She sat at the desk, an amused smile on her face as she scanned the news story and then went back and read it with relish a second time in detail.
The bizarre death of Mrs. Lucille Beldon has shocked the entire Hollywood film colony. It is rumored, through usually reliable sources, that her death was brought about by accidental strangulation during an orgy held by a strange sex cult at the home of producer Norman Roffler. His wife, Verna Roffler, has been arraigned on charges of involuntary manslaughter.
"Mrs. Jessup."
"Yes, Marie?" She looked up into the maid's dull stare.
"The applicants are all here, Ma'am."
"Oh yes. Ah…" She leafed through the large stack of resumes on her desk. "Send in… this one first. Carol Bodine."
The maid left, and seconds later a tall redhead, about forty-five years old, with a full-busted, striking figure, entered the room.
"Miss Bodine?"
"Yes."
"I'm Margaret Jessup… please call me Midge. Sit down."
"I recognized you from your wedding pictures in the newspaper. Your husband is very handsome."
"Thank you. It took me three years to get him to say yes," she laughed. "But then everything comes to those who wait. Don't you think?' "I've always thought that," the woman said, suddenly feeling very warm with this girl who was at least half her age, but seemed so very sure of herself and mature.
"Your references are excellent. May I ask you a few questions?"
"Certainly."
"You're not married?"
"No, I never have been."
"Any plans to be in the immediate future, I mean?"
"None," the woman said with emphasis.
"Well," Midge said, "I need a person to act as… well, sort of a companion and secretary. This is a very large house to run."
"It's a beautiful home."
"My husband's parents gave it to us as a wedding present."
"You are a very lucky girl."
"Perhaps. In the future, the very near future, I plan on doing quite a bit of entertaining. Parties, that sort of thing. Sometimes running quite late into the night, with several couples."
"The hour has never bothered me," she said, shaking her red hair and smiling.
Midge stood and stretched, thrusting her huge tits tautly in the thin sweater. The woman's eyes went to them immediately and devoured them intently. At the same time her legs parted slightly. The girl leaned across the desk and smiled directly into the woman's eyes, a warm, deep glow coming into her own.
"Carol," she said, "I think you will do just fine."