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Nice update

UltimateSpice:
The real estate dossiers were quite elegant. Full color, multi-page portfolios with lots of pictures and lots of luxury features like floor to ceiling windows, rooftop access, and absolutely gorgeous bathrooms.

We spent a couple of hours looking over several apartments throughout Manhattan, all in very ritzy areas and all with spectacular views. I could even get a place in the Trump Tower if I really wanted.

We could also branch outside of Manhattan, such as going to the Hamptons. Helen also let me know that I had the option of moving into Tayo Robinson's old place.

But the idea of living in the house of a father I never knew quietly creeped me out. I might want to visit it before everything got packed up, but I couldn't live there.

I finally got a break to just zone out in front of the television while Helen made a series of phone calls. We would be house hunting tomorrow.

As it turned out, I completely ignored the program I was watching and instead thought about just which big screen High Definition flat screen I wanted to get.

Afterwards, we inventoried everything I owned, mostly to set things up for a move. Much of my furniture would be sold off or otherwise replaced with a brand new interior decoration once I had a new place picked out.

A part of me felt sad over my meager possessions and the idea that they would no longer be mine very shortly. However, this was more than made up by the giddy notion that I was about to embark on a very big shopping spree.

True, a professional designer would likely be making many of the artistic decisions, but I was still the one buying a multi-million dollar apartment and all the furnishings.

Helen and I walked over every inch of my (now) seemingly very small place. No item was left un-cataloged to ensure it got routed into its proper box and then destination for later. Now I'm not a short guy by any means; but Helen was just as tall as I was. If I had let her keep her heels on, the blonde would be towering over me.

And as we continued around the place she eventually removed the black business jacket. My eyes bugged out for a moment once I realized that this girl was absolutely STACKED, her large breasts actually having to be held down by a full bra inside her blouse and making her appear extremely top-heavy over a thin waist.

I wondered, and not for the first time, how Miss Cooper ended up a personal assistant instead of a lingerie model or some other career equally appreciative of her beauty. Or maybe this particular agency was the kind of business I would want to do a lot more business with.

Still, despite her physical attributes, Helen was nothing but professional and didn't flirt with me in the slightest, despite several comments on my part.

By mid-day, once again I would be having my lunch brought to me. A part of me liked the convenience, but I was still sick of eating at home. This time, at my insistence, we ordered pizza. I'd had enough of pretentious lawyer and investment banker food.

As the smell of pepperoni hit her nostrils, I got the first genuine smile in hours out of Helen's professional demeanor.

"I probably shouldn't," she wondered, looking at the oil bubbling on top of melted cheese. In the endshe compromised, dabbing at the pizza with a napkin to soak up as much grease as possible before joining me. I'd already finished two slices by that point.

We were just finishing up lunch when a knock came at my door. Instinctively I started to get up, but Helen waved me off. "It's my job, remember?"

So I sat down and watched as she peeked through the peephole and then opened up the door. "Can I help you?"





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tonysunkan:




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UltimateSpice:
We were just finishing up lunch when a knock came at my door. Instinctively I started to get up, but Helen waved me off. "It's my job, remember?"

So I sat down and watched as she peeked through the peephole and then opened up the door. "Can I help you?"

"Oh, um... am I in the right place?" The voice I heard was melodious and completely familiar in its shy sweetness.

"Nancy?" I called out from my spot on the couch as I got up.

Nancy was just sizing up this very tall blonde with the big breasts, a badly stricken expression on her face. "I'm interrupting something. I'm very sorry." And with that she half turned to flee.

"Nancy! No, no. Please, come in. Have some pizza."

"you have company."

"Oh, no. It's not what you think." I stood side by side with Helen and reached out again, holding both of Nancy's hands as I brought her inside.

"Hello, I'm Miss Cooper," Helen offered, holding her hand out for a handshake while I closed the door. "Mr. Kendall's law firm assigned me to Mr. Robins as his personal assistant. We have a lot of documents to go over and there will be many changes in his personal life."

Nancy took the hand and allowed Helen to shake. But she still looked a little uncomfortable with the situation. "I'm Nancy," she managed to answer. "I live on the 5th floor." Then she turned to me. "I just wanted to talk. To apologize for last night."

Helen stepped in smoothly. "Mr. Robins, I have several more calls to make. I'll just leave you two alone." She turned and smiled kindly at Nancy. "Pleased to make your acquaintance."

And with that, she grabbed her briefcase and notebook computer and went into my bedroom before I could correct her into calling me 'Tade'.

I brought Nancy over to the couch, letting her sit next to me while she still eyed me a little strangely. "Every time I see you there seems to be another gorgeous woman in your orbit," she commented.

"Like you," I said softly. My heart immediately went back to the way I was feeling yesterday in the elevator, desperate to spendmore time with this pretty girl.

Nancy hung her head down, not sure how to act. A long lock of jet black hair fell over her eyes. And before I realized it, I'd pulled back on the hair, tucking it around her ear to let me see her elfin cute face.

Nancy shivered at my touch. "I don't understand it. Why can't I get you out of my head?"

"Probably for the same reason you're inside my head." And without thinking I leaned in and pressed my lips softly to hers.

She gasped in surprise but a moment later Nancy flowed back into my kiss, her hands actually coming up and holding my face as she pressed forward, parting her lips to allow my tongue in as my heart leapt in absolute joy.



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