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This is my first story ever. Comments are more than welcome.

This is not a quick climax story. It is more like a short novel, so there is a lot to it.

This story contains details of incest among other sexual fantasies. If you are against such things, please move on.

Everything from here on is completely fictional and never actually happened.

Enjoy.

Chapter 4

My mind was full of thoughts as I stood on the front porch trying to prioritize. I ran a quick checklist in my head and decided that my choice of vehicle to drive to work would be number one. The meeting I was having this afternoon was with a large manufacturer of dry goods and they are looking for a quality trucking company to haul their goods. After reviewing hundreds of candidates, my company was one of three left to decide on. I decided on the Mercedes.

Backing out of the garage, the thought of the “blind date” my secretary sent up for me to accompany me on this meeting crossed my mind. It was a last minute decision by both her and me that I should have a female companion to accompany me because that would help show stability. I hated the idea though because if we didn’t hit it off, then I would have to worry about making us look good to my potential client, rather than just myself and my company.

I don’t remember much of the drive to work. It wasn’t long and thoughts of Victoria filled my mind. Mostly of her last request. How could I say no? She was right, she is almost an adult. But that means she wants to look sexy. Why would she want to do that? I couldn’t understand. She has never had a boyfriend, although she has told me many times of all the attempts the school boys have made. So it can’t be for her boyfriend. So then why? Did she intend to continue wearing panties in front of me and if so, did she have a clue as to what it might do? Arg! I need to focus on work right now.

I arrived at the office and everything seemed business as usual. It was Monday and trucks were hooking up to their loads and drivers were leaving. I walked into the office and the dispatch center was humming with activity as people were setting up more loads for future deliveries. I walked on to my office and just outside my door was Cindy, my secretary of five years, sitting at her desk.

“Good Morning Jim.” Cindy said with a big smile.

Cindy is a beautiful woman. She is 48, 12 years older than I am. But she looks about my age. Maybe even a little younger. I’m ashamed to admit that because of my marital status, I initially hired her because I thought she would make good “eye candy” for the office. And she does, but soon after I hired her I realized that she is so much more than that. By the time she had a week in with me, my thoughts of getting in her pants turned to respect and trust. She is extremely smart and quick. Efficient I guess would be a better word. And she’s very quick on her feet. I realized early on that I wouldn’t trade her for anyone. She is one of those one-in-a-million employees. We have gotten together sexually numerous times. It was fun and we agreed to basically be “fuck buddies,” but nothing more.

“Good morning Cindy.” I said, returning her smile. “How was your weekend?”

“Not too bad.” she said. “I went down to the beach with some of my friends and got some sun. How about yours?”

“Honestly, it was full of stress. Nothing I can’t handle, but full of stress.” I added the last bit before she asked me what was going on. I did not need to try to explain any of this to her.

“Well, that’s too bad. Sally called and said that she is on her way and is looking forward to meeting you.”

“She’s coming already?” I asked, sounding half panicked, or at least I thought I did.

“Yes, she said she’ll be here in about a half hour.”

“Ok, good.” I said. “That’ll give us a little time to get to know each other before the meeting this afternoon.”

“Yup, that’s what I was thinking.” Cindy said with a big smile. “All of the documentation you asked for is in your briefcase on your desk.”

“Thank you Cindy. You’re priceless to me.” And I gave her a quick peck on top of her head.

“You’re very welcome Jim.” She said as I walked into my office.

I knew that I had nothing to worry about with the materials for the meeting, Cindy had that covered. Nor did I really have anything to worry about with the presentation either. I’ve done this countless times and only failed once but that was more their doing than mine. By the time the meeting was over, I didn’t want their business anyway.

I sat at my desk and looked out the window. I wasn’t looking at anything and for some reason my mind was totally blank. I think my brain shut down for a bit to get a break. I was snapped back to Earth when Cindys voice came over the intercom.

“Sally is here Jim. Should I send her in?”

“No, I’ll be out in a bit.” I replied.

I checked myself in the mirror, took a deep breath and opened my office door.

I was stunned when I saw her. She was not at all what I expected. After all her name is Sally. And there she stood. My kind of girl. Thin, short, proportionate, extremely beautiful. I gave her the quick bachelor once over. Eh, 5’4”, 115 pounds, c cup breasts, very attractive, athletic looking figure, beautiful smile with full lips and bright white teeth, long black wavy hair, Big brown eyes, classy yet business-like dress that showed a little cleavage, but not too much which came to just above her knees, appropriate high heels. The shocking part, she’s black.

Now don’t get me wrong. I am not racist. Not in the least bit. In fact, I often wondered what it would be like to date a black woman. If their attributes are anything like what you see in the movies, bold, no bullshit, straight to the point…, I like that. The shocking part is that her name is Sally. I would have never imagined that.

I reached out with my right and grabbed her right hand. “Nice to meet you Sally, I’m Jim.” Then I gave her a delicate peck on the back of the hand.

“Hi Jim. What a gentleman. It’s nice to meet you too.” she said. I found her voice soothing right away. Strong, but comforting.

“So, have you had breakfast yet?” I asked. “If it’s ok with you, I’d like to spend some time with you to get to know you before the meeting this afternoon.”

“Sure, that sounds like a great idea.” she said.

“Ok then. Cindy, we’ll be at the diner if you need me. But I prefer not to be bothered with anything.”

“Not a problem.” She said. “You two go and get to know one another. I’ve got everything under control here.”

“Thank you Cindy.” I said as I opened the door for Sally. “After you.”

As we walked through the building and out to my car, I couldn’t help but notice what a fine little behind Sally has. I didn’t follow and stare, but every door I opened for her gave me a glimpse as I caught back up to her side. She has a marvelous sway to her hips. Almost mesmerizing. I almost had to force myself to remain a gentleman.

When we arrived at the diner, we chose a booth near the window. I allowed Sally to sit first and then I joined her. We made small talk about this and that. I learned that she is a beauty consultant and that it’s been fairly lucrative for her.

We ordered coffee and I watched her prepare hers to her liking. I noticed she liked her coffee the same as mine. Three sugars, one creamer. We both ordered a light breakfast and continued to get to know each other.

I already knew that having her by my side at the meeting was going to be an asset. I had nothing to worry about. She was asking questions about the trucking business and showed a genuine interest in it. I learned that her career has given her the opportunity to work with some big celebrities and that her client base expands every year.

We spent breakfast talking, time flew. Before we knew it we were having lunch. I found myself not thinking about anything else, but her. I realized, I really like her.

“Sally,” I said, “I don’t know what you expected today. Quite frankly, neither did I. But I have to tell you that I am very interested in you and would like to ask if you would like to join me for dinner this evening.”

“I would like that very much.” she said. “I like you. At the risk of sounding conceited, it’s refreshing to be out with a man and not feel like my body is all they’re interested in. I always felt like I was being gawked at. But not with you.”

“Well, I’ve been looking.” I admitted. “But I would never disrespect you like that. You are very beautiful, but I already know you’re much more than that.”

“Thank you.” she said and reached out and took my hand in hers.

We arrived at the meeting and the long and the short of it is, I got the deal. They had already met with the two other prospects and told me that I had it hands down. After the meeting we mingled a bit. I found myself separated from Sally. I watched her from the other side of the room as I pretended to be listening to the gentleman who was next to me. She was adorable. Smiling, laughing, striking up conversation. She was confident, engaging, interesting. Was I falling for her already?

As we were walking to the car, Sally and I were walking hand-in-hand. I felt great. On top of the world. It had been so long since I’ve felt this way. Suddenly Sally stopped and because we were holding hands, I spun around as our arms stretched to face her. She looked up at me, I could see it, she had affection for me too.

Looking straight into my eyes she said, “Congratulations Jim, I’m proud of you.” and gave me a kiss on the lips. Not passionate, not lustful. It was genuine, loving. I was falling for her.

I couldn’t speak. Words left me as my heart pounded in my chest. She was genuine. I could tell that what she said wasn’t something she felt she should do. She meant it. She felt it in her heart.

“Thank you Sally. Thank you very much.”

The meeting lasted five hours and it was now dinner time.

“I have to call Victoria, my daughter, and see how she’s doing.”

“Ok. While you’re doing that, I’ll call mine.” And she gave me a quick peck on the cheek.

“Cool, she has a daughter too.” I thought as I dialed the number.

“Hello?” Victoria answered.

“Hey sweetie.” I said. “You remember that Cindy set me up with a blind date for this meeting, right?”

“Yeah, why?” she asked.

“Well, I got the contract and things are going good with Sally and me too. So we decided to go out to dinner.
Are you ok with that?”

“Sure dad. That’s fine.”

Did she sound a little upset?

“What time are you going to be home?” she asked.

“I’m not sure. Might be late.”

“Well, unless it’s insanely late, wake me up when you get home so you can tell me all about it.”

“Ok. I can do that. I’ll talk to you later then. I love you.”

“I love you too dad. Have fun. Bye”

“Bye sweetheart.” And I hung up the phone.

Sally was done with her call too.

“Daughter?” She asked.

“Yeah.” I said. “15 in three weeks.”

“Do you have any other kids?” she asked.

“No, just Victoria.” I said. “How about you?”

“I have twin daughters. They just turned 14 on the 12th of last month.”

We went into the restaurant and I let her choose where to sit again. And again she chose a booth. That’s my preference too. This place is nothing fancy by any means. It’s clean, not brightly lit, but not “romance” lit either. Small, seats maybe 60 people. But they have great food and my family has been going there for years. It’s a “mom and pop” kind of place. Simple.

We talked, ordered, ate, talked some more. Things were going perfect. I felt so comfortable with her. She was obviously open and honest.

I felt like an axe dropped when she suddenly said, “I have something to tell you, and it might be a deal breaker. I’ve learned from experience that it’s best to get it out there right away before feelings get too strong and hearts get seriously broken. I have to tell you Jim, that I like you very much and I’m scared what the outcome might be, but you have to know.”

What could it be? It sounded so serious? Is it possible that she’s too good to be true? Was it the law, drugs, disease? What the hell could it be?

I braced myself for the answer. “Ok, what is it?”

She looked straight into my eyes. The room fell silent, all other light dimmed out of my vision except the one above our booth. I was fixed on her and only her, fearing what she had to tell me.

She took a deep breath, looked down and away in obvious shame and said, “I used to be a porn star.”

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