Temporary Secretary

Part 4

19 November 1980

6:30pm Wednesday

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You'd been working for Paul a couple months now. He had listed the position as a "temporary" gig, so you wondered how long he'd need you for.

You'd asked him early on, the first week (before he had propositioned you), and his response was a vague "for a little while".

Your original plan was to work this job to pay the bills until you could find something better. The pay was good, but you wanted to work somewhere that you could move up. This wasn't exactly a large business where you could rise through the ranks.

Before you had to suddenly move location, you'd been working in a corporate field. Sure, you were hired as an assistant, but you'd been promoted. You had good prospects for further advancement, but the company had dissolved. So much for that.

However, you found yourself enjoying working for Paul. The clients and cases were much more interesting than corporate issues. You got to welcome such strange people into his office, who you would have never met working in your cubicle. Those rock groups could be such characters.

Paul was the friendly sort, always in a pleasant mood. He didn't have quite a professional mindset that many in business did. He didn't feel the need to be so serious with a stick up his ass. He'd speak to clients as if he knew them, making a joke here and there.

He was so passionate about his field as well. He was generally an enthusiastic person, his positivity infectious, but he seemed to really like music itself, further than just in a legal sense. He'd make conversation with you on the direction of the sound, new artists, how it had evolved over the years.

It seemed that he didn't enjoy working in isolation for long periods of time. An extrovert, you supposed. He must need a presence to ground himself, somebody to talk at. He would pop in the lobby, asking your opinion on one thing or the other. It seemed he liked the attention, the validation of being listened to, regardless if you were much help.

Paul was quite cordial as well, thanking you for things despite it being your job. His politeness must do well in picking up women. He was a charmer, really. With his delicate features and silly attitude, it was a bit jarring when he switched to seduction that first time.

Despite the other happenings, you two were quite amiable during the daytime.

God, it was a pleasure to take him. He was so composed during the day, making it all the more satisfying to unravel him. Sure, technically, you were fucking your boss, but you made sure he hadn't gotten the upper hand. You wanted to fuck him, and it would be on your own terms. How could you resist a sweet face like that?

It seemed that Paul felt a need to have control in most contexts, so it was all the sweeter when he gave it up to you.

Despite his femininity, mannerisms and silly demeanor, his size and confident presence, his dark arched eyebrows and lidded eyes made him feel rather dominant. He was able to use this along with his friendliness to sway clients to see his side, to get what he needed done. This was likely a driving factor in his success.

Regardless, you hadn't planned out how long this temporary gig would be. You still looked over the classifieds, seeing the odd interesting prospect. No hurry, you supposed. Your current job was paying the bills in any case.

Were you hesitant about quitting? No. You weren't sticking around because of some infatuation with your boss who you happened to be fucking. It was what it was. You enjoyed your job, and would be fine whenever it ended, parting with Paul on good terms. You weren't going to be a secretary forever.