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*quot;Give me an example of an occasion when you failed, and how you responded to it.*quot;
That was my very first interview question when I applied for a job at Lambert Partners. My interviewer was Ted Bloom. He was only a junior partner at that time, but was still on a six-figure base salary. I told him in embarrassing detail about a disastrous sexual encounter I'd had with the most beautiful girl in my school. It was a gamble; I wanted to stand out in Ted's memory from the hundreds of other candidates for the job. The gamble paid off; he laughed out loud at my story, and eventually I got hired. The clincher, I think, was when I said my reaction was to *quot;go out and make a lot of money.*quot;
Patent attorneys do make a lot of money. Ted is a millionaire a few times over; and even though I'm not in his league, I'm doing okay; provided I don't majorly fuck up, I can keep paying Daisy hush money. I call it *quot;hush money*quot;, although she's never even hinted at blackmail. But we both know it's an option for her.
I'd convinced Daisy not to dress up for her interview at Lambert. *quot;Just wear your normal clothes,*quot; I told her. *quot;Jeans is fine, with that jumper you wore for Nana's funeral. Not the Jeans with the holes that show your fishnets. Look like a normal graduate. Don't wear your DM's.*quot;
Daisy turned sideways in front of the mirror and tugged unhappily at her jumper. *quot;I look so fucking boring.*quot;
*quot;You look lovely.*quot; I meant it.
*quot;I'm not going for 'lovely', I want to look professional.*quot;
*quot;Well, you won't get any client-facing work to start with,*quot; I said. *quot;Most of your work will be at a computer.*quot; I sure got that wrong.


I was awoken before my alarm went off by the sweet scent of perfume. I sat up on the sofa, stretched my arms and tried to uncramp my neck.
*quot;Daisy?*quot;
She emerged from her bedroom. She was almost unrecognizable. She was wearing a body-hugging charcoal-grey rollneck sweater, which she'd tucked into a short tight grey skirt. Her long shapely legs, her best feature, were wrapped in sheer nylons, and she wore the Louboutin pumps. But it was her makeup that really changed her appearance. She almost never used it on her youthful face, but she'd applied it with such taste and understatement that she looked like a really classy young woman.
In response to my stare, she said, *quot;Client meeting. See you later. I want Dover sole tonight.*quot;
I scratched my head and yawned. *quot;Right. What time will you get back?*quot;
She slammed the apartment door, which blew a breeze of her sexy scent into my nostrils. I heard the click-click-click of her heels tunceli escort as she ran downstairs. I yawned and began to dress for the office myself, in my dull grey suit.
Late that afternoon, Daisy and Ted Bloom passed by my desk on their way back from the client meeting. I caught another whiff of her perfume. I knew the clients well, bald-headed, horny middle-aged accountants and lawyers. I imagined them ogling Daisy while Ted smoothly drove the prices up.
I opened and closed my knees involuntarily with jealous lust. James, the young man who occupied the desk next to me, glanced up furtively as she passed. He was clearly besotted with her. He probably jerked himself off to her every night. *quot;Your daughter is very pretty,*quot; he said to me.
I glared at him. *quot;Excuse me?*quot;
The poor guy looked terrified. *quot;Sorry,*quot; he whispered, and he pretended to study a lot of tiny numbers on his screen.
At six o'clock, I locked my computer and looked around for Daisy, who'd been commuting with me daily on the bus. I found her, as I feared, in Ted's office.
Ted looked up, startled for a moment.
*quot;I'm just briefing Daisy on the Hewlett Packard patent.*quot;
'Briefing'. So that's what you call it, I thought.
*quot;Don't keep her too late, Ted, she'll need her beauty sleep!*quot; I said, grinning falsely.
*quot;Don't worry, I'll order her a cab home. She'll be back before you probably.*quot;
*quot;Bloody hell, Ted, no need to spoil her!*quot;
*quot;Bloody hell yourself, Tom. She's been working her - she's been working really hard all month. I think she deserves it.*quot;
I rode the bus home alone. I was so pissed off that I almost forgot to stop off at Waitrose to get the clams and Dover sole she'd ordered me to cook.
I got home before Daisy. Still in my suit, I prepared the fish and got the ingredients ready for her supper. I Daisy's voices outside the front door, and the sound of her keys in the lock.
She'd brought James with her.
*quot;What's that awful smell?*quot; She said.
*quot;It's your supper. Dover sole.*quot;
*quot;Oh, yeah! I forgot. Great. You're not veggie, James? Dad's a brilliant cook.*quot;
There wasn't enough for three people, but I didn't dare say that to her. Instead, I said sarcastically, *quot;mind if I have a bath first?*quot;
Daisy and James sat down on the sofa. *quot;Yes I do mind, I'm starving.*quot; she said. She switched on the PlayStation. *quot;I'm going to whip your Japanese ass, Jimmy boy.*quot;
*quot;I don't have a Japanese ass. I have a Chinese ass,*quot; said James, as he picked up a controller.
James stayed all evening. I spent it sitting tunceli escort bayan on Daisy's bed in her room, where I'd been banished. Her clothes and underwear, strewn all over the floor, taunted me. But she'd warned me not to *quot;touch anything*quot;, knowing my weakness for panty-sniffing.
Next day, Ted called me into his office. He told me that people had noticed I'd seemed stressed the last couple of days, and that maybe I should work from home for the rest of the week. It was couched as a suggestion, but it was an order.
I knew what was happening: It wasn't just my outburst at James: My presence in the office was cramping Ted's style. He knew I was watching the two of them, preventing him from making a move on her. So he wanted me out of the way.
I asked him casually how Daisy was doing.
*quot;Very well. She's a quick learner.*quot;
On cue, Daisy walked in.
*quot;Oh, sorry, I didn't know Dad -- I mean Tom - was with you,*quot; she said to Ted, without looking at me.
*quot;That's okay. It was just a chat.*quot;
Daisy eyed Ted and me in turn -- and no doubt guessed that she'd been the subject of our *quot;chat*quot;.
She brandished a folder. *quot;Here's the prior art report for the Hewlett Packard patent.*quot;
*quot;That was quick!*quot; Said Ted, looking at me. *quot;Wasn't it, Tom. I remember when you started working here, it took you -*quot;
*quot;- the search facilities are a lot easier now,*quot; I responded.
*quot;Yes. Even so... even so...*quot; murmured Ted as he perused the report with interest.
Daisy stepped over to Ted's side of the desk and leaned over him. What a fucking flirt, I thought.
*quot;That one, University of Beijing, looks a bit of an issue...*quot;, she said to him. She glanced at me, enjoying my discomfort.
*quot;Yes. Yes it does. Good work, Daisy!*quot;
*quot;Is everything okay, Dad?*quot; Daisy remained on Ted's side of the desk. The two of them looked at me, with a smile of pity on their faces. I felt like such a loser.
*quot;Tom's a bit overworked at the moment. I thought it might be better if he worked from home for a few days,*quot; said Ted, closing the folder and placing it in his in-tray.
*quot;No,*quot; she said. I was shocked, not so much by her answer, but by the forceful way she'd overruled Ted. She was dominating him already, almost as much as she dominated me.
She added, *quot;I can help him out now I've done that report. Can't I, Ted?*quot;
*quot;I imagine Tom sees enough of you already at home,*quot; said Ted, hoping I'd concur.
With Daisy unexpectedly on my side, I was emboldened to defy my boss. *quot;No, I think it's a good idea. And she'd get a good introduction escort tunceli to renewable energy innovation.*quot;
I was so grateful to Daisy for standing up for me, that I didn't care that she was, as usual, manipulating us both for her own ends. I don't think Ted realised yet how much he was under her thumb; or how vindictive she could be if he tried to resist her.
As we turned to leave his office, she said, *quot;Actually Ted, Steve's office is empty for the rest of the week. It would be better if we worked in there, rather than disturbing James.*quot;
I noticed Ted's reaction at her mentioning James' name. So he wasn't the only one who was jealous of him.


*quot;Ok, Daisy. Do you want to help me with my work or not?*quot; We were seated at opposite sides of the desk in Steve's empty office.
Daisy said nothing. She propelled her chair into the middle of the room with little steps of her feet and started playing with the height adjuster.
*quot;Look, forget it. Ted's right. You see enough of me at home.*quot;
Daisy turned the chair around slowly.
I brought up the document I was working on onto my computer screen. *quot;Right: This is a patent application for a hydrogen car refuelling station...*quot;
*quot;Whoah... I'm dizzy!*quot;
*quot;Fuck's sake Daisy, do you want to do this or not?*quot;
She stood up, walked to the door, and closed it. She turned and looked at me, resting her hands against the door.
*quot;Not.*quot;
*quot;Okay.*quot;
*quot;I want you to suck you off under the desk. Sir.*quot;
*quot;Daisy, you've been watching too many crap movies.*quot;
*quot;You know you want me to, sir. Say it.*quot;
*quot;Daisy, no. Can you imagine-*quot;
*quot;-Yes I can. The whole world will know what sick fucks we are. Doesn't that get you hot?*quot;
It did. But I wasn't ready to admit it.
*quot;You've gone all pink.*quot;
*quot;Daisy. Please. No.*quot;
She wheeled her chair closer me, and ran the tip of her shoe up and down the back of my ankle.
*quot;Ok. Teach me all about hydrogen pumps... show me your massive, throbbing hydrogen pump, sir.*quot;
That did it. I broke into fits of laughter at her silly double-entendre.
Silently, I stood up. She quickly unzipped my fly and freed my dick from my underpants. She kissed it gently. *quot;Daisy loves kissing Daddy's cock...*quot; She murmured. *quot;Daisy's a sick fuck. Say it.*quot;
*quot;You're a sick fuck.*quot;
She grabbed the shaft of my dick and pulled it towards her face. She opened hour mouth wide and extended and flattened her long wet tongue down to her chin. She rubbed the tip of my dick round and round against it.
*quot;Keep saying it, until you cum in my mouth.*quot;
*quot;You're a sick fuck...*quot;
*quot;You're a... sick fuck...*quot;
As I came, she clamped her lips over me and let her mouth fill with my juice. She gulped and wiped her lips. I arched my neck and stared blankly at the ceiling. Dimly, I heard her ask me how much money Ted made. I told her. Mistake.