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Back to Business

Jenn woke up feeling a bit bewildered and more sexually satisfied than ever in her life.  A gentle breeze blew through her cabana and the morning sun was being filtered by the exotic vegetation that blanketed the island.

As Jenn yawned and stretched, she realized she wasn’t alone.  A young lady, smartly dressed stood near the bedside watching her patiently.

“Good morning ma’am, I trust you slept well,” she said matter-of-factly, as if Jenn wasn’t lying naked in front of her.

“Actually I did, thank you,” Jenn responded, “Um, do I know you?”

“I’m Courtney, your personal âssistant. May I help you get ready for the day?  Your first appointment isn’t until 10:30 so there is no need to rush.”

Thoughts of Alice in Wonderland pâssed through Jenn’s mind as she shrugged and slowly climbed out of the luxurious bedding.

Courtney led her to the restroom and then to one of the outdoor showers.

Without hesitation, Courtney disrobed and joined Jenn in the shower.  Jenn couldn’t help but admire her lovely young body, perky breasts, completely hairless pale skin, except for the tiny landing strip above the tiny cleft between her slender legs.  She looked so young.

As Courtney began washing Jenn’s body in a sensuous but not particularly erotic manner, Jenn had to ask, “How old are you?”

“I just turned 18,” Courtney responded, “her hands moving over Jenn’s breasts and then between her legs.  Courtney’s touch was pleasant, but once again more like a mâssage than a seduction.

After a wonderful hair washing and scalp mâssage, they walked naked back to the cabana, allowing the warm sun to dry them as they walked.

Once back at the cabana, Courtney painted Jenn’s finger and toenails a deep violet color, helped Jenn with her hair and make-up and then eased her into a Simone Perele bra and panties set.  Then she added a stunning Armani business suite, silk blouse and an amazing pair of Jimmy Choo strap sandals.  Dressed to kill would be an understatement as she admired herself in the full-length mirror.

Courtney put her utilitarian clothes back on, picked up a lovely Coach briefcase from the bureau and they headed off to … well, wherever Courtney was leading.

After a 10 minute walk, they arrived at a small office complex.  The architecture fit nicely into the island environment and yet still presented a somewhat imposing image.

They walked through the main doors and were greeted warmly by the receptionist.

“Good morning ma’am; good morning Courtney.”

They both responded cheerily and Courtney led her to an office suite featuring soft leathers, rich woods, etched glâss and muted colors.

When they reached what Jenn presumed to be her office, she took a seat in a leather seat softer than cashmere.  Courtney handed her a folder and reminded her that her first appointment would arrive in about 15 minutes.

Jenn had no idea what was happening, but as Courtney returned with a tall coffee just the way Jenn like it, she certainly wasn’t going to complain.  She put her feet up on the desk, admiring the pedicured toes nestled in the sexy sandals and opened the folder to find the resume of one Jackson Benjamin Becker.

A note stapled to the resume read, “Applicant for accounting and admin manager”.

Having worked for many years in accounting, Jenn perused the resume with a knowing eye.

“Not bad,” she thought.  And then there was a knock at the door and Courtney introduced … Jack!

“It’s you!”