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From: Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "Claudette Gets a Job" by Katie McN (Naive Mympho) (Mf,    ff, Rom/Humor)
Date: Wed, 13 Dec 2000 02:10:04 -0500
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Claudette Gets a Job

By Katie McN <katiemcn@excite.com>

Notice: Copyright 2000 by Katie McN. This story contains a bunch 
of stuff that is bound to make some people upset. I'm planning on 
writing ff, M+f and who knows what else. If things like this bother 
you even if they're written as a parody, well push the reset button on 
your computer. Oops, I meant back button, but it's too late to 
mention that now. Sorry.

Denny Wheeler is my world class editor and always makes my 
stories turn out a lot better than expected. Now that the word is 
getting around that he does this sort of thing, he's been taking to 
wearing rain coats and handing out candy at Catholic Girls High 
Schools and stuff.

This is one of the Conjugate Na ve Nymphomaniac Challenge 
Stories. The idea was to write a story about a na ve 14 year old 
nymphomaniac with blonde hair who had sex with just about 
everyone, but still remains innocent. Well, since I write those kinds 
of stories all the time, it wasn't any problem except to figure out 
how to get my red haired character to dye her hair for the occasion.

--
 
"Yikes! Claudette, what did you do to your hair?"


Yep, it's me, Claudette of the North, and I'm not going to take it 
anymore. People think I'm a typical 14 year old Canadian 
nymphomaniac and it just isn't true. For one thing, I don't live in 
Canada now. Plus, I don't even know what a nymphomaniac is, and 
even if I did, I know I couldn't get a job like that before I graduated 
from middle school.

So, I figure if I make my mark, put my shoulder to the grind stone 
and do all that other stuff you see on television, people will start 
looking at me in a new light. Yep, so I decided it was time to start 
my career, and what better place to start than reading the want ads 
in the Del Rio News Herald?

There were all kinds of jobs in the paper, but nothing that I could 
do. Working at Taco Bell seemed real hard  and I'd be too 
embarrassed to take a job in government. Suddenly I noticed this 
great opportunity...

Help Wanted. Blonde Bombshell Massage Parlor. Must Be 
Experienced.

My dream job. I can't think of anyone more experienced than me. 
The only problem was the blonde part. Well, I always wondered 
what I'd look like as a blonde so why not find out?


"What did you do, Claudette?"

Katie R gets so excited. It's not like I couldn't dye my hair some 
other color if I wanted to change things around. I know how to do 
some stuff. 

"Don't you like me as a blonde bombshell, Katie R? I'm applying 
for a job today and have to look just right."

I really don't have to work because Katie R is the richest 14 year old 
girl in the world. It just seemed like I had to do something 
worthwhile to show I could make it on my own. She finally said it 
was okay to apply for the position as long as I brought some change 
for the phone in case I had to call home.

I hopped on my bike and peddled my ass all over town until I 
finally arrived at the Massage Parlor. I should've asked Katie R 
what kind of people worked did there, but I figured if all they 
wanted was someone experienced, I didn't really have to know 
anything.

"Yah, what do you want."

"Bon jour. I'm Claudette du Nord and I'm here to apply for the job."

The guy didn't seem friendly at all, but I knew if I looked sincere I 
could win him over. I also knew that most guys liked my five inch 
heels and silk mini-dress that barely covered my cute little butt. 
Either way, I figured he'd find me a good candidate.

"You look a little young for what we're doing here, kid. I think you 
better come back in a couple of years."

"What do you mean? I'm really experienced and that's all you said 
in your ad. I think you should at least interview me."

We argued for awhile until he finally brought me into a back room 
where several other guys were playing some sort of card game. I 
usually don't play cards because I can't see the point in playing a 
game where I always have to take my clothes off. I hoped the guys 
were finished although I'd probably be a good sport if they asked 
me real nice.

"Okay, boys, this is Claudette and she says she'll do anything to get 
the out call, uh, I mean massage job. She wants an interview even 
though I told her she's too young. Any one got any ideas?"

"Hi Claudette, I'm Luther,  the owner of this place. Do you happen 
to know how to dance?"

Well, I soon found myself standing up on the card table dancing to 
some song I never heard before. It was an okay song about the Stars 
at Night or something like that, and I soon got into it. Every once in 
awhile someone would holler out something like dress or panties 
and I'd take it off. Once when I was in Dallas, Katie R showed me 
how to do strip tease dancing and I made a lot of money. It was fun 
watching all the guys make fools out of themselves, too.

Since I wasn't wearing a lot, I found myself in nothing but my high 
heels, stockings and garter belt in no time at all. I was waiting for 
them to holler out the other items, but they never got around to it for 
some reason. After awhile I kind of got winded and had to stop. 
Lucky for me, there was more to the interview.

Luther brought me into one of the side rooms where a guy was 
laying down on a little table with nothing but a towel covering him. 
Good thing he had that towel on because I could see he had a boner 
and I'm sure he wouldn't want anyone to notice it.

Luther played a joke on him and pulled off the towel. I pretended 
not to see anything when his dick shot straight up in the air and 
started to quiver. It looked kind of silly, but I was experienced and 
certainly had seen things like that before. 

"Okay, Claudette, hop up on the table and give Mr. Smith a 
massage."

Somehow I ended up spread eagle over his dick. It slipped inside 
me and he started to move around like he wanted to get laid. I 
figured I better fuck him or else I'd never be able to show Mr. 
Luther that I could give good massages. The guy really liked big 
tits. When I rubbed mine on his chest, he seemed to get into it big 
time. 

A lot of guys think my voice is sexy and sometimes I can get them 
off just by talking. I decided to give it a try.

"Hi." 

Seems like it worked again. He started making the usual sounds and 
before you know it he exploded with a major league orgasm. Not 
bad for an old guy.

Mr. Smith seemed tired and so we decided to go into one of the 
other rooms where some guy had a babe tied down on a table and 
he looked like he was getting ready to fuck her in the ass. He was 
putting something on his dick to grease it up so I figured she wasn't 
real experienced with getting poked in the wazoo.

"Hi Mr. Billingsly. It's me, Claudette, your daughters friend from 
school."

It must have been painful for him to jam his cock into that jar like 
that. He didn't seem happy to see me either.

"What's that white stuff coming out of your thingy? You must of 
got some of that cream jammed into your dick, Mr. Billingsly. Let 
me help you get it out."

I figured if I gave him a quick hand job, everything would work out 
one way or another. Sure enough, when he came, all that other stuff 
shot out of there, too. He seemed relieved so I decided to make his 
day and lick him clean. He really liked that and soon his dick was 
sticking straight out again. Well, since I'm experienced, I knew just 
what to do. The floor was kind of hard on my knees and I thought 
that I should really bring knee pads to work from now on to avoid 
bruises. Mr. Billingsly  got off again and he kept talking about 
having two orgasms in less than five minutes. I couldn't understand 
why he was so excited, I can get myself off five or ten times in five 
minutes. What's the big deal?

He handed me some money and said to keep this to myself, but he 
wanted to see me again for more of the same. Guys are so funny. I 
told him his daughter knew how to do all the same stuff and that she 
would probably do it for free seeing as how they are family and all. 
I didn't know what happened next. He seemed to get real angry and 
then he left in a huff.

There were three guys in the waiting room when we got back. They 
said they didn't have much time, but wanted to get their pipes 
cleaned. I didn't know what they meant at first, but they seemed to 
like seeing me in nothing but heels, stockings and garter belt so I 
figured it must have something to do with getting laid.

I had the first guy lay down on the floor where I pulled out his 
whopper and got busy. Once I had a good rhythm going, I had 
another one pull out his dick and I gave him a scorcher he'd never 
forget. I couldn't believe how dense the last guy was. It took him 
forever to realize that the only place I had left for him was my 
asshole. He finally figured it out and that's how the sheriff found us 
when he came into the place. 

The sheriff seemed a bit upset and I figured it must be a health 
violation or something. I've known the sheriff since the first time he 
came out to the house to bust us for under age drinking.  He still 
seemed to like getting it on with Canadian girls and so it was no 
time at all before he left, smiling and beaming.

Well, Mr. Luther hired me right then and put me on the clock. I was 
only making minimum wage and tips which seemed low for an 
experienced person. I worked for another three hours and ended up 
with 1,280 dollars. When I asked Mr. Luther about it, he told me 
that it was a slow day and I should make a lot more on the week 
ends.


"Katie R, I can't take the 9 to 5 grind any more. First off, I can't 
even pay my bar tab at the club with what I'll be making and the 
part where I have to work on weekends is just the last straw." 

Katie R was very sympathetic  when I told her that I quit on the spot 
and decided there and then I was never going to work again.

Katie R was so understanding. She helped me change my hair color 
back to my normal red which was a great relief. She drew a hot bath 
for me and assisted me out of my clothes. I always like it when she 
undresses me. She thinks I don't know she's checking out the 
merchandise, but I had it all figured out the third time it took her 
twenty minutes to undress me and she ended up touching ever part 
of my body a million times. I didn't just fall off the turnip truck and 
so forth.

She never lets me do anything in the bath tub and she is so 
thorough. When she touches me in all those personal places I do get 
turned on, or course, but I try very hard not to let her know it. I'm 
sure she'd be mortified if she realized what she was doing to me. I 
kind of like taking advantage of her like that and hold off having an 
orgasm for as long as I can. Fortunately she is such a na ve nymphet 
that she doesn't even realize what she is doing. I can get off three or 
four times in the bath and she doesn't say a thing.

---

Claudette is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I'm so lucky 
to have her for my best friend. 

I just love it when she gets all excited about something and says, 
"Katie R, look at this." She has the most animated face once could 
ever imagine. Her skin is smooth as silk and her long red hair flows 
like a river of excitement all the way down to her waist. She has the 
breasts of a mature woman, but they still retain the firm excitement 
of a young girl. Her body is slender and yet well rounded in all the 
places I like to touch. And, I like to touch. Her ass sticks out in a 
way that says 'grab me' and I do as many times as I can. I don't 
know how someone who is barely 5' 7" can have legs than are miles 
long. The most exciting legs one could ever imagine. 

Somehow her nipples and her lips are the same color. I call it 'kiss 
me red' because I've found myself kissing her lips and breasts more 
times than I can count. And when she gets real excited, the inside of 
her pussy turns the same color and I know she's ready for anything 
and everything.

I'm in love with a person who knows just what I want and one who 
is always ready to give it to me. 

A cave of red hair surrounds me and all I can see is her mouth 
searching for mine. A kiss and then another and another. Her tongue 
makes its way into my mouth and explores for hidden treasure. A 
hand on my cheek trails back behind my neck and finds a place 
attached to a secret part of my mind. 

A flash or orange. A flash of red. 

Her little tongue teases my nipple and makes is grow to adult size. 
Her lips surround the rosy target on my breast and try to hide it all 
inside her mouth.

Her hand slides down to my waist and then to my hip and then to 
my everywhere. Her hand is learning the shape of my body and it's 
learning it very well. A single finger sneaks across my tummy and 
messes around in the little patch of hair that signals the entrance to 
my private place. A single finger slides down the trail that splits my 
pussy and I feel it try to get it, but somehow it's denied. Not by me, 
of course, but something made it wait for another right time.

I feel the heat from her tits merge with mine as our two bodies try to 
be one, a special one that only lovers know. 

She turns me over and paints a track of kisses from my neck to my 
ass. Her teeth nibble and peck their way across my butt where they 
rest half way through the journey just in time to let her tongue 
pretend to probe my tiny asshole. Her finger slips inside my pussy 
without even asking. I didn't notice it at first, but I sure notice it 
now. She moves her hand in an exquisite rhythm. A finger burrows 
deep inside my pussy while two others tease my now engorged 
pussy lips. My clit likes the feel of her knuckle gently rubbing up 
and down in time to my ecstasy. She starts moving her hand back 
and forth with a constant pressure that says she knows just what I 
want. She's so right. Her finger moves in and out of the flame 
between my legs and never seems to get burned.

Her tongue pushes  against my lips and they open to accept her little 
treasure. She's kisses me many times and yet each time seems so 
very new. Each time seems so much better than the last. Each time.

My hand wanders over her back and down toward her ass. I take an 
inventory of her delights and find I'm richer than I thought. She 
feels so very good . Much more than a woman. Much more than 
wonderful. Much more than I thought I could deserve.

I kind of lose track of what I'm doing when she starts playing with 
my tits. Claudette always knows what to do. What to do to make me 
feel better than I ever have before. Beyond that and then so much 
more. So very much more.

There is magic in our bed. We are laying on our sides and looking 
at each other. We're kissing, touching, holding and caressing. We're 
loving and feeling a magic that can only happen on a special night. 
A night that can live but once. A once that is only now.

I feel her hands holding my naked hips and then they start to move 
across my ass. She explores and teases and touches. She makes sure 
I know my lover is there and I do over and over again. Her hands. 
Her tongue. Her pussy. Her tits and more, more, more. And sound 
and smell and beauty and desire.

We make love through the night and fall asleep without knowing 
that we do. We only know we are holding each other when we 
wake. We only know we are in love.

  ---

"Katie R, look at this. Look here in the paper. I know I could do this 
job."

"Why don't you put the paper down, Claudette, and just give me 
another kiss?"

The End


After Word: We've been having a discussion on story categories in 
the group alt.sex.stories.d. The point I made was the most popular 
stories seem to be the ones that keep within certain "rules" for a 
given porno category. I obviously didn't believe myself since I 
wrote a story with two totally different categories jammed together 
in one story. I figure it's way cool to do stuff like that and hope 
everyone likes it. ;-)


Katie McN <katiemcn@excite,com>

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www.asstr-mirror.org\~Katie_McN



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