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 NSFW/Explicit  Female x Male  BDSM  Slice of Life The secretary (Morrigan x Tanakalian

Discussion in 'Roleplay Execution' started by Tanakalian, Jan 14, 2019 at 8:02 AM.

  1. Tanakalian

    Tanakalian Dreamwalker Member

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    The first thing he would do when waking up, was to call his secretary, when she wasn’t in his bed. But with a shock Egon Olsen realized that yet another secretary had quit her job, really over something as futile as following his orders. She had yelled at him that he was a pervert, a sick bastard, for even thinking he could demand other services of her. She was a respected secretary, with experience, not a personal slut for him. And subsequently had stormed out of his office, slamming the door behind her. He had gone through a dozen and a half of girls working as his personal secretary and assistant and all but one didn’t last longer than a month. He’d let them settle in, he was a very generous man, he wouldn’t jump on them. He cared for all his employees and he was very well liked by almost all of them.

    It just happened to be that he demanded more effort from his personal secretary. It had been the same in all his previous positions. His first ever job was as a simple bookkeeper, but very quickly he rose through the ranks of Aarhus GF, the Danish team he had supported from his youth onwards and where he was lucky to find a job. Within 7 years, by the age of 28 he had been their financial director and before long he was headhunted by Carlsberg, the largest brewery of Denmark to become their new CFO. From thereon it went quickly. He had various positions within Carlsberg in Europe, before taking up the position of director of their Swedish business. Just before his 40th birthday, he was invited for the position of CEO at Volvo Sweden, the largest Nordic company by turnover.

    He had moved from Aarhus to Malmo, still close enough to his beloved Denmark. He only stayed at Volvo for three years, the car industry not exactly what he had looked for. He took a few years out, travelled the world and upon his return he surprised everyone by taking up the function of CFO at Øresundsbro Konsortiet, the company running the bridge between Malmo and Copenhagen. To everyone who knew him, it seemed a few steps back, but for Egon it was a huge step forward. He had demanded a few extra’s in his interviews and had been given them. But one of his demands that had been met by the board, for full say over the duties of his secretaries, had been working against him. After the initial period of working for him, his tone would change towards the girls and women. He would make more demands, and the only way for them to refuse, was to break their contract, as they had all signed the contract. One woman, one of the earlier ones, had tried to sue the company, saying that her duties were beyond what was deemed necessary. She had lost the case and was ordered to pay damages.

    He got up from his bed, taking a quick shower and when he looked in the mirror he still liked what he saw. He had turned 51 a few months earlier and was 1.96m tall, weighing just over 85 kg. He was a tall guy, with long fingers. His dark curly hair always seemed to be in some model, but nobody who saw him could figure out if it was on purpose or by accident. His eyes were even harder to figure out. Depending on where someone would be standing with regards to Egon, they would say his eyes were green, blue or brown. Or a combination of the three. When he had dried himself, he dressed in a casual suit as was his habit. He grabbed his car-keys and drove the short distance from his large house located on the South-side of the city, at Vintrievägen, to his office.

    He greeted a few people, before opening his laptop, starting it up and browsing to a job advertisement website. He had a premium account with them, they really would know about his troubles finding a good secretary, but this time he slightly changed the lines that he always put in.

    ‘Secretary wanted for all possible jobs, at large Malmo company. Starting salary, KR 40,000. Demands will go beyond normal secretarial duties. Contact at number 1325OK of this website, experience appreciated, but not necessary’.

    There wasn’t much to go with for any prospective candidate, but he guessed that the starting salary would attract quite some attention. It was nearly double what he had offered his previous secretary, but he wanted to get the perfect girl once and for all. He was certain there would be one who was looking for a position of not just typing her boss’ letters, but doing so while sitting in his lap. It was the stuff books were written about and many a film had a scene of the secretary sitting in the lap of the boss. So why couldn’t he find that girl?

    He looked through his agenda and to his relief he had no appointments for the rest of the week, so he walked out of his office again, with big steps and went out for a coffee and some breakfast. The account on the job-site was linked to his mobile phone, so if anyone would react really quickly, he’d see it immediately. First things first, some food.
     
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  2. Morrigan

    Morrigan Well-Known Member Member

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    As a teenager, she had promised herself that at the age of 25, she would have her whole life figured out and would have moved up north to the capital of Sweden. Oh, how wrong Astrid had been! A month had passed since her 25th birthday and if someone would ask how's life was going for her, she would claim she was a failure. Astrid Skov had been a peculiar child with dreams of becoming an artist. But getting applied to one of the few artist schools in Sweden was impossible, even if you were talented. With years of trying and failing, Astrid was starting to realize that attending Konstfack in Stockholm was now just a shattered dream that would never be fulfilled and she needed to grow up.

    Because living inside the city of Malmo wasn't cheap. The rental apartment she has lived in since she was 19 years old was only getting expensive and expensive for each year and while she has always afforded to live there by having part-time jobs, she was growing sick by living from paycheck to paycheck. Astrid needed a chance and for a week from now, she has been searching on the job market for any job that was full time. She didn't care if she was interested or not, all that mattered was that it was sustainable and it would release her from the constant, incentive anxiety she was dealing with.

    But none of the job she has applicated for had reached her back. She knew only a week had passed and it probably would take some time, but Astrid was already growing impatient. She had woke up early and immediately rolled out from bed to look at ads on a variety of job application search tools. As she was scrolling through a variety of ads, she suddenly stumbled upon a very intriguing advertisement.

    It was for Øresundsbro Konsortiet, the company that handles the famous Oresundsbron, that connects Denmark with Sweden. As a citizen of Malmo, Astrid knew perfectly well what the company was and that it was a company she would gladly work for. The ad was very brief and didn't state specifically what this person was searching for his secretary. But the salary was extraordinary and while experience in the field was welcomed, it wasn't necessary. It didn't take long for her to make up her mind. Astrid impulsively clicked the "contact" button and started to fill in her application. She included her contact information and resume, as well as a personal letter.

    Dear, Mr. Olsen.

    My name is Astrid Skov and I'm the secretary of your dreams! While I have never worked as a secretary in my life before, I can guarantee you will pick a girl that will never let you down! I'm 25 years old and I live in Malmo (only 20 min from work!). I've been told I'm an extraordinary organizer and that I'm also someone that's reliable. I'm also very curious and like trying things that I'm perhaps never tried before and that's the reason why I'm sending you this application. I hope that you will contact me as soon as possible since I'm ready to start working right away.

    Best wishes,
    Astrid Skov

    After she had hit the sent button, Astrid took a long, deep breath. She had no idea what to expect, only that she hoped she would get the call to attend an interview and that she, eventually, would receive the job. But all Astrid could do now was wait.
     
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  3. Tanakalian

    Tanakalian Dreamwalker Member

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    Before he could order a coffee and some sandwiches, his phone had beeped four times. Before he had taken his first bite, that had gone up to seventeen. He was certain that 95% of the people reacting would only do it for the money. He knew that the salary was a lot more than could be expected, especially since he had declared it a starter job. Instead of taking his time, relaxing in the cool morning sun, he walked back to his office and started his laptop again. There were well over one hundred applies for the job, so he knew he had his work cut out for him.

    What he first did was to discard all the males. Of course, given the laws of any European country, they were allowed to apply, but he only would hire females. He skim-read through the remaining 87 applications, often deleting them for no apparent reasons. After he had done half of them, he walked out of his office, getting some coffee in the canteen of the company, but not staying down there, to talk to some of his colleagues, like he was used to do. By four in the afternoon, he had 12 possible candidates, something he still found too much. He wanted to narrow it down to a maximum of eight. An amount he could see in one day.

    There was one that had held his attraction, the shortest application, a girl with the least amount of experience, but a reply that spoke the eagerness he was looking for. She would be the third he would interview. He would have had two already to form an opinion, and if she turned out to be as special as her letter made her look, he could easily send the remaining five home. By 6 in the evening he had his list ready and sent all of them an email, inviting them for the following day at specific times. He had really made his mind up already, but on the off chance that a better candidate would present herself, or the interview with the girl he would want to hire was a disappointment, he always invited eight candidates for an interview.

    After he had driven home and had eaten, he lived alone, Egon had never been married, after his fiancée had died in the MS Estonia disaster in 1994. She had been on a shopping trip with a few of her friends in Tallinn, but the ferry sank on the way back to Stockholm. It had taken him a long time to get over that loss, throwing himself to his work. There really hadn’t been another girl for him, although he had some flings and short relationships. But, especially in the beginning, he would always compare a girl with his fiancée.

    He recalled the last round of interviews, only six weeks ago. He never hired a girl purely on looks. He knew that there were many other managers who would do that, but looks weren’t that important for Egon. Of course, a good looking girl was a bonus, but what good would a hot girl do if she wouldn’t perform her duties to his satisfaction. The one he had hired seemed to have the whole package, and when he had told her that she would be required to occasionally stay over at his house for extra duties, she almost had jumped to the opportunity. But the first time he had told her what exactly those duties would be, she had stormed off, only to apologise the following day, asking him to give her another chance. But she wasn’t up for it and had left.

    He went to bed early, reading a little before going over the times in his head. The one he was really looking forward to, Astrid Skov, she’d be expected to be at his office at 11 in the morning. The first would come at 9, the second at 10, and then after Astrid at 12 and onwards, one per hour. But he never took that amount of time for an interview. If they’d be in his office for twenty minutes, it was long. He fell asleep and before long he was in a deep and dark dream, inflicting pain on everyone passing his door.
     
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  4. Morrigan

    Morrigan Well-Known Member Member

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    Astrid was restless. She couldn't think straight, nor could she seem to figure out what to do with the day. All she could think of was the job she had applied for earlier and while there was a high risk that she wouldn't even be invited for an interview, she still hoped she would get picked. While she was waiting, she ended up staring at herself at the full body mirror that was hanging in her small hallway. She was sitting on her knees on the floor and was staring at her heart-shaped face. Her large, round, dark blue eyes gave her an innocent expression and her soft, dark blonde brows made her naturally look slightly confused and worried. Her lips were small, but her upper lip was slightly larger with a pronounced cupid's bow. Faint freckles could be spotted upon her slender nose and her hair was sharing the same dark blonde color as her brows. It was common that women in Sweden dyed their hair, but it seemed Astrid didn't mind her natural color. Her hair was thick and so long it was reaching her back and she usually would keep it away from her face in a high ponytail or in a messy bun.

    While Astrid didn't mind how her face looked, she couldn't deny that her body sometimes made her insecure. She would describe her that she was in the middle. She wasn't fat, nor would she describe herself as slender. Her bust was slightly eye-catching and whenever she would shop for new tops, she always had a problem that they were sitting too tight or too loose if she sized up. Her stomach was slightly flat, but her hips were wide as so was her tighs. Jeans were something Agnes found impossible to purchase and therefore, she was now strictly wearing skirts and dresses instead.

    As she was sitting there, judging her appearance, she suddenly heard a vibrating, buzzing sound. She spotted that her phone, that was lying next to her on the floor, had a new notification and she grabbed hold on to it and unlocked it. To her own surprise, she had received an email for an address she didn't recognize and when she opened it to read it, her heart skipped. She had been picked for an interview! Agnes couldn't believe it and she felt how her hand started to shake and she almost lost her hold and dropped her phone.

    "Yes! Yes! Yes!" She heard herself shouting and she pulled herself quickly up onto her feet and started to wander around her small apartment, not really knowing how to react or do. This could be it! Her way out from her dull and eventless life! At first, she had to reread the email several times to understand it. She apperently was supposed to go for an interview tomorrow at 11 tomorrow. Tomorrow. She thought it was too soon and for a moment, she started to doubt herself. But doubting meant that she was insecure and the last thing she wanted was to return to how things always have been for several years and she quickly decided she needed to attend tomorrow.

    The first thing she did was to look up how she would get there. While she lived very close to the HQ of Øresundsbro Konsortiet, it was a place she rarely passed by and it appeared the fastest way was to take the bus. She decided which one she would take to get there in time and after that, she decided what she should wear. She needed to take make a good, first impression and while she had the classic "black skirt and white shirt-office wear" in her wardrobe, she decided to pick something slightly different. The bright red, tight bodycon dress that she had purchased a few years ago had been remained untouched in her wardrobe. She had bought it for a date that never happened and while it was pretty, Astrid had never got a chance to wear it. It was way too simple to wear at a night's out with friends, but it also didn't suit for everyday wear.

    "I guess I can wear this tomorrow." Astrid thought and after feeling she was done, she decided to make herself some dinner and then, she went to bed early.

    **********************

    She had had a dreamless night. She woke up early and she had exactly 3 hours to prepare herself before she had to leave. And those 3 hours were needed. She made herself some breakfast, ate it up in her own pace and then, she started to prepare herself. She took a quick shower and washed her hair. She then dried it with a hairdryer, which took forever because of her long hair. It was slightly damp when Astrid gave up, so she pulled it up in a high ponytail and decided, after pulling out some strands, so it was framing her face, that this would be how her hair looked today. She then applied some makeup. She decided that some eyeliner, mascara and light foundation would be most appropriated, but after she put on the red dress, she felt something was missing.

    Should I?

    Astrid felt it perhaps was too much much, yet her artistic sense couldn't handle herself and in the next moment, she found herself holding her favorite, bright red lipstick and she applied it over her lush lips. The color of the lipstick matched her dress perfectly and while she was uncertain if it was too much or not for a job interview, she didn't wipe it off and decided she was ready to leave.

    Like expected, she arrived at Øresundsbro Konsortiet just 15 minutes before her interview would be held. She was wearing a warm coat over her red dress, but she cursed herself that she had decided to wear only a pair of thin, nude colored tights today. But inside, it was warm. She went directly to the receptionist and stated who she was and why she was here. The woman behind the counter looked at her screen, clicked at something and then looked back at her.

    "Mr. Olsen will come as soon as he is ready. You can sit down over there." She gestured towards some couch and Astrid decided to sit down. She put off her coat and let it rest in her lap and while she waited, she picked up her phone from her shoulder bag and started to check through her social media while she waited.
     
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  5. Tanakalian

    Tanakalian Dreamwalker Member

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    As per usual he woke a couple of times in the night, he had once told his mother about him sleeping bad that there was no woman warming his bed for him. She had laughed, but in a more serious tone had told him he really should get over the loss of his fiancée after so long. She was partially right of course. It had taken him years to get over that tragic accident, but he knew he shouldn’t dwell on it forever. By 5 am, also as per usual, he got up to make a mug of coffee, to take back to bed and check the news happening in the world. It was, again, as per usual, the same old shit.

    By 6.30 he got up, had a shower, and got dressed a little more sophisticated than normal, wearing a suit and shirt, but never a tie. He had a bit to eat and another mug of strong, black coffee, before he drove to work arriving there just before 8. He greeted the security guard, who would be replaced by the receptionist starting at 8.30 and walked to his office, situated on the ground floor. He wasn’t one of those bosses that wanted his office at the top floor, to overlook business. He checked his emails, realizing he never stopped the application-process and overnight another 147 candidates had applied. Money-grabbers, the lot of them, no doubt. He surfed to the job-website and pulled the application. Then he read the reports he would every morning of cars and trucks passing the bridge the day before, foot-passengers, the whole lot. The numbers were promising, but still not at the level he hoped to reach.

    When he got notified the first candidate was in, he waited another 5 minutes, to walk to the reception-area. The girl had definitely got potential, it turned out she was single, which was a bonus, and he talked with her about life and her expectations about the job for nearly 40 minutes. If things wouldn’t turn the way he thought with the third candidate, Astrid, she could be a potential replacement. He thanked her for coming in and showed her to the door.

    The second girl was a waste of time, like the first she was dressed in the classic black skirt, white shirt, it seemed many girls applying for a secretary job thought that was the required uniform, but it was so boring. But worse than that was that she had no input at all. Sure, she answered his questions, but that was all he got. The interview didn’t last more than 12 minutes, when he said he wouldn’t hire her, but still managed to thank her for coming in.

    He had nearly three quarters of an hour before his hoped candidate, Astrid, would come in. He surfed a bit online, reading the papers, checking his stocks and then he got notified, the girl was there. Unlike the first, he walked straight out to meet her. He was really surprised by her choice of clothing, a red dress that suited her perfectly, yet was taken aback a little bit about the bright red lipstick. He wasn’t, never had been, a fan of make-up. The dress was a definite bonus point, which was wiped off by the lipstick. But, he thought to himself, one cannot have it all.

    ‘Welcome Astrid, thank you for coming in. I appreciate you being able to make time for an interview at such short notice. To me that shows that any of the candidates I have invited really wants to work for me. Here’s the deal, I am going to ask you a couple of questions first, questions I want you to think about before giving me an answer to. And on the basis of those questions we can see if you can move forward to the second stage’.

    It was a totally different approach he had with the other two candidates, but she needn’t know that, what he was after with her, was to find out if she would be as suitable as he hoped she’d be.

    ‘First of all, if the money offered for the job would only be enough to pay for your rent and food would you still have applied. Second, if I were to have demands on your appearance, what you were to wear, both as clothing as well as make-up, would you follow that? Third, what is the one thing you would do on a free day off? Fourth, how many characters can you type per minute? Fifth, if I were to ask to hold off all calls, would you know how to deal with that? And sixth and last, if I were to tell you there could be need for you to stay over at my house at nights for other jobs, would you do them?

    I want you to take a couple of minutes to think about those questions, and when you are ready, answer them to the best of your abilities and wants. In the meantime, can I get you a drink? Coffee maybe or tea?’
     
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