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This story is not based on any person or persons, situation or scenario real or imagined. A humorous inside peek of soft core porn with a hilarious seduction twist (that will be revealed in part 2) combined with tease, exposure, sex, and a harem like I have never created or written before. Any similarities to actual Porn, Hentai, Manga, Pin-Up tease or even ‘content creation’ is incidental, coincidental and unintentional. Please let me know what you think and if you enjoy it.

Any people, places, names, products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement, this is a work of fiction. Names have been randomly generated then chosen to suit the characters.

My name is John, I am 19 years old, stand 5’ 10” with short black hair, hazel eyes, an athletic frame and live in a small but nice apartment a few blocks from my parents house. I suddenly find myself in the middle of a career I never expected and a job I could have only imagined or dreamed about. For the last 13 months since graduating high school, I have worked for SCPI, a huge company that publishes books, magazines, DVD’s, media, and all kinds of other things. We also have a large online presence with downloads, streaming and even gaming. I started as a production assistant which was a fancy title for the person who does at least 20 different tasks or jobs. I sorted and delivered mail internally, got coffee and snacks, picked up drycleaning and lunch, typed, filed and input data, and even got to cat-sit for an executive on a few occasions.

I like cats, who doesn’t?

Literally out of nowhere, last week I was called into HR and asked to go to the 30th floor and meet with Rachel, an executive who was looking for an assistant. The good news is she liked me, I got the job, and it came with lots of perks including brand new electronics and a really nice raise. The bad news is Rachel is very possibly one of the hottest women I have ever met and it’s difficult to focus or concentrate around her. Besides being a ‘13’ on the ‘10’ scale, Rachel is hotter than fire, fitter than nearly all fitness models, and seems to choose her clothes from the seduction category. Her skirts are SHORT, her tops and blouses are thin, clingy, show off lots of cleavage, and seem to be at least a size too small.

More importantly, seemingly by nature, Rachel LOVES to flirt and tease.

An absolute stunner and a complete knockout, Rachel is barely 29, stands a tall 6’, has long, vibrant red hair that seems to be on fire, bright green eyes, and damn near a perfect body. Rachel has long, smooth legs, tight butt, a large, firm chest, perfect teeth and smile, and exudes sex and lust just standing wherever she is standing. The first week as her assistant was torture because by the third day of working for Rachel, I spent nearly half the day hard and I mean ROCK HARD. I have tasks and duties, but unless I’m confused or imagining things, Rachel seems to prefer I be with her, near her, and seemingly by her side. By Friday I had attended at least 30 meetings, had a brand new smartphone, tablet and computer, and wanted nothing more than fuck Rachel right against her desk, a wall, or even on the floor if it meant I could fuck her.

As it was, I went home Friday and jerked off twice just to be able to think.

Once I had my wits about me, I had dinner with my parents.

Then Saturday morning, Rachel called just before 8am and purred, “I need you urgently." I sighed, sat up in bed, and asked, “When?” Rachel sighed a long sigh, then said, “I’ll text you the address to my condo and Security will let you in. Please hurry?” She hung up and I stared at my phone for what felt like forever. What could possibly be so urgent on a Saturday morning? In the shower I sprung hard and stared down at my cock. If I got hard alone in my shower just thinking about Rachel, I was in serious trouble after only a week in her presence. I ignored my erection, washed up, got dressed, then drove to the address Rachel texted me. Security checked my ID, used a keycard on the elevator, and said, “Top floor. PH1 or the Penthouse."

Oddly, the elevator opened into a lavish space with an actual running fountain and lots of colorful flowers and plants. I knocked and the

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