Billionaires Assistant

by Raven White

  "Follow me. I will introduce to my partner." I nodded. The was nothing much I could say, and no sound was coming out of my mouth.

  He put his hand on my back to show me the way. It was getting hot there; my pussy was so wet, I was hoping that I didn't leave a pool of liquid.

  "Here, please." He pointed at a door, which I guessed was a conference room. I entered only to see another man, so gorgeous but different. They were similar in some ways; I wondered if they were in the same family.

  "Hello, Miss Anderson. I'm Nolan Wingate. You already meet my brother, Dean." We shook hands. Now that answered my question--brother. How in the world could they have two with almost the same frame? It wasn't fair to us women.

  Where Dean was bulky, Nolan was a bit leaner. Almost the same height, his hair was a tad longer and blond versus dark hair.

  "Please sit. I know that Suzie talked about us?"

  I coughed to regain my voice. "Yes, a little. She just forgot to mention you were a brother."

  Nolan grinned. "Not only a brother but twins too. Not identical."

  Both were looking at me; I smirked at that. A lady could go wild with them.

  "Can we call you Leslie? It's such a lovely name."

  "Yes, you can." I was feeling like a rabbit in front of a wolf. For some reason, part of me wanted to leave, and another part wanted to be naked in front of them. I slapped myself internally. I was entirely out of their league, with my weight and shape. I was too curvy for them.

  "Leslie, did Suzie tell you in detail what we need?" Both of them adjusted their pants. I had a feeling the word need made them uncomfortable.

  "Not in detail, but enough to say that you needed an assistant very quickly. And I needed a job very quickly too."

  Both looked at each other, like some nonverbal message passed between them.

  "You will have to be at your desk and working with us on cases. You will be devoted to us only. You will become the third member of our team and get close, for that matter," Dean added the description.

  To be part of the team meant more work and without being laid off or not knowing if they were having difficulties so I could change places before they did something.

  "I understand that. It's part of the assistant job. I don't have a lot of experience with a law firm, but I'm eager to learn."

  Nolan smiled brightly at me and nodded at his brother. "I know you will, Leslie. We want all you can give and more."

  More, I thought. How could I give them more besides my loyalty and devotion to this job? Dean rose and came right behind me.

  He went down to my ear and whispered, "We want all and more than you think you can give us." A chill descended my spine, and he kissed my neck.

  Nolan

  I saw my brother behind her, and I smiled. My fantasy started to let loose like all hell. I noticed she wasn't indifferent to our charms. She shivered at Dean's intervention. He rose and looked at me; he was pleased with himself.

  "What do you mean by more?" Leslie asked us.

  "More? Everything. Like a regular assistant but with more intimacy."

  Her cheeks were a pretty shade of pink and getting closer to red. "I... I can't." Dean was standing behind her. He put his hand on her shoulder; she jumped a little, but at the same time, she didn't move out of his grip.

  I was sure she was a submissive. With not only one but two dominants, she would become what we wanted.

  "I think you love what Dean is doing. Am I right?"

  She only nodded at his question. I signaled at Dean to continue and maybe more. He started to give her less of a massage, instead stroking more sensually.

  "What do you think about not only one but two lovers?"

  Her emotions were on her face. Fear, excitement, desire, but also shame. It would be our job to make her see it beyond all those regular and strict standards that people think are the right ones.

  Dean started to kiss her neck again, but this time he made her rise from her chair. Dean always loved the backdoor, which I didn't mind.

  "But it's not right," she protested. Her mind wasn't free yet, but that would come.

  "Anything is right, with consenting adults. Which I think you are. Dean is doing an excellent job the way I see it. Are you wet for us?" I wanted to know. I was sure Dean's pants were tight like mine.

  She started to struggle with her desire. She tried to resist us. I put myself in front of her. Dean's hands were everywhere. She was stiff, but I demanded her to participate more, to be more active with us.

  "Answer me right now!" I urged her with my dominant voice.

  "Yes!" she almost screamed at us. I smiled. Her knowledge of what she wanted was genuinely pleasing to me.

  "You see, Dean. I think we found ourselves a new assistant."

  Dean chuckled against her skin. "Damn, her skin is so soft it feels like velvet. I want more." He started to be more aggressive with his demands.

  She whimpered and tried to prevent any sounds of pleasure.

  "Brother, you need to participate. She needs both of us to fly."

  I got closer to her; Dean was right. She was still fighting us, but she needed to lose control and give it to us, all of it. I put both my hands on her jaw and made her look at me.

  "You see, no need to fight. Both of us will make you scream." I crushed my lips against hers. She hiccupped, and I took advantage to search for her tongue. Man, she was sweet. If her pussy tasted the same, I would come in my pants.

  I wanted to let it loose so that Dean could explore more and verify her state of arousal. I knew she was starting to melt against us. Dean was playing with her tits and pinching her nipples.

  She moaned against my lips, and now I was deeper inside her mouth. I was fucking her with my tongue.

  "Ah damn, Nolan. She's so hot and wet for us." Stopping the kiss and looking down, Dean had his finger in her pussy. Even I lost myself in her with that only kiss.

  "Make her come, Dean. I want to see and hear it." Dean lowered her panties and didn't ask twice. I continued to kiss her. She was so hot; all her curves were against mine.

  "I think she's close." I looked at her, and Dean continued his magic with his finger, playing with her clit slowly. I could hear the wetness between her thighs. "She's so tight, Nolan. I wish that were my cock between her right now."

  I hissed at his statement. I could smell her. Her arousal was apparent; she wasn't able to hide it. She was pure with her emotions, no hiding. I was able to catch her moaning, but I loved hearing her noises. My pants were so tight--I had never been so hard in my life.

  "Oh god!" she moaned.

  "Faster, Dean. She's going to fly very soon." Dean increased the pace of his finger. The smell was intoxicating to my senses.

  "Fuck, Nolan. I'm going to come in my pants. Fuck. She's so passionate."

  "Faster, Dean."

  "Nolan, she has my finger like a vise grip. Fucking will be so unbelievable." I wasn't able to see what he was doing in detail but could hear the sound of her juices between Dean's finger, the way she smelled--which was excellent--and the way she was melting between my hand and gripping my bicep and clawing it.

  "I want to hear her. Fuck. I need my cock to be loose," Dean told me. I heard a zipper and pants hit the floor; I knew my brother was playing with his dick. I followed his lead. I grabbed her neck and continued to kiss her, and with my other hand, I released my cock that was confined to my pants.

  Both of us hissed. Her noises were getting louder. I knew I was damn close. Dean loved playing with her clit. The way she was moving, he increased the pace.

  "Please. Oh my god. Please."

  "Please what, love?" I...we needed to hear it.

  "Make me come," she pleaded with a little voice.

  "Hear that, Dean?" I put my mouth on her tits. I needed to play with and lick her nipples.

  "Oh god!" she screamed. I wished she would use our name, but that would come. I continued to play with her tits and my dick at the same time.

  She
made a louder sound and bucked against me. "Fuck, Nolan. She's milking my finger." I pinched one nipple, and I knew I was close. I looked into her eyes. I grunted and came, hard. My dick was pulsing my seed on my belly.

  I heard Dean coming. "Fuck, Nolan, I've never come like this. I thought I was a teenager again," Dean told us.

  I grabbed her; she was falling onto the floor.

  Leslie

  Oh! My! God! What just happened? I tried to regain control, without success. Dean took my head with his big hands and started to kiss me. It was slow, passionate, and something more. I just came, and I wanted to come again.

  That wasn't right. How could I look at them? I glanced at both of them; they were cleaning themselves. If I didn't know any better, I'd say they planned this. They got a wet cloth and towel.

  "Love? What is it?" Nolan asked me.

  I was embarrassed. "Nothing." Dean made me look at him. I wasn't able to hide my pink cheeks.

  "Don't be ashamed. What we shared was special, and there will be more in the future."

  "I'm not a whore. I've never done this for a job."

  Nolan sighed and adjusted his pants and took me by the arm. My panties were still on the floor, and my blouse was open.

  "Hey, we know that you're not a whore. You can't control that passion. We want that passion, but only for us."

  I was still feeling both their hands and lips on my skin. For some reason, I liked it, but my head was saying otherwise.

  I attempted to get free of his arms. Only to be in Dean's. "Nolan is right. What we have here, it's just for us. It's special, and it has to be cherished."

  He kissed me tenderly. That was my undoing. I knew I was right for the job; I'd been doing this for many years. But I never did this, not even in my wildest fantasy. Two men at the same time, that was too much. Trying to have one is difficult.

  "We will give you the weekend. But we will see you Monday morning, to start working with us."

  "I can't accept it. It was supposed to be a regular interview, not this."

  "What did you feel when Dean had his finger inside you? I was able to watch it all, and you loved it. You weren't ashamed of it at all. It was like you knew that was bound to happen."

  I shook my head. "I shouldn't like this. I knew this could happen. I heard a story about this kind of interview. Since I will not do it again, I'd rather not accept it because I have a feeling that will repeat and that's not right."

  I tried to snatch my panties off the floor, but Dean caught them before I did. "No, no more panties. This pair was your last. I'll keep it as a souvenir of the fact that we found you."

  "No, I need panties. I can't wander around without them."

  Dean gripped the back of my neck. "If you have those, and I catch it, you will be punished. I gave you a command, and you will comply with it."

  "Punished?"

  "Stop, Dean, you're going too fast. Leslie, we never thought we'd find the right one. The one that would be ours but here you are. And we will be happy together."

  They helped me with my clothing, and I was too stunned to refuse it. They cleaned up everything; it was like we'd never been in this place. Both came with me outside the building. They called me a taxi and gave him cash and the address.

  I looked at them again; both were looking at me as if they found their prey. All my life I've wanted something like this. But inside, it didn't feel right.

  Chapter Four

  Leslie

  After the cab brought me back home, I realized the significant impact in my life. Yes, I got a job but at what cost. Even they said that I wasn't a whore, and to enjoy the time that we have. The uncertainty made me wonder if everything was right. My mind wasn't at peace with all this.

  The phone ringing brought me back to reality. I picked up my phone. "Hello?"

  "Leslie, it's Suzie."

  Just in the nick of time. She always has the right timing--now more than ever. I smiled at her voice.

  "Hey."

  "So, how was the interview?"

  How could I tell her? She would know if I lied.

  "It went okay. I got the job but..." I heard her sigh.

  "What happened? The job seems very interesting. Why hesitate?"

  "Something happened during the interview, and I don't know if it's right. Their told me to be back Monday and that we would start working together, but at the same time I'm not sure."

  I was trying to find the right words to explain something even I didn't comprehend.

  "What happened?"

  I remained silent about the interview that became pure sex.

  "Did they try to explore something with you?"

  I was surprised; if I didn't know any better, I would say she knew what happened at that interview.

  "I have a weird feeling about all this."

  "How so?"

  "I have a feeling that you knew this was bound to happen. You know what I mean, Suzie. Sex was in order today."

  "Did you do it?" She was daring with that question.

  "Suzie, how could you? You were my friend." In two seconds, I felt betrayed by all this.

  "Leslie, sorry I didn't tell you. They made me. But I knew deep inside me that it was the best solution for you. I know you read that kind of romance, and I knew that could exist."

  The books that I read--I knew which ones. All of them were ménage. But in my case, there wasn't a happy ending. Not right now.

  "Suzie, why?"

  "They are your best solution, and you need someone in your life. At least one of us could be happy."

  I was starting to understand a hidden part of her. One that I had never acknowledged. "Suzie, do you love your bosses?"

  She didn't answer, only sighed. "Yes, but it will never happen. I want you to be happy and live what I can't have."

  "Why Suzie? You could have told me; I would have been able to help you with all this."

  She exhaled. "Live Leslie, don't let your ex, destroy the rest of your life. I will find mine; if it's not with them, it will be with someone else."

  The doorbell rang. "Sorry, Suzie, I need to get the door. But we will talk this weekend."

  "That's fine for me, Leslie. You are my best friend."

  "Love you, Suzie."

  I hung up and got the door. I opened it only to come face to face with my bosses.

  Dean

  "I have a bad feeling, brother. I don't think she will be back Monday." I glanced at Nolan. I knew why he was saying this. It felt awkward when she left us.

  "I know, but now we have an excuse to go to her place. She needs to sign the contract for the job. She will need the letter for her landlord, which confirms we hired her."

  Nolan calmed himself. I never thought we would find the right one for us. "So, if you're free, we can go to her place." Nolan gave me a wicked grin. I knew he was game for anything.

  Her apartment complex was easy to find. It was a bit shitty in my opinion, but I hoped in the future she would get a better place. I opened the front door.

  "No security whatsoever. What kind of place does she live in?" Nolan complained.

  "Which floor?" I asked Nolan.

  "Fourth one. I think the stair workout will be good for us." I chuckled. "The last to the fourth floor is a chicken."

  I started to climb the stairs like my life depended on it. "No fair. You cheat, brother."

  We were in front of her door, breathless, but with a smile on our faces. This was it; now it would be up to us to make sure she was part of it. I knocked on the door. It opened, and I was surprised to see her in what I thought were pajamas. It might not be sexy at all according to others, but for us, that was her, and that was enough for our dicks to react to her.

  "What are you doing here?" We entered her place. It was small but cozy. The security of the building and her door was lacking, that was for sure.

  "We didn't want to leave things awkward after the meeting. We have the employment letter that you need to sign. That way you will not have any
problem with your landlord. Although, you should rethink where you live."

  She looked at both of us. I knew that Nolan agreed with me. "Let me look at this." I gave her the letter. She sat on her chair in the kitchen and started to read it. It was a standard employment letter that gave her some guarantees.

  I wanted to touch her hair that was falling on her face.

  I came close to her from the back and started to play with her hair. "Please..." She started to say.

  "If you want to beg, I will give you anything. If you're a good girl." She froze in her chair. But I pushed her to sign the letter.

  She wanted to get up, but I had another idea. I forced her to stay in the chair but took her face in both my hands. She looked at me. She was at the right level to see that my dick was proud to show her the effect she had on me.

  She opened her mouth to talk, and I kissed her. I wanted to possess her entirely. I raised her up and put her against me. She started moaning on my lips. I began to touch her breast and open the front of her two-piece pj's. I finished, and Nolan removed it. He was rubbing her arms.

  I--no--we wanted to feel her skin against ours. I took both of her tits and started pinching her nipples. "Too much," she groaned and stopped the kiss.

  "What's too much?" I continued to kiss her jaw, nipping her neck.

  "Nolan." She wasn't able to speak more. Only sounds of pleasure came from her. I glanced down and saw what Nolan was doing with her.

  "Ah, I see. You love that Nolan plays with your pussy? Tell me, were you wet before we arrived?"

  She only nodded at my question. "I want to taste her, brother."

  "Leslie, love. Nolan wants to taste your pussy. Would you let him do it?" Her hips started to move of their own accord. I knew she was close to soaring. She didn't run or refuse us.

  "Love, on the couch right now." She stared at me like a cat who had its bowl of milk taken away. "Couch now, love," I said with a deeper voice. She obeyed my command. We started removing our clothing so there would be nothing between us.