Bliss - Hard Times: Decadent Demands

Tugging the waist of his late fathers ill-fitting suit vest, the heavy responsibility of supporting his mother, three younger sisters, and an ailing grandfather weighed heavily on Stuart Finchs shoulders. Times were tough and jobs didnt grow on trees; not since the stock market crashed, creating poverty and food lines on every Main Street in America.

Jobs of any kind were a rare commodity these days, especially for someone with no work experience. Bending his leg, Stuart doubted the tight trousers would enable him to grovel and beg on his knees, but he would if necessary, because he would do anything to provide for his family.

The letter of recommendation his grandfather sent his former protg paved the way for the interview with regional bank manager Carlton Dempsey, but landing the job depended on how well Stuart impressed his potential new employer.

He glanced at the clock on the wall and smiled at the pretty secretary standing in front of the tall filing cabinet. Instead of offering an explanation for the delay, she simply patted her fashionable strawberry blonde bob. Her scarlet colored lips stood out in stark contrast to her creamy complexion.

Despite her voluptuous curves evident in the low-cut V neckline of the form-fitting navy polka-dot dress with pleated ruffles at the bottom, the attractive young office worker didnt appear much older than him.

She sashayed back to her desk and Stuart tilted his head to watch the hypnotic sway of her hips. The bias cut of the fabric left nothing to the imagination. He had never seen anyone as sultry as -- his eyes darted to the nameplate on her desk -- Miss Pettigrew.

Raising his gaze, Stuart cringed when Miss Pettigrew caught him staring. A flush rising up his neck, he adjusted his collar. She flashed him a sensuous smile and his temperature increased another couple of degrees. If Miss Pettigrew gave him any further encouragement, he was going to break out in a sweat, which would not be good for the most important day of his life.

A booming voice from the intercom on her desk broke their connection. Is Mr. Finch here?

Leaning over and providing Stuart a revealing view of her generous bosom, she pushed a button on the large black box with Talk-A-Phone stamped on the front. With a twinkle in her emerald green eyes she replied, Yes, Mr. Dempsey, hes here.

Have him wait while you come in for dictation, the voice ordered in a tone clearly used to being obeyed.

She puckered her bright red lips and winked at Stuart. Her sexy southern drawl wrapped around his cock like a glove, Dont worry sugar, this wont take long.

Each minute of her absence seemed like an eternity, twisting Stuarts nerves tight as a rubber band, ready to snap if she didnt return soon. When the secretary reappeared, she rolled her smudged lips together. Sitting down at her desk and crossing her shapely legs provocatively, the sumptuous secretary pulled a mirror from her drawer and applied a fresh coat of red on her luscious lips.

A moment later the disconnected voice sounded again. Send in Mr. Finch.

Looks like youre up sugar. Follow me. Stuart obediently trotted behind Miss Pettigrew, admiring the swishing of her hips so intently that he bumped into her when she stopped at the office door. She craned her neck around and smirked at him before knocking and waiting for a response. Good luck, she offered sweetly as he passed by noting the scent of gardenias.

Seated behind a large wood desk with a green leather surface in the middle, Mr. Dempsey gestured to a chair on the other side without glancing up. Have a seat Finch.

Waiting for the banking executive to finish scribbling on the documents before him, Stuart surveyed the large room. The three-story ceilings matched the main part of the bank, including a large chandelier with at least a hundred twinkling crystals hanging over a green leather wing-backed chair and matching couch arranged around a long coffee table with newspapers neatly arranged on top. Mr. Dempsey looked regal in the large opulent office fit for a king -- or a banking Titan in this case.