9 comments/ 103281 views/ 57 favorites Chloe's Internship Ch. 01-05 By: mchucha I'm old to erotic stories, but new to writing. I like it when new writers give intros, so here is mine letting you know what to expect. This story is heavily inspired by dlsloan's stories, which I think are better. The main theme is exhibitionism, but there's also a bit of reluctant sex, anal sex and my own variety of bondage. Mostly these themes will come up in subsequent posts, and I'm not teasing; there will be subsequent posts. This story is completely fictional and not very realistic. I've noticed these qualities bother some people, so I disclaim. This is the first of several parts and I might put the following segments under different categories. This is also the first story I post, so please be cruel. If you like it, let me know. If I get enough good feedback I might turn this into a cartoon : ) Other stuff: don't read this if you're under 18 or if it's illegal where you live. Don't go around making money off of it. Reposting is okay, just let me know where you put it. I might get angry if this ends up somewhere really sketchy or with popups (especially the kind with audio). Chapter 1 "Last summer I worked at a summer camp in Marin. Before that, I babysat on weekends and waited tables back home." Chloe was nervous. She had bused all the way out here from Southern California and the man interviewing her didn't seem like a pushover. "Out here" was way out in the boonies: a small town named Sugar, named after a long forgotten pioneer and buried in the woods of Washington State. "Why did you decide to apply for work here?" Most people thought Brian Stevens was a nice person, though kind of forgettable, but he believed in being tough at interviews. He was a smart guy, trained as an engineer, not a manager. He didn't have much experience being a hardass so maybe he was overcompensating a little. This might explain why the girl looked so nervous. He thought it was kind of surreal since it was usually him that was nervous around pretty girls. "Well, I think I'm a good match for your company. I'm very interested in the software industry and I think working at a startup will give me a lot of exposure." "I see. It says on your resume that you're only minoring in computer science. Your major is political science." Brian's brow furrowed with disappointment. He made an effort not to stare at her sizable tits. "Well, originally, I was interested in political science. I started looking into comp sci after a survey project when the results came back and we had to analyze the statistics. I realized that there was as much to learn from the tools we used to examine our results as from the results of the survey itself." Chloe breathed with some relief. Maybe she could pull this off. Brian nodded pensively. He knew he was going to hire this girl. The job was simple and didn't pay much, and while there were a lot of people looking for work, very few could match this candidate. The blond nineteen year old, a rising junior from San Diego, was pretty, smart enough, eager to please, and willing to come way out to the middle of nowhere to work at his little company. Dedicated. He had a lean, nimble team of ten men who worked nonstop and a female face could, if nothing else, brighten things up. He could feel some power in this situation, and he liked the feeling. Power over a hot coed! He relished the pause in the conversation. She looked adorable, so nervous. It would boost morale to have a hotty around. A nice girl who wasn't a snooty bitch. Plus the guys deserved a reward. After struggling for a couple of years, they were finally starting to turn a profit. Brian pushed the budding dirty thoughts to the back of his mind. This was a professional interview, dammit. "I think we might have an opening for you. Now, don't get excited," he held up a hand, "To be frank, I don't think we'll have much use for you on anything technical. What we do need is someone to take care of the team. We're a bunch of guys, we don't get out much, and we have a ton of work. It would help if we had someone around to clean up and keep us fed, and smart enough to answer phones, take messages and know what crumpled pieces of paper are trash and which are the napkins with the genius sketch for the Next Big Thing. We'll try to teach you some things when we can, but don't get your expectations up. Like I said, we're very busy." Chloe was beaming. Her first office job and it was with SoftTec, just the sort of dynamic little company that made the news with cutting edge technology. She'd actually used a couple of their apps on her iPod, which she had, sadly, had to sell early the previous semester to pay for books. She knew entry level positions involved mainly grunt work, but she was determined to make opportunities for herself to make meaningful contributions. "Since you're only going to be around over the summer, you would be an intern. Our first actually, so there is going to be a trial period. We also don't have much of a budget for the position, but we can offer student credit and $3,000 for the 12 weeks that you'll be around. $1,000 paid out every four weeks. I suppose you'll be needing some money to get set up in town so I can give you $500 now and another $500 on Monday for your first month. Another thing, we're 24/7. I obviously don't expect you to be around all the time, but you should expect to be available at all times if something important comes up. Your standard workday will be from eight to approximately six, but we might need you to stay later. You'll get one day off a week. If we make you work through it, we'll pay you for it, or you can carry it over to the next week." "That's great!" Chloe was too relieved to get the job to pretend to play tough negotiator. As she thought on it further, she realized the money wouldn't actually go very far. It would get her through the summer, but it wouldn't put much of a dent on her massive college bill. She'd still have to get a job during school. At least this would pad her resume with some real experience. "Good. Good." He opened a safe under his desk and brought out a stack of bills. He counted out twenty-five twenties and gave them to Chloe. "Here is the advance on your first paycheck." The new hire could hardly contain her excitement. She had been worrying about how she'd make ends meet before her first check. Brian then pulled an envelope from a stack of boxes next to his cubicle. "And take these home and go over them carefully. They're basic employment forms and the employee handbook. I'll need you to fill everything out before you start work tomorrow." Chloe wasn't too surprised that she would be expected to come in tomorrow, even though it was a Saturday. He had said they were 24/7. Brian had hired a labor lawyer to put together a standard package to give new employees as his company grew. He had no idea what was in there. Watching her take the envelope, his eyes caught on her large breasts. He had trouble looking away and quickly thought of a plausible cover for his wandering gaze. "Also, as you probably noticed, we're pretty casual here. That said, I appreciate the way you've dressed today and I think it would have a good effect on the atmosphere for you to maintain a similar high standard in your attire while you're working for me. Part of your role will be to improve the appearance of this office and dressing professionally will definitely help." Brian hoped none of that came off sleazy. Chloe flushed a little, but seemed to take the instruction as it was intended. "Since I'm asking you to introduce a level of formality, I think it also makes sense to use formal forms of address, such as sir and mister. I hope that's okay with you." Chloe nodded. Brian figured the interview was over, but for a moment couldn't think of what to do. He knew instinctively that he needed to take the initiative. After a slightly awkward pause (he hoped she didn't notice his indecision), he stood up and stuck out his hand. "Chloe, welcome to the team!" Chloe wondered at being addressed by her first name after what Mr. Stevens had just said, but wasn't about to start questioning her boss. Besides, he had said it was her responsibility to bring the formality, not his. "Thank you for the opportunity, Mr. Stevens. I won't disappoint you." Mr. Stevens sounded good coming from her and he was glad he had thought of insisting on the title. "Be sure to come in tomorrow at 8." "Yes, sir." Brian sat down and Chloe walked out of the office. Chloe had been a bit unsure about what she should wear to this interview. She'd always heard that it was important to dress up for interviews, but since this was a software company and a startup, and both were famous for casual attire, she had doubted if formality would be appropriate. When the petite blond had walked in and seen a bunch of guys wearing shorts, Hawaiian prints, Star Wars characters and other geekery, she had not been reassured by her choice of a wool knee length skirt and jacket, white blouse and two inch heels. Walking out through the same nerd menagerie, she felt buoyed by the boss's reassuring words, but dismayed that she only had a couple of reasonably formal outfits before she would have to start getting very creative with her student clothes. Moments after she left, Brian realized the office was eerily quiet. He stepped out and looked over his crack team, looking back at him from behind their workstations. The stares were somewhat unsettling. Brian was never too comfortable being the center of attention and moments like these tempered his shred of guilt over having the only cubicle in the office. "Yes, we hired her." The office erupted into hoots and cheers. Chapter 2 Chloe swayed as the bus hit a small pothole. She was glad there was public transportation and was a little surprised this many people were commuting on a Saturday. All the seats were taken. Clearly, working on the weekend wasn't exceptional in the little town of Sugar. She dreaded what it must be like on the weekdays. Standing 5'2" and slightly built - apart from her breasts - she was apprehensive about being smothered by a large crowd. She already missed her car, or more accurately, the car her mom let her borrow to drive to classes. At least it would save her a bunch of money over the summer. She was also starting to miss her bedroom a little. A lot of students got to enjoy the liberty of dorm life, but Chloe wasn't one of them. Costs had forced her to study close to home, and that meant living with her parents. Now she had her own place; the realization made her smile. Even if it was a tiny box in a small new complex half an hour from work. At least she hoped it was half an hour. Fortunately, she had been able to find something cheap and on the town's only bus route that very same evening. Unfortunately, she had had to sleep on a blanket on the bare floor. Chloe walked through the open door. Two of the guys were already in there, focused on some project. They looked up at the sound of her heels walking to the back corner where Brian kept his cubicle. She had opted for a fitted short-sleeve blouse and slacks for her first day on the job and she had kept her long, curly blond hair loose across her back, hanging to just below her butt. She'd been growing it for ages and was very proud of it. What would she wear tomorrow? Maybe she could get out and do some shopping, but the limited options in a town seemingly populated entirely by men meant she would probably have to order online and wait for days. The office was quite large for the small team. It took up half the second floor of a small office complex and was almost square: fifty feet wide and sixty from the door to the far wall. There were two support columns and two small enclosures next to the front door: on the left, the kitchenette/break room and bathroom, on the right, the conference room. The right side of the room had two rows of computers lined up on either side of Brian's office and set up along the long side of the room, facing away from each other. The left side was empty. Chloe wondered why she hadn't noticed the smell of mold and beer yesterday. She was probably too nervous and excited. Today however, she could see plainly how much these guys needed taking care of. Brian stepped out of his cubicle, looked at his watch and smiled. "Three minutes early! Let's get you started. Let me introduce you to some of the team." He took the papers from the smiling intern. "This is Mark Harris and Carlos Magnini. They've been here overnight working out some problems we found that are making our applications crash on the new Xcorp OS." Mark and Carlos looked tired and wired. Whatever coherent thoughts they had weren't directed to handling social chit chat. Mark stared in a way that some part of his mind considered polite for a period that same part of his mind told him was the acceptable length of time. Meanwhile, the part of his brain that sent blood to his penis reinforced the instruction to continue staring. After a weirdly long length of time, he said "hey" and turned back to his monitor, his face slowly migrating closer to the screen. Carlos went through a similar, slightly more sentient process and managed to ask her name and welcome her to the company before turning back to his work. "Well, I guess we should start with the obvious." Brian indicated the cans of beer and energy drinks, snack wrappers, pizza boxes, etc. decorating the desks. "Just keep a lookout for scribblings. These guys have been known to scratch epiphanies into coke cans." Chloe spent the rest of the day cleaning, bringing food and refilling coffees. By ten, the whole team had come in and she had her hands full. It soon became apparent that her hair would get in the way so she tied it off into a long ponytail. Because of its length, she had to tie it off at a few points along its length with rubber bands to keep it under control. She noticed a lot of looks as the day wore on, especially when she got on her hands and knees to clean up a stain, or bent over to drop off a plate of pizza. She was used to guys staring, and it kind of creeped her out. On the other hand, she realized she would have to work with these guys all summer and there weren't any other girls in the office. They could hardly be blamed for looking. Why make it an issue? She caught the looks and smiled back. She'd waited tables, and remembered to simply be nice and forgiving. The guys were pretty confused at first. None of them had all that much experience with women, and no one had ever gotten a smile from a girl this hot - except maybe from a waitress at an upscale strip club. They also weren't used to being addressed by their last names, but the small token of respect didn't hurt their morale any. It took some getting used to before they started to smile back. Brian noticed what was going on, and how the mood in the room improved noticeably throughout the day. At first, part of Brian worried that the guys would get distracted, then he considered that the bulk of the work was finding creative solutions. Happy people were more relaxed, and relaxed people thought more creatively. On balance, keeping the guys in a good mood was probably better for the bottom line than keeping them stressed. There was also the fact that these guys worked enough as it is, and any more stress would likely drive half of them away. Brian noticed Chloe standing around just after lunch, fidgeting at the end of the double lines of workstations. He figured something might be wrong and called her over. He noticed Craig and Peter snuck a glance at her tight ass. Craig bit his lip. "Is something the matter?" Brian worried the stares were making her uncomfortable. Damn his luck to get a hot intern and have her run away scared because his company was full of lechers. "I'm sorry, Mr. Stevens, but I've cleaned up everything and gotten everyone food, but there's nothing to do now." "How about I have you answer phones? It shouldn't be very busy today, so you should be able to ease into the task." "Great! Where do I sit?" Brian couldn't believe he hadn't thought of that. No wonder she was standing around. "Good question. All the desks are taken and we don't have any chairs in the conference rooms - it turns out having everyone stand at meetings make them go faster, anyway... The stools from the kitchen!" They walked over to the kitchenette, which had a small bar with several tall stools. Brian placed it where Chloe had been standing earlier and gave her a smart phone and a head set. The smart phone had wifi access and he showed her how to check his calendar. She would be able to take calls and keep an eye on the guys' needs from her perch. Brian thought his solution was ideal and went back to work. The afternoon passed slowly. A couple of calls came in, and she picked up lunch trash. The guys looked up at her from time to time. She smiled back, feeling pretty exposed sitting high up in a stool around a bunch of tense computer dorks. Some time had passed since lunch and the guys were getting immersed. The rate of curse words rose as the guys got into their projects and ran into their respective brick walls and hurdles. One of the guys, Jeff Postolski, spilled a coke on his pants and shot back from his computer swearing. Chloe ran to the kitchen in her two inch pumps and grabbed the paper towels. Between the spill and the clicking heels, everyone had turned around (except Mark, who had been engrossed in his assignment since yesterday and catatonic to the outside world) in time to look at Chloe's tight bubble butt hurrying to the kitchen. On the way back, they were treated to her generous boobs bouncing around as she brought the roll of paper towels. She gave the towels to Jeff, who inwardly groaned. If only she would dry him personally. "Oh, Mr. Postolski, we should really get you to the kitchen to clean you up. Please stand." She knelt down to mop up the spill on the floor. Realizing she was getting a lot of looks made her feel self conscious, but also a little turned on. Being gawked at all day, even by this crowd, was a little flattering. Maybe she wiggled her ass a little more than mopping required. Moments later, she walked to the kitchen with Jeff in tow. A few of the guys were tempted to spill drinks on themselves if it meant alone time with the hotty. Chloe went behind the bar to the sink and soaked a wash cloth. She passed it back to Jeff, still smiling. Smiling was important. He looked sheepishly at her. "Thanks, that was pretty clumsy of me." "Don't worry about it. I know you must have been focusing pretty hard. I haven't even seen you go to the bathroom and you've had like three cans of..." "Oh right, now that you mention it." Jeff suddenly realized just how full his bladder was. "I really do need to go." He rushed past her, blushing and feeling like an idiot. He was the first guy alone with this chick, and he had to pee too badly to enjoy it. Aside from that, this was the longest conversation he'd had with a girl in.... He definitely didn't want to finish that thought. Chloe walked back to the work area. She realized Jeff was probably pretty mortified. What he needed now was to feel respected. She finished cleaning up the spill and put a fresh can of coke by his keyboard, then went back to her post. Jeff was hesitant to come back and took his time soaking up the coke from his jeans and emptying his bladder. He came back as nonchalantly as he could. Chloe turned to him and gave him a genuine smile. "I got you a new coke, Mr. Postolski. Please let me know if you need anything else." He heard the words and felt the honesty, and he saw the new can, but Jeff was used to being teased. Part of him told him she was mocking him. Another part clung to her last sentence. Anything.... Chloe's Internship Ch. 01-05 Brian noted some time later that the cursing had come down and the tension seemed lower since Jeff had spilled his drink. Brian was a smart guy, and he had been focusing on management all day. Since Chloe was a new element, he had been paying attention to how the guys reacted to her. When she was moving around, cleaning, the mood in the office seemed better. Right until after lunch, when Chloe was sitting behind the guys, idle, things got more tense. Tenser than usual. Then Jeff spilled the coke, and everything got better again. Brian realized two things. Chloe's position put her behind everyone, which meant that she could look at all the guy's computers. Brian knew for a fact that the guys liked looking at porn off and on throughout the day to rest their minds, and occasionally they'd hit the bathroom to relieve tension. With Chloe looking over their shoulders, they had had to cut back. On the one hand, the idea of firing his only female employ to let his guys beat off seemed fundamentally wrong, on the other, he liked to keep the stress down and his men happy. On balance, having a real woman, and a very attractive one at that, though fully clothed, seemed to have a similar and better effect on morale than nudy pictures. But the men should still get their porn. Which brought him to the second thing. His focus had been on letting Chloe keep an eye on things to make sure everyone's needs were met. He hadn't fully considered the fact that it was important for her to be seen. Perhaps more important. He prided himself on being a good engineer, and good engineers solved problems. This problem had a simple answer. That night, after Chloe had left, he called a meeting: everyone swiveled in his chair to look at the center (they'd actually used the conference room one time, now it was half full of computers and files). "So what do you guys think of Chloe?" From Mark, "Who?" No one wanted to go first. Girls were a strange topic. "Okay, I'll make this easy. Close your eyes and raise your hand if you think she's a good addition to the team." This produced grins. All hands rose but Mark's, who looked disoriented. Everyone suspected he had some degree of autism, but no one could argue his work was anything but top notch. Brian let it pass. "Alright, so we like her. Good. I think she has a good effect on all of us." This produced smirks, and a snicker from Craig. Brian gave him a look. "Since she brings a different element, I think we need to adapt. First, and I don't even need to say this, behave, there's a lady present now. Second, as you have noticed, I have asked her to refer to you all by your surnames. This isn't a policy for the office, I'm not about to start calling you Mr. Magnani and Mr. Harris, but I think it adds a level of professionalism for her to address us more formally. I think it worked today. If no one objects, we'll keep it." Brian paused for comment. There were some hesitant looks but no one said anything. He continued, "Third, I suggest changing the layout. How do you guys feel about turning your computers towards the center?" There were some confused looks at first. Craig got it first. "I vote in favor." "Wait, why?" This from Carlos. "Eye contact. Facing away from each other is fine in a way, it lets you turn around and talk, and team up on a computer easily. There are advantages, that's why we set up this way. Facing towards the center, though, eye contact is easier. You just look over your monitor to talk to someone. Since Chloe is here, it will let you talk to her directly. It will also give you privacy when you don't want other people looking over your shoulder." Brian let this sink in. He was letting them know they could look at porn and gawk at the new girl. He saw nods and smiles. "Great. Just turn your computers around before you leave today." Chapter 3 The change was immediately effective. Brian checked the servers and file production was constant, but his guys seemed more relaxed. Chloe was doing a great job. She was coming across as a very nice girl and she was having a positive influence. It didn't hurt that she was wearing a skirt either. The guys definitely liked her bare calves rising from the high rungs of the stool and going up.... The night before she'd put her hair in a long braid, held together at the bottom with a tasteful black elastic band. It hung down over her butt and bounced with each step, drawing as much attention to her back as to the massive globes stretching out her top in front. Chloe noticed that the guys were warming up to her. Every time they looked up, there she was, smiling back with her best waitress face. Shortly after noon, she decided to go around taking everyone's lunch order. Unlike yesterday, some of the guys started calling her over. A regularly scheduled lunch was a new thing for the guys. It was one of the few reminders they got that the day was passing by. Brian wondered if this would lead to regular lunch breaks with everyone eating at a single table (the conference room possibly) at the same time. Brian realized he hadn't had a sit down meal since March when he actually met clients in person. He also realized he was hungry and called her over to place his order. Around six, Chloe emailed Brian, asking to talk. Brian met her in the kitchenette where the others wouldn't overhear. "Sorry to bother, Mr. Stevens, but I have a small problem." "Go ahead, what's the matter?" "Well, you asked me to dress professionally. The problem is, I only have two outfits that fit the bill." "Really?" "Yes, didn't you notice, this is the same blouse and skirt from Friday." "Ah, I see." The clothes did look a little familiar. Brian hoped she hadn't done something with her hair, he had painful memories of not noticing hair. Just to be safe, "Have you done something with your hair, it looks a little different?" "Yes, actually, I put it in a braid." "Well it looks very nice," Brian looked at her with understanding, "I'm glad that you realize how important it is for you to dress well. Take the morning off to get what you need and since this is work related, you can consider yourself on the clock." "Really? Thanks, sir." Chloe considered pointing out that clothes cost money, and she seriously doubted that her pay would cover it. She figured that she was pretty fortunate to have found this job though, and didn't want to push her luck asking for an expense account for clothes. Who ever heard of a clothing allowance for a college intern? With the town's 85 percent male population, there was the added little problem of finding a clothing shop for women in this small town in four hours. She figured she'd have to manage and hid her disappointment. "Great! Thanks for understanding, Mr. Stevens." "No problem," Brian commended himself for being tough but fair. Four hours was ample time to buy clothes. That night at home, Chloe went online on an unsecured network in the building. She had gone out and bought a cheap futon mattress from craigslist and the seller had shown no problem delivering it in person. The guy had seemed pretty psyched to get a call from a girl and had been stunned speechless when he saw her in person. The thin mattress was now the closest thing she had to furniture and she was sitting on it, leaning up against the wall. Hopefully it didn't have bedbugs. She started searching for professional clothes online, but was far from optimistic. She barely had any money in the bank and had promised most of it to the landlady. She didn't want to wear random cheap crap either. Her standards weren't too high, but she did have some pride and she didn't want to wear random crap. In any case, Mr. Stevens had specifically asked her to dress well. She found a nice skirt suit at a drastically reduced price from a discounter and put it in her cart, but realized quickly that even shopping heavily discounted clothes would exceed her budget. She figured she'd go back to craigslist and searched for "lady's formal" in or around Sugar. After a few letdowns, she smiled and dialed a number into her office smart phone. Chapter 4 First thing Monday morning, Chloe called to reassure Brian that she would be in at noon, as discussed. She had found a solution for her clothing problem. Chloe took the bus to Sugar's main shopping district, a strip mall with a supermarket anchor in walking distance to work. With the preponderance of men in town, she was impressed enough of them cooked to justify a whole supermarket. The tailor had a pretty small shop, but big enough to walk around in. He was a short, round man with a bald plate and kind eyes lit up in excitement. "Hello, hello, you must be Chloe, I'm Arthur Kaliakides, I'm so glad you could make it! Please, call me Arthur." "Hi! Yes, your offer sounded very interesting." "Oh, it's an honor for me. I've been dreaming of an opportunity like this for ages. I thought for sure that I would be stuck with men's suits. My niece told me about craigslist, and I thought, what the heck. I'll put up an ad. And here you are. This is wonderful!" "So, how do we do this?" "Yes, yes. It's funny, it's been years since I measured a woman. Thank you for this opportunity." Arthur moved to lock the door and closed the curtains. "Please, disrobe. I will go get my tape." "I just want to make sure I understand. You will make clothes for me, free of charge, as long as you get to photograph the finished look and I agree to wear what you make." Chloe was down to her panties when he came in. She covered her breasts instinctively, but curiously didn't feel all that embarrassed. "Yes, if that's alright with you." Arthur was already measuring her waist. "Now stand still, stomach in, shoulders down, arms to your sides.... That's perfect, thank you." Arthur measured 21 and wrote down 20. "Well, I need this clothes for work, so it has to be appropriate." "Oh? Where are you working." "It's this small startup called SoftTec, I don't know if you've heard of it. It's a bunch of programmer guys...." She finished that sentence with a gasp as Arthur's old hands brushed her nipples. "Breathe out.... They will have no problem with the clothes, I assure you." Arthur smiled to himself. 26 around below the tits, 36 around the nipples. He did the math, this girl was a 30 F! And what a pair! He smiled to himself, yes, the guys she worked with would have no problem with his clothes. "There's something else, when can you have something ready? I'm all out of clean clothes to wear to work and I don't want to have to come in wearing my day clothes." "Oh, don't worry. I can throw something together in a couple of hours. How about something a little different? Let's see." 30 hips, 32 inches from heel to crotch. Arthur couldn't remember the last time he'd measured such a hot body. He set about collecting materials, Chloe saw him pick up a pair of slacks and some white linen. "Now, my dear, you have very nice legs and there's something I've been thinking of trying. Put these on, please." Chloe slipped on the slacks. This being predominantly a menswear store, these were men's pants, but they fit pretty well across the waist, if a little low. Her cotton panties stuck out above noticeably. Chloe saw him mark off the pants with chalk two inches below her crotch. "There's a new trend for formal shorts. The beauty is that they can be shorter than skirts and still be acceptable in an office environment. Take a look." Arthur walked her over to a mirror and showed her the marks. "We make cuffs here, like on pants, but shorter, and worn with stockings, the look is beautiful." "But!" Chloe was wary about his explanation. Arthur cut her off. "No buts! Remember, I will make you look good for the office, but you have to be my model." Arthur looked saddened, "if you don' like the deal, then we are done here." Chloe was doubtful but relented. "OK, do your thing." After ninety minutes of fitting, cutting and sewing, Arthur had the look he wanted. Chloe wasn't so sure, but she did look good. Would it be too much? She wasn't too far from the office, so she decided to walk. Since she had come in with sneakers, Arthur had let her borrow some three inch black pumps he kept for fittings. He had a few sizes and one of them happened to be hers. He had made her a sleeveless blouse out of white linen that hugged her like a glove. Chloe found that it made her suck her stomach in more than she was used to. There was a long stretch from her neck to her generous breasts. The blouse didn't gape open too wide, but it did push her tits up and a long stretch of flesh pushed up from just above nipple level. Arthur had forbidden her bra, and fortunately the blouse was thick enough that her pink nubs were only visible as pale shadows and were not too noticeable through the fabric. The blouse ended about three inches above the shorts, which sat low enough that Chloe had had to borrow a razor from Arthur to trim a little off the top of her bush. The shorts worried her. Arthur had forbidden panties, so she could feel them rubbing up against her sensitive bits. He had also insisted that she wear stockings, which was all he had in stock by way of hosiery. Sheer black stockings that went up almost to her butt. The cuff on the shorts was an inch thick all the way around. It wrapped around tight and high, pressing up on either side of her vulva, outlining the bulge, if not the camel toe, and the cuff went an inch down each they on the front. But then the cuff rode up between her cheeks, not around her thighs, and came out out half an inch above the bottom of her butt. As high as the stockings were, there were a good two inches between where they ended and her clothes started. Thankfully they covered the top of her ass if not much more. Chloe thought about what the tailor had said and had to agree that the guys would probably not have a problem. She got appreciative looks and whistles on the streets, but the reaction in the office was much more dramatic. Work stopped as she clicked into the office. She picked up her head set and smart phone and hopped up into her stool with a gasp as the cool vinyl seat touched her bare bottom. The guys loved the sight of her big bra-less tits jiggling as she hopped up on the stool and were fixated on the inches of skin so high up on her legs between the nylons and the short shorts. So high. Against the dark material of her shorts and her sheer black stockings, her pale skin practically glowed. And then there was that gap between her little blouse and the low waist of the shorts. Brian took in their reaction, trying hard to keep his own in check. As the boss, he had to take the distractions in life in stride. A couple of his men got up to go to the bathroom. Coming back, they almost had to turn around after seeing her from behind. Sitting made the shorts ride up further and a full third of those pert globes were fully bared, framing the long braid that dropped between and behind them. Nothing but her skin was resting on that stool. Brian thought the clothes were a bit too revealing and might be a problematic distraction, but he liked to make decisions based on facts. He would hold off on a verdict until he saw how much work his men had done by the end of the day. Since Chloe arrived around the same time she'd taken everyone's lunch order the day before, she saw an excellent opportunity to show how proactive she was. She wrote an email to ask everyone what they wanted to eat. She was about to send it, but then realized the guys saw nothing but screen most of their waking hours. Human interaction would do them well. Hopping down, she began to make the rounds. She leaned across the first desk to her right and tapped a bony shoulder. "Mr. Sinclair?" The left side of the room noticed her before Edward did. Calling their attention was a vision of ridiculous perfection in the form of slender legs and a tight ass, mostly naked, as the intern diligently took down a lunch order. Chloe wasn't too tall, just over five feet without the heels, and she had to lean over a good seventy degrees with her legs straight to reach across the wide desk. This was more than enough to pull her round cheeks out from under the tiny shorts. Brian looked through the one way mirror at the show and contemplated getting a camera. Suddenly a pen rolled out on the floor behind her. "Dang, sorry about that," said Craig, "I was just writing out my order for you and my pen slipped. Could you get that for me?" Chloe smiled in understanding at the implausible explanation. The move was pretty sleazy, but harmless. She figured it was best to play along and get on their good side. If she wanted to get a better job after this, she would need some good reviews from her first office stint, and if that took some flirting and showing off, it was no skin off her neck. She turned around with her legs shoulder width apart and bent over to get the pen. Reaching down between her stretched out legs, she looked back over her shoulder and gave him a wink. Craig attempted to hide his blush behind a smug grin. A minute later, Edward pushed over a small stack of papers. "Oops." Chloe strode over and repeated the act, more slowly this time. Craig and a couple of other guys started the whistling. Chloe was starting to dig the attention. She didn't really find these guys attractive, and she'd persuaded herself to strut her stuff for them to earn their favor, but still, a part of her really got into having a bunch of eyes lusting after her. She also realized it was getting all these guys to relax. Compared to yesterday, the room didn't feel quite as tense and serious. She was starting to have fun. Sanjay saw competition on the dropped goods front and raised the bar. He knocked his coke off the front of his desk, "Ah damn, lucky I didn't get that on my keyboard! I'm so sorry, Chloe." "You guys are sure making a mess, and you haven't even started lunch!" Shaking her head in mock exasperation, she walked over to the kitchen and grabbed the paper towels. If things kept up like this, she figured she would need to upgrade their cleaning supplies or risk decimating the local forest. When she got between the desks, she decided to really play along. Slowly she tore off a line of paper sheets, got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to the spillage, letting her butt sway while keeping her eyes on Sanjay's until the table blocked her view. Sanjay realized he should have spilled his coke on the other side of the room. Maybe next time he would just throw it where he could see her best. The sexy act had unfortunately distracted Chloe from looking at the slowly growing spill gurgling out of the soda can and she noticed too late that it was now under her hands and soaking into her stockings and hair. She took her time mopping up before standing, knowing the guys were watching her. The attention was really warming her up. She wondered if she was some kind of slut, getting off on people looking at her tits and ass. She got up and snapped eleven brains out of a swaying ass induced trance. Chloe found she had to catch her breath. Looking down, she considered what to do about her sticky stockings and the drying coke her hair had picked up when she had dragged it through the mess. "Look, now I'm all sticky. Thank you very much, Mr. Verma." For a second Sanjay thought she might be upset and started to come up with an excuse. It wasn't the first time some girl had scolded him and he had a pretty quick reflex. His jaw was too slack this time though as he was stuck watching Chloe improvise. The intern had pulled her braid up and was licking its length. It struck her that this was weird, but she didn't want her hair to swing back and splash coke on her new blouse. Besides, it had been pretty stupid of her to have crawled right into the spilled coke and she thought doing something kind of sexy, if odd, would distract from her clumsiness. Plus she had a good feeling her little show would earn her more brownie points with this crowd. She continued to lick and suck, slowly moving to the end and impulsively swallowing and slurping on the last few inches. The only thing moving on Sanjay's face were his staring eyes. Chloe's Internship Ch. 01-05 When she had licked and sucked away the coke, his focus shifted to her long right leg as she turned and swung it up straight on the high seat. She slowly reached across it's full length and pulled off her pump, placing it next to her foot on the stool. Years of yoga had made her very flexible, a fact that was not lost on anyone as she slid her hands back to the top of the sticky legging and start rolling it down. All eyes were fixed on the show of creamy leg coming into view. Finished, she put her shoe on her bare foot and repeated the process on her left foot. With exaggerated primness, she collected the two rolled up nylons and dropped them off on Sanjay's desk. "These are ruined so you might as well keep them since it's your own fault." Sanjay's jaw was still slack. Chloe thought he looked adorable gawping like that. She leaned forward with a foot in the air, pressed up on his chin with her index finger and kissed him on the forehead. The room went silent and Chloe started having doubts. Had she gotten too carried away? That's when the applause started. Gradually it filled the room as the guys gave her a standing ovation. She almost keeled over with relief. Instinctively she bowed, then bowed more deeply and slowly, grinning at her audience knowingly as the applause only grew louder. Minutes later, Sanjay found himself standing in line for the bathroom. Chloe used the opportunity to place all the orders for food. She had a feeling that a look at her might be enough of a tip for the delivery guys when she met them in the lobby. By the time lunch was over, the bathroom had seen more action than in any single day prior, and the guys were programming serenely. Craig was feeling pretty bold. This girl was nice and she was hot. Plus, he knew what Brian was paying her. For this group, any encrypted data was a neon bulls-eye and soon enough everyone would hack their way in, so Brian didn't even try to hide anything. For the meager amount of money, she had to want to be there, probably because they kicked ass and she knew it. This fact spoke well for her. And the way she acted, there was no way there was a boyfriend in the picture. The way she had winked at him earlier was on his mind and he hadn't stopped grinning all day. He wasn't that bad looking, compared to the pack of dorks he worked with anyway. A little out of shape, sure, but not terribly. He played on the Wii a few times a week. Maybe she was one of those girls into brains. He figured he had to try his luck. As Chloe was leaving for the day, she made the rounds picking up empty drinks and Doritos bags. Craig pretended to look at the computer but his mind raced, now or never (or tomorrow anyway, but if I wait the other guys might get ideas. She had kissed Sanjay...) "Hey, Chloe, do you have any plans tonight?" Chloe turned and looked at him, slightly off guard. This was new. "No, Mr. Brown. Why?" Opportunity! But now what? The plan was hypothetical. He hadn't seriously planned for this outcome! "Well.... er... Do you want to have dinner?" "That sounds good. Where do you have in mind?" The first place that shot to mind, "How about Burger Shack?" What the fuck was he thinking? "OK...," Chloe saw the nervousness and wanted to cut him some slack. In the back of her mind section 17 of the employee handbook was nagging her about the office relationships regulations. But hey, this was only dinner at the Burger Shack. "So what time do we meet? And where is it? I don't have a car." "Oh..." he was on the home stretch now. He had the yes, he had the place, he had the car. "How about I pick you up around 8? Where do you live?" Ears perked up. This was a hell of a show. Craig had achieved the miraculous: A stunningly hot girl had said yes to one on one time with him. A hot girl with very large tits. And now she was about to just give out her address! What they would do with that information wasn't all that important right now. What was important, and strangely cock stiffening, was that this was personal information. They'd seen more leg and tit shaking than they deserved, and now they were getting something about Chloe, the person, beyond the office persona. There was even a pause between the question and answer that heightened the moment. "Do you have something to write it down on, sir?" Craig had his smart phone out, "It has voice recognition." "I live at 193 West North Street, Unit 3B." "Got it," Craig figured he was probably dreaming and pushed his luck. He was in full fantasy mode, so it actually came out sounding confident, "By the way, this place is pretty casual. You don't need to wear this stuffy business clothes. Wear something hot." Chloe couldn't help laughing a little. Seeing how confident she had made him by accepting his offer, she didn't want to burst his bubble and humored him. She gave him a genuine smile, "Yes, sir! I'll see you at 8." Craig was a little thrown off by her laughter. Was she putting him on? He wasn't about to show doubt though, and that smile looked pretty real. Chloe walked over to the boss's office. "Hi Mr. Stevens, I'm taking off." She heard high fiving behind her. "See you tomorrow. And listen, I'm happy that you found suitable clothes on such short notice. " Chloe gave a hesitant grin, she wasn't so sure about the clothes herself. "Um, no problem." Brian believed new employees needed constant feedback to put them on the right track. Chloe deserved compliments for her performance today. "I appreciate how seriously you took my instructions. Work attire is very important to meet the objectives of your job, and it goes without saying that you exceeded expectations. The file log shows a noticeable improvement in productivity since you started, and today that improvement shot up dramatically. By contrast, if you had come in wearing jeans and a t-shirt, I doubt there would have been much of an uptick." "Wow, I had no idea," Chloe was thrown off. She had walked in expecting stern words for her attire and behavior. When Mr. Stevens had told her that her clothes were perfectly acceptable, she had been surprised. Finding out that the clothes she wore boosted productivity was completely unexpected. "You're doing a great job, Chloe, keep it up. And have fun tonight. By the way, the Big West Burger is excellent." Walking out, Chloe thought about what Mr. Stevens had said. Somehow, dressing like a slutty secretary was good for the company. Maybe it had to do with her making the guys feel good. She had smiled and showered them with attention all day, which they probably weren't used to. Perhaps it was making them confident and in charge, and those thoughts weren't compatible with failure. She suddenly had a sinking feeling. Mr. Brown thought he was taking her out on a date, if he thought he failed, he'd get bitter. From the impression he gave her, Chloe doubted he'd react well to that. Mr. Brown had to have a good date. He might have been joking when he told her to dress hot, but she had a strong feeling the humorous tone was a thin cover for what he really wanted, and obviously he wanted her to look even hotter than she had at work. Mr. Brown would need to find a girl dressed like a hot slut when he pulled up to her front door. Chapter 5 She had two hours until he showed up, no time to swing by Arthur's and have him make something on the spot, but enough to get home and make do with her regular clothes. Thinking of Arthur, she remembered she'd need another outfit from him for tomorrow. "Hello, Chloe! Tell me, was I right about the clothes?" "Oh, absolutely. They loved what you made for me. You were totally right." If she wanted newly tailored clothes for tomorrow morning, it wouldn't hurt to butter the old man up. "Good good." "Hey, I was wondering. I don't suppose you can have something ready for tomorrow, can you?" "Don't worry. I have something even better. You'll see." "What is it?" She was thrilled. He actually sounded eager. The man had to be a saint to be making her clothes for free. "Ha! Tell you? And ruin the surprise? No way Jose." "Please." "No! Come by first thing tomorrow and you'll see it for yourself." "Fine." "One thing, though. Do you have heels?" "Yes." "I need something black, open, with a strap around the ankle. Do you have anything like that?" "I do." "Great, bring them tomorrow. Good night." Arthur hung up. Now she just had to think about the here and now. Mr. Brown liked the shorts - everyone liked the shorts - so she would stick with shorts tonight. And Burger Shack was a casual establishment, so denim was probably the way to go. She had tight, low riding little jean shorts, but they weren't quite as short as the ones she had worn all day. These would need some trimming. She cut up across the bottom of the pockets. Then she cut a little more. For good measure, she cut off the waistband and put them on. Realizing immediately that panties would show. The top of the shorts grazed the top of her crack, and a third of her cheeks showed under the bottom. Up front, she felt the seam digging in. Without the short legs originally attached to the bottom, nothing kept the tight denim from riding up, but luckily the material was too thick to give her a camel toe. The shorts were now so short, they rose higher on her thighs than over her pussy and if she spread her legs, the sides of her mound would show. For the top, she put on a tight yellow UCSD shirt, cropped above her navel and thin enough to show the shape of her nipples. She put on white sandals with three inch heels and white plastic hoop earrings and went to work on her makeup. Not too thick, though. She was going for hot, slutty but kind of innocent. A hot college girl. Craig showed up right on time in his pickup. Seeing her come out, he started to sweat. He thought she thought he was joking when he asked her to dress hot. Was he? How could he expect she would dress this hot. He started to panic and reminded himself to breathe. Ten seconds. Nine till she was in the car. His dick did nothing but stiffen. She opened the door and hopped into the seat. Big smile on her face. Somehow it was different than at the office. It was all for him, and it was a little more than friendly. Or was it? She looked kind of excited. He looked so nervous, Chloe leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Hi, Mr. Brown. I can't wait to check out this burger place!" Craig's cock hadn't dwindled any on the drive. He had thought about asking her to call him Craig, not Mr. Brown, but couldn't bring himself to say much. What little he did manage to articulate was safe, bragging. Being called Mr. put distance between him and her and gave him a measure of security. She was too close, he was too hard, and the situation was making him nervous. When they arrived, he asked Chloe to find a table while he parked. He tried hard not to look at the twin hemispheres poking out under her shorts as she walked into the restaurant. Thinking of his grandmother's dog's hairy balls helped improve his composure a little. It took a minute to drop from flagpole to limp wrist, and he hoped sitting at the table would help hide future insurrections. Chloe was waiting patiently and Craig moved quickly to make sure he was seated before he was up again. Face to face with her put him in direct view of her large jugs. They molded into that thin scrap of yellow cotton with their nipples reaching out to bore into his eyes straight to the part of his brain that sent more blood to his dick. He had sat down just in time. He licked his lips. A part of his brain, a small part, sent a message that he was staring. He dismissed it and killed the messenger. This view was too good to miss! "I heard the Big West Burger's good," Chloe broke the ice. She had never been faced with a guy so focused on her tits. It was a little unsettling. But she had dressed for it. "Oh yeah. You'll love it." "So what do you do around here, when you actually get out of that place?" "Well, there's this place. There's the movies. Sometimes some of us get together and play paintball." Craig figured he wouldn't bring up the video games just yet. "I've never played paintball. Where is it?" "About an hour north. It's a great place. We go up pretty often." Craig embellished the outings with some details inspired by his adventures in Halo. He spoke about work. Noting Chloe's increasing interest, he waxed elaborately on his heroic coding and genius programs. Chloe noted with some relief that he turned his gaze from her hard nipples - and why were they hard? At least part of the time anyway. He now alternated between looking at his food, her face and random places in space in addition to her breasts. In spite of his intermittently lecherous glare, Chloe was actually getting interested in what he talked about. Bullshit programming heroics aside, she was learning a lot more about the business on this 'date' (was it a date or was it a casual outing?) than prancing around all day for the guys. But the monologue was a little too much. She was genuinely interested in the business, but Craig just went on and on. She slid her foot to touch his, and suddenly he lost his train of thought. "I'm having a good time." Chloe wasn't sure where she was taking this encounter, but it had gone on long enough. She just had to figure out a way to end things and keep the man's fragile ego intact. No, she had to work out how to leave Mr. Brown feeling better about himself than he had at the beginning. That's what he had come to expect from this date, and he wouldn't be happy otherwise. "Oh yeah?" "The food's good. Thanks for bringing me out here." "Well, you're uh, welcome." Craig was flushed. Her foot stayed put. "It's getting late, though. I like to get up early to get some exercise in." It was getting late. "Would you mind taking me home?" "Sure." Now Chloe could feel time running out. He was taking her home, and it had definitely put him on a high. She ran a serious risk of letting him down, which would be completely unacceptable. Craig wasn't a guy she could afford to have bitter at her for the whole summer. Would she have to put out? She also didn't want him to think he was staking his claim on her. Not only was the idea of being considered his girlfriend repugnant, it would probably make things equally difficult at work. Everyone said relationships among colleagues were a bad idea. They were riding back through the woods a couple hundred yards from her complex when she decided to act. "That was a very educational dinner. Thanks." "You're very welcome. It was absolutely my pleasure." She put her hand on his thigh and looked at him. The steering wheel jerked. "Can you pull over for a sec?" Craig almost crashed into a tree. Chloe's hand slid lower as she held his gaze with a serious look. "Listen, this was really very nice, Mr. Brown... and this is really very hard. You know, we're going to have to work together all summer, and I think you guys are all pretty great. I want to be your friend, and I want to be your coworker, and that's it. Is that okay?" Craig's heart fell. So she was just a tease. Brilliant. "Sure. That's fine with me." Chloe smiled, "I also want to give you the best blowjob you've ever had, Mr. Brown. Are you okay with that?" Craig beamed. Chloe took that as a yes. She bent over across the seat and grabbed his fly with her teeth, slowly pulling down. The sound was the sweetest thing in the world to Craig's ears. Chloe worried he would blow as soon as she fumbled around for his dick and opted to let him handle the extraction for safety reasons. "I want to see you pull it out. Show it to me." Craig eagerly complied. It was about average, clean and cut. "I'll take it from here." Her breath felt delicious. She avoided the sensitive head and wrapped her lips around the side. Holding his dick like a bone in her lips and kissing deeply. This relaxed him a bit. She started to lick up and down. Her tongue felt the blood pulsing. Gradually, she opened her mouth and swallowed his head, pressing her lips over his shaft and moaning into it. Craig moaned back. She went all the way down, feeling his head pass into her throat. On the way back up, she sucked hard. By the time her lips hit the bottom of his mushroom, Craig jerked and popped, catching Chloe off guard. His dick had involuntarily slipped free and sprayed her mouth and nose, most of it falling back to his crotch. Chloe looked at the mess on his curly pubes and his sticky dick. There was no way she was licking it up, but she couldn't just leave him like that either. "Umm... That was nice. But now you're all dirty and it's all my fault." Chloe pouted in a high, little girl voice. Craig was dazed. "Tell you what," impulsively, she took her shirt off, she was winging it, and the little performance felt a lot more kinky than she expected. Craig's eyes bulged, his dick heard the bell for round two. "Take this to clean up. It's the least I can do, Mr. Brown." Chloe handed over the little shirt with one hand while the other coyly draped over the nipples of her double handful torpedoes. She leaned in to plant a firm kiss on his lips for good measure. Craig took the shirt with both hands, clutching it like some lost Star Wars sequel that had actually been OK. "See you at work!" Chloe bounced out of the truck and into the headlights. Craig grabbed his cock reflexively through the shirt and stared dumb. Her tits were so big he could see them from behind as they jiggled. She was out there, wearing nothing but shorts, very very small shorts (Craig was convinced by now that she couldn't be wearing panties) and heels. Her ass was just hanging out! Craig came again almost as hard as the first time. Good thing he had that shirt. He would absolutely treasure it. Right after he put it through the wash.