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    Connie March closed her book and looked at the alarm clock.
It was just past 11:00 o'clock, she needed to get some sleep.
Her job as legal secretary was new to her and she needed a clear
head to keep up with the demands of her new boss.
    Hannah Jessep was a beautiful oriental woman who was always
crisply dressed with impeccable makeup and flawless hair. She
was a high class contract lawyer. She had all of the city's
movers and shakers knocking on her front door. She was the best,
from what Connie had heard. She was also one of the most
beautiful Thai girls Connie had ever seen. She was jealous, of
course.
    Connie could not get used to being the center of attention
for any client who walked into the office, only to have them
predictably follow Miss Jessep into her inner office tongue tied
and stupid after just one glance. Connie was considered
beautiful, but Miss Jessep was the real beauty. This irritated
Connie considerably.
    Connie rolled over and watched the shadows moving on the wall
as the light from the street light filtered through the old oak
tree outside her window. The wind was picking up, she noted as
she closed her eyes.

    At first Connie didn't believe her ears when the phone rang.
There were few people who knew her, and even fewer who would call
her at... Connie rolled over and looked at the alarm. It was
12:15 in the morning!
    "What?" Connie said, rather rudely as she picked up the
phone.
    "Connie?"
    "Yeah?"
    "This is Miss Jessep... Hannah."
    "Oh, hi," Connie said quickly, sitting up in bed. She
brushed back her hair with a hand and turned on the light. "Is
there a problem?" Connie closed her eyes and wished Hannah not to
say she was fired.
    "Well yes, actually. You see I have been doing a little work
at home, and suddenly realized that I can't do this alone. I was
wondering if I could convince you to come over. I know, it seems
strange, but you know how I am," Hannah said with a short laugh.
    I actually know nothing about you, Connie thought to herself,
but she was not about to tell Miss... Hannah that. Hannah was a
very eccentric, rich woman who had the short-sightedness to hire
Connie even though she had almost no qualifications. Connie
would take advantage of that and learn her new job as quickly as
possible. Then she would be ready to step up to a better job in
another law office.
    "If you're worried about coming in to work tired, don't. You
will have the day off, of course. I'm certainly not working you
both day and night, I'm not that much of a taskmaster."
    "Oh good," Connie sighed. That was exactly what she was
worried about. A late night working session and the following
day off was absolute heaven. She could sleep late and get some
shopping done.
    "Here are the directions..."

    Connie got her first surprise when she found herself at a
normal moderately priced condo. She expected a million dollar
home with fences and gates. She glanced at the directory by the
front entrance, then climbed the stairs to the second floor.
Half way down the building she found number 23a. She rang and
waited. Humming to herself, she turned toward the railing and
stared at the lights of the city across the bay. Hannah had
quite a view, which was probably one reason for picking that
particular condo. The night was warm and sticky. She liked the
feeling of the warm breeze blowing in off the ocean and up her
skirt. It felt good against her legs.
    "Connie," Hannah said cordially from behind her. It sounded
like she was greeting and old friend, not a menial. Connie
turned and nodded as Hannah stepped out of the way. Hannah took
a moment to enjoy her view of the city before stepping back and
closing the door.
    "I never grow tired of the view," Hannah said with a warm
smile. "It's a lot like my old home in Thailand, only we had the
Chaophraya River, not a bay."
    "Oh, I thought you were born in America," Connie said with a
forced smile. Hannah shook her head wordlessly.
    "I can understand why you live in a moderately priced home,"
Connie said with some embarassment. "I expected a Frank Lloyd
Wright, but the view makes up for it."
    "I actually have a million dollar home, I just split it down
the middle."
    "How?" Connie asked, putting her briefcase on the kitchen
table.
    Hannah shook a finger at Connie and took her briefcase into
the living room. "I have half of it here and half in Rio,"
Hannah said with a giggle, putting the briefcase on the coffee
table.
    "You are so lucky," Connie said enviously, staring at the
expensive art on the walls around her.
    "Lucky? Yeah, I guess I am," Hannah said thoughtfully. "But
it did take SOME work on my part."
    "Yeah, I suppose so," Connie said with a yawn.
    Hannah frowned briefly, then her smile returned. She was
wearing a long silk bathrobe with a peacock on the back and
little houses and stuff on the front. Connie could not fault her
fashion sense, even if it was a little gaudy for her taste.
Hannah sat on the couch across from Connie and crossed her
shapely legs. The bathrobe slid open, but Hannah didn't seem to
notice, or care.
    "My mother was a whore in a massage parlor," Hannah said in a
quiet voice, "she started working for a big house in Bangkok when
she was 13. American men like young girls, which is why I'm not
too fond of American men. I'll take their money, but that's as
far as it goes.
    My mother gave birth to me when she was sixteen. Unlike most
unexpected children, my mother loved me very much. She put her
money to good use by giving me a formal education, the best money
could buy. She even got me through three years at the University
of Bangkok. I devoted a great deal of time to planning my future
and learning to speak English properly was a big part of it. I
was determined to come to America and I prepared.
    While attending the University of Bangkok, I worked part time
as a "buy me drink girl" in the Soi Diamond district where my
mother worked."
    Hannah saw Connie's puzzled look and smiled. "A "buy me
drink girl" is a girl that hangs out in bars and acts like a
whore, but never puts out. Men would buy me a drink, or a bottle
and I would get a commission from the overpriced drinks they
bought. We never drank liquor, we always drank tea or grape
juice, but the men thought they were paying for whiskey or
champagne. This got me into trouble a few times, I had my arm
broken once and I have a knife wound down here," Hannah opened
her robe and pointed and her lower abdomen where a neat little
scar showed, just an inch above her black lace panties. "I
learned to fight and to judge people at a glance. My life
depended on it then, and my career depends on it now.
    I mostly got three, sometimes four hours of sleep a night,
which explains why I work late nights now. I managed to save up
enough money to get me here to America. When I started school
here I found that most of my overseas courses were not
accredited, so I nearly started over with my college education.
I worked my way through law school as a topless dancer. I would
dance until two in the morning, sleep five glorious hours, then
attend school during the day. It was absolute heaven, I actually
got two whole days off each week to sleep as long as I wanted.
    And now, here I am. I never have to demean myself and I only
take my clothes off when I feel like it," Hannah said with a
smile. She gently kicked a shapely crossed leg and stared at
Connie with humor in her eyes.
    "Oh shit, I am so sorry," Connie said in wide eyed horror.
    "For what? I'm on top of the world. I really am extremely
lucky."
    "But I implied that... I mean after all your hard work...
What about your mother?" Connie finished lamely.
    "Mama owns the whore house now, with a little help from me.
It had been her dream. She also owns sixteen other small
business in the Soi Diamond district. She plans on owning half
the district in another ten years.
    I have a house there too, buy the way, but it's mostly my
mothers. She has a dozen servant lovers and lot's of friends who
used to work with her. She sits around and tells stories about
how great I am doing in America and how rich I am."
    "Oh Hannah, I am so sorry," Connie said meaningfully. "If
you have a sharp knife I will just cut my throat and get it over
with."
    "That would be a hell of a waste," Hannah said, getting to
her feet. "Besides, I would never let anyone touch that lovely
little neck of yours I need you," Hannah said, touching Connie's
neck on the way by. Connie shivered as Hannah went into the
kitchen and made "getting drink" noises.
    Connie felt so bad, and so stupid. Hannah had worked her
entire life for what she had, Connie's job had been nothing more
than an afterthought, a whim. She had hardly worked for anything
since graduating from high school. She felt ashamed.
    "Feel better?" Hannah asked, handing Connie a drink while
sitting on the arm of the couch next to her. Her gown fell open
again, showing every inch of Hannah's lovely legs. Connie stared
briefly, then gulped her drink.
    "Well no, actually, I feel horrible. I have never worked
hard at anything in my life, and here I am working for you. I'm
really not qualified, you know."
    "You'll learn. The community college offers night classes on
paralegal and secretary skills."
    "I didn't know that, but I will absolutely check into it
now."
    Hannah slid off the arm of the couch, practically sitting on
Connie's lap until Connie slid over in embarassment. She felt...
warm all over. It must have been the drink."
    "You want to know what I see in your future?" Hannah asked
with her face just inches from Connie's.
    "Uh sure," Connie said nervously.
    "I can see you as my private secretary, traveling all over
the world with me and being at my beck and call 24 hours a day."
    Hannah placed a friendly hand on Connie's knee. She shivered
under the warm contact.
    "I didn't just pick you because you can type 90 words per
minute, anybody can do that. I picked you because you are sweet,
pretty and have a great figure, which is a plus in my business,
and I think we could get along well together. To me, that's all
the qualifications you need to become my private secretary. Of
course shorthand would help too."
    "I'll... I'll check into it," Connie said. The hand was
bothering her a lot. She could concentrate on nothing else. She
could not remember ever having another woman's hand on her knee
before. Friendly or not, it was distracting.
    "Let's get to work," Hannah said, slapping Connie on her bare
leg and returning to the seat across from her. It was hard for
Connie to concentrate. She looked at her briefcase as she opened
it, but her mind was on the warm spot on her knee where Hannah
had touched her.
    "Connie, are you all right?" Hannah asked curiously.
    "Oh yeah, sure," Connie said hoping the flush of her cheeks
was hidden in the half light.
    "Ok, here are the notes I have been making," Hannah pulled
several yellow pages from the table beside her. She leafed
through them and sighed. "I want the standard large contract
with these changes made to it," she shook the papers in the air
and started to hand them to Connie. She stopped suddenly and
leafed through them to the last page.
    "Ooops, I need to spell check some words before I give these
to you. Can you get me the big dictionary off the top shelf
behind you?" Hannah pointed at her legal library contained in
three bookshelves behind Connie. It was the main feature in her
living room.
    "What's it look like?" Connie asked, glancing at the books
and opening the stepladder.
    "You can't miss it, it's six inches thick. It should be in
the first bookcase," Hannah said, then continued reading.
    Connie stepped up on the ladder and climbed until she was
facing the top shelf. "Hannah, I don't see it here," Connie said
as she glanced around at the other two bookcases.
    "It's got to be there, the damned thing is too big to lose,"
Hannah said, climbing to her feet. "Check up on top there," she
pointed at the top of the bookcase. Connie looked down
nervously. The top shelf was high, she would have to climb well
up the ladder.
    "Don't worry, I'll hold the ladder for you," Hannah said from
below. Connie nodded and climbed two steps higher. She gasped
slightly when she felt Hannah leaning her face against Connie's
ass, supposedly while she changed positions. In a moment the
ladder steadied and Connie grabbed the top shelf, looking from
the top of one bookcase to the other.

    Hannah watched Connie climb the ladder with a sly look on her
face. She glanced at the bare knees and short skirt, and the
shapely ass directly in front of her face. She pressed her face
into Connie's ass, through the material of her skirt, and heard
Connie gasp. She pulled away before Connie could look down.
Cocking her left knee, Connie slid her left foot up one rung
higher than her right. She stretched to see on top of the
bookcase. Hannah took the opportunity to bend down and look
under Connie's skirt. She saw a wonderland inside, it was like
another world in there, a world of sweet womanly smells, warmth,
and glowing flesh. Connie's smooth, meaty thighs looked
absolutely delicious. Enough light came through the material of
Connie's skirt for Hannah to see Connie's warm mound pressed
against the crotch of her white panties. She verified quickly
that Connie was not wearing a pad.
    Hannah moved further under the skirt and closer to the crotch
of Connie's panties. She sniffed with the aspect of a wine
connoisseur appraising a new vintage. Her satisfied smile went
unnoticed by Connie, who was still searching for the non-existent
book.
    Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Hannah made her
move. Kinking her neck so her head was facing Connie's crotch,
she suddenly rose up and placed her warm mouth over the crotch of
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