I've decided to restart this story since it has a lot of potential. I'm focusing on smaller chapters this time, with a more serial based plot where Zia sucks off different people for Smith for different reasons, with different settings. Needless to say as we progress, things will get hotter and heavier...
"... Protests against Wall Street continue to grow across the country. Here in New York today, thousands of demonstrators gathered in Lower Manhattan to protest the growing wealth divide. The top one percent of this country currently owns more than the bottom 90%..."
"Ayalet! Ammon! Come and eat your breakfast!" Carter yelled, never taking his eyes off the television screen.
"Coming!" a duo of voices said in unison from down the hall. A second later, they were seated around the table beside their father.
"Morning dad," they chorused in unison, giving Carter a peck on the cheek.
Ayalet and Ammon were twins. They took mostly after their mother, with coppery skin and elegantly sculpted, feminine features that made them very good looking. From their father they inherited a slight curl of the hair and a certain softness of the features which made them look much less threatening than their mom, who rather looked like she would set you on fire if you crossed her.
"Whatcha watching, dad?" Ayalet said, biting into a piece of toast.
"It's the Occupy movement. It's grown even bigger now," Carter said.
"I heard about them. A couple of the students at my school went to one of the camp outs over the weekend. What's it about anyway?" Ammon chirped.
"It's those damned banks down at Wall Street. Taking the whole pie and leaving crumbs for the rest of us... They're just getting what they're due," Carter said with disgust.
"That aside, I've got big news. Mom's got a job starting today. She'll be staying at the company housing," Carter continued.
"What?! But we won't get to see her!" Ayalet whined.
"She'll be back on weekends," Carter replied.
"But... That's five sevenths of all days we won't be seeing her!" Ammon said, shocked.
"I know, I know. But it's a really good job and it pays extraordinarily well. It could really turn things around for us. After a year or so, we can get a place in lower Manhattan and we can all be together everyday," Carter explained.
The twins gasped. "Dad, even the cheap houses there cost tens of millions!" Ayalet said.
"She'd have to be making serious dough to afford a place there!" Ammon added.
"I'm sure she will. Your mom is a wonderfully talented woman. You'll be staying at Brooklyn House for the evening," Carter said. "Bast will pick you up, then at night come back here and we have dinner together. Finish up your homework while you're there, and don't cause trouble for anyone. Understand?"
"Yes, dad," Ayalet and Ammon replied.
*Click* *Click* *Click*
"By the Nile, this blouse is tight. I think my chest has grown bigger since I last wore it. How do I look?" Zia asked as she stepped into the living room.
"You look amazing, mom!" Ammon gushed.
"Thanks, habibti," Zia said with a smile.
Zia had gone all out to impress on her first day. She was wearing a sleek pants suit that looked like it cost more than the yearly rent on their apartment. A formal white shirt was covered with a tasteful jet-black suit jacket tailored to pinch around the waist and follow her natural curves. Her trousers were made of the same material, gently caressing her shapely thighs and ending in two simple black heels.
"By the gods, you look so... Professionally hot. Like a sexy CEO," Carter said with his eyes wide. "This must've cost a fortune! Where did you get all this stuff?!"
Zia bit her lip. Her mind flashed back to 3am last night. Smith had called her and demanded her body measurements. She had snuck out of bed into the bathroom with a roll of measuring tape given them to him. Along with some... Photographic evidence of her in her underwear. To tailor the clothes, he'd claimed. At six AM sharp a briefcase had turned up at their door with the clothes.
"That's sweet, Carter. I got them last night. Now I'll call you tonight, and I'll see all of you Friday night. I should be back before seven," Zia said. She rolled back a sleeve and checked an expensive silver watch.
"Gotta go," she said, giving Carter a kiss on the cheek.
"You're not staying for breakfast?" Carter said.
"I don't want to be late. Now come give me a hug, children," Zia said. The twins rushed into their mother's arms, where Zia smushed their faces tightly into her fat breasts.
Picking up her briefcase, she left the building and went onto the streets where a black limousine was waiting for her. It took her all the way to her new place of employment in Lower Manhattan. Zia gulped anxiously as she stepped out of the limo. The building was imposing. It was a glassy grey skyscraper that went so far up she had to crane her neck to see the top. As per her instructions, she took the elevator to the seventy first floor. Behind a counter, a willowy, blue eyed brunette was seated.
"You must be the new secretary. I'm miss Palavier, Mr Smith's personal assistant," she said with a slight Eastern European accent behind a desk. "Now if you'll just follow me, I'll bring you to him."
"Hello," Zia said. "Just directions to him please, I'd... Rather meet him alone."
Ms Palavier laughed. "Don't need to be shy. We all know what you'll really be doing here," Palavier said with a wink. Zia turned a deep shade of red. The new "secretary" was led to a set of double oak doors, on which a gold plated sheet of metal informed led to the office of M. Smith, Executive. An uproar or laughter rang from inside.
"He's inside. Have a good first day," Ms Palavier said.
Zia stared anxiously at the fine wood grain. Worries filled her mind. What would Smith make her do? Would she immediately start giving him a blowjob? Or would she stand at a corner, waiting for when Smith ordered her to? Would she be doing some paperwork? Was it a mistake taking this job? What was I thinking, basically agreeing to be a prostitute?
She shook her head. She was already here. She'd see this through. Zia cleared her throat and soothed a few rumples in her pantsuit. Then she knocked on the door.
"Come in," a gruff voice said.
Zia stepped into the room and closed the door behind her.
"Zia!" Smith exclaimed. "You look even better than I imagined in the suit!"
"Thank you, mister Smith," Zia said with a blush.
"Call me sir," Smith replied.
"Yes, sir," Zia replied.
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Zia yelped and jumped upwards as the other man gave her tightly wrapped ass a slap and a squeeze.
"And who's this desert cutie?" he said, enjoying the generous amount of ass meat in his hand.
"That's misses Rashid, Patrick. Now get your hands off her. She's mine," Smith said sternly.
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Smith's raw, soft nine inch cock flopped out of his expensively tailored trousers and dangled like a fleshly firehose between his legs.
Zia bit her lower lip and nodded. He didn't need to say anything. Getting down onto her knees, she crawled under the table and greeted her boss's prick with a soft kiss from her ruby lips. Then they parted, slowly enveloping the massive cock with the wet caress of her mouth.
Though she hated to admit it, it had sent a little shiver up her spine when Smith said she was *his*. Like a beautiful watch or a sexy car, these men treated her like an object, and Smith's protective possessiveness made her chest tingle.
Easing the rapidly hardening, saliva slick cock into her throat, she settled into a comfortable medium pace, bobbing her head up and down Smith's cock as he relaxed into chair.
"Fuck, let me have a go at that after you're done," Patrick said, his voice slightly strained from his arousal at seeing the exotic beauty on her knees, skillfully working Smith's cock.
"Give us the teacher's pension fund deal and you've got a deal," Smith replied.
"Jesus, that's a hundred and ten bil, can you even handle that?" Patrick exclaimed.
Smith shrugged. "Don't know. But I'll get a hell of a fat cheque doing it."
"Fuck, alright," Patrick said. "Hand her over."
"Zia, suck my good friend dry, would you?" Smith said. Zia extracted his long meat from her throat.
"Yes, sir," she said primly. Twisting around, she lunged at the crotch of the other richly dressed man. With both hands she spread apart his legs, and ran them down the expensive silk until they caressed the huge bulge. With nimble fingers she undid the fly, and a hairy eight inch dick flopped out.
Licking her lips, Zia eagerly stuffed eight inches of cock meat into her mouth.
"F-fuck, she's good," Patrick grunted, as Zia moved like a snake, ramming the glans to the back of her throat while gently teasing the cock with her tongue.
Smith pressed the tips of his fingers together. "And I want the police pension too."
"What the fuck are you talking about, Smith? That's another two hundred billion! You can't handle that!" Patrick moaned.
"Zia," Smith ordered. He didn't need to tell her what to do. Her lips slid off the cock until it only touched the glans. As she tongued the painfully sensitive tip, she grasped his hairy balls tightly. Patrick moaned as her hands tickled his ball hairs and the tongue felt painfully acute on his twitching glans.
"Fuck you Smith," Patrick swore.
"Hmmm?" Smith said. Zia twisted the balls even further.
"Shit, you'll get the police pension. Now tell her to stop this for Christ's sake!" Patrick yelled.
Wordlessly, Zia transitioned back into her sweet blowjob, imparting worshipful pleasure on his thick dick with her soft mouth and gentle hands.
"Godamn," Patrick groaned. As she bobbed her head up and down, she used both hands to rapidly jerk him off, her fingers playing rapidly on his shaft. In her mouth she felt the cock twitch harder and harder. When she ascertained he was just about to blow, she rammed it all the way down her throat, wrapping the entire length of cock with her squishy, warm mouth as she fondled his balls.
"Ffffuuuucccckkkkk," Patrick groaned as he exploded, shooting big, sticky cumballs down her throat. With quiet efficiency she swallowed the enormous load, never batting an eyelid.
She watched her customer with open, attentive eyes, examining his powerful reaction as she consumed load after load of his spunk. When the last spurt of cum vanished down her throat, she got up from beneath the table and dabbed her lips with a handkerchief.
Looking at the man - splayed on his chair and out of breath, massive cock rapidly softening - she nodded in satisfaction.
Smith buzzed Ms Palavier in, and she took the spent man away. Once he was out, Smith grinned.
"You brilliant girl! You just made me fifty million dollars!" he exclaimed, patting Zia's head like a child who has done something well.
"Thank you, sir," Zia said, tingling inside from the compliment.
"And you knew right off the bat what to do! Amazing," Smith said. "You've not only got a brilliant mouth and a pretty face, you're amazingly quick on your feet and perceptive."
Zia blushed as she smiled. "To be honest sir, men have always been attracted to me. I've always been able to sense what they want to do to me and how I could make them feel the most pleasure."
"Oh yeah? What am I thinking of doing to you now?" Smith said with a grin.
Zia looked at Smith's hard, crystal blue eyes. "I think you want to shove me onto my knees and face fuck me until my jaw aches," Zia replied calmly.
Smith laughed. "Exactly right. But before that, a little formality."
He placed a contract on the table. "Sign here please. Standard employment contract. Sets out your wages, what I can do et cetera."
Zia pursed her lips. "I do have one condition. You can only order me to give blowjobs. Nothing else."
Smith stared at her. "You know, I've got ten supermodels practically begging me to do your job for free. The experience from simply working as my assistant in such a firm could get you a job anywhere. If you were any other girl... I'd fire you. If. You've got a deal."
Smith placed his hand on the buzzer. "Palavier, redo Zia's contract and change clause 14 to only blowjobs."
"Yes sir," an electronic voice buzzed back.
"A few more things. First, to keep things more formal, when we're with people I'll call you by your surname. Would you like to be called Rashid or Kane?" Smith asked.
Zia thought for awhile. "Rashid. It's better to avoid my family name in case people find out."
"Alright. And second, this contract does not stop me from fucking you in other ways. It merely makes me unable to order you to do so. Understand?" Smith said.
"Yes, sir. So if I give you my consent, you can take me however you want," Zia replied primly.
"Now get to work," he ordered. Zia crawled back onto her knees, under the table and in front of her boss's cock.
"I just have to resist you," Zia said, getting it hard with a few quick jerks. "How hard can that be?"
"Oh, that's what they all say at first," Smith said, reclining back into his chair as he enjoyed the wonderful blowjob being given to him by his new assistant.
