I really need a job. It has been two months since I was fired from my last job as a stripper and I am running low on money. I was let go because the place I worked at, Dancing Dames, was not doing well and they needed to let half of their workers go. I have looked at other strip clubs, but I want to try something new. Work though, has been hard to find, considering most of my experience is in taking off my clothes and giving lap dances. So over the weeks I have become more and more desperate for money. Anyway two days ago I saw that a local business needed a new secretary. Thinking that that position was a good place to start my new life, I took an application. The only issue being that my previous job was as a stripper. Having nothing else to put down, I decided to go for it and list all of my unusual qualifications. Now I am waiting for a response with my hopes set too high. While staring at my phone waiting and praying for a ring, the doorbell sounds. Confused why my future boss would come to my house instead of calling, I open the door. It is not a man in a suit or anyone looking to hire me, instead it is my neighbor, Jack, who has admired me for years. I mean, I guess he has a right to, I am 23 and in my prime, with beautifully formed firm breasts (size 38C), and legs that models desire with an ass that got me hired to Dancing Dames. When I open the door, Jack stands at my door step staring at my body in awe until I wake him from his daydream with a stern, “What do you need Jack?” He istanbul travesti fixes his glasses and tries to remember why he came, finally saying, “Oh umm, I just came to check on you, because I know you have been out of a job for a while, so I thought— ” “No, Jack, I do not want to work for you, I have told you this a million times!” I slammed the door in his face out of anger. I cant believe he is trying to ask me again to be his private stripper, that is not going to happen! I mean he is kind of hot, but he is just so strange! If I got any more desperate though, I might have to take him up on his offers, no matter how much I don’t want to. Sitting back down on my couch, with my mood completely destroyed, my phone rings. “Please be them saying I’m hired, please, please, please!!” I could barely control my voice as I pick up and say, “Hello this is Amber.” No one responds for a few seconds and the only sound I hear is my heart pounding, seemingly out of my chest. Then a woman’s voice responds, “Hello Amber, this is Kate, I am calling to let you know that Mr. Anderson would like to hire you as his new secretary. You start tomorrow, so dress nicely and show up at 8:00.” And with that, she hung up. I am in shock; I got the job! I can hardly believe it! But who would hire a previous stripper? All night I think about Mr. Anderson and what he will be like, tall and handsome, dark and mysterious, or just professional? The next morning at 7:00 I get up and try to istanbul travesti decide what to wear. I needed something professional, yet sexy at the same time. I ended up going with a sexy black lace bra with a matching thong and stockings with a strip down the back. All under a black pencil skirt and a white blouse that shows a bit of cleavage. And of course high heels to finish the outfit. Once my makeup was done and everything seemed in order, I grab the keys and rush out the door, not wanting to be late on my first day. Kate, the lady with whom I spoke with on the phone yesterday, shows me to Mr. Anderson’s office on the top floor of the high rise. All I could think was, this must be a good job and he must be pretty high up in rank if he’s on the top floor. The elevator door opens and I walk into a room with outer walls of glass to see a magnificent view. Kate leads me to the door at the end of the hall while explaining that the whole floor belongs to Mr. Anderson and he and I will be the only ones here during the day. I am beginning to feel nervous to meet my boss and knowing that first impressions matter more than anything else. Kate whispers good luck, and opens the door. “Mr. Anderson, Amber is here, your new assistant,” Kate says to a tall man facing the glass wall opposite us. The man slowly turns and at once I am surprised by his handsomeness. He has dark hair with bright green eyes, and is very trim but extremely built. I think, shit if he wasn’t istanbul travesti my boss I would fuck him in an instant. I still keep a sliver of hope with me in case he does want anything… anything other than a secretary. After dismissing Kate kindly, Mr. Anderson walks over and extends his hand and says in a sexy deep voice, “Hello Amber, it is nice to meet you. As my secretary you will be answering my calls and filing documents as well as doing whatever else I need at the time, understood?” “Yes Mr. Anderson.” “Good.” So for the rest of the day I sit at a desk on the opposite side of the room answering calls and going on runs to fetch whatever Mr. Anderson needs. I have an hour lunch break, but during that time must also get him something to eat. It’s a hard job, but I will do anything now to get the money. After two weeks of working, Mr. Anderson abruptly stops me one day as I’m about to go on my lunch break. “Amber, after your break we are going to have a talk okay?” “Okay, Mr. Anderson. Am I doing anything wrong becau—” “Amber, just come back after your meal okay?” “Yes sir.” At lunch I can’t eat anything because I’m so worried about what he’s going to say during our “talk”. I end up just walking around the city worried sick that I’m going to need to hunt for a job once again. After a walking for forty-five minutes, I head back to the office. I try to put myself together in the elevator and straighten my clothes before I open the door to his office. Taking a deep calming breath, I open the door and walk into the room. “Hello Amber, how was lunch?” Mr. Anderson asks politely. Taken aback by his kindness, I respond carefully, “Good I guess, I mean I was too nervous to eat, so I just walked around.” He laughs a bit and says smiling “I didn’t mean to scare you so bad jeez.