Ebony Proves to be the Perfect Hire

My transition from what most would consider a normal, routine, or basic sex life started about ten years ago. At the time, I could never have never foreseen the crazy, uninhibited lifestyle that I live today.

As the former director of a college, I often had the need to hire new staff and faculty members and Ebony was one of my first new hires. Not quite 30, petite in stature at about 5'3" and 120 pounds, medium black skin color, chocolate brown eyes, and short hair that she had professionally done in about 200 braided knots, Ebony was funky, unique, and cool, not to mention drop dead gorgeous with a thousand-watt smile.

Ebony's face resembled Beyonce' and she was just so genuine and sweet. Her overall demeanor had a sense of innocence while her body had an air of confidence and sexuality. 'What a combination,' I thought to myself. I remember thinking she was just so insanely cute and hot all at the same time.

For my part, I was fortunate to have a great relationship with my various teams and always enjoyed interacting with the students, too, but remained cognizant of the ethics involved and avoided inappropriate fraternization. I was also quite happy at home and really didn't want to screw up my marriage to Kelley, to whom I'd only been married for about two years. Ebony always handled herself professionally, though there were times she certainly tested me as a man which I naively assumed she did from a position of innocence. I would learn otherwise soon enough.

The desk in my office was situated in a way that allowed me to look out the door and see many of the staff members working in the admissions department. Ebony's workstation was not directly in front of my door, but at an angle that allowed me to see her beautiful profile. When she was seated, I could not enjoy her legs, hips, ass, or the high heels she always wore, but I was able to appreciate her beautiful face and smile as well as a side view of her rather perfect breasts which were full and round with a hint of nipple hardness from time to time.

Each week I conducted one-to-one coaching sessions with each of the staff members in my office. When I closed my door, there was still a narrow window that allowed passersby to see in, while the conversation could remain confidential. As most of my staff was female, I felt this was imperative for their comfort and my protection against any prospective allegations of sexual harassment. There were several very pretty women that I met with in private each week and I enjoyed a friendly, almost fatherly rapport with each of them. But my relationship with Ebony just felt different. While I was her boss, she acted like an equal and simply commanded more respect by the way she conducted herself. I really admired her demeanor.

I had eyes though and couldn't help but appreciate and admire her beauty. Her legs were always accentuated perfectly by the stilettos she wore, and she knew how to dress, too. A skirt or dress was always part of her wardrobe, and she was meticulous about the way they fit her stunning figure. Her hips were narrow while her ass had just the right amount of fullness. Her waist was smaller than her hips and torso which gave her an almost perfect hourglass shape. And her stylish clothes, without fail, gave just a slight hint of cleavage beneath whatever form-fitting dress or blouse she was wearing. She was meticulous about her makeup and nails, and they were done in a way that exuded class and femininity.

While always beautiful with a natural sex appeal that didn't require significant effort on her part, Ebony would come into my office on Fridays for her coaching sessions and routinely take my breath away. I did not think Ebony was sending any sort of overt signal to me, but there were a few subdued messages that I picked up on. One week she was wearing a rather short skirt with what I assumed were pantyhose under the skirt. To my surprise, when Ebony sat down in the leather chair in my office, her skirt rose upon her thighs enough for me to easily see that she was not wearing hose but instead wore stockings that stopped about 5 or 6 inches above her knees, and the straps of a garter belt were also visible. The shiny stockings were obviously made of silk and while nude in color, the top few inches of the stockings were decorated in exquisite lace. I fought my body's natural response to produce an erection as I admired Ebony for being the total package of brains and beauty.

On another occasion Ebony wore a rather tight dress that only covered her legs to about mid-thigh. In her heels, every muscle and curve in her calves and thighs were readily visible and just a pleasure to see. When she sat in the chair for our weekly chat, she made no attempt to remain modest and simply allowed the hem to rise on her legs with the confidence few women possess. As we spoke, she sat directly across from me and crossed and re-crossed her legs several times providing me with the most spectacular view of what appeared to be white satin panties nestled between her creamy soft thighs.

On yet another occasion, Ebony wore a button-down blouse that was akin to something one might see on a New York runway. It overlapped in front but only had one or two buttons total. Ebony would usually bring tea or a bottle of water into our meeting and set it on the side table next to her chair which never interfered with our meeting, but this particular week it created a significant distraction because each time she would turn to pick up or set her cup down, I was gifted with a magnificent view of her perfectly formed breasts, which were absolutely unrestrained by a bra as they swayed freely beneath the silky blouse. As I attempted to discuss her productivity at work the previous week, I couldn't help but think how good that material must feel against her nipples.

Each week, after Ebony would rise to leave my office, I would have to sit at my desk for at least ten minutes to allow the growing erection in my pants to dissipate before being able to resume my duties. And I always had to check myself for a wet spot in the front of my pants as my cock would automatically produce a copious amount of seminal fluid simply by being in Ebony's presence.

After several years at the college, and more than two years since I'd hired Ebony, Kelley and I decided to relocate from the Carolinas to Florida. After relocating nearly twelve hours away, I thought my association with Ebony had come to an end. However, when I started a business and began to post about it on social media, Ebony saw the posts and asked if I was hiring. I knew I needed a rockstar assistant but didn't think I could afford Ebony as a nascent endeavor. I informed her that I was still a one-man show working out of a tiny office that was nothing more than a converted two-car garage. And though I was still pre-revenue I could really use her help if she was willing to take a huge risk.

Ebony kindly told me that I had been the best boss she'd ever had, that she believed that anything I worked on would become successful, and if I'd be willing to help her relocate, she'd like to help me build my company. I couldn't believe my good fortune!

That night I went home and told Kelley about my conversation with Ebony. Kelley had met Ebony at a few of the college functions and they immediately hit it off. They both enjoyed the same music, movies, and books, and while they have almost identical figures, they couldn't be more different in outward appearances as Kelley has long blonde hair, blue eyes, and fair skin. Kelley was excited to hear the details and was surprised to learn that Ebony was interested in relocating for a job that only really existed in theory up to this point.

Ebony and I spoke several times over the next few weeks, and I informed her our success would hinge on her ability to develop business and drive revenue for the company. As the top producing staff member the past few years, she fully understood budgets, sales, and performance metrics and was not at all intimidated by this pressure-packed mandate.

So, approximately six weeks after our initial conversation, Ebony made the twelve-hour drive, transporting her belongings in a U-Haul. I was thrilled that I had somehow managed to land a bonafide 'A' player in my new company. I was ready to take on the world and I knew Ebony was going to help me do it!

I met Ebony at her new apartment and helped her unpack on Saturday. Once it was unloaded, I helped her to return the truck and told her to give me a call if she needed anything then suggested she take a few days to get settled into her new environment before our first meet-up at the office the following Wednesday. As I turned to leave, Ebony gave me a huge hug and thanked me for giving her another chance and still believing in her. It was an absolute no-brainer to hire her, but I certainly did not expect the big hug around my neck or the way her sexy little body felt in my arms. Within seconds I was feeling a sense of arousal and decided I'd better break the hug and head home to my wife.

When Wednesday arrived, despite my telling Ebony that I typically got to the office about 8:00, she was already waiting on me. I opened the door and showed her the small space. It had been renovated quite nicely with a small kitchenette, a refrigerator, tile flooring, and a full bathroom complete with a shower. While I only had two desks in the space, it could have easily fit three or four, but we didn't need them yet. That morning we spent a little time catching up, talking about the status of the college now that we'd both left, and of course envisioning the direction of the company I was building, and the critical role Ebony would play. Bottom line, we needed clients, and we needed them fast if I was to be able to afford Ebony's salary each month. My expertise was being a consultant to business owners who had a desire to scale their operations while Ebony's job was to find the owners and make the initial introduction.

It has always been my custom to take new employees to lunch on their first day and I wanted to christen our new business relationship. This time around, I would be welcoming Ebony aboard as my colleague rather than my subordinate as she had been in the past. I wore suit pants and a button-down shirt but kept my suit coat in the car as it was summertime in Florida. Ebony wore a dress I'd not seen before but, of course, she looked professional and sexy at the same time. The dress had a slight V-shape across her chest with a small vertical slit that dipped a little lower, which served as a peek-a-boo to her soft cleavage. The hem of her dress came rose several inches above her knees with a slit in back that was cut almost up to her shapely ass. I made sure to get a good look from behind as she walked in heels knowing the view would be exquisite.

We went to a restaurant that overlooked the water and sat on the deck where we watched several people dock their boats so they could enjoy lunch also. I told Ebony, "In a few years, if we work hard enough, perhaps we can come here for lunch on a boat."

She smiled and simply said, "I believe we will, but today, let's raise a toast to the journey ahead."

After a couple cocktails, I began to see a side of Ebony I had not anticipated. As it turned out, she was beautiful, smart, and flirtatious, too. I can't say that I was disappointed! As we finished our drinks, Ebony stated matter-of-factly that I would not regret hiring her or paying to relocating her and then made the bold prediction that she would land her first client before the day was over. I believed her!

Without further ado I headed back to the office while Ebony confidently left our luncheon and headed out to pound the pavement. About 45 minutes later I received a text from Ebony asking if we could work with CBD and vape stores, liquor stores, strip joints and other high-risk establishments. I responded that while most investors were usually leery of those types of businesses, each individual investor has his or her own specific appetite and risk tolerance and if the return on investment was attractive enough, anything was possible. She responded with a single word, "Perfect!" From my perspective, I appreciated her curiosity and her brevity.

A short while later, Ebony called inquiring if I had some availability. I asked when, thinking she meant within the next couple of days, to which she replied, "Now!"

"Like right now?" I asked.

"Yes, I'm in the plaza across from the restaurant where we had lunch. Please hurry, I think I've got my first client, and it should be an easy deal for us to close."

When I arrived in the plaza, I noticed a barbershop, pool hall, bail bondsman, and a strip joint. Not exactly high-end clients, but I was curious to see what Ebony was thinking. I texted and asked where to meet her. She replied, "Foreplay," which was the name of the strip joint. Okay, I thought, here we go!

When I stepped in, my vision was immediately suppressed as my eyes made the adjustment from bright sunlight to the dark, seedy environment of this gentleman's club. At the entrance, a scantily clad girl less than half my age asked me to pay a cover charge, but I told her I was coming into the club on business to meet with the owners and she buzzed me past the security door.

When I stepped inside, Ebony immediately waived me over to the bar on the other side of the club. As I walked past the stage, I was treated to a topless blonde pixie who appeared to be no more than twenty years of age, lewdly gyrating before a small audience of men, some of whom appeared to be two and three times older than the dancer. Despite being so young, with an almost flat chested body, the girl had obvious sex appeal and knew how to work her feminine assets. This truth was confirmed by the stirring in my groin.

While I did not have a full erection, there was certainly some evidence of arousal so when I arrived at the bar Ebony very casually allowed her eyes to travel the full length of me then stated quite scandalously, "So it appears you like what you see, Mister. I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever allow yourself to notice a beautiful woman."

Still trying to behave myself, I attempted to diffuse the situation and nonchalantly asked, "What is that supposed to mean?"

Ebony scoffed playfully and said, "You've been surrounded by hundreds of pretty girls at the college the past few years. So many of them had a crush on you. None of the students, nor any of the staff or faculty members had ever worked with such a fine white man before. You treated us with respect and dignity and honestly, it turned many of us on, including me. There were times I caught you glancing in my direction, and despite showing a little 'extra' now and again, you never faltered and always remained a gentleman, so it's nice to see you right now, in this moment, appreciating a beautiful young woman--half naked as God intended her to be!"

I was flattered by her comment and, also a bit flustered as I had not expected her to be so blunt. And her final statement about the young girl being half-naked as God intended her to be was provocative. My cock seemed to be entering a state of permanent fullness. It wasn't quite hard, but it was more engorged than normal, and it felt good. It was also exciting because I knew the cause of arousal had very little to do with the young woman on stage and everything to do with Ebony's words, smile, and raw beauty as she stood before me acting like a flirt and looking incredibly sexy.

As I thanked Ebony for her kind words, two men and a woman appeared from an office behind the bar. Ebony introduced me to Mike and his business partner Randy, and Randy's girlfriend Kenzie. She had suggested that I could potentially help them scale their operation and had discussed some superficial details related to revenue, overhead expenses, profit margins and so forth. Mike and Randy both nodded their interest and asked if I'd like a drink. I ordered whiskey neat and opted to build a little rapport before getting into any of the specifics related to a potential business deal.

It was at that moment that I realized how great it was to have Ebony as a wingman, or wing woman in this case. Our obvious diversity of male/female, older/younger, black/white was something that would likely resonate with many prospective clients and here, on our first endeavor together, it was like throwing gasoline on an open flame. The conversation was lively and volleyed back and forth between a business proposal and a barrage of sexual innuendoes. The business discussion was easy though the sexual tension was far more thrilling.

Ebony was masterful and took the conversation in a direction I had not expected as she asked the owners about their recruiting and training techniques for the dancers. Randy eyed Kenzie and said, "Most of the girls are walk-ins who know their value as women and how to use what they've got to get what they want, right babe?"

To which Kenzie responded, "That's right, I was a walk-in once upon a time and know most men are like silly putty in my hands when my panties come off."

Ebony laughed and surprised me again when she responded, "Yes, girl, the power of the pussy is real. I've never met a man that can resist it." Then she looked directly into my eyes and added, "Well, there is one man I've yet to break, but in due time I think the pussy will win!"

Everybody laughed but I was stunned! Then I realized my manhood had become so hard that I could feel it pulsing. Luckily Mike, Randy and Kenzie were on the other side of the bar that concealed my obvious erection, but Ebony was easily able to see the effect her words had on me as she reached out with her perfectly manicured nails and playfully ran her hand from my chest to the top of my belt. It was obvious she had mastered the art of the tease as she let her fingers linger just above my belt, mere centimeters from my swollen member.

Kenzie broke the tension and invited Ebony backstage as her 'set' was coming up soon. I'd quickly learned Ebony was not shy as she quickly agreed. As she departed, Ebony turned and whispered to me, "This ought to be fun. I think I'm about to seal this deal so don't leave, I'll be back soon!"

I laughed and responded, "This place could catch on fire and I still wouldn't leave." She then winked at me and turned to catch up to Kenzie. Mike poured another whiskey for me, then grabbed the bottle and led us to a booth near the end of the stage.

As I gulped down the second whiskey and Mike poured a third, my mind wandered to what Ebony was doing backstage. Was she chatting up Kenzie to win her over so that she'd support our bid to earn Mike and Randy's business? Was she engaged in sexy girl talk and what it was like to take your clothes off in front of so many people? Was she doing something more salacious? Then my thoughts were interrupted about what the hell I was going to tell my wife when I came home with whiskey on my breath after Ebony's first day on the job! I was certainly having a good time, but that last thought was a bit sobering and caused a pang of guilt and a little stress.

A moment later, a new song began and out came Kenzie, immediately performing high leg kicks and gyrating in a seductive and lewd manner. She wasn't classically beautiful, but she had more of raw, biker sexuality to her with a few tattoos and more piercings than I typically care for. Her black G-string and sky-high black patent leather boots that rose above her knees were hot, though, and the neon pink string top had to work overtime to contain her surgically enhanced tits. She also wore a tiny black leather vest that signaled she was a bad-ass broad who wasn't afraid to flaunt her womanly gifts to the world.

As my attention was on Kenzie, Mike and Randy continued to converse with me about business as if we were the only three people in the room. I concluded that women taking their clothes off was just business as usual for them. As the conversation continued, I heard the music winding down and as a new song kicked in, Kenzie went over to the DJ's booth, grabbed his mic, and demanded everybody's attention. "It gives me great pleasure to introduce Foreplay's newest guest dancer, EJ". Holy shit, I thought, Ebony must have given Kenzie her initials to be used as a stage name!