The Billionaire's Curvy Conquest

By: Lydia Layne

It wasn’t easy dressing a short, curvy, plus-size body like mine, especially on an administrative assistant’s salary. With big boobs, thick thighs and a round butt, stretchy and loose was cheap and comfortable, if not overly stylish.

Less than five minutes passed before an impeccably-dressed woman in a navy suit greeted me with an engaging smile.

“I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Miss James,” she said, holding out her hand, which I shook firmly. “I’m Greta VanNess and I’ll be briefing you on your assignment.”

“I’m sorry I’m late,” I responded, following Greta to her office. “I only found out about your request a few minutes ago.”

Greta smiled. “No need to worry, Miss James. Rest assured that the issue will be addressed with your supervisor.”

I made a mental note to ask around later to see if the Wicked Witch got a talking-to. A taste of her own medicine would serve her right.

On Greta’s desk was my employee file and she reviewed the contents. “I see that you’re 27, Miss James, and a college graduate with a degree in English Literature.”

“That’s correct,” I responded, silently cursing myself for not listening to my dad when he urged me to major in something more useful, like communications or finance. All my degree had gotten me was a string of dead-end admin jobs and a few published essays in no-pay literary magazines.

“You’ve been with Reed Technologies for six months and have already been promoted from entry level admin to Administrative Assistant II. Excellent work, Miss James.”

“Thank you,” I replied, although the praise wasn’t warranted; every admin who lasted six months at Reed Technologies was automatically promoted to Administrative Assistant II.

I was hoping that this Special Projects assignment, whatever it turned out to be, would provide an opportunity to step up the Reed Technologies corporate ladder. I was tired of job-hopping and was ready for a real career.

“Alice didn’t provide many details about your assignment,” Greta said, “but she did tell me that she recommended you specifically, which is quite an honor!”

Alice was Mr. Reed’s executive assistant. She had been with him since he opened the company’s doors over 20 years ago. While I knew who Alice was - everybody at Reed Technologies did - I had no idea how she knew me.

“You’ll learn more when I send you upstairs,” Greta continued. Upstairs was the penthouse floor occupied by Mr. Reed and Alice. “For now, I need you to sign our standard confidentiality agreement.”

Special Projects had a strict confidentiality policy and I gladly signed the document Greta put in front of me. She made a copy using the tabletop copy machine and paper-clipped the original to my employee file.

Greta handed the file and an elevator pass to me. “Give this authorization to the elevator operator and he’ll take you upstairs. Check in with Alice and give her your file. She’ll take it from there!”

Chapter 2

The elevator operator was a stoic fellow who didn’t invite small talk, so we rode in silence.

Exiting at the penthouse level of the Reed Building, I walked purposely toward Alice’s desk. Taking a deep breath, I handed her my file. “I’m Cassie James, reporting from Special Projects.”

“Good morning, Miss James,” Alice said pleasantly, taking the file and reviewing its contents. “Everything looks to be in order, here. Mr. Reed needs you to do a personal errand for him. The assignment is, shall we say, a bit unconventional. But I guarantee you it will be more fun than sitting in your cubicle on the second floor.”

Alice smiled and I couldn’t help but smile in return. Everyone who worked above the second floor seemed so happy...and so nice!

“Greta in Special Projects told me that you’re the one who recommended me for this assignment.”

“Exactly,” Alice responded. “Mr. Reed is planning a Valentine’s Day getaway with a lady friend and would like to buy her a few gifts as a special surprise.”

“What does that have to do with me?” I asked.

“Well, your body size and shape happen to be a mirror image of his lady friend, although I must say that your face is much prettier than hers and your, ah, attributes appear to be much more natural.”

I think she was referring to my 38 DDs!

“I’m not sure I understand,” I said, still confused.

“Mr. Reed typically buys his lady friends things like jewelry and perfume, which I can handle with ease,” Alice explained. “This time, he would like intimate apparel. Even in my prime, my shape was never as full-figured as yours. And I certainly wouldn’t want to guess at sizing and get it wrong.”

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