I never wanted to be a businessman. By the age of 29, I was quite happy with my career - I was working on security systems at a small distillery, and had already reached the head of the department. There were no firms installing modern systems in our city, and Moscow was tearing down at exorbitant prices, taking into account their departure. I had to order equipment from abroad and figure it out and install it myself. Then, as a part-time job, I installed similar systems to a couple of acquaintances, and somehow I accidentally discovered that by hack-making I earn more money than on the main job, and working much less. It was here that thoughts began to quit and become an IP.

If I had a family, I might not have ventured to embark on a free swim. But I did not have a wife and children, I recently broke up with my girlfriend, and my parents provided for themselves. In general, I quit and organized a security systems installation company. There were few orders, but there was no competition in the city, so there was enough life. At first, I was the only employee and easily coped, but after one incident I decided to hire a secretary. The fact is that a large part of my clients were (semi) criminal public, with whom I installed security on apartments and villas. These guys really appreciated Ponte. One of these clients somehow mentioned that if I had an office with a leggy secretary, I could easily wring the price several times more. And so, like, not solid, not in patsanski.

There is nothing to do, I rented an office, hired one Tajik to perform the physical part of the installation for me, and I left myself setting up the systems, well, and orders them from abroad. The worker went only to the place, so at first I was alone in the office. It's time to hire a secretary. But just to pay some chick a salary for sitting up my ass in the office, the toad was strangling me, besides, I haven’t got a new girlfriend yet. In general, I decided to find the best use of the secretary's ass. Made an announcement where the requirements did not have “experience”, but there was an emphasis on “external data”. Probably, I even overdid it a bit, because some frank slut poured into the interview, they were surprised that I really needed a secretary.

Looks like they thought I was opening an underground brothel. Hearing that the work will be not only for the body, but also for the head (moreover, it is not only oral sex), half went away immediately, half I sent home after a short dictation - it seems like fucking bad and bad school is somehow connected. Some, realizing that regular work does not shine for them, offered me their services in a one-time, so to speak, order, for a certain price. I once refused, and then decided to make a “test drive” before the dictation, and as a result I received several blowjobs for free. Candidates, still hoping that I would take them, did not dare to talk about the price, and then, when I showed them the results of the dictation with errors in each word, it was already too late. Although some people were annoyed at the fact that they were being fooled, not one was indignant.

Some were eliminated by external data, since they were either too vulgar or simply ugly. One did not pass by age. It is worth to talk about it in more detail.

- Listen, uh ... - I looked in the summary - Ekaterina Konstantinovna, in the announcement it is clearly written "under 30 years old".

- Yes, but it seems to me that I look young - the woman smiled ingratiatingly.

She really looked for nothing for her 35 years, but did not pull the role of the secretary's beauty.

Under my appraising glance her smile faded.

“Please ... I really need a job.”

As far as I understood, she has two schoolgirl daughters and a son, who is also going to school soon.The husband was also there, but whether she was a drunkard, or just a slacker, she did not specify, and she had to support them herself. It seemed to me inappropriate to suggest that Catherine Konstantinovna be immediately taken into her mouth, like other applicants. She was not like them - older, dressed more modest, and in general is clearly brought up more strictly. Although, when you get sales, ten times in a row, or simply readily accessible women, you inevitably think: what if they are all like that, just the price is different for everyone, and some people pretend to be better than others? And yet I decided to act gradually.

“Well, let's see how young you look.” Please stand and go out into the middle of the cabinet.

Ekaterina Konstantinovna swallowed nervously, but complied. She was wearing a modest business suit: a gray jacket, a knee-length skirt of the same color, a white blouse, flesh-colored stockings (or, more likely, pantyhose), and brown low-heeled pumps. Not a single bright spot. The aspirant has obviously never been in a position where she is so meticulously examined. She turned slightly pale and did not know where to put her hands - then she would link them in front of her, then she would pull her back, she would drop them along the seams, then she would begin to smooth out non-existing folds on clothes.

- In this dress you will not understand - I shook my head. - What are your sizes?

- Sizes?

- Well, yes, sizes. Like 90-60-90. What are you?

Applicant hesitated. Or she was too shy to name her parameters, considering herself fat, or because of lack of money she hadn’t been buying clothes for a long time, and had already forgotten. The fact that she generally came on such a dubious announcement, despite her obvious good manners, hinted at the second option. I did not wait for her to answer, took out the roulette and went to measure. Catherine was obviously dumbfounded by my inconsideration, but obediently removed her jacket and even raised her hands when I measured the chest girth.

- 93–68–97. Hmm, well, nothing. And what is the size of the breast? Fourth? Fifth?

- Fourth.

I also found out the shoe size. Catherine politely answered questions and took down my “random” touches, although I felt that all this was unpleasant for her.

- Good. Now I’m going to buy something, but for now you can practice making coffee. Coffee machine in the reception. Do you know them? Well, nothing, you will understand, the instruction is right on it.

A clothing store was located in our building a few floors below. I bought a short black skirt, a white blouse (unlike the one in which Catherine came in, translucent, and with a deep neckline), and from underwear I took only a lace white bra, rather open on top. In another store, I bought red high-heeled shoes.

- Should I wear this? - Catherine asked, when I laid out what was bought on the table in the waiting room.

Candidate was shocked by the frankness of the dress.

- I wonder why you? The ad clearly states who I need is a secretary with a model appearance. I explained to you, you will have little work, your main task is to look good. You will be judged on my firm. However, if it does not suit you, and you do not agree to walk in this, then let's finish it, and I will go and return everything to the store.

- No, I did not say that I do not agree. And you just take me? - Catherine lowered her voice almost to a whisper, as if someone could hear us.

It is necessary, this, unlike others, guarantees are necessary to begin to undress. It could be easier, given its not the best starting position. And in general, let me thank you to say that I give her a chance.

“I don't know yet,” I lied. In fact, I was almost certain that if I "took" her, it was not in the sense in which she hopes. - We have an interview, right? According to one parameter - age - you don’t fit, but maybe you have some advantages that can outweigh it - saying this, I looked right at her rather big breast, and Catherine blushed deeply, taking the hint. - In any case, I have to evaluate everything. Come on, change clothes, just be careful, if not suitable, I will return everything to the store. In five minutes, bring me coffee - I took hold of the pen in my office.

- And if someone comes in?

- Well, lock the front door - I said and went to my room.

Here, perhaps it's time to describe my office. It consisted of three cabinets arranged in a chain: ...