheaper and less embarrassing than getting a cab.
"I can't go to work dressed like this," she told him, "Take me home."
She saw him smile at the thought that he would be able to see where she lived and she made a mental note to get him to drop her off at the corner of the street. In the car he tried to make conversation but Helena deliberately ignored him apart from giving him directions to the street where her apartment was. Getting him to drop her off at the corner she got out of the car and, feeling generous now she had got away from him, turned back and smiled:
"Last night was really great. . .er. . ."
"Paul," he told her.
"Yeah, Paul, last night was great, we should do it again sometime, I'll give you a call."
Waiting to see him pull away, Helena hurried to her apartment building and up the stairs to her sumptuous luxury apartment, it was now 9:30 and she was getting later and later for work but she had to shower and change, she couldn't, as she had told Paul, go to work dressed like this. Helena walked into her large bathroom and looked at her reflection in the bathroom mirror, her lipstick and make-up was all smudged and the blonde wisps of her out of place. Carefully she removed the wig, for her real her was short and dark, and stripped out of her tight leather outfit. Turning on the warm running water of the shower she stepped under it and washed away the remaining elements of last night, the smudged make-up running from her face. The water running down between her huge breasts and down her smooth chest towards the six inch cock that hung between her smooth thighs. The soapy water of the shower washed away the glue that held her breasts in place and she removed them from her flat chest and stepped from the shower. The reflection in the mirror was now of somebody completely different, with the clothes, wig, make-up and breasts removed sexy Helena was transformed back into her daytime self, respectable Henry who dried himself off, put on a suit and hurried out of the apartment to his car to drive into work.
Henry got to the offices of his computing firm just after 10:30, he was an hour and a half late and he practically ran from the car park up to his office on the third floor of the three storeys that the company owned. He knew being that late would have got him into some serious trouble were it not for one thing, it was his computing firm and he couldn't get into trouble with anyone senior to him because he was the boss. Henry Stewart had formed Stewart Computing back in the 1980s and the company had gone from strength to strength making Henry a rich man. Two years earlier he had split up with his wife of fifteen years and moved to his apartment in San Diego closer to the offices of his company. Ever since, he had been living the strange double life as Henry Stewart, respected and respectable computing executive during the day but as soon as he got home transforming himself into sex kitten Helena going out for nights on the town hoping for some no strings attached sex. For two years Henry had lived this life quite happily and he had no reason to think that there would be anything that would change it now.
Hurrying into his large office, he was stopped outside by his new PA, Jemma Stevens. Jemma was in her mid-twenties and had recently graduated college with a major in business management, on the advice of his friend Naomi, Henry had agreed to hire Jemma temporarily as his PA to get some experience of the management world. She could have been quite pretty if it weren't for her thick glasses and how her blonde hair was cut in clumsy fringe, she dressed conservatively and was normally quiet and kept to herself around the office. Jemma had only been there for a month but Henry knew that she was far more capable than the job required and, although she wasn't the most social of people, she, did her job very efficiently and Henry found himself increasingly trusting her with more and more important things. This morning, Jemma had masses of things to go through with him, but mostly he could see she had already come up with ideas and solutions for most of them and so he found himself able to sit there and plan for Helena's next weekend out.
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Friday night and Helena was out in a club again, looking to pick up another hunky stud. Tonight she wore a tiny black halter-neck dress that she really had to squeeze herself into and that had her false DD cup breasts almost spilling out in a way that she knew really attracted the guys. The tiny skirt of her black dress clung to her pert ass which it barely covered and exposed the whole length of her sexy smooth legs which she accentuated with the heels on her black ankle boots. Her normal way of going about things involved ordering a cocktail from the bar and slowly sipping it in an enticing sensual way while she thrust her breasts out and simply waited for guys to approach her, it usually didn't take too long.
Across the flashing strobe lights of the dance floor, Helena thought she saw somebody she knew. Her back was slightly turned away from Helena and she was dressed unlike the way that Helena was used to, but Helena was sure she recognised her, or to be more precise Henry's, PA Jemma. The big glasses and bad haircut were recognisable but the tight revealing clothes nothing like Jemma's office wear. However, Helena didn't linger overly long on Jemma because her eye was instantly drawn away to the guy she was talking to. Unlike Paul of the night before, this guy was hot, he was absolutely the type of guy that Helena tended to go for and she desperately hoped he would come over and approach her but was worried that Jemma might recognise her if she came over and that could cause serious repercussions in Henry's life. The guy was tall and totally toned and muscular with tight pants and a T-shirt that showed off his very impressive chest muscles. He had a perfect white grin that was on show quite a lot as he seemed to enjoy whatever Jemma was saying. Helena felt a pang of jealousy, she should fire that bitch, she thought before remembering that she never wanted to let her two lives cross, which was why she didn't want Jemma to look over and recognise her.
She looked down at her drink to avoid Jemma's gaze as she looked over to Helena's side of the room. When she looked up again, Jemma was gone and the muscular guy was coming her way. She took a moment to compose herself, suddenly a bag of nerves where usually she was so confident with guys and took the lead. Maybe it was the association with Jemma that had made her nervous, maybe it was the fear that she had been recognised. Helena turned her gaze from the approaching guy and saw someone else coming towards her, someone else she recognised. It was Paul from the weekend before, how had he known she was going to be here? Or was it just a coincidence? He smiled at her as he came over.
"Hi," he said, "Fancy meeting you here,"
Helena was totally slumped, this had never happened to her before, she had no way of getting rid of the guy. Quick sex and then she would leave, that was the way it always worked. She felt someone at her elbow and heard a deep masculine voice say:
"I'm sorry, what do you want with my girlfriend?"
Helena turned to see the hunky guy from across the room standing beside her, looking threateningly at Paul who looked scared for a moment and then left.
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Keywords: Personal, Assistance,