"Greetings"
Story codes: FF nc MF first

By Orestes

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   Let's not pretend for one second that I got my start in 
the greeting card business because I had a knack for flowery 
language. My family owns the company, and even though Daddy 
hired Brenda Schuller to run the place, he always hoped that 
one of us kids would take over some day. Since I was the 
first of the girls to limp out of community college with a 
degree, I was the first contestant.
   The management team that Brenda Schuller assembled for 
Misty Greetings, well, let's just say they were a little, 
uh... enthusiastic about greeting cards. More than 
enthusiastic, really. The word 'insane' comes to mind. 
Corporate culture, they tried to call it; to improve morale. 
Okay, catch this... instead of memos, I'd walk in to my 
office and find a pile of cards on my desk.
   ' THANK YOU from the bottom of my heart... for meeting 
your sales targets. '
   ' CONGRATULATIONS !  You've been employed here for ONE 
month. '
   ' GOOD LUCK on your sales presentation. '
   A couple of the more pathetic ones wished me a "HAPPY 
WEDNESDAY", or some such stupid thing. Not to mention all of 
the "JUST BECAUSE..." cards that somehow floated into my 
office.
   On and on and on. I could hardly fucking sneeze around 
that office without winding up with a pile of 'Get Well 
Soon' cards in my tray. And don't even get me started on 
what a freaking nightmare it was to work around that place 
during Valentine's day. 
   After a couple of months suffering through this bullshit, 
Brenda Schuller called me up to her office for a meeting.
   " So, Kim, how are things going ?"
   " Oh, just peachy. " I was still trying to figure out why 
she brought me up here. My sales were more than 
satisfactory. I mean, the way I figured it, it was all money 
that ended up in my pocket one way or another, so why not 
muscle the distributors a bit ? It was working like a charm.
   " Well, I'll get right to the point. You know how 
important morale is here at Misty Greetings, and, well, some 
people feel that you just aren't getting into the spirit of 
things. "
    As she spoke to me, she was leafing through my personnel 
file. She paused thoughtfully on the sales reports. " It 
seems that your sales skills are coming along nicely, but 
there's a lot more to our success than just sales. If you 
want me to recommend advancement to your father, you'll have 
to do a little more to fit into the corporate culture around 
here. "
   
   Corporate culture my ass. I'd spent half the morning on 
the phone with our Northwest distributor, negotiating more 
prominent positions for our cards at the retail locations, 
and she wanted me to waste my time writing silly greeting 
cards to the secretarial pool. I could barely fight back all 
of the flowery language that was forming on the tip of my 
tongue.
   But, in the end, I gave her what she wanted.  She was the 
boss, and if she wanted me to send out personalized greeting 
to the office staff, so be it. By Monday, I had a whole 
whack of them sent out through the inter-office mail.
   " SORRY TO HEAR... that your wife is HANGING around with 
other guys, " I wrote to Zigmund from the accounting 
department. He'd get a kick from the Dolcett artwork I 
downloaded for the front of his card. I hoped that it was 
personalized enough for Brenda's tastes.
   On a bit of a roll, I sent a " SO GLAD to see that you're 
SOBER today..." card to Sammy, one of the staff writers. In 
actual fact, I wasn't sure that he was sober on the day in 
question, but I guess it wouldn't hurt staff morale to at 
least pretend that he didn't stink like a distillery.
   " HAPPY 3rd ABORTION..." was my masterpiece to Felice 
Dorman from the front desk. Everyone knew the story anyhow, 
so I figured what the hell. I won't even tell you which one 
of the guys from the production department I recruited to do 
the artwork for that one, but I resolved to give him a raise 
once I was running this fucking place.
   Those were the best of the lot. And you know, Brenda was 
right ! Once I started sending the cards, I saw how much fun 
it could be. But apparently, she still had some sort of 
problem, and I was back in her office that very afternoon. I 
tried my best to look like I regretted sending the cards, 
but it was just too damned hard. I couldn't suppress a 
giggle when she handed them to me, and asked me what the 
hell I was thinking.
   " Aw, gee Brenda, I was just trying to get into the 
spirit of things. " 
   " Don't give me that crap, young lady. You're lucky that 
I don't fire you on the spot. Your father would be very 
upset with you if he were to see these. "
   Well, maybe he'd give me some shit over it, but I'll bet 
he'd laugh his ass off in private. Besides, he's usually too 
busy with his other businesses to give a fuck what's going 
on at Misty Greetings.
   " You had better shape up, Kim. Perhaps your father wants 
you to take over this business someday, but in the meantime, 
I'm still in charge here. He takes my recommendations very 
seriously..."
   " So what's your point, " I asked a bit smugly. I knew 
that he would never allow her to fire me.
   " My point is, Kim, that you're not the only option. Your 
sister, Claire, will be coming out from college within the 
next year or so. Your father has already arranged her a 
position here. If she does well, there's no telling how far 
she could go. "
   Okay, I got the point. Given Brenda's recommendation, 
Daddy might decide that Claire would be better suited to 
take over the company. That would really suck. Claire and I 
had always had a sort of an adversarial relationship, and it 
would be difficult, to say the least, for me to work under 
her.
   " As things stand right now, " Brenda continued, "unless 
you straighten up your behaviour, I'll be inclined to 
support your sister. "
   Ouch.

   So that's how I ended up exiled to the production 
department. It was a bit of a stalemate. Brenda couldn't 
fire me, and after my antics, I couldn't really complain to 
Daddy. So my little rebellion was over, and I'd have to 
serve my sentence for a while as the staff pornographer... 
ahem... excuse me, *photographer* that is... I always get 
the two mixed up. One time in history class, I got in real 
shit because when a teacher asked me why I wasn't taking 
notes, I answered that I had a 'pornographic memory'.
   Anyway, as the staff photographer, I would take still 
shots for the scenes on the front of cards, or for the web 
site, or for any other bullshit assignments that management 
could think up. Another part of the job was taking pictures 
for the company personnel files. It was in that capacity 
that I first met Anne. 
   My sweet little Anne.
   The first time I laid eyes on her, I knew that I had to 
have her. There was a gentle knock on the door to my studio, 
and when I turned around, there she was in all her awkward 
glory.
   " Hi, uh, I'm Anne Gillis, here for my personnel photo. "
   I didn't answer at first. I just had to take a moment to 
look her over. She must have been just barely out of high 
school, and actually appeared a bit younger. God, was she 
awkward. I knew right away what kind of girl she was. 
   She probably didn't have too many friends in school. In 
fact, she's just the sort of girl I would have picked on 
mercilessly in my own teen years. Of course, we all grow up, 
don't we ? She had big round glasses, a thin, underdeveloped 
body, mousy hair, and absolutely no self-confidence. If you 
looked past all that, she was actually a cute little thing, 
but I'll bet that no one ever told her that. She was the 
most interesting thing that had walked into the studio all 
week.
   Anne just stood there in the doorway, her eyes cast to 
the floor, while I sized her up.
   " Come on in, Anne. I'm Kim. Have a seat. So, when are 
you coming to work for us ?"
   She was avoiding eye contact. Every once in a while, her 
dark little eyes would raise to meet mine, and then quickly 
retreat downwards.
   " I'm coming in for my first shift next week. Brenda 
Schuller interviewed me yesterday. "
   Ah yes, this is exactly the kind of girl that Brenda 
would choose to work at Misty Greetings. A sweet, awkward 
little thing, who would fit right in with the sappy bullshit 
of the office staff.
   " She hired me as a secretary, " little Anne continued, 
not knowing what else to say. She perched herself on the 
stool, and crossed her hands in her lap. I got the feeling 
that she was a bit intimidated by me. Hell, maybe she was 
intimidated by everyone, but for me, it just sharpened my 
predatory instincts.
   " Well, let's get you ready for your picture, Anne.  "
   I circled around behind her, and placed my hand on her 
lower back. She was startled by my touch.
   " Come on, sit up straight now. " I straightened her 
sweater from behind, and then moved around front. "Look 
straight ahead, " was my next command. She followed my 
suggestions so easily.
   Standing right in front of her now, I looked into her 
eyes. She tried to avert her gaxe, but I raised my hand to 
her chin and held her in place. "Keep looking straight 
ahead. "
   Our faces were so close that I could feel her breath 
tickling my nose. She was breathing awfully fast. 
   " Mmm... you have such beautiful features, " I told her.
   She was blushing now. " Do you really think so ?"
   " Oh, yes. " I brought my lips close to hers. " I could 
just eat you up. "
   God she was nervous. Her lips parted, but I pulled away 
at the last moment. She wasn't quite ready for that yet.
   " But, " I continued, " do you mind me making a personal 
observation ?"
   " No. " That beautiful flush of red lingered on her face.
   " Well, you're clothes have seen better days. There's 
even a hole in the back of your jeans. I'd like to take your 
picture in something a little more complimentary. Perhaps 
you could come back tomorrow. "
   Now she was really self conscious. I could see that my 
words were bringing her close to tears. I mean, here she 
was, trying to make a good impression on a  co-worker, and 
someone who thought she was really pretty, and I was putting 
down her clothes.
   " I, uh... well, I know my clothes aren't too nice. My 
family doesn't have much money, and I was kind of counting 
on my first paycheque to get something more appropriate for 
work. " Her eyes were watering up a bit. 
   Well, of course, I couldn't have that. 
   " Oh, I'm sorry, Anne. Listen, I just thought a pretty 
girl like you should have some nice things. I'll tell you 
what... let me give you some money, and you can go out 
shopping tonight. Buy yourself some really nice clothes for 
your job here. You'll want to make a good first impression."
   " I couldn't... I mean... I don't know when I could repay 
you..."
   " Shhh, don't worry about it. You don't have to pay me 
back. My father owns this company, and I just want to see 
you get a good start. It's really nothing for me. "
   " Really, " she said in awe, " your father owns Misty 
Greetings ? "
   " Hell yeah. Please let me do this for you. You would 
look so pretty in some nice new clothes. "
   She was sniffling a little. I took my chequebook from my 
purse, and proceeded to write Anne a cheque that was 
probably double her monthly salary. She took it with a 
shaking hand.
   " I don't know why you're being so nice. Nobody has ever 
been this nice to me. I don't know how I can repay you. "
   Her voice was shaking. For the first time since I met 
her, she looked me directly in the eyes.
   " Don't worry, " I assured her. " Just promise to come 
back tomorrow wearing something that will knock my socks 
off. "

   When she came back the next day, I was impressed by the 
change. The girl actually had some fashion sense. She seemed 
almost embarrassed to show off her new clothes, but I was 
having none of that.
   " Come in here, and let me have a good look at you. "
   Anne was wearing a blue angora sweater and a cute pleated 
skirt. 
   " My god, you're a knockout. Let me get a picture of 
this. "
   She shuffled her feet self consciously as I loaded the 
film into my camera. She had even done something with her 
hair. It looked like she was really trying to impress me.
   I closed the door to the studio, and then moved around 
front of Anne to try to find the best shot. 
   " Beautiful, beautiful... " I said, as I snapped a couple 
of shots. " You look wonderful today, Anne. "
   Her face went redder with every compliment. I took a 
couple of close-ups, and then set the camera down.
   " Hey, would you mind if I put on a little make-up for 
you ? Nothing drastic. "
   " Of course I wouldn't mind, " Anne said, as I retrieved 
my purse. " I don't know what you see in me. You're so 
beautiful, and rich, and smart, and I'm just... "
   I was close to her now, and brushed the hair out of her 
face. Her breathing was fast again.
   " Just what ?" I asked. But she was losing her train of 
thought.
   My lips were close to hers again, but this time when her 
lips parted, I didn't pull away. I just waited. Then she 
kissed me. I knew she would. She so desperately wanted to 
please me. I let her take the lead for now. Her lips were 
sweet, but inexperienced. 
   When our lips finally parted, her eyes returned to the 
floor again.
   " Don't, " I said. " Don't look away from me. You don't 
have to be embarrassed when you're with me. Not about 
anything. " Her eyes returned to mine. " Let me take a few 
more pictures, Anne. Why don't you take off your sweater ?"
   She didn't pause for long. I could see how excited she 
was. I wondered if I was the first person to ask to see her 
body. She gently pulled the soft material over her head. I 
snapped a couple of shots while she did it. Moments like 
these deserve to be recorded.
   " Those are beautiful, " I told her. Ann had small 
breasts, but they seemed nice and firm beneath her cute 
little bra. Without any further urging, she reached her 
hands behind her back, and unsnapped herself. Glorious. The 
small mounds were capped by the most delicate, puffy 
nipples. Something about them looked almost pubescent.
   " Show them to the camera, " I suggested. She put her 
hands up to her chest, and displayed her puffy pink nipples 
to the camera. The expression on her face was priceless. 
Awkward, sexy, embarrassed, excited... my little Anne was 
all of these things.
   " What are you doing to me ? " she asked.
   " Why, I'm corrupting you, of course. " I answered.

   Now, before I go any further, I should probably settle 
the lesbian question. No, I'm not a lesbian. I definitely 
like sex with guys. In fact, before Anne, I had only been 
with one other girl, and that was just because I was looking 
for an excuse to break up with my boyfriend at the time. 
Incidentally, it didn't work. All it did was make him want 
to watch. I had to sleep with his best friend to finally 
tank the relationship.
   As for Anne, she just seemed so vulnerable and helpless 
that I couldn't help but take her for my own. She was just 
ripe for the picking. Besides, since Brenda had banished me 
to the photography studio, I had been bored out of my wits. 
Corrupting poor little Anne was the perfect project. You can 
accuse me of many things, but never accuse me of lacking an 
ulterior motive.

   So, anyhow, there I was, snapping pictures of this shy 
creature as she slowly shed all of her clothing. <snap> I 
had Anne bending forward to show me her ass. <snap> And 
there went the skirt. Her lean little body was covered only 
by her panties. <snap> She was on the stool again, with her 
legs spread wide. I hoped the camera would pick up the spot 
of moisture at the crotch of her panties. <snap> Anne's bare 
ass as she wiggled out of those panties.
   " I don't know how much more of this I can take, " I told 
her. She was blushing furiously. " Lay down on your back. "
   I snapped a few more shots of her on the floor, lewdly 
writhing at my directions. Finally, the camera clicked to 
the end of the roll. I set down the camera, and began to 
unbutton my pants. Anne watched me from the carpeted floor, 
her little chest rising and falling rapidly with every 
excited breath.
   " You're going to do something for me, Anne, " I told 
her. I set my jeans and panties aside, and then stepped over 
Anne body. I can't even describe to you the beauty of seeing 
that naïve girl laying beneath me, while I squatted down to 
straddle her face. She honestly didn't even know what to do. 
I paused in that position, my pussy just above her face, and 
waited. She would catch on eventually.
   Her tongue just barely touched me, but that was all I 
needed to let me know that she was ready. I reached down 
between my legs, and held on to the sides of her head as I 
lowered my pussy into her mouth. Her surprised lips began to 
kiss and suck at my wetness.
   It gave me a perverse thrill to think that this girl, who 
Brenda had hired as a sweet, innocent teenager, was now 
pushing her tongue deeply into me. Corrupting this girl was 
almost an act of rebellion against Brenda, and I was 
enjoying every second.
   " You have such wonder lips, Anne. Keep on going. " In 
actuality, I'd had a lot better. Most of my boyfriends had 
received a lot of practice at this particular activity. I 
supposed that in time, Anne would learn too. But right now, 
I was a little impatient. I began to buck my hips slightly, 
rubbing my swollen clitoris against her tongue, lips and 
nose, while she continued to suck at me from below. At least 
she was putting in a valiant first effort.
   I could feel the cold metal frames of her glasses digging 
into my thighs. It wasn't distracting at all. It just served 
to remind me exactly who's face I was riding today. The 
thought that this shy girl had barely even kissed the lips 
of her lover, and was now lapping between my legs, well, it 
was exquisite. 
   " Oh, fuck, yeah. I'm fucking your face, Anne. You're 
going to suck my pussy while I cum, aren't you. You'll do 
that for me. Oh, you've got me so excited, I'm really going 
to fill your mouth. "
   She was having trouble catching breath, I was grinding 
myself into her so violently. I didn't care. The only thing 
I was thinking about was making this inexperienced girl give 
me an orgasm, and it was coming on quickly.
   " Mmmm... that's it... nggg...nggg...nggg... keep 
going... just a little more now..."
   My body humped her face furiously as my orgasm finally 
caught up to me. I don't know what part of her face I was 
grinding my clit against, but it was heavenly. I heard her 
gasping and gurgling as my juices flowed freely into her 
mouth. I'm sure she wasn't expecting it. 
   When my body stopped bucking to the rhythm of my lust, I 
let myself rest there for a few minutes, while Anne 
continued to lick at my pussy and ass. Finally, I dismounted 
her face. She was a mess. The metal frame of her glasses had 
been bent downwards by my riding motion, to the point that 
they probably wouldn't fit her properly any more. She gasped 
for breath, and her face was slick from my moisture.
   Satisfied, I retrieved my purse, and wrote her another 
cheque. " Get yourself some contact lenses, " I told Anne. " 
We're going to be doing a lot more of that. "

   I'll have to admit that our lunch time sessions were a 
bit one-sided. Once Anne started work the next week, she 
visited me every day during her lunch hour. Try as I might, 
I couldn't get excited by the idea of licking poor little 
Anne to an orgasm. I'm just not a lesbian. By the time we 
were done each day, she looked positively desperate to get 
off.
   Given that, I wasn't sure why she kept on coming back to 
me. I mean, I know that she looked up to me a lot, and felt 
that she owed me for all the nice things I bought her, but 
I'll tell you plain, if our situations were reversed, I 
wouldn't have put up with half of the crap that she did.
    Maybe she was concerned about what I would do with all 
of the photos. Honest, I never threatened her, so I'm not 
sure that she was even concerned about it. My own personal 
theory is that some people are just born to be used, and 
others are born to be users. I'm definitely one of the 
latter. And if she wasn't one of the former, well then she 
sure put up a good act.
   Anne did seem to enjoy all of the extra attention that I 
was giving her. I wonder if she thought that our 
relationship was normal at all. 
   I made her take the most demeaning poses. I don't mean 
your regular playboy stuff. I took pictures of her with her 
face slick with my juices. I took pictures of her a carrot 
shoved up her ass (from her lunch, of course. I never eat 
any of that healthy shit). I even had a couple where she 
agreed to let me whip her with my belt.
   There seemed to be no limit to what she would do for me. 
Not that I wasn't willing to test that little theory.
   " Hey Anne, did you want to come back tomorrow for a 
special photo session, " I asked her on Friday, after she 
was done with her appetizer. 
   " Tomorrow's Saturday... I'm not supposed to be here. "
   " Don't worry, I've got keys to the production 
department. No one will know. "
   " Um, okay. "

   The poor little sap would do anything I told her, and the 
Saturday session was going to be a lot of fun. To make 
everything perfect, I recruited a guy I knew from high 
school. His name was Martin. At first, he was a little 
reluctant to participate. After all, his was a school 
teacher now, and he was engaged to a girl from a rather 
wealthy family. Once I showed him some of Anne's naughty 
pictures, though, his resistance crumbled away. 
   Saturday morning, he arrived a few minutes earlier than 
Anne. 
   " Are you sure she's a virgin ?" he asked. He was really 
getting into the spirit of it now.
   " Yep, Martin, you horny old dog, and you get to be the 
guy who busts her open. Imagine that... a genuine eighteen 
year old virgin. You're not going to get anything this sweet 
once you get married, I'll tell you that. "
   He seemed uncomfortable with my comments about his 
upcoming wedding. Who could blame him ? With the marriage 
only three months away, he had to be feeling like a real 
shit for cheating on his fiancee. Nonetheless, when Ann 
walked through the door, Martin looked positively ready to 
pounce on the girl. Anne, on the other hand, looked 
panicked.
   She caught my eyes, and motioned that she needed to talk 
to me.
   " I don't know if I can do this, " she blurted out. " I'm 
haven't... well, I'm a virgin. "
   " Look, I don't want to make you feel bad, but it's just 
not normal to be a virgin at your age. You've really got to 
get past this, and I want to help you do it. "
   My aim was directly at her weak spot. If I could make her 
feel embarrassed about being a virgin, she'd be right back 
in the palm of my hand.
   " You're a pretty girl, Anne, but nobody wants to hang 
around with a virgin. It's a drag. Let me do this for you, 
and I'll introduce you to all of my friends. We'll hang out 
all of the time. You'll be one of the girls. "
   Another weak spot. Anne wanted so badly to be accepted. 
It's something she'd never had before.
   Anne looked into my eyes, her fear apparent. She didn't 
want to do this, I knew, but she didn't want to lose me 
either. She wanted to please me. 
   " Okay. I'll do it. "
   Music to my ears.
   " Good, why don't you start getting your clothes off, and 
I'll load up the camera. "
   And just like that, she was back to obeying me 
completely. Without even speaking a word to the man who 
would take her virginity, she began to undress herself.
   I couldn't help but think about the changes I'd brought 
to her life over the last week or so. Anne's mousy brown 
hair was now cut in a neat style. Her clothes, and even her 
underwear, were all quite stylish. I taught her to apply 
some make-up, which really highlighted her dark eyes, now 
quite visible because of her switch to contact lenses.
   Martin watched with lust in his eyes as she pulled down 
her panties, revealing her virgin pussy to him. What had 
been covered by a light patch of pubic hair was now shaved 
bare, by my instructions. Anne's thin frame, and little tits 
helped along the illusion of youth considerably.
   " A little bit of foreplay would be nice, " I told my 
models. " Anne, bend forward over the stool, and let Martin 
strap your ass for a while. "
   Martin had a gleam in his eyes. Yes, he had seen the 
pictures of when I had taken my own belt to Anne's ass, and 
was enthusiastic to try it himself. He began to slip his 
belt from around his waist while she took her position at 
the stool. Her firm little butt cheeks were so inviting, I 
almost wished that it was me with the belt in my hand. But 
then, I had my job as staff pornographer to think about.
   I snapped a couple of shots as Martin groped her little 
ass. Anne was bent over the stool to the point that she was 
holding onto the legs of the stool to keep her balance. Her 
legs were straight, and her tight belly rested on the seat 
of the stool. You couldn't ask for a better position to whip 
her.
   When Martin began the punishment, his strength caught 
poor little Anne off guard. She yelped at the painful blow, 
and her ass flinched when he raised his arm again. I moved 
around front to get a good view of her face.
   " Look this way, Anne, " I instructed. I was rewarded 
with a wonderful shot. She raised her face towards me just 
as another blow landed. I caught the expression on her face 
beautifully. Tears were running down her cheeks. This was 
definitely more painful than the times I had whipped her.
   I took a couple more shots from further back. Martin 
looked my direction.
   " Don't aim that thing at me, " he said.
   " Get over yourself, Martin. I'm not looking to get 
pictures of you, " I lied. " Let's get on with the main 
event. Come around front, and have her slick up your cock 
for you. "
   He was only too happy to oblige. He dropped his pants to 
the floor, and circled around the stool. Anne was breathing 
heavily, and still sobbing from the pain of the belt. 
   Another perfect shot. He tilted her head back by pulling 
on her hair, and rubbed his cock against her face. His penis 
became wet with her tears and drool before he popped it into 
her mouth. That's one for the scrapbook.
   Anne obediently sucked on his cock, although her lack of 
skill was apparent. She choked as he jammed a couple of 
times into the back of her throat. I took another shot while 
she gagged on him. Her face was a mess. Her makeup was 
smeared by her tears, and from when Martin rubbed his cock 
against it. She looked like a total whore, with her makeup 
smeared, and a cock in her mouth.
   He popped himself free.
   " I want to fuck her now. Can I, Kim ?" He asked me, as 
if Anne had nothing to do with the decision. 
   Anne looked up at me with pleading eyes. I nodded for 
Martin to go around behind her.
   " Please, " Anne begged. " I'm not sure I want to do 
this. "
   I knelt down beside her, and brought my face close to 
hers.
   " You have to do this sometime, Anne, " I whispered. I 
kissed her lips softly. " Come on, please do this for me. 
Are you going to do this for me ?"
   I kissed her again, this time drawing her tongue into my 
mouth. Her mouth was so receptive of mine. I could taste the 
salt of her tears on her lips.
   " Do this for me, Anne. " I whispered again.
   " All right, " she whispered back, and then stole another 
kiss.
   " Good girl. "
   Martin was waiting for me, and I nodded in his direction. 
I backed away from Anne, and took a couple of pictures with 
him poised to enter her. I made sure I got a couple of good 
shots of the lustful look on his face as he parted her pussy 
lips to enter her.
   He fed the tip of his moist penis into her opening. Anne 
was shaking, whether from fear or lust, I couldn't tell. 
   " Look up at the camera, " I urged Anne. " I want to see 
your face when her pops you. "
   She was sobbing again, but even if she wanted to stop 
now, Martin was already pushing himself in. It would be only 
a matter of seconds.
   No gentleman, this Martin, he pushed himself into her 
violently, groaning loudly as he broke through her hymen. 
But it wasn't him I was interested in. I must have snapped a 
half dozen shots in quick succession of the pained, almost 
surprised, look on Anne's face as his cock was buried into 
her.
   " It...hurts... " she whimpered, as I continued to circle 
around the couple to catch every angle.
   Martin was impatient. Despite her little whimpers of 
pain, he began to ram himself in and out of her from behind. 
He was making her first time a rough ride.
   " Aw, fuck... she's so fucking tight, " he told me. I got 
a good photo of the grin on his face as he enjoyed her 
tightness.
   The stool began to rock back and forth onto its front and 
back legs as he took hold of Anne's hips and began to really 
pump her hard. My own pussy was throbbing just from watching 
the scene. I'd have to get Anne to lick me off afterwards. 
But for now, she belonged to Martin, and he was taking full 
advantage.
   "  Oh, yeah... this tight little bitch needed to be 
fucked. I'll loosen her up some. "
   In all honesty, I hadn't expected that Martin would be 
this rough with her. Not that I minded. It made for some 
really good photos. Like the one where he reached forward, 
and pinched one of her puffy pink nipples cruelly as he 
fucked her recently virginal pussy. That was a great 
picture.
   Of course, the best of them all was when he came. He 
almost knocked over the freakin' stool as he slammed her 
body. His face was a mask of cruelty, as he buried himself 
deep into her and filled her virgin entrance with his cum.
   Anne started sobbing again when she felt his sperm 
filling her. He held her tightly by the hips after his 
orgasm, seeming reluctant to let the coupling end. Finally 
he slid free of her, leaving me free to take the follow-up 
pictures of her abused pussy. Those ones were worth framing.

   For a little while after that Saturday session, things 
went back to normal between Anne and I. I spent all of 
Monday and Tuesday developing the photos, and enlarging the 
ones I really liked, and during the lunch hour, she still 
came down to lick my pussy. 
   I'm sure it would have slipped right back into routine, 
if I hadn't have somehow let a couple of the photos fall 
into the wrong hands. I know it was cruel of me, but what's 
the point of taking a whole lot of photos if you're never 
going to show them to anyone? I picked a couple of the early 
nudes of Anne, ones that didn't show her face, and gave 
copies to some of the other production guys. There was 
nothing to identify Anne directly, but I'm sure as the 
photo's circulated, that some people would guess.
   And that's how I ended up back in Brenda Schuller's 
office again. I could tell, just by the expression on her 
face, that she was serious this time.
   " I've seen some photos going around, Kim. I'm sure you 
know which ones I'm talking about. Don't tell me that you're 
not involved with this. It's easy to see that they were 
taken in the photo studio. "
   " Nope. I'm not denying anything. "
   I think she was prepared for a denial, and was a bit 
taken aback by my answer. Her surprise quickly turned to 
outrage.
   " How could you, Kim ? I'm not going to pretend that I 
don't know who it is in the pictures. How could you take an 
innocent girl like Anne, and force her into posing like this 
? How could you ?"
   Brenda wasn't done yet. I was holding my tongue until the 
storm was finished.
   " She's a good girl, Kim, and you've damaged her. 
Everyone in the office has seen those pictures. They'll 
follow her around for years, if she decides to stay. I'm 
sure she would quit right now if she wasn't in such 
desperate need of the money. How could you possibly do such 
a thing ?"
   Now she wanted an answer.
   " Brenda, you have no idea what I'm capable of, " I 
began. " You don't know the half of it. Those pictures are 
quite innocent compared to the others I took of her. I've 
corrupted this girl in ways that you wouldn't believe, and I 
have all sorts of pictures of it. Would you like to see them 
?"
   I pulled an photo album out from under my chair. I put it 
together special for this occasion. Brenda hesitantly took 
the book from my hands, and opened it to the first page.
   " Those are the first time I had her strip for me, " I 
narrated. " In the next few pages, you'll see the things 
that I asked her to do over the next week. Pretty sick, 
huh?"
   The president of Misty Greeting leafed through page after 
page of pictures, each one more graphic than the last. Her 
eyes were dark with anger.
   " I can see that you're getting near my favourite part. I 
brought in a guy I knew from high school to fuck poor little 
Anne for the first time. There you can see her bent over the 
stool, ready to be deflowered. Exciting isn't it ? I'm 
afraid that you don't get a very good view of the guy in the 
first few photos. Ah, there we go... this shot has a good 
view of his face. "
   " Martin, " my boss exclaimed in surprise.
   I waited while she flipped through the next few pages, to 
see how far her darling Martin had gone. I could see by the 
look on her face that she couldn't believe her son would do 
such a thing.
   Oh yes, Martin is Brenda's son. What ? You didn't think I 
did all of this just for kicks, did you ? Okay, there was 
that too, but I still had my eye on the prize. As I said 
before, never accuse me of lacking an ulterior motive.

   Needless to say, Brenda and I came to an understanding. 
Three months later, Martin was married in a lovely ceremony, 
which due to my family connections, I was invited to watch. 
The mother of the groom seemed positively wracked with 
anxiety. Heck, even the groom was a bit edgy, once he saw me 
there. But things went off without a problem.
   For the next six months, Brenda made glowing reports of 
my performance to Daddy. It looks like he'll get his wish of 
one of his daughter's taking over the business after all. 
I've even heard rumours that Brenda is considering early 
retirement. 
   I'm looking forward to it. I can't wait to take over her 
office. I've even decided on which of the girls I'll have as 
my secretary. 
   Once she gets back from maternity leave, that is.

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