Fred always hated taking interviews. Most of the applicants were women who were intrigued by him. Some cowered at his very presence, which was extremely disturbing. When his secretary asked for a maternity leave he couldn't deny her. But he was reluctant to replace her for the sole reason that he would have to take the final interview. Jenna had already shortlisted six candidates from a shark pool of over a hundred. All Frederick had to do is find out who he could work with best.
As he got up he groaned as his body refused to cooperate. He needed more sleep but he couldn't disappoint whoever he had chosen to spend the previous night with.
"I am too old for this," he mumbled.
"We didn't think so last night", came a squeaking voice from his side that wrapped a nimble hand around his stomach.
Frederick didn't remember last night. He was too drunk to remember. He turned to his left to find a brunette with dishevelled hair and golden eyes. He smirked at her boldness as his manhood, already active in the morning light, started throbbing for release. He turned to give her a kiss but instead bit her on the tip of the nose. She giggled but there was another voice in the room. Another hand snaked around him to grab his manhood in a firm hold. Fred turned to his right and saw the same brown hair and golden eyes but these eyes were less playful and more demanding. Suddenly Frederick remembered the twins he had brought back the night before.
"I am sorry but I was too drunk to remember your names last night," Fred confessed. The brunette on his left giggled once more while the one on his right looked at him accusingly.
"You made up enough for your lack of sobriety," the girl on the left commented. "I am Natalie and that is Natasha. We are twins if you couldn't tell."
"That is good, Natalie. Why don't you tend to little Fred down there before my morning starts and Natasha, why don't you lie down and let me lighten up your mood?" Fred suggested.
"What about me?" Natalie asked, feeling like getting the lesser part of the bargain.
"I will have to take a shower soon. You could join," Fred said with a promise.
Over the next one hour, Fred lay down to have Natalie tend to his needs as Natasha placed herself on his mouth to be pleasured. Sometime during the hour, Natalie started to choke when the sisters exchanged places, both orgasming more than twice in the course of the hour. Once they were both sated Fred turned Natalie on her stomach and started pounding her arse till she screamed out. Natasha bent down to eat her sister's pussy till Natalie fell exhausted. The challenge was always who would accompany Fred into the showers and as Natalie found herself too sore to move, Natasha lucked out. Fred was still semi-hard once he pulled himself out of Natalie. It didn't take him much to take Natasha against the glass walls of his showers. Just before coming he turned her around and took her arse while his hand snaked around and pounded her pussy. Natasha screamed out in both pain and pleasure before her body went limp in his hand. He had to carry Natasha to the bed where her sister already lay sated. He got dressed and called his security to take care of last night's leftovers.
Fred's security consisted mostly of ex-mafia whose family once worked for his. Mark was young, barely out of the army after serving for a few years and he had gained ranks to become his right-hand man. Frederick asked Mark to send a few of the other men to sort out a twin problem in his New York Apartment.
"Twin," Mark asked over the phone.
"Do you have a problem, Giovanni?" Fred asked using his last name.
"Of course not sir. I was just thinking about how many would be needed to sort the problem." Mark snickered. "Half a dozen should suffice I suppose."
"Get to it," Fred ordered.
Fred never had a problem lending his leftovers to his men. It was not that he was going to see these women ever again. Frederick always had a one-night-only policy when it came to women. It kept them safe. The job of his men was to scare them away for good. They didn't force themselves on the women. That would be rape and as a man of law, Frederick couldn't condone that. However, most of the women were more than happy to be pleased by the able-bodied men he employed.
When the phone rang Frederick expected it to be Mark making some snide comment about the twins again. Though he acted tough, Frederick saw Mark as a son. In a course of the three years that they had worked together, Mark served as both his security and chauffeur. He, however, deserved a better position with his Masters in Computer Application. Sometimes Frederick reckoned that he was working for the wrong family, but he wouldn't tell him that.
When a female voice greeted Fred on the other side of the phone a smile lit up his face.
"Hello"
"Stella, to what do I owe you this pleasure?"
"Jenna told me that you might need help interviewing potential secretaries. When do you need me?"
"I can take a few interviews without causing an incident. I am not that naive," Fred insisted.
"I am just thinking of chaperoning. I don't want you accused of sexual harassment."
"What do you think of me?"
"A walking sex god," Stella commented nonchalantly as the line went dead.
Stella was Fred's friend, though the word friend had a very loose interpretation here. She was the best friend of his business partner's wife and almost fourteen years his junior. Initially when they met Stella had a huge crush on another mutual friend but that faded over time and with it all awkwardness in the friends' circle. She was basically one with the guys but not because she lacked anything in the looks department. Seeing Stella in a room one would classify her as perfect arm candy, only until she opened her mouth. Her wit was to die for and that is what captivated Fred.
Fred knew that he had a thing for Stella but he was acutely aware of the fact that he was the son of a mafia family who helped police to bring his family down. There were many people after his blood, which justified the army he carried around as his security. The other thing that he was acutely aware of was the age difference. Stella had been out of his league since the day he realized his feelings for her. Their position defined the difference. Stella was the maid of honour at his best friend's wedding while he was giving away the bride. Now, five years later he still went hard thinking of that day. He turned to his bed at the sleeping form of the twins and eyed the tent in his pants. Stella owed all these women an apology for turning him on every time she called.