The room went silent. That was not what Randy was expecting from her. He didn't see that coming. He looked at her, thinking maybe, she was serious. She looked down at him with a twinkle in her eye. She trapped her lower lips with her teeth and as her large breasts hung down over the desk, intentionally showcasingher asset to Randy. "What is the meaning of this. Is this a joke, Tricia? I was despirately waiting to hear reasonable things from you, not knowing you are not mentally okay. Don't abuse the chance I gave to you." Randy said. " But are you really serious with this?""I'm very serious, Randy. You know I'm saying the truth." Tricia replied, standing up straight, and walking back towards the projection as her ass swing from one side to the other."Tricia... this is inappropriate and you know it. I don't have to preach to you before you know." Randy began. "If this is some sort of play, I can understand, but if this is serious... you're not going to get this job. You will be disq
It was a picture of Tricia. Randy was confused on why she was showing him her picture. Is her picture part of the work she will be doing in her office. What point was she planning to proof with her picture?On the screen, she have four of her pictures. They were not even pictures of her at work but a picture of her at a club, dancing, coated with sweat from the no-doubt heated atmosphere she was dancing in. Tricia was wearing a tight blue top which was scooped low that her large breasts were just showing out from her sides. She was also wearing a short skirt that barely covered the cheek of her big ass. It was showing off what she was wearing underneath which was a cheer pink pantie as she dance. It was an erotic view which was capable of making any man hard. The top right picture was her in a room that looked like a house party. She was dancing in front of a broad muscular guy. Her back was pressing againt him as he sqeez her two breasts with his hands. Her eyes was closed, showing
"Gosh," Randy said, sweating a little. She could not believe that a girl like her was working in his father's company. "Trust me, Randy. You are not the type of guy I'm normally into. I mean, no offense, but to a girl like me, you're kinda boring and annoying. Guys that look as handsome as you normally have the type of fun that women like me need but you are different. Or should I say you are acting different. So, I started thinking... maybe there's more in you that you are not showcasing. I was beginning to think that you are hiding your true character, your true self. The real person that you are. Maybe deep down, beyond that dull, boring façade, this whole good acting guy, everybody's Friend's act, maybe there's a dirty fucking stud just bursting to be out to be exactly the kind of guy I want to show favour," Tricia said. At this point, Randy simply closed his eyes and rubbed my palm on my forehead."Tricia..."."I know I'm talking completely off-base, but think about it. I mean,
"Against my wife? What concerns Vicky with your nonsense presentation?""Just relax, I'm about to show you." She said and advanced the slideshow. To Randy's surprise, Vicky's picture appeated. He moved forward in his seat slightly, caught off guard. The picture was just showing Vicky's face, the sun shining through her hair, her brilliant teeth flashing at the camera. It was a great picture, but knowing that Vicky was the one showing him her picture sent a wave of concern into hom, as if he knew deep down what she was about to do."This is your wife, Vicky. Very Pretty damsel. I give her that." Tricia commented. "I've met her, and yeah, she is as nice as everyone says. She is a perfect wife material," She said, curling up her lips slightly as if there was something insidious hidden within her seemingly sweet compliment. .She proceed to advance the slides forward to another picture, this one of Vicky and Tricia, side-by-side, smiling. Trica was the one taking the picture. It was as if
At this point, Randy could not control it anymore. He had taken enough from her. It was obvious she came to seduce him and make him divorce his wife. She didn't come for professional interview. He stood up, straightened his suit coat, and glanced out the window, taking in the later afternoon sun shining over the various buildings before looking at her."Well, first of all, you're fired!." Randy began, but she wasn't even bordered. She was smiling as if Randy was joking. "I can lay out the various reasons why your service is no longer needed in this company. Your first offence is Sexual harassment, followed by Inappropriate behavior in the workplace, and talking down on my wife." Randy continued."The way you conducted yourself today was enough to talk your way out of a pretty good job if you have came up with reasonable things, but I think we both know you were probably underqualified for this job anyway." Randy stated, causing her to sigh in mock offense. She was just looking at Rand
He tried to go back to his work but he couldn't. He was already tired. The arranged the papers on his desk and grabbed his office box. Going home was his best option that moment since it as 3pm. He zommed of and headed home. Vicky was surprised when she saw Randy. She was forced to check the clock to confirm. "You came back early today." Vicky said as she wrapped her hand around his neck."Yeah, I was missing you. I couldn't wait anymore.""And you expect me to believe this? I'm sure you are done with your work for the day. That's why you are hear."I'm not actually done. I was missing you. I couldn't concentrate anymore, so I packed my things and rushed over here." Randy said and Vicky smiled happily. "I've missed you as well. So good that you came home early today." She kissed him and they went upstairs together..."A WEEK LATER""I think we need a maid in this house." Vicky suggested as Randy stepped into the bed room after taking his bath. "A maid? What for? Do we really need
But how can she disguise beyond recognition?. The next day, she went and registered a new mobile number before going the saloon to cut her hair. She repainted her fingers, increased her eyebrows definition and fixed an artificial pale blue eyes. She left her nose and did a permanent lips make up, after which she did a permanent face make up.This went a long way to disguise her. She was looking totally different and more prettier than before. She got home happy but it remained one thing. Her voice."What if I change my accent? What if I start speaking like to local Mexican?" She asked herself. Though she knew it would be pretty tough but she decided to give it a try. She was ready to do anything to become Randy's house help.She download many Mexican movies and dictionary and began to practice in her house. Few days later, she began to to speak with some trace of Mexican accent. At this point, she was ready. Ready to strike the second time. This time, she was more than prepared to con
"Hey, babe. I'm so sorry for coming back late." Randy said as he walked over and gave Vicky a peck on the lips, ignoring Tricia who was standing behind."Sweetie, this is Anastasia, our new house help." Vicky said, gesturing at Tricia."wow, she's here already." He said and turned to her "Hi." Randy said, holding out his hand as he looked at her face. Tricia's heart was racing, hoping he would not recognize her. "Hola!" Tricia said brightly, taking his hand in hers and squeezed it softly. Randy looked into her eyes and smile at her and she bowed her head timidly."You are welcome." Randy said, looking at her beautiful asked."Thank you sir." She replied and Randy looked her again. "Your voice is family but your face is not. You sound like Tricia and so build up like her but your face and intonation is totally different.""I don't understand what you mean." Tricia said in a local Mexican voice."Don't worry, just that I'm amazed. I just hope you are not another version of her. Though