New Assistant Sucks My Cock

My name is David Hawthorne, known in some circles as ‘Spike’ and I run a moderately successful brokerage business. I have lived alone for over ten years now since my previous partner died in a car crash and in that time I have put all of my energies into the business.
That isn’t to say that I have been a monk over the years I have had my share of flings: some were just one night stands others could have been more if I’d wanted them to be. The thing was that I didn’t and so it was, at the age of 43 that I found myself saying a temporary ‘farewell’ to one of the few trusted people in my life, my PA of nearly nine years Miranda, as she prepared to go off on maternity leave to have her first child. I was dreading losing the closest thing I had to a friend but the moment couldn’t be put off much longer as the baby was due in less than two weeks. Since the death of my partner Miranda had become a confidant so I knew that not having her there to support me was going to be difficult.
Miranda assured me that she had made ‘suitable’ arrangements and that I would scarcely miss her and as I drove into work on that first Monday I was dreading what would greet me sitting behind her desk. The building was quiet as I walked through to my office, I settled down to some post and was disturbed by a voice, ‘Mr Hawthorne?’
I looked up to be greeted by a well dressed man, in his thirties. He was average height, clean shaven and stockily built. ‘Good morning sir I’m Chris White, I’m from the agency, your PA arranged for me to start today.’
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