Bite 4 - Getting Started
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"The boss has never had a secretary before. You're the first one."
"Me, really?"
Irin pointed to herself in confusion. How could a billionaire like Pholach not have a personal secretary?
"Yes, the boss doesn't have a secretary. It's just me and Mike as assistants, and he's never had a close female associate either. The boss once said it's more convenient to work with men; they can go anywhere together without any hassle."
"Then, um... why does the boss suddenly want a secretary?"
"You'll have to ask the boss himself," Will said as he opened the office door for the boss's first female secretary. "Why does the boss suddenly want a secretary now?"
Will's voice wasn't quiet at all, so Pholach heard it loud and clear. He shot a stern look at his close subordinate. They were close enough to joke around, which is why Will dared to speak like that in front of him.
Irin met his sharp gaze before quickly looking down at the floor. Her slender hands clasped together tightly, suddenly feeling warmth in her palms, as if that part of him was still in her grasp like last night.
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"Rin, is this the right way to move?"
"Mm, good, Irin, ahh."
The deep, hoarse voice came in quick succession. Irin moved her hand slowly at first, then began to increase the pace. Her eyes focused on the swollen tip that slipped in and out between her fingers. It turned a deep red from prolonged friction and released a clear fluid that Pholach whispered was because it felt so good. It stained her hand, but she didn't stop.
Irin felt more confident because it meant her skills weren't too bad. If she could make Pholach feel good, a little mess wouldn't matter.
After a while, Irin felt it grow larger and hotter, almost scalding her hand. When she looked up, she saw his handsome face contorted, sweat pouring down his body despite the cold air-conditioned room.
"Boss?"
"Irin, I can't take it anymore, ugh."
His muscular abdomen tensed tightly, and Pholach gritted his teeth until they bulged. He had never finished with just someone's hand before; at least it had to be the mouth. But this time, Pholach really couldn't hold back.
"Ah!"
Irin gasped, her beautiful eyes widening in shock as she looked at her hand covered in a thick, milky white substance. It was so much that it stained her bathrobe and her abdomen, which was moving up and down rapidly. Pholach was panting as if he had run several kilometers, looking at the small hand that still wouldn't let go despite being completely messy, and seemed ready to continue even like that.
"That's enough now."
"Boss, I haven't used my mouth yet." She remembered the boss had instructed her to use both her hands and mouth, but she hadn't yet used her mouth. She couldn't understand why the boss told her to stop...
Irin felt she hadn't done her job properly.
"That's enough for today." Pholach lifted her chin, his sharp eyes scanning her flawless face before resting on her full, luscious lips. "Next time, you'll definitely get to use this to please me, don't worry."
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"Irin."
"Yes."
Irin snapped out of her reverie, blinking at the person in front of her. When had the boss, who had been sitting behind the desk, come closer? Why hadn't she noticed?
"What are you thinking about? I've called you several times."
"Oh, I'm sorry, boss. I was lost in thought during work hours. That was my fault."
"What were you thinking about?"
"Boss."
"Can't you tell me?"
Pholach tilted his head and asked. He didn't want to pry into his employee's personal matters unless it was because Irin kept staring at his pants.
"Irin, Irin," the secretary lowered her head, avoiding his gaze. The boss had come so close that she could smell his clean cologne and feel the warmth radiating from his large body. "Irin was thinking about last night."
"In that case, it's not considered something else because it's part of your job too."
That's true.
Irin began to smile. The boss didn't scold her for thinking about something inappropriate during work hours, since her job was just as inappropriate.
"But let's put that aside for now. I have an urgent meeting. Usually, Mike would take notes for me, but from now on, it will be your responsibility."
"Yes, boss!"
Irin responded diligently. While her performance in bed might still need improvement, she was confident that as a secretary, she wouldn't lose to anyone.
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Pholach raised an eyebrow as he looked at the unfamiliar file in the middle of the desk. He remembered that it wasn't there before he went to talk with the guest in the lounge fifteen minutes ago. Curious, he quickly stepped over to examine it and found out it was the summary of the meeting from half an hour ago that Irin had taken notes on and summarized for him.
She worked as efficiently as she claimed.
A small smile played on his lips. Irin worked thoroughly yet concisely, not missing a single important point. At the same time, she worked so quickly that he was surprised. Normally, summarizing and typing out these notes would take at least an hour, but this was done in just half an hour, significantly reducing work time.
The tall figure in an expensive suit walked behind the desk and pressed the intercom button to call the person outside the room in.
"Irin, come see me for a moment."
"Yes, boss."
After a few seconds of response, the door was knocked and opened wide. Irin, wearing a dark, fitted business suit, briskly walked towards her new boss.
"You called for me, boss? Is there something you need?"
"Come here for a moment."
"Yes."
Although she didn't understand, Irin didn't question it. She walked around to her boss without hesitation.
"Did you do this by yourself?" Pholach swiveled his chair to face his secretary, raising the file high as he asked.
"Yes, is there something wrong?"
"No, I'm just curious how you managed to summarize it so quickly, even though the meeting was filled with numbers."
"I'm used to it. My previous boss preferred work that was fast and accurate. Even a slight delay would result in a pay cut, and I didn't want that. I didn't get overtime pay anyway."
"That company worked you hard."
"That's right. I only realized it after I left. I put up with being taken advantage of for so long." Irin couldn't help but complain. Her dedication to work led to being exploited constantly. She thought a little wouldn't matter, but after roughly calculating, she realized she was taken advantage of by hundreds of thousands.
The thought made her upset.
"It won't be like that here."
Pholach assured her. He never liked exploiting employees. How much salary needed to be paid wasn't the main issue. If he could keep talented employees, the money spent could easily be recovered. It was like buying loyalty.
His sharp eyes swept over the figure in front of him. Irin was dressed smartly and professionally. She was dressed appropriately as the president's secretary, wearing a fitted suit, a skirt just knee-length, and solid black high heels. Despite her proper attire, Pholach couldn't help but have indecent thoughts.
He hadn't had the chance to see this body bare even once, unlike Irin, who had both seen and touched him. It felt a bit unfair.
"Irin, I want you to use your mouth. Now, right now."
"Boss!" The pretty secretary exclaimed, her cheeks instantly turning crimson. "No, we can't. This is the office."
"And?"
"There are surveillance cameras."
Pholach looked up at the mentioned cameras. Of course, the president's office had surveillance cameras to prevent outsiders from taking important items. Irin was likely concerned that the intimate footage might be seen by outsiders.
Beep.
"Are you at ease now?"
His room, his cameras, everything was his. Therefore, Pholach could control them. Both cameras had something slide down to cover them as soon as Pholach pressed the remote, and the door locked automatically at the same time.
Actually, the only person who can access the cameras in this office is Palach. But to ensure that no explicit footage of the president gets leaked, he thought it wouldn't hurt to turn them off.
With no excuses left, Irin took a deep breath. The boss had told her last night that she would definitely get to do it, but she didn't expect it to be this soon. Irin, in her formal attire, knelt on the floor, both hands moving to the fine fabric of the pants in front of her.
The loud sound of a zipper being pulled echoed in the silent room. Irin wasn't as scared as she had been the night before, but her excitement hadn't diminished at all.
"Boss, could you guide me?" she looked up pleadingly without realizing it. Palach didn't respond; he just reached out to loosely gather her hair, not wanting it to get in the way while she worked.
Irin slowly brought the object out. It was slightly aroused, but even so, her hand could barely wrap around it.
"Boss,"
"Hmm?"
"How am I supposed to fit you in my mouth? It's... so big,"
A slight smile curled at the corners of his thin lips. His thumb rested against her full, lipstick-moistened lips, so soft they tempted him to press his own lips against them.
"Give it a try and see if you can manage."
- Writer
