I was browsing an internet chat room when suddenly, I see a very familiar face in the chat: my freaking awesome looking administrative assistant. I stared at the computer screen for the longest time in disbelief. I watched as she typed on her keyboard, from her bedroom, dressed in a very sexy loose fitting t-shirt with the word “SEXY” emblazoned across the front of it.

I had hired red-headed Rachel about six months early and while she was strikingly beautiful, I always kept my distance from her because sexual harassment in any form is strictly forbidden in our company. I had seen very good managers walked out of the offices, with all of their work stuff in a box, because of sexual harassment issues.

My mind was racing as I watched Rachel strip out of her shirt bearing her very well endowed, all natural 36 d-cup breasts to the internet world. She did a little strip tease dance in front of her computer screen wearing in some light blue jogging pants. Although she didn’t show all that she had, she left very little to be guessed about as she sexually danced and walked in front of her webcam. Then, suddenly, the computer screen went black and a message appeared that said she was doing a private show.

Damn.

The next day at work was hard. All I could think about was Rachel’s private little porno show. Towards the end of the day, I asked Rachel to step into the office and close the door.

She was her usual quiet self as she took up a seat in front of my desk, waiting for me to say something. When I didn’t say anything right away, she nervously asked,

“Am I in trouble for something?”

“No,” I dutifully replied, “Not unless you’ve done something I don’t know about and need to know about.”

“I don’t think I have done anything wrong,” Rachel quickly replied.

“Then there is nothing to worry about,” I shot back. “But I do have some questions to ask you.”

Rachel sat with her legs crossed, one over the other, her business skirt barely reaching her knees.

“Are you happy with you work here?” I asked.

“Very much so,” Rachel replied. “I love it here.”

“Are we compensating you well enough?” I asked.

“It’s a fair salary,” Rachel replied. “Of course, I’d love a raise but only when you think I have earned it.”

“Well,” I replied, “that’s what I wanted to discuss with you.”

Rachel sat in silence, waiting for me to continue.

“You’ve been here six months and normally we don’t hand out raises until the one-year anniversary,” I started. “But you’ve been an exemplary worker and I like you.”

Rachel and I had only had some personal conversations on a couple of occasions. I knew she was single and by choice and she knew I was married and that things were complicated. Beyond those peripheral discussions, we had never talked about our personal life outside of the office. That was fixing to change. It was a huge gamble for me, knowing how strongly the company felt about managers getting involved in the personal affairs of employees.

“I have some pull in HR and I’d like to bump your hourly wage from $12 an hour to $19 an hour.”

Rachel sat in stunned silence as she processed what I had just offered.

“Oh my God!” she exclaimed, raising her hands to cover her mouth.

“Now, the hard part,” I added. “You should know you can turn down the raise and we can still negotiate a few things. I want you to feel comfortable and no pressure in the additional job responsibilities that I might be asking of you.”

Rachel looked at me in silence. It was hard to read her.

“Can we talk about those responsibilities over dinner and a drink?” I asked.

“Are you asking me out on a date?” Rachel asked.

“No,” I replied. “I am a married man and I just thought it would be better to discuss work things in a more casual environment.”

Rachel nodded her head in agreement.

“Let me get my purse,” she replied.

I turned off my computer and met her at her desk outside of my office.

“So that no tongues start wagging,” I said, “Just follow me.”

We walked out to the parking lot, Rachel walking towards her car and me towards mine. I waited a few moments since I had an executive level parking place and she had to further to walk to get to her car. She pulled up behind me and I steered out of the employee parking lot and to a nearby restaurant.

Once we were at the restaurant, we were seated at a booth and I took up a seat opposite of her. She ordered a rum and Coke and I ordered a white Russian.

“You know,” I began,” I don’t know much about you except that you are single by choice. Tell me what you do in your spare time.”

“Not much,” Rachel replied. “I like to work out, dance, sit around the pool when I can, chat on the internet. I live a very boring life.”

I zeroed in on her disclosure about internet chat.

“You know,” I started, “I haven’t even looked to see if you have a Facebook page. Are you on Instagram, Snap-Chat or any other social media mediums?”

“Sometimes,” she dutifully responded. “I try to keep a low profile.”

I leaned forward and softly said, with a nod of my head and a pat on the bench seat on which I was seated, “Come over here, I want to show you something.”

Rachel slipped on to the open bench seat beside me as I opened my cell phone. On it, I had stored screenshots of her from the porn chat room.

“OK,” I said, tapping on my “Photos” icon, “This is just between you and me.”

As the first image appeared, I quickly thumbed to each succeeding image after only a second on each image.

Rachel closed her eyes and sat in stunned silence.

“Oh my God!” she whispered, staring straight at my phone as I flipped back to the first photo, her hand raising to her mouth.

“Don’t worry,” I told her setting down my phone. “No one else knows.”

Rachel didn’t say a word as she tried to process what had just transpired.

“This is part of why I want to give you a nice raise, so you don’t have to show off your very sexy body to perverts like me on the internet,” I remarked.

“I don’t think you’re a pervert,” Rachel replied.

“Well, some might disagree,” I argued back.

Rachel looked straight ahead. I sensed she was too embarrassed to look right at me. Finally, after a rather lengthy silence between us, she asked, “Are you looking for a private show if your own?”

“That’s totally up to you,” I replied.

“Is my raise contingent on doing a show for you?” she asked.

“No,” I replied. “You still get the raise whether you do a show for me or not. I don’t work that way. You can say ‘No’ and still get the raise.”

Rachel sat in silence, processing what I was telling her. She took a deep breath and forcibly exhaled running her slender ling fingers through her flaming orange, red hair. About that time our salads arrived at the table. Rather than move back to her side of the table, she reached across and grabbed her flatware and her cloth napkin.

As we both started on our salads, Rachel began to explain to me how and why she had gotten into porn. She said a former boyfriend signed her up and that it paid good money.

“I’m not into porno,” Rachel remarked. “I only do the video chat thing.”

I asked her what the weirdest thing ever requested was.

“I get super gross requests all the time. I simply ignore them. I am not into bondage or anything kinky like spanking and stuff. I don’t do dildos or sex toys,” Rachel declared. “Mostly its masturbation stuff.”

Sex was such an interesting topic to have over a salad appetizer, let me tell you.

“I caught my boyfriend fooling around, so I ditched him, but I make good money online, so I didn’t stop.” Rachel declared.

Our conversation shifted to her family and whether they knew anything about her mischievous side.

“Oh, hell no!” Rachel replied. “My dad is a deacon in the Baptist church and my mother teaches Sunday School. I have two younger sisters and they’d all disown me if they found out.”

I reassured Rachel her secret was safe with me.

“Do any of your friends know?” I asked. Rachel stayed quiet for a second and then said she had developed a few friends in the business, but that for the most part, any local friends, did not know anything about her secretive lifestyle choice.

Our dinner came and we ordered a second round of drinks to go with our meal choices.

As we ate the main course, Rachel started asking about my marriage. I told her it was complicated, and she pressed for details.

“We have no sex life,” I confided. “None. Zero.”

“Why?” Rachel pressed, “You’re a decent looking guy, easy-going, and you’ve got so much going for you.”

I explained that after ten years of marriage, we had fallen into a routine and that unfortunately, sex was not something either of us had ever focused on, although we were all over each other the first couple of years.

“We kind of did not take the time to make the time for it,” I said, trying to shoulder the blame as best possible, even though I knew down deep that my wife shared equal responsibilities and blame. Rachel was a good listener and was not the least bit critical, which really surprised me. She showed a level of maturity that I found alluring and admirable.

As we finished up our dinner and our conversation, Rachel reached over and took my hand in hers.

“This has been an astonishing day,” she remarked. “You are a super cool boss. Thanks.”

“Well,” I replied, “I am a guy before I am your boss.”

“Too bad,” Rachel replied, “That you have to go home to such a witch as a wife.”

“She’s a good wife,” I shot back, “just not attentive to my needs.”

Rachel proffered a wink and said, “She better start doing her job or some porno gal might step in and do it for her.”

I chuckled at her sense of humor.

‘You know,” I disclosed, “I don’t have to go home tonight. I’m supposed to be in New York City for some business stuff.”

Rachel stared straight ahead.

“But I didn’t book you for New York City.”

I smiled.

“I know,” I replied. “Just my luck.”

Suddenly, it was as if a light bulb had lit up over Rachel’s head. Her eyes widened and she looked in my direction.

“So, are you in the mood for a private show?” she pressed.

“I guess,” I replied, trying to play things off like it wasn’t super important.

“So, what do you suggest?” Rachel asked.

“Well,” I replied, “what do you feel most comfortable with? Shall I get a hotel?”

“No,” Rachel countered, “Why don’t we go to my place?”

‘You know,” I replied, “If I do that, I might not leave.”

“Well,” Rachel countered, “I might not want you to leave.”

Damn.

I followed Rachel to her small one-bedroom flat, which was cutely decorated in pinks and whites. Once we were in her apartment, she asked me to simply get comfortable as I took up a seat on her couch, while she slipped out of her work attire in the bedroom.

After only a few quick moments, Rachel reappeared in her living room, dressed casually in her blue jogging shorts and her trademark t-shirt with the word “SEXY” emblazoned across the font.

“That looks familiar,” I remarked as she put on some hip-gyrational music and started to dance in front of me. After only one song, she quickly jettisoned her t-shirt. On wow! Her boobs were equally as perfect in person as they were on-line, and I noted as much.

“Thanks,’ Rachel replied. She made her way to a point at my knees and using her own legs, she positioned herself between my spread knees. She looked down at me and smiled.

“Aren’t you sure that you don’t want to get more comfortable?” she pressed. I stripped out of my button-down shirt. Rachel did not waste any time checking out my chest and abs. There was no way to hide the bulge that had formed in my work trousers. Rachel pushed her bare knee up against my crotch and said, “Feel free to get more comfortable.”

I unzipped my trousers and peeled them open at the crotch. Rachel proffered another wink as she turned and planted her ass right in my lap. Oh, Lord!

That bump and grind on my lap was simply exhilarating. I quickly found a way to jettison my work trousers. My manhood strained at the elastic of my boxer shorts. Rachel turned and faced me, then she looped her long slender fingers into the waistband of my boxer shorts and yanked them down my thighs, completely exposing my manhood, in the process.

Without saying a word, she knelt between my legs and took my manhood in hand and studied it.

“Your wife,” Rachel declared, “Is missing out on a very good thing.”

“Don’t tell her,” I jokingly replied. Rachel leaned forward and slowly began to tongue-lick the length of tool, from my testicles to the tip bulbous end of my penis. Oh Lord Almighty.

Rachel knew what she wanted and to my surprise, she was open to anything I wanted as well. Her flaming red hair only heightened my excitement and added to the sensuousness of the moment. She shimmied out of her cotton blue jogging shorts. She was completely shaved downstairs, something I really liked. She allowed me the pleasure of orally pleasing her, for what seemed like forever, and then she did the same for me, unabated and unapologetically. How I managed to hold myself back, I still do not know.

When we finally got around to the hope of the night, Rachel did not disappoint at all. And oh! My God! That fiery redheaded passion was everything I had hoped it to be and then some. She did not hold back at all. I dumped my load deep inside of her as she cried out, “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare, freaking stop!”

Neither of us were satisfied with this simple romp in the sack. We rested and then we went back at it again. I think we repeated the cycle, three of four times that evening.

Rachel’s s alarm clock went off at six.

I simply lay beside Rachel for a few minutes, reliving the evening and night-time adventures. She looked over at me and said, “I have to get in the shower and get ready.”

“For what?” I teased. “Your boss is in New York and I am sure he won’t care if you are a few minutes late to work.”

Rachel laughed. She was more than a few minutes late to work that day. In fact, she did not go to work at all, and neither did I. I did my obligatory call in and check my voice mailbox, between love-making sessions after a great Door-Dash breakfast delivery.

Rachel was one of the best administrative assistants that ever worked for me. Her spontaneity and her sex appeal was undeniably strong. It was one of her best traits. A few weeks later and she told me she had given up the porno thing. I was happy, but a little disappointed because I had hoped we might make it on the “couple”’ cam channel.

Rachel laughed.

“Robert,” she said, “every porno girl I know would want you as their partner. I’m not sharing you.”

I looked at Rachel and smiled.

“You will,” I replied. “I can get you a company paid clothing allowance.”

Our first orgy is next week.