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The Interns by Karen Blayne
Oh by the way red tape first.
©Karen Blayne 2018.
Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.
They were sort of scribbled for fun.
Brad and Holly were celebrating the end of exams. “We could go and party tonight.” “We could do but I’ve had an idea I want to develop.” “Oh man you still think you’re going to make your fortune with an idea?” “More chance than with a big corporation and getting equal pay.” “But it will take at least a year to develop it.” “More like ten.” Murmured Holly “You don’t feel like putting some of your hard earned inheritance into the project?” She asked hopefully. “How much?” “I could live on $20,000 for a year to get started?”
Easy come easy go, Brad wrote out a cheque for $50,000, hell Holly had kept him sane all through the course she was worth every penny. Holly took the cheque and in return wrote out a partnership agreement giving him 49% ownership of the project. “There you’re part of my dream now.” They had an odd relationship, she’d been looking for somewhere to stay and he’d had a small inheritance from a Great Uncle he’d never met. Just enough to buy an apartment and pay the expenses on his course. She’d moved into his spare room and they’d hung out together. She’d been a bit nervous at first and unsure of herself thinking he’d want her in his bed but gradually relaxed and become more comfortable around him.
She was very independent and meticulous about paying exactly half the food bill which meant Brad had found it was easier to let her do the shopping and pay for coffee when they were hanging out. She counted every penny which was useful camouflage as the fashionable set wrote them off as being broke. He’d seen one of his classmates splash a bit of money around once and one of the blondes had moved in on him. His money hadn’t lasted long, just a few meals in expensive restaurants as he sought to impress her, then she’d moved on to her next meal ticket.
He’d talked to Holly about it “Well all she has is looks and they don’t last long. Enjoy them whilst you can is all you can do.” Then she’d imitated one of the blonde’s expressions so exactly and fluttered her eyelashes at him. “But darling I know of a charming little bistro we could go for a meal on the Left Bank in Paris, it’s not that expensive, it just has one Michelin star and there is an airline sale on trips to Paris this weekend.” He’d thought she was serious for a moment before she burst out laughing.
$50,000 well she’d move back in with her parents for a while but if she was careful $50,000 would take her a long way to her dream. Brad picked up a job with one of the corporations and very gradually climbed his way through the ranks. Holly picked up an odd temporary job here and there but after four years her start up started to bring in some money. She was invited to give the prizes at a school in an industrial part of the city and when she asked “Why me?” “Because you’ve done something different and that’s what our students need to hear.” So she’d got up and looked at her audience who were looking bored to tears at the idea of another inspirational speaker. “So guys it’s a big bad world out there. The supermarket cashier jobs are vanishing fast, manufacturing jobs are moving off shore. Car mechanics are getting much more technical these days and there are fewer jobs. Care homes need minimum wage carers and tout it as a career but really? I don’t know what the future holds for you but you can be certain those with a qualification in a STEM subject will get the most interesting and well paid jobs.” She got asked questions from the students about what she’d done and if there was any chance they could do the same. The most difficult was talking about student debt but she mentioned that some courses had bursaries and scholarships which covered some of the costs. “Basically guys if it’s a hard STEM course then fewer people will do it but the demand will be there afterwards. If its an easy social science course then more people will do it but only the pretty ones will get jobs and yes guys that applies to boys as well.” There were one or two comments from one friend to another about looks but they did start to talk about options.
“Thank you at least they are starting to think and get engaged.” Holly disappeared wondering just what they hoped she’d done. Paige went home to her parents “We had a girl come to give away the prizes this year and she runs her own high tech company. She didn’t look as if she had money but she thought getting a qualification was important.” “A college course?” “My grades are high enough to go to University and she mentioned bursaries and scholarships might cover some of the costs?” “On the other hand if you went out and got a job it would be money in your pocket now.” Frank was proud of his daughter “If you live at home you won’t starve.” Paige gave him a hug, “Thanks Dad.” “Though what the family will say I don’t know.”
“I was talking at work to one of the managers apparently there is some sort of scheme whereby the company will pay the fees for certain courses for employees’ offspring. Normally its only mentioned to managers’ offspring but in an effort to make it appear more inclusive you’ve been accepted. As part of the deal you’ll spend a year as an intern at the end of the course.” Paige blinked suddenly it was real she was going.
Paige struggled through the course, before she’d always been top of the class but now there was more competition but she did well. With her fees paid by the company and a scholarship she just about managed to scrape by without getting into more debt. She noticed some of the other students used their credit cards casually whilst she watched every penny. “It’s only money, I’ll pay it off eventually.” was the answer when she queried one of them.
Mr. Saunders looked at the way Jasmine was sprawled over his desk. God she was still attractive but he had his image to maintain, she’d have to go. He sent an email to HR as she lay recovering on his desk.
“So the bronze handshake?” “The organisational requirements for human resources do vary from time to time. The choice is you can resign for personal reasons and get six months pay or a transfer to the back of beyond.” “The bronze handshake.” Chloe wrinkled her nose “But you’ve done well, normally it comes at twenty nine but you’re thirty two is it next week?” Jasmine grinned, “It’s amazing what a few articles of underwear and a flexible approach to my duties will do. Still as you say it had to end sometime and I have had three years longer in the job than normal.”
Amber looked at her husband of three months speculatively “Robinson’s have a vacancy.” “Are you going to apply?” “I could do, its very well paid but it only lasts until you’re thirty.” “What sort of job is that?” “Manager’s perk. As I said its very well paid, five years and it would buy us a house.” “You mean manager’s slut?” “Not quite you form a relationship with just one manager so it’s not as if I’d be sleeping with more than one.” There was a groan and Amber grinned inwardly to herself, “Feeling tired darling has it been a hard day?” She walked provocatively across the room and placed her hand on his crotch. “Does it make you hard to think of me wearing office provocative clothing and having some manager eat me out or plunge himself into my sopping wet pussy? You could pick out just what I’m to wear each day.” Oh it was nice to be scooped up and carried off to bed.
They lay in bed afterwards “Did you say you would just be with one manager?” “You don’t really mean you’d be happy with me sleeping with someone else?” “But would you have to?” She looked at him suspiciously. “Just what are you suggesting Cameron Clark?” “Surely not all the managers sleep with their pets, their might be one who would be happy not to sleep with you? Why not apply and take a look round you can always quit quickly if it looks too threatening and it would go towards the deposit on a house.” “I’ll sleep on it.”
That night she dreamt of deliberately putting herself on display, she’d always enjoyed the idea of exhibitionism but could she put it into practise? The next Saturday morning she nudged him. “Sleepy head, if you want your fantasy to come true we’re going shopping.” “But it’s the game this afternoon.” “Money first sweetheart and if I’m going to impress them enough to get one of their jobs I need to shop first.” “But you’ve got a whole wardrobe of clothes.” “But not ones that say office available for anything assistant all over them. Besides if I don’t get the job you’ll get the benefit as I can wear them round the house just for you.” She knew just which store had the sort of thing she was after. Just over the edge, the wrong side of office professional. She picked out a skirt, a lighter weight than she usually wore that was mid thigh. The blouse was trickier Cameron suggested one that was just a little too sheer for her to be comfortable wearing to an interview. Eventually she found what she was looking for and tried it with a pair of heels that were just a little taller than she’d worn before.
She was nervous standing waiting for the elevator. “New?” A voice enquired “Not yet I’m here for an interview.” “What sort of job?” “Personal assistant.” “Are you certain that’s what you want to do?” She nodded nervously. Brad looked again she was almost a little girl dressed up playing a part. Bumps on her skirt? She caught his glance, blushed and smoothed her skirt down. She could go through with this, buying a house was important.
She gave her nipples a quick tweak before entering the office. She’d simplified her CV, well it wasn’t as if her academic qualifications were of interest. It was a female interviewer, “Mrs. Clark looking at your CV I can see we are rather limited in what we can offer you. I have a C2 position available which involves working closely with one of our managers. We introduced them some years ago when we were experiencing a high turnover of managers to retain staff. It does involve some travel from time to time which might seem exciting but after a few years you might like to move on to something else as it might not fit in with a normal family life.” Amber looked at the rate of pay on the letter of offer, three times what she might expect with her qualifications. “There are two conditions, one is we need a sponsoring manager, that is just to make sure the chemistry is right, you have a week to find one. If you don’t then thank you very much and we’ll send you on your way with a month’s pay. The other is you have a year’s probation but I wouldn’t be too concerned with that its just a formality insisted on by our Human Resources department so they can confirm qualifications and do a criminal records check. Now I’ll show you to your temporary office.” “Thank you.” Alone in her new office she let out a deep breath after seeing the rate of pay and the qualifications required there was absolutely no doubt in her mind exactly what would be expected of her. For a moment she was tempted to simply walk out the door.
Brad had a stack of photocopies he needed sorting for the next meeting. He’d heard they’d hired someone new and hoped they at least knew their alphabet. He tapped on her door frame then walked in. “Hi I’m Brad and I have a favour to ask could you sort these for me. They need to be in alphabetic order.” She smiled as she took the papers from him and quickly skimmed through them “That shouldn’t be a problem when would you like them for? Is twenty minutes acceptable?” There was another knock on the door frame and Mr. Saunders entered “I’m looking for a new C2. I understand you’re available. There’s a conference next week so make sure your bag’s packed.” Amber gulped no way was she having anything to do with this guy. She almost panicked but then thought on her feet quickly “I’m sorry sir but I’ve just accepted Brad’s proposal which includes a dirty fortnight in the sun in the winter time.” She stepped out from behind the desk and kissed Brad deeply slipping her tongue in his mouth. Mr. Saunders looked taken back that anyone could be so mercenary as to want a dirty fortnight rather than a week at a top class hotel. He stormed off to HR to find him another C2 candidate.
Brad looked at Amber “Right young lady we’re going to have a quiet coffee in the corner and you’ve some explaining to do.” Amber should by rights be quaking in her boots but somehow she trusted Brad and followed him to the coffee room and then they found an empty conference room. “Talk.” Came the command. Amber explained how she and Cameron had only been married three months and they were hoping to get together enough money for a deposit on a house. Jokingly she’d suggested to Cameron that she took a very well paid job with the company more to provoke him into carrying her off to bed than anything else but then he’d surprised her by saying perhaps if she found a manager who would be satisfied without intercourse or blow jobs it might be doable. Brad closed his eyes for a minute. There was a way but first he needed to know a bit more about her. “Do you have a CV?” She nodded “A proper one not a simplified one?” She dug in her phone and brought it up on the screen for him to read. Well he had no money for an assistant but the C2s came out of a different pot together with a dress allowance and it looked as if she had some brains. “And the fortnight’s dirty holiday during the winter.” “I thought for a million dollars I could bring myself to do it.”
“I’ll start saving. Now then it can be done by innuendo but you’d need to act the part. So that means immodest dresses and behaviour. The other C2s live by gossip and they can be quite catty so be very careful what you say to them.” “You mean I can get away with it?” “Hopefully but we’ll need to give them something to talk about. Come back to my office and finish sorting out the photocopies. We’ll both attend the meeting this afternoon and you’ll have to convince them you’re my mistress.” Amber flinched at the word mistress.
After lunch Brad looked at the clock, forty minutes to the meeting good time to get prepared. “Come and sit on my lap.” Amber gave him a questioning look “It will look more convincing if you look as if you’ve been thoroughly kissed and since you’ve already kissed me earlier I take it you can have no objection.” Amber was still thinking about it when his lips met hers. The kiss was very gently at first then his tongue explored her mouth. Amber reflected that it was the first tongue in her mouth apart from Cameron’s for a very long time still it was pleasant. “Now where are your erogenous areas?” She looked puzzled for a moment “Where does your husband stroke you that turns you on?” “Well my ears are very sensitive.” He nibbled her ears and Amber started to melt inside. “And the side of my neck.” He stroked the side of her neck for her. It felt very nice and she felt in control telling him what to do next. Flushed she came up for air. “That’s much better, a touch of colour in your cheeks.” Brad unpacked the wand, “Ever used one before?” “No but it’s some type of sex toy isn’t it?” Amber said nervously. He switched it on and it made a low buzzing noise then he hitched up her skirt and moved it in gentle circles over her tender parts. The first orgasm caught her by surprise but what surprised her even more was he continued to hold it against her. She came once more, then again a small stream of continuous stimulations. She shuddered, then shuddered once more gasping for breath. He stood her up in her befuddled state and ushered her into the meeting looking thoroughly kissed and in a post orgasmic haze.
“Now I’d like to introduce you to my new private secretary Mrs. Amber Clark.” The manager’s jaws could be seen to be sagging. He guided her to a chair by the side and one of the other C2s slipped in besides her. “You poor thing what has that monster been doing to you?” She remembered Brad’s words about being careful what she said. “Nothing Mr. Quince has been the perfect gentleman.” “Perfect orgasm more like it.” She was trapped by the expression on her face, “Wasn’t it just.” She quickly covered her mouth with her hand and said no more as she paid as much attention as she could to the meeting making mental notes about what was said and more to the point what wasn’t said.
As they left one of the other C2s ran her fingers over Brad’s crotch and whispered in his ear “If I’d had known you were looking I could have come for an interview.” Amber caught sight of the pair together and frowned, he was her manager and no one else’s.
Afterwards they sat in his office and discussed the meeting. Amber was impressed he took the time to hear her views and point of view. They discussed a few things that had been said and some that Amber had picked up on that hadn’t been said.
That evening when she returned home Cameron took one look at her then wrapped his arms around her. “You poor thing. You look as if you’ve been in the wars.” “But I got the job.” “I’m not sure it was worth it. Your lips looked so bruised for start I’d better refrain from kissing them better.” She kissed him lightly on the lips. “That feels so much better. Supper first then I’ll tell you about my day.”
“So what happened?” “They interviewed me and said if I could find a sponsoring manager within a week I had a job.” “And then?” “Hush let me tell it in my own way. Brad or rather Mr. Quince dropped by my office and asked if I could sort some photocopies out before a meeting and as he did so Mr. Saunders came in and announced he was looking for a new C2 and understood I was available. There’s a conference next week so I was to make sure my bag was packed. He looked the sort of manager I’d run a mile to get away from never mind go off on a dirty week with so I sort of panicked and mentioned I’d already accepted Mr. Quince’s offer of a dirty fortnight in the sun during the winter time.” She looked at him “Then I did something unforgivable I kissed Brad on the lips as if to say thank you.” “One kiss isn’t so bad.” “It got worse Brad looked sternly at me and dragged me off to a quiet corner and made me tell him everything.” She looked at Cameron again for reassurance “Go on.” “Well he’s agreed not to you know.” Cameron grinned Amber never did like to say the words. She picked up a cushion and hit him with it. He threw his hands up to protect himself still grinning as she rained kicks and thumps at him. “Alright he’s agreed not to go all the way is that it.” She pouted “Yes but C2s are paid from a special pot of money and I think he needs a proper assistant rather than an improper one.” Cameron started to grin again as Amber glared at him. “So?” “I have to pretend to be an improper assistant so that I can be a proper assistant to him.” Cameron looked perplexed. “He needs an assistant, he’s very nice to work for but has no funds for an assistant.” “So?” “I like him I think.” “Only think?” “Well he pulled a mean trick on me this afternoon.” “What did he do.” “Well remember I kissed him?” “Yes?” “He kissed me back and got me all hot and bothered. Then he brought out a well it vibrated and held it against me. I came, not just once but lots of times then whilst I was befuddled he escorted me into a management meeting looking as if I’d just been thoroughly shagged. I came again when I saw the look in their eyes lusting after me.”
“So do you want me to stay or not? The pay is even more lucrative than I thought it was but I’ll have to dress the part and act the part even if there is no penetration.” “What are you most comfortable doing, what do you want to do?” She thought about it. If he’d told her to carry on she’d dump the job but being given the choice “I don’t know in some ways he needs me and it’s was nice being able to upstage all those tarts sorry other C2s and we do need the money for a deposit on a house. Can I think it over tonight and decide in the morning?” Cameron gave her a comforting hug.
The following morning she decided to at least sit down with Brad and go over the options. She picked out a light summer dress which looked good without a bra, one of the benefits of having small breasts, and went bare legged into the office. She carried two china mugs into the coffee room filled them with coffee then carried them to Brad’s office. “Good morning Sir.” She greeted him. “Are you really back for more?” he asked. “Let’s recap on what the options are.” “I get fired for not screwing you?” She grinned at that. “More seriously I think I can be a useful assistant which will stop me getting bored and if I can convince everyone I’m willing to do more things than the other C2s then I get to earn my house deposit.” “And your husband’s views on all this?” “It was his suggestion I apply for the job and see if I could find myself a nice non-threatening manager who didn’t want to penetrate me. Perhaps looking at that leer in your eye I should rephrase that who would be nice and refrain from penetrating me with anything other than his tongue. Oh dear I’m digging myself in deeper aren’t I?” Brad smiled a wolfish smile that didn’t look the least non-threatening. “Give me a week to see what I can come up with?” She pleaded.
He nodded and she began to make her plans. First on the list she needed something the other girls couldn’t match. Brad seemed able to make her climax more easily even than Cameron. She’d wear a monitor that showed when she climaxed, she reasoned they just wouldn’t be able to have a measurable climax as often as she did with a fifty five year old balding male. The most easily worn one came as a butt plug? Oh well all in the cause. She sent off for one. Now how could she show off her legs to best advantage? A glass desk? She spoke to Brad. Clothing, she was slim and had a good body she talked to Brad again about what she could wear and where she could wear it. A sheer pencil skirt? A slightly sheer blouse with a pretty cupless bra underneath? A silk Kimono? Suggestive but covered the essentials. She needed to train her body to be more responsive a Sybian? would Brad’s budget extend to such a thing?
With practise Brad grew better at stroking her sensitive areas. If there was a meeting to attend they necked first so she had the right sort of bruised lips and flustered look. Yet another management meeting, the Kimono seemed to be a success judging by the looks she was being given. The CEO who was chairing the meeting looked down the table at her. “Mrs. Clark would you be kind enough to stand up and open the Kimono?” Oh dear she’d put on her most suggestive underwear thinking to tease Brad after the meeting. She stood and slid the Kimono off her shoulders and on to her chair. Underneath she wore a black open cup bra with a chain running from nipple to nipple, below the knickers matched the open cup theme of the bra exposing her blonde bush. The belt holding up her silk stockings matched. The managers glanced down at their smartphones to see the web site that showed her state of arousal. It was all too much for her and the monitor’s display of her orgasm showed just how turned on and wanton she was. It was a curious mixture of excitement, with a touch of shame she felt. Suddenly Cathy, the Chairman’s C2, was there and slid her finger up her intimate parts. She moved it round then pulled it out before taking it to the chairman so he could have a taste of Amber’s juices. The smartphones lit up once more as she absorbed the idea.
“Now then gentlemen you’ve had your curiosity satisfied and Mrs. Clark looks as if exposing herself has given her satisfaction as well. So to move on to other things the new branch office report Mr. Chide?”
Cathy slipped into the office as Amber was analysing a complicated spreadsheet. “I knew it. You have brains unlike the rest of us. Anyway I came to say thank you for letting me keep my job.” Amber looked puzzled “If you’d taken the chairman’s offer to become his C2 then I’d be given the bronze handshake before my time. Why didn’t you?” Amber looked towards Brad “He has got a few more hairs than the chairman.” “I like you. We could work together to shock them more? Would you mind if I slipped my finger in you and gave the chairman a taste each meeting?” Amber blushed at the idea “Sort of chairman’s perks. A sort of management meeting ritual. Yes why not.”
Brad was concerned about the relationship she had with her husband and what he thought about it all. He hadn’t talked to Holly in a while so arranged a dinner party and invited Holly, Amber and her husband. “You’re mad?” “Why?” “You have some poor girl flaunting her body whilst working for you and now you’re going to embarrass her in front of her husband?” “No I’m just concerned about her marriage. She’s only been married a few months and I’d like to confirm her husband isn’t going to come storming into the office one day.” “On your head be it and I seem to recall your cooking so I’ll be there to watch the fun.”
They sat down to eat. The table was perfectly laid out and the meal expertly cooked. The wines complimented the courses, a dry white for the fish course with a claret for the main course. Brad and Holly worked hard to relax the young married couple and soon Amber and Cameron were laughing at the tales Holly told them of the times she and Brad had spent at college with Brad trying to avoid the attention of the fashionable crowd. “Has he changed? What’s he like to work for?” Asked Holly. “Well she gets my coffee for a start.” Holly gasped “Never! I’d tell him where to go if he asked me to get his coffee. He used to be far more considerate.” She turned to Cameron “Doesn’t your wife ever stand up for herself?” Cameron looked puzzled “It’s not quite what I’d expect.” “It’s not what I’d expect either after all it is the twenty first century.” Amber blushed “It’s not quite what it seems. I’m not his assistant as such, well I am really or I’d never keep my sanity but I get paid out of the C2 budget and for C2s although they’re paid extremely well equal rights don’t exist. C2s are seen as decorative ornaments to retain managers. All of them except me have very intimate relationships with their managers so I have to appear to be one of them. Hence I make his coffee. Even some C2s have been known to comment to me I shouldn’t do it.” “What other degrading things do you have to do?” Demanded Holly indignantly. “She addresses me as Sir.” “Only in the office if someone else is around. Otherwise I call him Brad but yes it’s eyes lowered and address him as Sir.” “Good grief how much do they pay you?” Amber told them exactly how much she was paid. “For that amount I might even make his coffee.” Murmured Holly fluttering her eyelashes towards Brad. “Wouldn’t work I remember you making me coffee once.” Holly burst into laughter “It only had a few added ingredients.” “A dash of every spice in the cupboard if I remember rightly.”
“So what else does he make you do?” “I don’t make her do anything. Everything she gets up to is purely Amber’s idea.” “But you don’t disapprove too strongly though?” “The glass desk is a nice touch I must confess and after Amber thought up the idea it became de rigueur for all the others.” “But why a glass desk?” “Well I do wear rather revealing clothes around the office and it exposes me to people’s view when they come to see Brad.” “I get a lot more visitors these days on the flimsiest excuses.” “I’ve seen the sort of clothing she wears to the office.”
Brad served coffee and they moved to the more comfortable chairs. Holly sat herself down on the sofa and indicated to Cameron he should sit besides him. “If you’d like to go and get changed in the bedroom on the left I thought you could give your husband a fashion parade?” Amber had been expecting something like this but still blushed slightly. “I’m sure I’ve seen your body before my love.” Cameron joked and Amber gave both him and Brad a look which Cameron found difficult to interpret. Holly drew Cameron out on what sort of car he’d like to drive one day. When Amber stepped out of the bedroom she was dressed in a mid-thigh silk cocktail dress with a neckline that would have fitted in nicely at an Oscar’s presentation. “It looks almost respectable with the chain holding the two sides together apart from the thin bra straps showing underneath.” Amber made no comment.
Brad put some soft music on “Now come here and show Cameron what we get up to before we go in to a meeting.” Amber gave him an imploring look. “Amber.” “Yes Sir.” It was only when she passed that Holly was amazed that the dress stayed on. A halter neck would at least have held the shoulders straps together. It definitely needed the chain at the front. Amber stepped up to Brad and kissed him deeply on the lips. His hand roamed over her bum exploring. “Good girl.” He whispered. Holly turned to Cameron “That was one hot kiss. I feel neglected.” She kissed him lightly on the lips and caught a searing look from Amber. Amber started to explain “Before we go into one of the management meetings its important that I look as if we’ve been indulging in.” She hesitated over the words “not quite the correct behaviour.” Cameron smiled Amber always did have difficulty using what she called rude words. “So first we kiss then Brad runs his hands over my sensitive spots to get me thoroughly aroused.” “And how do I know your most sensitive spots?” Amber mumbled into his shoulder. “A little louder?” “Do I have to?” “It’s best to be open about it.” Amber grimaced then nodded. “I trained him.” She took a deep breath in “I had to spend a lot of time explaining what excites me and exactly how I like to be caressed.” “Shall we show them?” She nodded. She slow danced up against him as his hands roamed to very specific parts of her body and he nibbled her ear. “If you pick up the smartphone on the coffee table you can see how aroused she is.” Amber thumped him “Ow and that wasn’t even below the belt.” Holly picked up the phone and tapped it twice to turn it on. There was a icon labelled Amber. She tapped the icon and they could see Amber’s pulse rate and other measurements. “Come for me now.” Brad commanded and suddenly the smartphone screen lit up as Amber had an orgasm. “I don’t understand?” Asked Cameron looking puzzled “You aren’t wearing a monitoring wrist strap.” “Tell him where it is Amber.” Amber buried her head in his shoulder again before lifting it away and bravely saying “It’s up my bum.” “He asked you to put something up your bum?”
“Remember I had to appear more sexually available and experienced than the others?” “Yes but what has that to do with anything?” “All the other C2's managers are balding and over fifty.” “So?” “You can’t fake an orgasm with a rectal monitor and its really difficult to orgasm with a sixty year old guy. So I researched them and I made the decision to wear one to the meetings and all the guys check my web link to watch me orgasm.”
“Out of curiosity what exactly do you wear to the meetings that makes them think you might have an orgasm in front of them?” “Just normal sort of clothes that are just a tiny bit daring for the office.” “Including the Kimono?” Amber blushed. “I thought they were quite respectable.” “I did to before Amber wore one to the management meeting.” “A story, tell us a story.” demanded Holly. “Well.” She looked at Cameron first at and at his eager nod she told the story. “You have to remember that all the C2s show as much skin as they can.” “You mean cover up?” Asked Holly “Exactly, but leave them guessing and I intended to tease Brad a little afterwards.” “So underneath I wore some very expensive and exclusive Italian underwear of the type that should only ever worn in my lady’s boudoir with French stockings of course.” “Cameron could you pick up the other smartphone and just run the slider across?” Cameron did as he was bid. As Amber continued her tale. “The attention was everything a girl could ask for. Simply by covering everything up the room was motionless waiting to see what was underneath.” She paused and clutched hold of Brad who in turn held her body tight against him. Holly stared she couldn’t be having another could she. Holly tapped the screen twice and there she could see that Amber was indeed approaching yet another orgasm. “I think your smartphone is controlling her in some way.” “Really?” Cameron slid the slider up to maximum and watched his wife writhe against Brad. “I do believe you’re right. Amber?” “God yes, before I conditioned myself to being able to come on Brad’s command, I have to be very aroused by the way first, I wanted a way to have one when the monitor would show me having one in the meeting so I found this pink thingy that slides inside me and can be activated by a smartphone.”
“To get back to the Kimono story?” “Oh the chairman decided that I was too distracting wearing it so asked me to reveal what was underneath so I had to obey his request didn’t I? I stood up and let it pool at my feet.” “And what was underneath?” Brad slid the should straps off her shoulders and the lightweight dress pooled to the ground. Beneath it Amber was wearing a tiny lacy bra that left her nipples exposed and the chain was seen to run from one nipple to the other. Below was a matching set of sheer knickers and a suspender belt holding up the expensive French stockings. Holly gasped “You mean you were exposed like that in front of all those men?” The answer came from the smartphone which flashed that Amber was having yet another O remembering their reactions. Cameron tried to hide his hardness but Holly was too quick for him. She’d unzipped him and was giving him a hand job before he could protest. “You dirty old man getting turned on by your wife exposing herself to a room full of dirty old managers.” Brad was caressing Amber on all her sensitive spots as this was going on whilst the smartphone gently beeped in the background and Holly cleaned up Cameron’s ejaculate.
Brad kissed an exhausted Amber gently before saying “I think now that Cameron has a better idea of what we get up to perhaps you’d better talk it through in the spare bedroom. You can stay the night if you like.”
Holly walked across to Brad, “God that was hot. I don’t know how you managed to control yourself and not just take her on the floor. She wouldn’t have protested you know.” “Don’t I know it just. Trouble is she trusts me and she’s a very good analyst but some of the stunts she plays I’m surprised she manages to get out of the management meetings without being gang banged. I don’t know if I mentioned it but after the kimono affair the chairman offered her a post as his C2 at double her exorbitant salary.” “Good grief you mean she has them all on a string? Good for her. Now then you realise that watching the pair of you perform was extremely arousing especially the way she was just repeatedly hitting the mark. Think you could run your magic fingers over my body and give me just one little orgasm?”
The next morning Amber and Brad travelled in together. “So Cameron isn’t too jealous?” “No but he didn’t realise how sensitive my body is so I’m to teach him where my sensitive places are if you please. He did say he thought it was a bit mean on you.” “Why?” “Well as he said I get satisfaction whilst you get nothing other than being teased. So he thought it would be acceptable in the circumstances if I was to touch you down here with my fingers or my lips and he thinks as long as its just your finger that enters me that might give me a few more permutations in the Amber is a...” She couldn’t bring herself to say the word, “Provocative young lady?” Amber nodded and kissed him on the cheek “I knew you’d understand.”
Cathy looked over this year’s crop of interns as they waited to see the chairman and listen to his speech. All perfectly groomed except Paige who stood in the background. All of them knew exactly who they’d be working for as managers had paired up to take each other’s offspring on. She motioned Paige away for a moment or two and had a chat with her about who her parent was and when she found out he worked on the shop floor her nose wrinkled. “Come with me.” “But the chairman?” “I’m his C2 so I can sort him out. I have a copy of his all purpose spontaneous inspirational speech suitable for interns and others if you’d like to read it?” Paige shook her head and quietly followed Cathy.
“Amber and Brad can you handle an intern for a year? If you can’t then she’ll be photocopying for the duration. Her dad works on the shop floor.” Brad pondered a bit. Holly had emailed him that she was getting tired of trying to run her company it wasn’t fun any more and was looking for a buyer. The sum of five million had been offered but she thought she might hang on for a while to see if a better offer was forth coming. Two million dollars might mean he could at least take a three month dream holiday and he could train Paige to run things in his absence with some assistance from Amber. “There’s a desk in the corner.” and the deed was done.
Paige looked round. Amber didn’t seem to be dressed in anything that could remotely be regarded as office professional. Did she really want to do this? “Have you ever seen where your dad works?” “No.” “We’ll take walk then. Amber you might like to put a coat on it’s little cool outside.”
“So what exactly do you do?” “Talk to people and drink coffee mainly.” “And they pay you for it?” “We sort out problems.” Added Amber, “Usually by talking to people to identify the problem and then talking to more people to get them to accept a solution.” “And if we get it right they think they found the solution all by themselves.” “Sounds weird.” “Oh hi dad, this is Mr. Quince and I’m supposed to be working for him.” There was a query in her voice. “Hi Brad going to look after her are you?” “Hi Frank, I thought an in depth course on photocopying might help to start with.” Paige looked alarmed as her dad grinned. “Don’t worry he’s not joking but one thing we don’t do is teach people how to use photocopiers. We’ve been wanting a printer on the shop floor for years but there were no funds available. It took Amber with a stop watch to time how much time we spent walking into the main building to get our printouts before management realised it might be cheaper to buy us a printer. Then there was a capital budget cut freeze so Brad and Amber looked at our photocopier and found it could be configured as a network printer so set it up for us with some sort of wireless thing plugged into the back.”
“As I said we look at problems.” Later that night she talked to her dad. “They don’t seem to dress office professional. I thought dress was important.” “Well it is and it isn’t. Brad can get away with anything as he has a track record of saving money. Sometimes you don’t want to stand out as the sales and other people will target you. Come down to the shop floor and they’ll clam up. Come down in jeans as Brad does and we’ll talk to him. We trust him and will mention odd things so he can get them corrected whilst they are small problems. Amber is something different. Years ago there was a big turnover in managers and to reduce it they were allowed what is called a C2. The qualifications were looks and under thirty. The pay is very good but they don’t last. Amber is Brad’s C2 and there are legends about her but strangely enough the other C2s accept her including Cathy the chairman’s C2 which is unusual they can be very catty. She’s different in that she has brains so why she is working as a C2 I’m not sure.”
“Right here is a list of laser printers and photocopiers we pay servicing on. Trot off and note the model numbers and the number of copies they’ve made in the last year.” Paige copied the list to her smartphone then wondered off hunting for photocopiers. One of the other interns saw her and asked what she was doing. “Looking for photocopiers.” “You poor thing. I’ve been asked to attend three management meetings so far.” The intern said in a superior manner.
In IT she met a programmer who was delighted to hear she worked for Brad’s team. “Now notice I’m not logged onto the network.” “Yes?” “But I am physically connected to the network.” “Yes?” She brought up a program on her laptop and the next moment a tree of databases started to appear. She clicked on one and the details were displayed. “I take it this isn’t supposed to happen?” “There is a default admin account with a default password on these databases. The databases can communicate on a different level to the network.” “And it hasn’t been changed?” “Not on these ones. There are some we can’t reach where it has been changed.” “Why are you telling me this?” “My managers don’t want to know.”
Paige was shocked by Amber’s performance and Cathy actually, well she didn’t know where to look. “Now we come to the interns’ chance to make a small presentation on what they’ve discovered so far. Paige would you like to go first.” For a moment Paige froze not having been warned beforehand. She saw the other interns smirking. Well she had to do something. Inspired she turned on her laptop and ran the database program. “At school we learnt about inner and outer database joins so I tried one out.” She clicked an icon and the results were thrown up on the screen for all the managers to see. “How did you get access to that database?” “I just plugged into the network.” “Who gave you an account and password on my databases?” Came from an aggressive manager “I used a default account and password.” “Thank you Miss Sullivan. I take it that means anyone could access the information and just how many databases are unsecured?” Paige clicked on the tree of over a hundred databases. “There are over one hundred databases that can be accessed without logging onto the network using the default passwords.” “Quite a dramatic presentation. Gentlemen Miss Sullivan will make herself available to you and your staff to answer any questions. I’ll ask her to repeat her presentation at the next meeting and any manager whose databases have not been secured will answer directly to me. Do I make myself clear?” There were nods round the table.
Brad grinned quietly at her side. Interns could get away with murder. Still she did well especially as she hadn’t been warned beforehand. Later they sat down over a coffee in the canteen. “I think we should change how we do things. Paige will get on better if she runs our little group. So she’ll make the presentations and answer the questions.” “You trust me that much?” “No he’s feeling lazy but certainly you’ll learn more and faster by experience.” “We can discuss anything but you make the calls. Amber will soon tell you if you’re right or not. At least she’s not been shy about pointing out any flaws in my logic so far.” “What exactly is the point of the internship?” “It’s to give you some experience and to let the company see how useful you are so they may wish to hire you permanently afterwards.” “Yeah sure the photocopier expert.” “What have you discovered by the way?” “We have 59 different types of printers and photocopiers many of which are leased. We have ones that will stuff envelopes and all sorts of things but they aren’t in areas that need that capability. Some sections have seasonal needs so either their photocopiers are too slow for the peaks or too high a capacity for most of the year. Many are co-located with networked laser printers.” “So your recommendation would be?” “One super machine, and two other different sizes. A smaller one for use by half a dozen employees so they didn’t have to walk too far and a larger one for more complex work and all the photocopiers to be network printers as well.” “Why?” “Just keeping lots of different cartridges costs money and each different one means something else for people to learn.” “OK that’s your next presentation. Include the people costs saved in training and frustration also on floor space.”
So it continued over the year the management meetings grew used to Paige making the presentation and being able to answer their questions. Paige began to worry about what would become of her after the internship ended. She updated her CV and posted it online.
Brad’s bank rang was he expecting a large deposit? He called Holly “There was a bidding war so I accepted seventy five million for the company. I hope you don’t mind. Your share should be in the bank within three days. Oh fancy having supper together tonight at your place?” He looked on line and moved thirty seven million to a savings account to protect it.
He sat back at his desk then wrote out his resignation for personal reasons. Then he spoke to the girls. “Amber could you book me a two week holiday for two somewhere?” “Where and when?” “I thought I’d leave it up to you.” He handed her a cheque for a million dollars. Amber’s face turned white. “The cheque’s good. By the way I’m getting out of the rat race so I’ve printed off my letter of resignation and I’m just about to hand it directly to the chairman.” He walked out of the office. Paige looked towards Amber “What does it mean?” “It means you are the only person who knows enough to take his place so you have a job.” “Do you?” “I don’t think so. Any second now the chairman is going to walk through that door and offer me a job as his C2 which I don’t want to accept.” “I’d need an assistant.” “A C2?” Paige picked up a cushion and dropped it on the floor. Then she lay down and wiggled out of her knickers. “Quick start eating me out before he arrives.” Amber panicked then she heard footsteps in the hall. Moments later her head was buried between Paige’s thighs and she was tonguing her for all she was worth. Her head spinning as she tried to work out how she was going to explain it all to Cameron.
“Mrs. Clark I understand you’ve lost your sponsoring manager.” Cathy came in behind him and ran her fingers over his hardness. “Equal rights is all the rage these days sir now why not come back to the office and I’ll give you a nice blow job exactly as you like it whilst you sign off this letter of offer I’ve prepared for Miss Sullivan and from a practical point of view I think they work very well together and you ought to have at least one female manager.”
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Interns, The - Karen Blayne