0 comments/ 27880 views/ 1 favorites The Job Ch. 01 By: uglydude99 I walked towards the gates of the studio, apprehensive about the meeting I was to have in just a few minutes. I showed the guard at the gate my pass, and he let me in. My mind was spinning; I didn't know what was real and what wasn't. A week ago, I was a male porn star who couldn't find work. Now, I was going to meet a woman about her new porn station. The job she offered was a fulltime one. What was odd about the whole thing was that the woman had wished to remain anonymous. In LA, no one wanted to remain anonymous. If they had learned how to clip their own fingernails, they had a reality TV series. I walked down a well-lit corridor plastered with movie posters, wondering if the job would pay well. The woman called me a week before, looking for porn stars with no waiting jobs. I fit the bill, at 6'2", 230 lbs. and an eleven-inch dick to boot. I was watching one of my old movies when she called. I thought I recognized her voice from somewhere, but I wasn't sure what. She said to meet with her in person about the job a week from that day. 7 days came, 7 days passed. Now here I was, at the door to the big money I had always wanted. I put my hand on the doorknob. I gulped in an excessive amount of oxygen, and started coughing fitfully. I stopped coughing, gained my composure, opened the door, saw who was running the studio, and lost my composure again. Demi Moore stood in front of me, behind a mahogany desk. Her body was accentuated by a tight black suit, which made her breasts look spectacularly large. Her black skirt was knee-high and extremely tight, making my sizable dick spring to attention. She stared my body up and down, as I returned the favor. She told me to close the door and sit down. I obliged. "So, you are the famed Randy Footer, thanks for coming. I am Demi Moore, and I am sorry I couldn't tell you that over the phone," I was still staring at her breasts, but her comment knocked me back to my senses. "Yes, that reminded me," I said, finally looking at her eyes, "Why didn't you tell me who you were over the phone?" "Well, to be honest, I'm not very trusting of anyone. Maybe I've been in Hollywood too long, but I can see the headlines in the tabloids now: 'SEXY SUPERSTAR CREATES PORN STATION!' Whoever said any publicity is good publicity was a complete jackass." We both laughed for a moment, finding pathetic humor in the backstabbing world of show business. I then asked about what she needed me for, and she lit up. "You would be working as a full time sex toy," she said emphatically. Demi paused for a moment, closed her eyes and thought. Then she spoke again. "Maybe I should explain the station itself first. It is supposed to be a station of pornographic interest to men, but with a twist. Playboy TV uses their playmates as the sex objects, I use my Hollywood connections. My friends and colleagues will be the ones you have sex with." I paused for a moment, then realized what Demi was talking about. "Are you saying I am going to have a job where all I have to do is fuck celebrities?" She nodded. "Ok, that is awesome. So what is the Catch-22?" Demi sighed, and I knew I was about to be told the big problem. "See, Randy, I don't have the money to do whatever I want. This job would consume most of your time, and you would only make about 25,000 dollars a year. I'm sorry that it is so low, but I'm sure that once this starts going, I can start paying you more." My heart sunk. I would have some serious trouble living off 25K a year. "Randy, I'll be honest." Demi looked like she knew she was losing me, like a salesman who had been greedy and now was desperate for a sale. "Though I can not pay you extremely well monetarily, I can assure you there will be perks. Number one is all the celebrities you will fuck, for one." I interrupted her. "How do I know any are actually going to come anyway? How am I to be sure that you aren't pulling my chain? Do you have any celebs here that will drop on their knees and give me a b.j.? Do anal? Have a titty-fuck?" Demi grimaced, and spoke very quietly, "I understand your worries. I have none of my friends here to show you, I'm sorry." I started to get her drift. "However, if you need convincing the place will be a success, I will gladly be the test dummy, of sorts." My hard-on became a lot more noticeable to me. "Are you serious?" I said. "You are going to let me fuck your brains out to get me to work here?" Demi didn't answer this with words, but she stood up and walked to the other side of the desk. "Take off your jacket." She did obligingly, leaving herself in a white button down blouse and the skirt. I began to undo the blouse, button by button. When I reached the bottom, I told her to remove the blouse completely. She did, leaving her in a lacy white bra. I admired her breasts for a moment, before walking behind her to the skirt. I pulled down the zipper, and pulled on the material hard. Demi was left in her bra and panties. I undid the loops of the bra, pulled off the panties and left her completely nude. She turned to face me, and I was entranced by the sight of her shaved pussy. I undid the button of my suit pants and flung my boxers down my legs. "Get on your knees." Demi accepted, and started to talk. "Oh my, your cock is massive. It must be a 10 incher at least." I didn't correct her, though I knew it was longer. She flicked the head with the tip of her tongue, emitting an involuntary moan from me. Demi put her whole mouth around the head, preparing to go towards the base. The sensations gave me chills, as I hadn't been blown this well from any porn star ever before. Demi started taking my whole dick inch by inch. Finally, throwing caution to the wind, she tried taking the whole penis in her mouth with about five inches to go. She gagged and coughed, and came up for air. "Wow, that is the biggest cock I have ever seen." Demi commented. I was complimenting her on her b.j. ability when she again tried to take my whole dick in at once. Though she gagged again, she didn't come up, leaving her with two inches to go. However, my balls started to feel tight, so I didn't want to blow my load only in her mouth. I pulled out of her mouth, leaving Demi confused and saddened. I then told her to bend over the desk, and Demi perked back up again. As I entered her pussy, she gasped, as the movie star had never apparently had a dick this big inside her. Her body started shaking when I was 8 inches in. She started yelling and moaning, in an unbelievable orgasm. I went and shoved the last 3 inches in, making her orgasm complete. I started fucking her, slowly and deliberately at first, but quickening the pace and strength of my thrusts. Demi's pussy was tight, and it was affecting my balls. I wanted to cum so badly, but I was trying to hold out until she had another orgasm. Demi started convulsing again about 5 minutes later, right when I had to shoot my load. We both were screaming loudly, her juices already flowing, when we both came. I shot my load into her, 6 long strands in all, filling up Demi's famous twat. We stayed in our position for a few more minutes before I finally pulled out. I cleaned up my dick with a box of tissues she had, waiting to see if there would be more. Instead, a knock on the slightly ajar door came, and Demi and I couldn't react quickly enough. A UPS man stood in the door, his mouth wide. Demi and I were found in the compromising position of me having my pants down, my long dick extending over the slender, beautifully nude figure of Demi on the ground, juices flowing out of her pussy. Demi, the UPS boy (who looked like he was only a teenager), and I stood for a few moments, before one of us reacted. It was Demi. "What can we do to shut you up?" She said simply. The boy looked confused, but horny at the sight of this nude, famous woman standing in front of him. "What can I do?" He mumbled. "Can I have sex with you?" Demi looked at me, and smirked. "Kid, how does a threesome with you, me and Mr. Footer the porn star sound?" Before he could answer, Demi walked over to him and pulled down his standard issue pants. She pulled down his boxers and exposed what looked to be a seven-inch dick. "My, my, my… two in a day. I say, little boy, please put your dick in my pussy. As for you, Mr. Footer, my ass is in need of attention." As Demi's inner slut came out to play, the UPS boy and I lifted her up, setting her on our dicks. If possible, her ass was tighter than her pussy, not allowing more than 6 inches in. The UPS boy and I worked out a rhythm, when one of us thrusted in, the other thrusted out. Demi began to shake and scream again, and the UPS boy shot his load inside her, as Demi's orgasm set off my second of the day. A few minutes later, when all three of us were cleaned up, the UPS boy agreed to not talk, or Demi would find him. If he did not talk (at least before the station was up and running), Demi would also come and find him. But in that case, he would get whatever type of sex he wanted from Demi and a female friend of hers. After he left, I told Demi that she was the best fuck I had in years. "Thank you, Randy," Demi said, "So does this mean you take the job?" Her eagerness was answered in a smile, and my parting words: "When do I start?" To be continued… The Job Ch. 01 *** Author's Note: This is not a new story or a re-write. I realized that when I posted this story the italics and bolds were removed. I am reposting it because I feel that removing these marks takes away from the feel of the story. Again please vote and feel free to leave a comment. *** The Ad: Amy Beijar nudged the door shut with her foot as she rifled through the mail she had grabbed on her way up to her apartment. Bill, bill, bill, final notice. Damn she thought, I have thirty days to move out. This on top of my student bills was bad, but with me losing my job today because of that bitch at work made it much worse. Wouldn't do much good asking for an extension. That old biddy wouldn't let her own mother stay one second passed the rent being due. Well just gonna have to find a new job and a new place to live, because I am not going back home nor back to the dorm. Amy threw the rest of the mail on the table and turned to head back out the door. She brushed her long blonde hair out of her face as she reached for the doorknob. Motion on her right stopped her for a moment as she turned to look into the full-length mirror on the wall next to the door. Golden blonde hair framed a heart shaped face before falling down to the top of her ass. Eyes the blue-green of a cresting wave on a bright summer day peered down a pert, slightly upturned, nose. Full red lips set above a cute little chin. Dimples were reveled every time she broke into a broad grin, which she did constantly. Her eyes traveled further down to where 36D breasts pushed out her college t-shirt. Perched high on her chest, the low neck line of her shirt showed a modest expansion of cleavage. Though not visible now, she knew that when excited her nipples would poke through her bra and shirt, becoming fairly obvious to anyone looking. And they did look, both men and women would follow her as she walked down the street, the hall, or through the Quad. It wasn't just her chest people stared at either. Turning slightly Amy glanced at her ass and legs. She always felt she had big hips but could never complain about her firm ass cheeks. Those nice cheeks flowed into soft but taunt thighs. Volleyball and swimming had kept her in a toned but not over muscular physique. With a sigh and a toss of her hair, Amy left her apartment to go job hunting. Holding the newspaper and classifieds under her arm, Amy struggled to get the key in the door. From inside she could hear the phone ringing. Throwing the papers on the table on top of the mail from this morning, she picked up the handset and hit talk. "Hello," she answered. "Hey sexy, busy tonight?" Hearing Brad's voice always sent a shiver through her body. His was a deep sensual voice to match his movie star good looks. The all- American football hero look fit him well. "A little, I have to find another job." As she talked on the phone she was kicking off her shoes and flipping them toward her bedroom. The small one bedroom apartment meant that everything was within easy throwing distance. "What? Did you quit? Its about time, I always thought you were wasting your time at that place." "No I didn't quit! That bitch Ginny convinced the manager that I was hitting on customers and setting up dates afterwards, and you know his rules. Didn't even give me a chance to tell my side of it." "Well you were not making much money and it is better that you are out of there. I never did understand why you wanted to work in an adult toy store." "I have told you before that my reasons are MY reasons," she shot back as she thought about the collection she had amassed while employed there. Brad had never seen them, didn't even know they existed. The one and only time she brought up using dildos during their sex Brad had reacted very negatively asking if he wasn't good enough on his own. Then proceeded to try and prove he didn't need assistance from some battery operated piece of plastic. Key word there is TRY, she mused. Bless his soul he had a magnificent cock, but he sure didn't know how to use it, or his tongue. But those eight inches that she could barely fit her fingers around was the reason she was still with him. "Tell you what, I have this thing I have to do with the guys, but we should be done by 7:30-8:00. That will give you a few hours to look in the paper, make a few calls then I can take you out to eat and maybe catch a movie?" "Sure, that will be fine. See ya then." She hit the end button and set it back in its cradle. Figuring on taking a shower now and give her hair time to dry while looking through the papers, Amy began to strip as she headed toward the bathroom. Catching sight of the mirror over the sink, she once again paused to study herself. Even without the bra's support her breasts didn't sag. Areolas the size of half-dollars circled thick nipples that when hard stood out half an inch or more. Working out and some lucky genes gave her big but perky tits. Looking down she followed the slope of her tummy to the thick patch of hair just above her shaved pussy lips. Almost twice as wide as the popular "landing strip" cut, the hair was downy soft and a darker blonde than the hair on her head. She turned on the water and adjusted the temperature before stepping into the shower stall. The apartment was so small it didn't even have a bathtub, just this barely big enough standing shower. With a towel wrapped around her head, Amy used a second to dry herself off then grabbed the papers off the table and plopped down on the couch and began to skim through them. Between part time, experience needed, and the low starting pay it sure isn't a worker's market. Wait a second... Wanted: Live in maid/part-time cook Room and board plus negotiable spending money. Please call to setup an appointment. Room and board plus spending money. That would kill two birds with one stone. She snatched up the phone as she glanced at the clock. It was still within the set hours to call. After three rings a cheerful female voice answered. "Hello, this is Nancy. Are you calling about the ad in the paper?" "Yes I am, could I ask a couple of question I had Nancy?" "Sure, but could I get your name first and which paper you saw the ad in please?" Amy told Nancy her name and the name of the classifieds she found the ad in. Then she ran off a few of the questions that had popped in her head as she was reaching for the phone. "First, where is the house located?" Nancy gave the name of a neighborhood on the better side of town. It would place her an added six or so miles away from her college. "Second, what would the duties be?" "Cleaning house and cooking a meal two or three days out of the week. You will get one day of the week off. As long as the job is done the rest of the time will be your own as well." " OK and what did it mean about a negotiable spending money?" "Depending on what other extra duties and odd jobs you take on the boss is willing to pay out extra for them. An extra night of cooking, odd errands around town things like that." "The boss? Aren't you the woman of the house?" Amy was puzzled as to why Nancy answered the phone if she wasn't the woman hiring her. "Oh no ma'am," Nancy answered with a chuckle. "I work for a temp agency and the boss and his wife hired me to be secretary for this ad." "They hired a temp, to take calls about an ad for a live in maid?" "Well the live in maid is just one of the ads they have out. I think there are three openings in the boss's household that they are trying to fill." "And what are the other two may I ask?" Amy was getting really curious now about this 'Boss'. "Sure, one is a Personal Assistant and the other is a chauffeur. The PA pays more but the chauffeur. and the maid get room and board." Chauffeur? Personal Assistant? Just what kind of household are we talking here? These thoughts tumbled through her mind as she setup an interview for the next day. She was told that if she wanted to apply for the chauffeur. position she would need to bring her drivers license and have a clean driving history. "And what would I need if I wanted to apply for the PA?" "Oh the boss is leaving that one open. Says it gives him a wider playing field to find someone that he can click with." "For a temp you seem quite comfortable with this 'Boss' of yours?" there was a note of a question in her voice. "I have been here three days and have found him to be one of the easiest people I have ever worked for in my years as a temp. Very outgoing sort of person." "Well that is good to hear just in case I get the job." Wrapping up the call by repeating the address she would need show up at, Amy hung up and looked at the clock, 6:20pm. Still enough time to skim some more through the ads. All in all, by the time 7:10 rolled around she had only made three more calls and setup just two other appointments, both for later in the week. Getting up she went into her room and started getting dressed. Pair of lacy panties with a matching bra, the bright white coloring setting of her tanned skin. She slipped on a green button up blouse with the top two buttons undone, showing a fair amount of flesh. A pair of khaki capris finished the outfit. She wasn't dressed to kill but she would still turn heads tonight. Grabbing her keys she walked out to meet Brad out front. The door made a loud bang as she forcefully slammed it behind her. Why did such a great piece of cock-meat have to be attached to such an arrogant inconsiderate asshole? Dinner was great, little mom and pop steakhouse with good food and pleasant waiters. The movie blowed, they left with over half the movie to go. With it still being early the drove out to their favorite necking spot. Things heated up more than expected. She finally had enough teasing and had fished his cock out of his pants. She loved wrapping her lips around that fuck-tube. She drove him up the wall, bringing him close just to back off before he blew. After doing this two or three times they moved to back seat. And then it happened. Instead of returning the favor, Brad just climbed on top and stroked himself into her. She was OK with it but after only a half dozen or so thrusts he slammed into her and began to shoot off. Even that didn't make her angry because she enjoyed the feeling of cum blasting onto her pussy walls. Really quick of the trigger tonight. But did he have to immediately start getting dressed again and talking about getting home to meet up with his friends? What about me? I got just excited enough to start getting into it and then nothing. The fucker even had the nerve to ask what was wrong when I wouldn't talk to him on the way home and got mad when I wouldn't kiss him good night when he dropped me off. While the memories of the night ran through her head, Amy was stripping off her clothes and heading for her toy box. Pulling out her favorite she giggled at a stray thought. It might not be as big as Brad, but at least it won't stop until I am satisfied! With toy in hand she moved to the bed. Laying back with her head propped up, she grabbed one of her many throw pillows. Lifting up, she placed it underneath her ass, thrusting her pussy up. Bringing the vibrator to her lips and slowly started to kiss and lick the flesh colored plastic. Taking it into her mouth and hitting the back of her throat, she coated it with her saliva. Once it was good and slick she removed it with an audible "pop". Switching it on low, she placed the tip against the skin right above her clit. In small circles, she brought it down until it hit the hood hiding her pleasure button. The tingling vibrations sent shivers up her spine as she applied more pressure. Her other hand came down and with two fingers pulled back the flesh surrounding her clit. With the frustration of the misfired sex in the car building her anticipation, she came just as soon as the tip hit her button directly. Keeping it in contact with her clit she brought her other hand back up and started to pinch and pull on her left nipple. The slight pain was able to prolong her orgasm, leaving her slightly breathless once the shudders subsided. Flicking it on high she moved the dildo further down to her now wet and engorged lips. With a single thrust she was able to bury half of it inside her. Pulling out slowly, she paused with just the tip inside her, then pushed it back in, not stopping until her hand holding the base hit her lips. A few more such slow then hard thrusts caused her pussy walls to clamp down on the pleasing intruder as her second release of the night hit her. Again her other hand was pulling on a nipple to extend her pleasure. After the convulsions settled to a stop she rolled onto her side in the fetal position breathing deeply to calm herself down. Once she was completely recovered from number two she started over, striving for number three. Before she fell asleep that night she managed to bring herself off twice more. With the vibrator turned off, but still buried deep inside, she dropped off to sleep thinking about how she was gonna tell Brad it was over. Her last thought before unconsciousness rolled over her was how much she was gonna miss that beautiful cock. The alarm woke her at 7 am. Reaching to turn it off she felt her toy shift inside her. The movement brought back memories of the night before. With a wistful smile she grabbed the base of the vibrator and flicked it on low. Using long slow strokes she gave herself a mild orgasm to start the day. After cleaning up her toy she headed to the bathroom to shower. Once there she washed off last nights and this mornings mess. Rubbing her nether lips with the rag sent tingles up her spine, so she tossed it a side and started rubbing her clit directly. The hot water cascading over her sensitive nipples helped prolong the sudden release. As she came down from her orgasmic high, she finished showering and turned off the water. Drying off as she walked toward her closet, Amy tried to decide how she was going to dress for the day. Hmm. Should I go sexy, business, or casual? If it was a male interviewing me, sexy would help. Even if it was a woman, it might still help, then again it might hurt too. Casual is just that, casual; I want to present a relaxed but competent front. She settled on a white button up blouse with a scooped neck. With the right bra it showed cleavage, but not too much. The dark blue skirt she took down was knee length but split on the sides to mid-thigh. Pulling open her top drawer she pondered what kind of panties to wear with it. She finally picked up a white thong whose front patch of cloth was almost transparent. She ended the ensemble with a pair of white thigh highs and white pumps. Freshly showered and dressed for the day, Amy noticed that she still had a little over an hour before the interview. Figuring early was better than late, she grabbed her purse and headed out the door. She had a driver's licenses but being a poor college kid she didn't own a car. The local metro service was great though. Climbing up the steps she swiped her bus pass and went to find a seat. The bus wasn't very crowded this early in the morning, so she was able to find a completely open seat. Amy threw her purse on the seat and plopped down beside it. Looking around she noticed the woman sitting across the aisle. An interesting mix of genes produced a stunningly pretty woman. She was about an inch or two shorter than Amy's five foot nine inches, though hard to determine with her sitting down. She had oriental coloring; black hair, dusky skin, and dark eyes, but didn't appear to be as small or lanky as most Orientals. Her hair was feathery light, hanging around her face, barely brushing her shoulders. The slightly canted eyes had a mischievous spark in them. A thin aristocratic nose sloped down to a full set of lips. Her breasts looked to be a 34 or 36C and were perched high on her chest with gravity defying firmness. The hard tips suggested no bra under the blue t-shirt she wore tucked into blue jean shorts. The shorts were tight and ended about mid-thigh, showing ample acreage of well-toned flesh. Strong calves suggested a runner or skater. White ankle socks disappeared into blue sneakers. Nnniiiccceee, Amy thought, almost licking her lips. Very nice, it has been a while too. That was another thing she had never brought up with Brad, especially after that night with Karen. It had been at a get together after a football game few months ago. Her, Brad and a few of his teammates with their girlfriends were just chilling out at one of their houses. Karen had been dating one of the Defensive Backs but he didn't show up at the party. Being in a few of the same classes she decided to hang out with Amy and Brad. Amy had been attracted to Karen from the first time she saw her in class, and had been testing the waters to see if she partied her way. She figured tonight would be able to put a yes or no on that question. Brad had been hanging with his friends while Amy and Karen had been talking on the couch. The talk between them was light and giggly, their manner open and friendly. Karen kept reaching out and laying a hand on Amy's arm or thigh while she laughed. When she did she would leave it there just a bit longer than necessary. Often rubbing a little before lifting away. Amy realized that Karen was flirting and felt herself moisten with arousal. Each new touch sent bolts of pleasure through her body. Just as she was about to start flirting and touching in return a voice intruded on them. "Trying to pick up my girlfriend, Karen?" Amy looked up to see Brad standing there with a beer in his hand and a disgusted look on his face. "Well good luck, Amy doesn't go that way and you can't offer her what I can." This was said with a subtle thrust of his hips, drawing the eye to bulge in his jeans. Grabbing Amy's hand he pulled her to her feet. "Come on honey, I am ready to go." One the ride to his house he launched into a tirade about lesbians. When she mentioned bisexuals he answered, "wishy-washy people that can't make up their mind." She was quiet for the rest of the ride. Coming back to the here and now, Amy realized that that night was the beginning of the end for her and Brad. She was enjoying the sex, but couldn't live with out the gentle touch of a woman. Brad was just not adventurous enough in the bedroom to match up with her wilder side. Maybe when she broke it off with Brad she would look Karen up and see what she was doing. She glanced back over to the Oriental beauty across the way. Dark brown eyes met hers and there was a spark of interest in them. The dark-haired girl gave Amy a once over, not hiding her actions. She glanced up with a small smile and then settled her eyes back down again. Looking down Amy noticed her skirt had bunched up when sitting down and now showed the a small strip of skin above her thigh highs. Jerking her head up she found the stranger looking straight into her eyes. What she found there made her nipples harden and moisture to began gathering at the junction of her legs. The bus lurched to a stop and Amy realized that it was time for her to get off. On impulse she reached into her purse for pen and paper, jotted down her name and cell phone number and handed it to the dark-haired beauty before hurrying off the bus. Reading the directions Nancy gave her last night, Amy walked two blocks north of the bus stop to a small building on the corner. The sign above the door offered office space to rent by the week, with temp secretaries included. Inside was a single desk in a room with half a dozen doors leading off of it. Behind the desk sat a middle-aged woman in a conservative dress suit. She looked up with a smile as Amy walked in. The Job Ch. 02 Gabby has been at Lucky mansion for two weeks now. Learning the rules there are a lot of the. 1. You must be wet at all times. 2. You have to please any gold member who asks you to. 3. You must be ready at any given moment for the Master. 4. You have to be in your uniform at all times except for bedtime. 5. Any gold member can punish you at any time. A yellow member may tell a gold member to punish you if they did not see the crime. The list goes on and on. Gabby for the first couple of days kept getting punished because she forgot a certain rule. Her first punishment was to have nipple clamps put on and that she could not wear a shirt and any upper member could tug on them at any given time. She was in a sexual high and she loved it. Until she got first assignment, she was very nervous because she did not know who it was or with who. Her roommates could tell how nervous she was. "Don't worry Gabby I was nervous my first time to, but after you will be wishing it to never end," said Missy with a glint in her eye. "When do I go down Master never said the time to report to him," "Don't worry you will know when," Said her other roommate Mandy she was a yellow shirt. Just then, she felt her dildo start to move inside her. Her face turned into a look of glee her roommates noticed her look of pleasure. "Its time you better get down there before Master turns it on higher and when he does that you're going to get in trouble." Gabby walked out of the room getting more nervous as she walked down the stairs. She arrived at Master's door and knocked. "Come in," Gabby walked in just seeing her Master standing there. "Your late I called you five minutes ago," her master took out a remote and pushed the red button. Gabby's pussy exploded in a mind numbing orgasm she crashed to the floor withering in ecstasy. Her Master kept her in that state for five minutes. Gabby was completely gone with no coming back. Her master released her and waited for her to get up when she did not he got a pair of nipple clamps and placed them on her and Gabby sat straight up noticed her Master and jumped up and struck a sexy pose. "Do not be late again bitch! Do you hear me?" "Yes sir, sorry sir I promise I won't be late again," "Ok then Rink will take you to your room where your assignment has been waiting for you. You will do whatever they say and if you refuse, you will be severely punished. Now go." "Yes sir, thank you sir," Gabby walked out of the room following Rink up the steps. Farther down the hallway then she has been to yet. Rink stopped in front of a black door, turned around, grabbed hold of Gabby's arm, and pushed her in the room. Gabby did not have time to react as soon as she was in the room somebody grabbed her and forced her in a chair, and strapped her ankles and wrists in leather handcuffs. "Your late bitch," gabby looked up into the man's face and he spit in her face. "Do not stare at me you cunt. You look at down at all times." "Yes sir," "Don't call me sir you may address me as Master Taylor and nothing else. If I hear you call me sir I will smack you so hard you won't be able walk." "Yes Master Taylor, of course Master Taylor," Gabby looked up when Master Taylor walked to the end of the room. She was in a padded room she noticed Master Taylor talking to a young woman. She was dressed in a black leather bra and skirt. She was holding a whip. The young woman started to walk towards her. She released her wrists and took off her shirt and bra. She cuffed her wrists again, released her ankles, and pulled down her skirt rather forceful. Then pulled out the dildo without the dildo her juices started to run down her legs. "Master Taylor she is ready for you all ready," Said the young woman with a glint in her eye. "Right then stand her up with her legs wide open," The young woman did as she was told. She grabbed hold on Gabby and pulled her up. Master Taylor came towards Gabby he took the whip from the woman. "Are you ready cunt?" Asked Master Taylor not caring if she was ready or not. "Yes Master Taylor," With a shiver in her voice she braced herself for the first hit. It came down with no warning at all. "Owww!" Yelled Gabby when she was done yelling she was whipped again harder then the first time. "You will not yell do you hear me," "Yes Master Taylor I'm sorry Master Taylor," Master Taylor whipped her ten more times until her ass was completely red. Gabby stopped feeling the hits after the fifth one. The young woman released her and Master Taylor laid down his whip on the bed. Master Taylor grabbed Gabby and moved her towards the bed. He motioned her to lie down and strapped her ankles and wrist to the four-poster bed. Gabby laid there looking up at Master Taylor he did not seem to notice. He grabbed another smaller whip and hit her directly on her clit she moaned in pain. He hit her again and she realized it actually felt good. He hit her a few more times. "Oh yes Master Taylor harder yes that feels amazing," Yelled Gabby the Master had a look of pure pleasure on his face he was glad his new sex slave loved her treatment. He noticed how wet she was he stood up and took of his clothes and climbed back on the bed with his cock jutting out from his body. "You will not come until I give you permission or you will get the earlier treatment again but harder. Do you understand cunt?" "Yes Master Taylor please I don't want to be whipped again please no." Gabby begged with tears in her eyes. "Beg me to fuck you and it better be good or you will be tied up until I return and that might be hours," Gabby did not know how good her begging was so she really had to make this good or she would be here forever. Oh god. "Oh Master Taylor fuck me until I cry out. Oh please I need that big cock in me right know please oh god fuck me I cannot stand it any more. My pussy is on fire I need that cock in me to satisfy you and me please Master Taylor." Gabby finished talking and looked down to his throbbing cock. After all this, she really needed his cock in her. Her begging was actually for real she needed him more then anything. "Good enough cunt you may have my cock in you, but do not cum until I give you permission." He stopped talking and rammed his cock in her without any warning. He was fucking her so hard it took her awhile to actually feel the pleasure in it all. "Oh yes Master Taylor harder faster. Your cock feels great in me it is so big. Please fuck me harder oh yes...," Gabby stopped talking because Master Taylor lay dormant inside of her. "You really want me to go faster?" Asked Master Taylor actually seeing that Gabby was really enjoying it. "Oh yes please," pleaded Gabby with a look of longing in her eyes. Master Taylor began fucking her harder and faster then before. He new she had to come soon but he was hoping that she would beg for it he loved it when they begged for release. "Oh Master Taylor can I please cum I need to do I'm going nuts please oh god please," He was just waiting for that he released his pent cum. He told her she could cum to mere moments later she came on his cock. They came together. She was so exhausted she did not know if she could go again. "That was good cunt for your first time. Hopefully you will be better the next time I come around." Master Taylor got off Gabby, went to the door, and exited leaving Gabby and the woman alone. The woman came over to Gabby, released her ankles and wrists, and started to clean her up. "You may get dressed know and then go," the woman left Gabby laying there completely stunned. Missy was right her first time was amazing she could not wait for the next time. The Job Ch. 02 ***This is the second part of a series, The Job, it is highly recommended that you read chapter one. Thanks to all who read and commented on part one. Due to life constraints I chopped this chapter off at a good stopping point. Next chapter should be better but might take a while. Once again please vote and feel free to leave a comment.*** First day on the Job: After telling Zack that she definitely wanted the job, they went down stairs and out to the pool. By the time they got there, Sharon and Jacob were cuddling on one chair, Dawn was relaxing in another and Carlos was still working on the pool. When Jacob caught sight of Amy walking toward him, he instinctively tried to cover himself, almost knocking Sharon out of their chair. His actions set Dawn, Sharon and Zack laughing. When he realized that no one on the deck actually had clothes on he remembered where he was. Beet red and with a sheepish smile on his face, he settled back down. Amy checked him out. Broad shoulders, toned abs, arms and legs tanned but rest of him fairly pale. A light sprinkling of chest hair narrowed down into a full nest from which his cock dangled. It was laying limply along his thigh, but as she continued to look at it, it began to grow. Looking up she found him checking her out. His approval of her appearance was obvious to everyone. "Hey, thanks Amy. I wanted a second round anyway." Everyone laughed as Sharon settled back into Jacob's lap, sliding him deep inside her red haired pussy. They laughed harder as the startled look on Jacob's face swiftly changed to one of intense pleasure. Sharon laid back against his chest, not moving, but the look on Jacob's face and the tensing of his muscles told everyone that she was doing something besides just sitting there. Amy grabbed an empty chair and dragged it up to the other two. Zack copied her actions, leaning over to whisper in her ear, "Sharon has good internal muscle control. She once got Roger off with just that, no stroking no nothing." A practitioner of Kegal exercises herself, Amy was suitable impressed. For only the second time in her life, Amy watched another couple have sex in person. The quick glimpse of Dawn and Carlos upstairs was her first. Since Sharon wasn't doing much, all Amy could see was the joining of cock and twat and the shifting of skin as Sharon tensed and released her abdomen muscles. More interesting was the tensing and shifting of Jacob. Ever few moments he would tense up, what they could see of his cock would seem to swell, and Sharon would give a little sighing gasp. Curiosity drove Amy closer. Soon she found herself kneeling in front of the couple, her face mere inches from their joining. She could see Sharon's juices flowing down Jacob's cock, coating his balls and making them glisten. The urge to taste them became to much. Closing that last little distance, Amy stuck out her tongue and licked upwards from his ballsack to her clit. The salty tang of his skin contrasted sharply with her sugary sweet flavor. Her sweetness surprised Amy. She had tasted several women in her life, herself included, and Sharon was by far the sweetest pussy she had ever licked. Moaning with the pleasure, Amy pushed further in, burying her face in their junction. Tongue moving rapidly, she sought to get Sharon off, she wanted to taste her girl cum. Dimly she heard footsteps approach, but she was consumed with her self-appointed task. She broke contact with her two new lovers with a gasp as she felt fingers at her own wet opening. She didn't know who's touch was exciting her, and she found that she didn't really care. She returned to licking Sharon and Jacob. The couple had started exerting themselves more; Jacob now sliding from tip to root in long slow strokes. Amy felt the fingers leave and a tongue take their place. She assumed it was a woman eating her, the soft skin she felt could not belong to a man. Nor did she feel a man could be so good. The tongue and lips moved softly over her sex, teasing her with butterfly kisses and darting jabs of the tongue. Then the mystery lover moved to her clit. The soft lips pulled her engorged clit into a warm sucking mouth. Holding her clit in place with gentle grip of the teeth, the woman's tongue flicked across the end of Amy's clit, sending bolts of pleasure through the young woman. Each bolt caused Amy to push harder into Sharon's pussy. Deciding she liked what was happening, she copied her mystery lover's technique on Sharon. Sharon's clit, however, was smaller than Amy's. So forgoing the teeth, Amy held her clit in place with strong sucking action. At first Amy thought that Dawn had decided to join the festivities and was really looking forward to more time with the older blonde. Then she heard Dawn's voice, but the talented mouth never left her lower lips. "Hmm what is this?" Amy felt fingers probe into her while the tongue was still twirling around her clit. Then the fingers were gone. "Mm this tastes like Zack. Looks like he as already came and left," those with mouths free chuckled at her joke. Now Amy was really curious, she wanted to know who was eating her with such skill, but she had Sharon so close to cumming that she didn't want to stop yet. Finally the desire to know who was pleasing her so well was too much. Holding herself up with one hand, she moved the other to the joining of Sharon and Jacob. Using her fingers, she thrummed Sharon's clit while looking over her shoulder. At first she saw Dawn standing next to Zack, both just watching the impromptu orgy in progress. Then turning further she saw Roger standing behind Martha, his hands roaming from her breasts to her pussy; her hands were busy behind her, presumably on his cock. Finally turning enough, she caught a glimpse of dark hair rising over the globes of her own upturned ass. One last swipe of the dark haired woman's tongue sent Amy over the edge. Eyes closed, panting for breath, she shuddered her way through a very good orgasm. When she opened her eyes, she found herself looking into the Kathryn's smiling face; mouth and chin covered in Amy's cream. The Job Ch. 03 ***Sorry for the delays in getting this chapter out. Thank you to everyone that commented and voted on my other stories. Please continue to send me your comments.*** * The dining room table looked like the scene from a porno movie. The eight people sitting around the large table have about four articles of clothing between them. Alisha was still in her apron as she sat platters and bowls of food down the center of the table. Martha was assisting her. When they were finished, they joined the crowd sitting down. Zack was at the head of the table with Dawn opposite him. The other eight were sitting where ever they felt like. Amy was on Dawn's left with Alisha beside her. Martha was on the other side of Alisha with Roger sitting on the end next to Zack. Opposite Roger was Sharon, with Jacob, Kathryn and then Carlos on Dawn's right. Alisha had removed her apron, revealing a very thick, but neatly shaped bush. Amy was amazed, whether it was her pubic mound or just all the hair, but it puffed out further than her taunt stomach by a good margin. When she sat, Amy was able to see thick pink lips protruding from all that hair. The middle of the table was set with simple, but plentiful, fair. There was mashed potatoes and cream gravy, corn on the cob, green beans, macaroni and cheese, pork steaks and a salad. It wasn't special or fancy food. It was more like what her Momma made for Sunday dinner. Amy was a little surprised, with the house and land and the cars she expected fillet mignon and caviar with champagne or wine. Her confusion was noticed. "You are probably wondering where the 'rich folk' food is," the laughter was obvious in Zack's voice. "Well, yeah actually." Amy answered with her usual directness. "This is the kind of food I grew up on. When we have parties or business dinners either here or when we go out, then yeah... I will eat the high dollar, fancy pansy stuff everyone thinks the rich should order. But here, we eat normal everyday food. But we also eat healthy." Zack chuckled at Amy's raised eyebrows. The pork steak was shimmering with grease and the gravy was thick and rich. "OK... so not so healthy tonight. One night a week we eat like this. Other nights we have a lot of different things." "I cooked grilled chicken salad last night," Alisha chimed in. "And it was delicious too." Dawn answered with several words of agreement and praise from around the table. "So you newbies got lucky tonight. What is on the menu for tomorrow Alisha?" Zack looked down the table waiting for an answer. "Well I had planned on doing sautéed chicken over rice with steamed asparagus and mushroom sauce, but with the new additions I have not gone over their dietary balance and their food allergies." Everyone laughed this time at the looks on Amy, Kathryn and Jacob's faces. "Alisha is more than a damn good cook, she is also a dietician and helps keep us healthy and in shape. Now, let's dig in." So saying, Zack grabbed a bowl in front of him and began loading his plate. From there the conversation broke up into individual discussions. Amy found herself chatting with Alisha and Dawn quite easily. They asked questions about her college courses, her past, and anything else that piqued their interest. She soon found herself talking about her past sex life; her soon to be ex-boyfriend in particular. "Now don't get me wrong, Brad is a good guy. He is kind and good-natured, just a little naive in the bedroom. He has a good looking body, and a nice thick cock, he just doesn't really know how to use it. Plus he is not as... as..." She paused for a second to think of the right word. "As adventurous as I would like him to be. For instance, I am sure both of you ladies have your selection of toys, am I right?" When both nodded she continued, "Well Brad didn't see the need for toys in the bedroom, he felt he was enough for any woman. He, and I quote, 'Don't need help from some damn piece of plastic.'" She took a moment to sip her iced tea as the other two laughed. "And his ideas on bi- and homosexuality are something from the Dark Ages. So, even before I found this job I was going to break it off with him. With all the sex I will be getting here, it wouldn't be fair to him to try and keep our failing relationship going." "Don't worry dear, Alisha and I can understand completely. Alisha here was in a similar situation when she started too. Hers was a little more... um... unsettling." "Unsettling? How so?" Amy turned to Alisha, who held up her hand. It took Amy a few minutes to notice a band of lighter colored skin around one finger. "OH. You were married?" "Engaged actually, for almost three years. But if you don't mind I don't really want to talk about it." Amy hastened to agree and changed the subject. About that time she noticed that everyone was done eating and was just talking and sipping on their drinks. She was about to turn back to her conversation when Zack stood up. "OK everyone. I would like to thank Alisha for cooking an excellent meal once again." He paused to let everyone else add their nods or murmured agreements. "Alright, Jacob, for now I would like you to help Sharon clear the table and clean up the kitchen, then you are both free for the night. Kathryn, I think Roger has gone over everything he could for today, so you are free for the night as well. Amy, I would like to see you in my office again to go over some visits I have to make tomorrow. I believe Christy will be here in about ten minutes to help familiarize you with the PDA and laptop assigned to you. You can find me in my office afterward. Once we are through, we can have Roger or even Kathryn take you back to pick up anything you need for an overnight stay. Kathryn, would you like to stay tonight as well or do you have to head home?" Kathryn looked up and down the table. "Yes, I would like to stay, but where would I sleep?" Several variations of "She can sleep in my bed" were heard around the table, but Kathryn made eye contact with Amy, and nodded. A rush of emotions welled up inside the cute blonde; hope, arousal, anticipation, and maybe even a little bit of love for the dark haired beauty. "Well now that that is cleared up, I would be happy to take Amy or Jacob back to get clothes for the night. Plus I need to let my parents know I got a job and will be moving out." "Good. That would work best for everyone. And tomorrow we can arrange a truck to help you move all of your stuff here or into storage as needed." A quiet cough brought everyone's attention to Jacob. "I... um... I don't need to pick anything up. I... uh... already have everything I own with me." That raised a few eyebrows, and caused some looks to be exchanged. Zack smoothly continued speaking. "Roger, is the blue or green car ready right now?" "Both, but I think the green would be better for what they have in mind. More room." "Great, in that case, you take Kathryn and show her the other garage and then after our meeting the girls can go get a few days worth of clothes and anything else they need from their homes." Roger quickly agreed and stood up. Motioning Kathryn to follow, he headed out of the dining room with Kathryn following behind him. Amy watched her go, enjoying the play of muscles beneath the dusky skin of her ass. She felt her nipples harden at the thought of running her hands over that taunt flesh. Looking away, she found Dawn and Alisha both looking at her chest with small smiles on their faces. A faint blush crept over her face and down to the very place they were staring at. Luckily Zack spoke up before she could get more embarrassed. "Sharon. Jacob. If you would please..." He gestured toward the table. Alisha stood up and began stacking dirty dishes while Sharon grabbed bowls and platters of uneaten food. Jacob copied her. Martha, Carlos and Dawn stood up and quietly walked out of the dining room toward their own evening activities. Zack waved at Amy to follow him. Once they were in the hallway heading to the front entryway Amy just had to ask. "Who's Christy?" "Hmm?" Zack appeared to be lost in thought. "Oh, yeah. Christy is... was, my PA. You are taking her place." "Oh. OK." About that time they reached the front hall. They walked in to see a naked, wiggling ass. Amy noticed light tan lines on the wide expansion of flesh. She could probably place her thumbs at the crack and just barely hit the outer edge with her pinkies. It sat on top of well fleshed thighs. Bent over as she was, they were able to see her pussy lips peeking out at them. As she finished removing her panties, she stood up and placed them in a drawer of a wardrobe placed there for just that reason. Amy watched a chest in the upper DDs come into view as she turned. Amy gave her the once over. Short brown hair cut in a wavy pattern, laughing brown eyes, button nose, full lips. Moving further down, those amazing DDs with wide half dollar aureoles and nipples that stuck way the hell out. Her tummy was not flat, but had a cute little pooch to it that lead into a clean shaven mound. From top to bottom she couldn't be more than five foot. She had an open and honest face with dimples when she smiled. She was the pretty band girl next to Amy's cheerleader type. I would love to bury myself in all that soft flesh, to feel those thighs around my head, get my hands on those luscious tits. Run my hands and tongue up and down... "Amy?" The sound of her name brought her out of her fantasies and into the conversation. "Yes? I am sorry, you were saying?" She fought not to blush, hoping they couldn't read her face to see what she was thinking. "This is Christy. She will be helping familiarize you with the equipment and programs you will be using. I will let her take over from here, when she is done come see me in my office please." Zack turned and walked away, leaving the two women to their duties. There was a moment of silence while they studied each other, the smile never leaving Christy's face. Amy watched as she was given the once over by the pretty brunette. "So, how long have you been here?" Christy's voice was soft and it seemed she would break into giggles at any moment. "Little over two hours now. Maybe more, I don't know what time it is." "Just after ten o'clock." "Then two hours is about right." "Wow, two hours and you are already naked? It took me a week to strip down to bra and panties, almost a week more to go with just panties. Hell over a month went by before I took those off to. And here you are, first day. You are braver than I am." "Well, nudity has never been an issue with me or my family. So this is nothing I couldn't handle. It might take me a little longer to get used to the sex, though there are some very beautiful women and gorgeous men here." With a laugh Christy stepped forward. "You know you are one of those beautiful women right? I don't think you are like I was when I got here." "Oh really? What were you like when you got here?" "Lets head toward your room and I will tell you about how I got shanghaied into this house, and why I thank God every day that it happened." She took Amy's hand and headed up the stairs, knowing right where they needed to go. "So you didn't know what the job was when you got hired? How did you handle that? How did that happen?" Amy was curious about this woman. "Well, when he first got started I was just out of college. Gotten my Bachelors in business and the job market at the time SUCKED. I mean nobody was hiring then. Hell even McDonald's wasn't hiring much either. So there I am, got my degree and no job to use it on. Well a friend of mine worked at the Fox's Tail. She always told me I had the body to strip if I could get over my shyness. Said I could make some good money. Well after two months of nothing, my bills were coming due; rent, lights, hell everything. I barely had enough to eat on anymore. So I found her and asked if there were still openings for a stripper. Well there was, so I went down for my 'audition'. There was a whole group of us trying out for the spot. They had us line up on the stage. The manager walked up and down the line looking us over. He pointed at three or four and told them sorry they didn't cut it. Then they moved to rest of us off stage and gave us numbers. They started calling us up to the stage one by one to just dance. Not strip, just show them some of our moves. Well long story short, it came down to three of us. He took each of us into his office one at a time. I went last. When I got my turn he told me that I was a good dancer, had a great face, but my body was plump so if I wanted the job I had to convince him to hire me. Me and my naive self, I asked him how. He pulled out this little bitty dick and told me I had to make him feel good. Well I had never been that kind of girl and I am not now, so I was moving toward the door when it opened and in walked Zack like a knight in shining armor. He was there to let the manager know that he had just bought the place from the owner. When he seen the guy's dick out he asked what was going on. That asshole manager tried to tell him that I pulled his dick out to blow him when he said I couldn't have the job. I thought I was as good as gone when he said it. But Zack sat for a second and then stuck his head back outside the office and said something to someone there. A few minutes later a women walked in, she was in costume for her shift that was about to start. He asked her a few questions after letting her know who he was. When she confirmed that this wasn't the first time the manager had pulled this shit, Zack turned to him and told him he was fired. I thought there was going to be trouble. He started ranting and calling both of us women foul names. When Zack told him to shut up and get the hell out of his building, the asshole took a swing at him. Next thing I know asshole is on the ground with Zack holding one of his wrists and had his foot on the back of the guy's neck. After asshole was carried out by two of the bouncers, Zack asked me if I was still looking to strip. I told him honestly that I was only doing it because I couldn't find the job I wanted. When he asked what I wanted I told him about my degree in business. He stared at me for a moment and then said he needed a PA, his businesses were growing and he needed help. I jumped on it. It was only afterward that I found out about his lifestyle. Didn't exactly fit right in, but I got used to it. Was with him for four years." "Why are you leaving?" Amy was curious. "Well, I met someone. And he doesn't like the way this house is. I love him, so I am moving in with him. He can support me so when he asked me to quit this job I was willing to do so. And here we are at your rooms." Amy looked up, they were outside her suite. Opening the door, she motioned Christy to go fist. They walked to the desk. Christy booted up the laptop, plugged the PDA into its base. With smooth practiced movements she ran through the different programs. The calendar and appointment programs, how to sync the PDA and the computer. She even showed her the house's intranet site where she could leave memos and requests to any other employee. It was quite a setup. All in all it took no more than thirty minutes, maybe less. When they were done, they chatted a little about what the job would require, where she would have to go and how she would act most of the times while traveling with Zack. Amy got a good insight into the Quentin's wide range of businesses. When Christy stood to leave the clock showed 10:53pm. Amy and Christy made their way back to the front door. There in a little cubbyhole stood the wardrobe with several drawers. Christy reached into one and started pulling out her clothes to get dressed again. With a last hug, Christy walked out the door. Amy turned and headed toward Zack's office. * Kathryn followed Roger out of the dining room toward the back of the house. He led her around the garage and into another smaller one with cars in it as well. These were the more normal style cars. A mix of two door and four door with an SUV or two and even a mini-van. None of them would have been out of place on the street her parents lived on. All in all there were seven cars in lined up in two rows. Roger lead her to a dark forest green Jeep Cherokee. "Here, I think this would do nicely for what you have in mind. Enough room in the back to pack whatever you need. Like the rest, it is gassed up and ready to go. It doesn't have the built in systems the Boss's cars do, but you still have a decent GPS system in place with several preloaded locations." "If the Boss, and I assume his wife, uses those other cars, what are these for?" Kathryn asked while looking over the lot. "These are for everyone. You, me, Martha, Sharon, everyone else. Here, let me show you." He led her to a lock box hanging on the wall next to the door leading into the garage. Opening the box showed a keypad set below a series of hooks; all but two had a set of keys hanging on it. Kathryn looked closer, those were not hooks, but actual rings of metal imbedded in the box. Roger quickly typed in a series of letters and numbers and one of the rings snapped open. He took the now free key ring. Closing the box he led her back to Jeep Cherokee. As they were walking back, Kathryn noticed that all the license plates were the same thing. "DAV-" and then a number. The Cherokee plates had the number five. "I see they all have vanity plates. What does the DAV stand for?" Kathryn inquired as they approached the dark green vehicle. "Domus Amor quod Voluptas." Roger's voice had a hint of laughter in it. "Domaa what?" Kathryn replied. "Is that Latin?" She had taken Spanish and Italian in High School and College but didn't keep up with them. Still the words did sound familiar. "Domus Amor quod Voluptas. Loosely translated it means House of Love and Pleasure. The Boss has a sense of humor." Kathryn thought about all she had seen and heard at this strange house today and laughed. It fit perfectly. "Yes, he does. I like it. But why not use "HL&P?" she asked. "That one was already taken. It belongs to some company or other. Now, here we go." Using the keys, he unlocked the Jeep, motioning Kathryn to go around he opened the passenger's side and got in. Kathryn climbed in behind the wheel. "As you can see these are not as wired as the boss's main vehicles. They still have on-board GPS and all the extras you can get. These are available for use by any staff member. So you and Amy can take this one and go pick up whatever you need. I would suggest packing enough for several days. It could take a while to get the movers scheduled out to both of your houses." They looked up at the sound of a door closing. They watched as Zack approached the car they were sitting in. Coming around to the driver's side, he leaned against the top of the car. He handed Kathryn a slip of paper. "Here, this is your ID, username, password and pass code. I just got finished putting you into the system. I will let Roger explain what they are all for, but before I go back in are there any questions you want to ask me?" Kathryn thought for a moment before shaking her head and smiling. "No, I think I am going to love it here. I have definitely loved what has already happened and cannot wait to see what happens next." Zack grinned at her and then turned to walk away. Over his shoulder he said, "Come to my office when you are done here. I still have some minor paperwork you need to fill out." And with that, he was out the door. "Well, now that you have that information, come on and I will show you how to use it." Roger climbed out of the Jeep, beckoning Kathryn to follow him. First he took the keys back to the lock box, and then went out the door and back into the first garage he had shown her. Walking over to the desk, he had her sit down. Pointing out the appropriate information on the paper, he had her sign into the home network. He walked her though the intranet email system. How to access the information on the vehicles. He then walked her back to the employee garage and showed her how to sign out a car using her ID and the car's number.