The Most Personal of Assistants Ch. 01

Chapter 1: Trapped in Nowhere

Anyone coming to Plainville would most probably say that who ever named to town had got it spot on. It was like a hundred other small town in the country and for most of the residents it was, and always will be home. Visitors only came to town as they had to drive through it on the way to Capital City on the warm pacific coast.

The dawn mist had already been burnt away by the fierce heat of the sun and by mid morning people scurried between air conditioned cars and buildings trying to escape the heat. A young woman sat in the front window of the only coffee shop in town gazing out at the large office block that dominated the low skyline.

She was pretty to say the least, her soft skin blemish free and tanned well by the sun that beamed down for the majority of the year. Her long silky blond hair tumbled down over her shoulders with gentile curls and one hand idly entwined a lock of hair around a finger. The blond beauty seemed to be a million miles away to anyone that care to take note of her, looking intently at the office block opposite.

The block was a collaboration of firms from different industries, each taking up a floor and providing the majority of the area's work. All the other businesses in the town only really existed to support the workforce employed in 'the tower' as it was known locally. Staring up to the top floor she counted the windows along from the left of the building until she found her target, before scrunching up her eyes in concentration.

'Maybe I can make a meteor will hit him today, that would be cool' she though to herself as the waitresses came over to her with an iced tea. As the frumpy woman placed it down on the bar the day dreamer was snapped back to reality and the waitress let out a little giggle.

"What fate awaits him today Jessica, hit by a bus again?" she said with a friendly smile to the young woman.

Jessica Jones turned a smiled at the waitress. "I was thinking he could be hit meteor today Penny, just a small one." she laughed handing over the money for the tea. Penny smiled at the young woman and said thoughtfully.

"He's a pig hun, don't bother wasting your time hating him. Its not fair on you I know, its not as if there are that many places to work." gently patting Jessica on the arm.

"True, but he didn't have to tell the whole office block his lies, I can't even get people to call me back from any office. Its the only place in town that recruits secretaries." Jessica said trailing off.

The waitress shrugged and walked off. Someone to the right of Jessica cleared her throat loudly, obviously trying to get Jessica's attention.

"Here, maybe you'll have more luck with your job search in here. I'm finished with it" the woman sat next to her on the bar said, holding out a folded up newspaper in her direction.

"Sorry, I couldn't help but over here and I just thought it would help. After all it would be a terrible waste if someone like you couldn't find someone to take you in."

Jessica starred at the women, wondering why she hadn't noticed her before. She was beautifully dressed and Jessica couldn't help but stare at her in awe, a faint tickled started in her loins at the sight of beautiful stranger talking to her. Her blouse appeared to be made from silk and Jessica could make out the dark lace of her bra where the neck line plummeted between her breasts, whilst her figure hugging pencil skirt rode up her legs seductively, revealing the tops of her stockings.

"Well, take it. I'm not going to bite!" the woman said with a laugh snapping Jessica out of her trance.

"S-s-sorry, I didn't mean to... Thank you." Jessica stammered taking the paper. The woman turned back to her coffee but continued to stare back in her direction, as if studying her. Jessica pick up the newspaper but didn't even have to open the paper to find the job page, it was all ready open and heavily annotated.

There was one advert that caught Jessica's eye, and the woman who had gave it to her apparently. A red pen had been used to ring the advert vigorously:

'Personal Assistant required for chief editor and author at large international publishers in the heart of Capital city.

Applicants must be extremely open minded and willing to commit 24/7 to the role. Experience is desirable but enthusiasm in the role is essential.

Excellent pay, travel required as part of role and training opportunities will be provided for the successful candidate. Please email your resume and covering letter to...'

'Extremely open minded' Jessica mused as she sipped on her iced tea. She glanced over at the woman who was finally finishing her coffee and getting ready to leave.

"A-a-are you also looking for work?" She stammered nervously trying to start the conversation again. "I mean, why are you giving this to me - you are clearly interested in this role from the scribbles."

"My interest in this role is not your concern my dear, I think though you should consider applying. Have you been to Capitol City?" She said. Jessica shook her head, unable to think of another response. The woman by now had gathered her things and was standing up. Learning closer the woman was so close Jessica could breath in her aroma, the sweet fragrance of her perfume seemed to entrance Jessica.

"They say it's the city shred dreams are made - I wonder what a delectable morsel like you dreams of" she whispered, but before Jessica could respond the woman blew a soft kiss in Jessica's ear, the feeling of her breath on the six of Jessica's face made goosebumps erupt on the back of her neck.

In a trance Jessica barely noticed the woman leave, she was routed to the spot unable or unwillingly leave the moment.

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Jessica had been intrigued by capital city ever since she could remember. Her parents hadn't really been around much to raise her, and of the time they did spend around her they were both always drunk and screaming at each other. This meant she either spent a lot of time shut away in her room, or more frequently at the local library with her head buried in a book or journal.

She threw herself into her studies to make sure she was at home a little as possible and to also make sure she never turned out like her dead beat parents. Growing up she spent any extra time learning what ever else she could think of that might help her in the future, and also ensured that she not only worked out to keep fit but learned to eat healthily. By the time her parents killed themselves in a DUI accident she was already 16 and self sufficient.

For some reason however the death of her parents didn't give her the freedom she craved. Instead she stayed in Plainsville and tried to fit in, despite knowing she was just different from the others.

A few boys had tried to date her but she just wasn't interested and word soon got around so people soon stopped bothering. She had twigged from pretty early on that she wasn't in the market for boys, and in a town like Plainsville outing yourself as gay was social suicide. She welcomed the tag of frigid and prudish if it meant peace and quite.

She soon learned to take care of her own physical needs. The wonders of mail order meant she soon had a couple of trusty sex toys to see to her earthly desires when the urge was there, so life carried on with the boys of the town just thinking she was a loner.

She developed a fascination with Female Domination, and soon had a collection of books and magazines that she read almost daily feeding her fantasy that one day a dominant woman would come and take her away from her mundane life.

She developed into a stunning young woman and now at the tender age of 21 she had no reason or no will to hide it. She wore a short denim skirt that some people would say was far too short.

Then again, it was the husbands and boyfriends of those people that said exactly the opposite. Her upper half was covered by a plain white vest top, the straps of her bra clearly visible and her ample bust heaving in their material prisons.

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The door to the coffee shop opened breaking Jessica from her trance and she looked up to see the one person she didn't want to bump into, her ex boss and his 'posse' of followers. Those pathetic office workers that would never amount to anything unless carried there by their ringleader.

Jessica sighed quietly and grabbed her bag. She was almost out the door when a hand shot across in front of her and blocked her exit. Danny leaned into her forcing her up against the wall in a futile attempt to get away from the creep.

Sniffing her scent deeply he lent in and whispered in her ear. "it needn't be like this babe" he snarled as he brushed his hand down her arm.

His hand sunk lower and moved towards her pert butt cheeks. "You should just learn to do what you know you should darlin."

She shoved him away so hard he almost went tumbling over a nearby table.

"go fuck yourself Danny" she screamed.

Laughing he got up and looked around, the whole shop had stopped and was now staring at the two.

"I'm sorry Jess, I can't accept to give your job back for the promise of sex. It's not professional." he said loudly grinning from ear to ear.

With a shriek of annoyance she stormed out into the heat of the sun and as the door to the café shut she could hear the roar of laughter from Danny's mates. The woman stood outside looking back at the commotion in the coffee shop. Seeing Jessica she smiled at her and winked at her, before getting in her red convertible sports car.

"Don't go to waste in this town, your too good a catch to waste my dear." She said, before firing up the engine.

"Wait, I didn't even get your name!" Jessica shouted desperately, but the woman was gone.

In a blind rage she headed home and threw her things across to room. Screaming at the top of her voice she knew that she needed to somehow take her mind of things, so she she grabbed her sweat pants and was soon setting out on a 10 mile run in an attempt to work out her rage and frustration.

It was hot and dusty and by the time she got back to her flat she was filthy, the sweat from the run causing the sand and dust to cling to her skin. As she stripped of and stepped into the cool shower she sighed the last of her anger out.

As the mud washed from her skin she grabbed her shower gel and soon was spreading the soapy bubbles over her aching skin. She groaned as her hands washed over her pert breast, lingering on her nipples as they grew in response to her touch. The woman from the coffee shop came to mind, her sexy figure standing by her car as she blew Jessica a kiss.

Closing her eyes she caressed further and she let out an even louder moan as her hand reached her pussy. It her mind it was no longer her own hand exploring her sex but that of the mysterious lady who was standing behind her in the shower. She could feel the woman's breath on her neck again as the hand stroked her soft pubic hair on its way to parting her moistened pussy lips.

She had to reach out to the the wall with her other hand to steady herself as she pushed a finger deep into her sex. The imaginary person behind her only served to fuelled the fire in her loins further.

As the water ran over her head she felt the finger thrust harder and harder into her pussy until, with a cry her knees gave way and she came hard over her hand. Sobbing uncontrollably Jessica laid on the shower floor allowing the emotion to drain out of her and down the plug hole along with the cool water.

Everything was such a mess, she had to do something to change things.