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The Internship Ch. 01

By: 8Seconds



Jenny had just gotten her bachelors degree in accounting at the local university and was currently working on her masters which would then allow her to take the C.P.A exam. Apart of the masters program at the university was the opportunity to intern at one of the top accounting firms in the nation. This would give the students invaluable hands-on experience and more times than not the firm that they interned at would end up being the one that actually hired them after the C.P.A. exam. 

The fall semester of graduate school consisted of classroom studies and many interviews. Many of the accounting firms would host receptions in order to get to know the potential interns a little better. 

Jenny was excited about the whole process—the parties, getting to know a lot of people in her field, etc, it was all something she looked forward to doing. 

The first scheduled reception was at a local hotel restaurant. Jenny and her friend Amber were both invited. The attire was casual wear. The invitation actually specified blue jeans. Representatives from several of the firms would be at the reception.


Both girls were really smart having graduated at the very top of their high school classes at their respective schools and were now both very near the top in their college graduating class. They did like to have fun, but they were not the typical air-head dumbasses a lot of girls their age tended to be. 

Jenny is 22 years old, weighing around 140lbs and stood around 5'4. She has straight brown hair to her shoulders. She has relatively small breasts but her hips flare nicely. Her legs are just slightly larger than she would have liked, but look great anyway.

Amber is also 22 years old, stands around 5'3, 120lbs, and has straight jet black hair that falls to mid-back. Her chest is larger than Jenny's and her ass sticks outwards more than it flares. 

Besides blue jeans that can be termed "long and lean," Amber had worn a 3/4 length, pink-striped button down shirt. Jenny had elected to wear a light blue crinkle top with a deep v-neck and a v-shaped hem. Needless to say, both of them had worn blue jeans that seemed to be painted on. 

They arrived together at the hotel restaurant ten minutes after the reception began. They were given name tags complete with the university they attend. Representatives from three of the top firms in the city were there, along with several smaller ones. 

Both girls ordered martinis to start off and soon they were busy meeting everyone.

"Jenny Lambert, Amber Russell I am Mike Young with Dinkle Associates, I am glad you two could make it," Mike stood at 6'4 and looked to weigh 230 pounds. He looked to be in his 40's and seemed to have some muscle mass, though it looked like he was on the down swing of his fitness days. His hair was thinning and was turning grey around the edges, "I am one of the partners at Dinkle."

They spoke for a moment before being joined by a woman who proceeded to introduce herself, "Hi ladies, I am Misti Walters with LWRA. I am in charge of recruiting at LWRA." 

Misti looked to be in her late 40's or early 50's. She had wavy blonde hair that was just off her shoulders. She was taller than both Jenny and Amber at probably 5'9 and looked to weigh around 160. She filled out her blue jeans nicely with an ass that was indicative of her older age—large and overweight. She was wearing a black long sleeved seamed fitted shirt that did little to hide the fact that she had very large breasts. 

Soon thereafter another woman joined the little group and introduced herself. 

"I am Sarah Dawson, I am an assistant to Mr. Roy Hyde with Burris and Hyde. He couldn't be here, so he sent me," she said told the girls. Sarah was 5'5 and weighed around 110. She was a beauty with shoulder length blonde hair and light blue eyes. If Jenny and Amber had their jeans painted on, she had to grease her legs and ass to get in hers. She had two handfuls of ass cheeks and pear shaped breasts. 

The girls met many more people that evening before the reception ended. 

Two days later, the first round of interviews began. They would take place at the university. 

Jenny's first interview was with Dinkle Associates. She entered the interview room expecting to see someone from the reception, but she didn't recognize the lady. 

"Hello Jenny, I am Jessica King," the lady said extending her hand. She was a lot taller than Jenny at around 5'11 and looked to weigh around 250. She was overweight in every sense of the word. She was wearing black dress pants, a white blouse, and a black blazer. 

Jessica made a note of Jenny's appearance. She was dressed in black dress pants, a nice button down shirt with a subtle floral design, and a black dress coat. Her make-up was on nicely and her hair was brushed nicely, hanging just off her shoulders. The jacket made it impossible to see more.

"Why don't you get comfortable? You should take off your jacket, we are going to be here for a few minutes," Jessica suggested as they shook hands. Jenny thought nothing of the suggestion and slid the jacket off. This gave Jessica as much of a view as possible—Jenny's ass looked nice in the tight black pants, but her breasts were small—probably a low-B cup. She made a note of this.

The interview consisted of the usual conversation about school activities, grades, experiences, etc. It ended after about thirty minutes.

The next round of interviews with another firm wouldn't be until the following week. Amber had her interview with LWRA at the same time Jenny was having hers with Dinkle. Before the next round of interviews, there was another reception at a local upscale night club. The exception this time was that the invitation required dress attire. 

This didn't faze the girls at all. Though being in college, Jenny had only one really nice business suit, so she would have to wear the same thing she wore to the interview—no big deal. Amber was dressed pretty much the same. 

The upscale nightclub was nothing more than a really nice bar with nearly every kind of spirit in the world. Normally, it was a really nice strip club, but not tonight. 

They were once again given name tags at the door and soon the two girls mingled with the many associates as they had at the last reception. The drinks were really getting to them tonight. 

"Jenny, I'm Brian Norwood with Dinkle," he extended his hand, "How did your interview go the other day?"

"It went great. Jessica King interviewed me and she was very nice," Jenny responded. 

"That's great," he replied, "And Amber when do you interview with us?"

"In two weeks," she replied smiling. 

They spoke for a moment longer and he excused himself. 

Soon after he walked away, they were approached by three ladies.

"Hi, I am Janet Wilson," the tall black lady said extending her hand. She was at least 6'1 and had to weigh 180—very athletic looking, comparable to Serena Williams. She was dressed in a black knee length halter dress that did nothing to hide the fact that she had some enormous tits. Her legs were solid muscle and her ass stuck outwards and flared nicely.

They shook hands with Mrs. Wilson and were introduced to Lauren Stokes, Mrs. Wilson's assistant—Mrs. Wilson was a partner and had been for five years. But she remained active in recruiting. They were with LWRA. Ms. Stokes was white, in her upper 20's, stood at 5'8 and look to weigh around 140. The thing that stood out about Ms. Stokes was that she was wearing a very short denim skirt with a white button down shirt that barely touched her waist, just showing off her belly button. Three of the top buttons were open allowing easy eye access to her cleavage. Her large, dark aureoles and nipples showed clearly through her shirt—it was obvious that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her legs were well tanned and toned and her ass looked to be just as firm. 

The third lady was with Burris and Hyde. Her name was Cindy Reid. She was as thin as a pencil, with absolutely no tits or ass. But she had a cute face and black shoulder length hair. She stood at around 5'8 and weighed in around 120. 

They talked for almost thirty minutes. Both girls really enjoyed the conversation with Janet, finding out that she was a partner in LWRA. 

The next week rolled around and more interviews followed.

Amber went to her interview with Burris and Hyde. As is always the case, she was dressed in full business attire.  

"Hi Amber, my name is Mike Hudson," the man said as she entered the room. He was tall at 6'5 and looked to weigh 240. He had short black hair and black eyes. She thought he was very handsome.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Hudson," she replied shaking his hand. He noticed her clothing and commented on how nice she looked, making her blush.

"So have you had an opportunity to make decide who your number one pick is?" he asked.

"No, I am waiting until I finished interviewing," she replied, "I'm keeping my options completely open."

"Well we have heard a lot of good things about you and several of my associates have met you at several of the receptions," he continued.

"Yes, I have met several really nice people from Burris and Hyde," she replied.

"Well, I hope you continue to like them," he said moving towards the meet of the interview.

Jenny was across the hall interviewing with LWRA. 

"I am Alison Taylor, it's nice to meet you Jenny," the lady said as Jenny entered the room. Alison was around 5'6 and probably weighed 110 pounds. She was in the process of making partner at only 34 years old. She had on a black knee length skirt and a jacket.

The next day the two girls interviewed with the last of the three firms they had chosen to interview with. That evening they were to attend another reception at the same nightclub. They were to wear casual attire again, just like the first reception. 

So they again donned their tight blue jeans. This time Jenny wore a tan, silk floral design cami. The "handkerchief hem" hung to her thighs, but was see through making it possible to see her jean covered ass. The plunging neckline showed off what little cleavage she had—making it impossible for her to wear a bra.

Amber had elected to wear a pink straight-collar button down shirt. She left it untucked, but it hardly hung below her waist line. 

When they got to the club, they expected to walk into a room filled with mingling people as they had the time before. But this time all of the potential interns were seated. The last time they were there, the number of potentials was around 100. It looked to have dwindled to around 30. 

The host sat them at a table for four and gave them a number. They each had the same number. The waitress took their orders, both ordered bourbon. 

"What's going on?" Amber asked to no one in particular.

"I have no clue," Jenny replied nursing the drink. 

Every so often a number was called and a potential intern got up and was ushered into the back of the club. They waited for around thirty minutes before their number was called.

They too were escorted out of the large dance room, down a hallway and a flight of stairs until they came to a door that was labeled "conference." The usher opened the door and let them enter. He closed the door and walked back to the front room.

The room was the size of a typical household living room—relatively small for a conference room. Seated in a half circle around the room was several people the two girls had met from the receptions and their interviews. Among them were Mike Young and Jessica King of Dinkle, Janet Wilson and Alison Taylor of LWRA, and Jason Hudson, Cindy Reid, and Kelly Riley of Burris and Hyde. Kelly interviewed Jenny. She is a stunning brunette with shoulder length hair, standing around 5'6, 120 pounds. She was dressed in a very conservative, long button down floral dress that showed no cleavage whatsoever.

Also in the room were the President of the University and the Dean of the College of Accounting. Both girls were shocked to see these two men.

In the middle of the semi-circle were two arm chairs. At one end of the room was a large screen television and DVD/VHS player. There was a bulletin board and other conference room items as well—nothing out of the ordinary.

"Jenny and Amber, why don't you two have a seat," Mike Young said seeming to take over. The two girls moved to the chairs and sat down, "Ladies, this is your last interview and it will decide where, or if, you are hired as an intern by one of the top three firms in the country. More times than not if you are hired as an intern, you are hired full-time at the end of your collegiate careers. This is very important to you and the companies that are represented here.

"We have all reviewed your files and interview notes and have determined that you are both very bright ladies and could possibly make a great interns and associates soon. But there are several other things that you must do before we can make that determination. 

"Jenny, I like your cami. It looks very nice on you. You have small breasts though, maybe you should consider a top that doesn't have such a plunge in the neckline," Janet said from her seat all of a sudden stunning Jenny into silence, "Jenny tell us about yourself."

Jenny was still stunned and didn't immediately speak, "Well I go to City University and I am 22 years old…"

"Jenny, we already know about all of that. Stand up and describe yourself," Mike clarified the instructions for her, "Oh and as you get to each part, you can take off that particular garment and show us."

She was beyond stunned. Amber stood up and moved to the door.

"If you leave, you will never work in the accounting field, ever. Do you really want to do that?" Cindy Reid said standing to block the door momentarily. Amber stopped and moved back to her chair.

Jenny was still trying to wrap her mind around what she was just told to do, "This isn't legal. We don't have to do this!"

"Well hunny," Mike replied, "Who's going to believe you if you tell?"

She knew he was right. She also knew that she could either do what they asked or she would lose her career before it even got started. 

She looked back up at Mike and began, "Well, I am about 5'4 or 5'5 and weigh around 140 pounds. I work out some, but not like I should nor do I go to the tanning bed as often as I would like. 

She cupped her breasts over her cami, "I have small breasts. They are 34B…"

"Please take off your shirt Jenny," Alison Taylor ordered, "You should take off the garment while you are talking about yourself."

Jenny hesitated a moment before reaching down to grab the hem of her cami. She held it against her legs for a moment before slowly pulling it upwards. Her stomach was the first thing to come into view. Though it wasn't terribly white, she definitely hadn't been to the tanning bed in a while nor did it have much tone to it. 

She continued pulling the garment over her head. The bra cups that were built into the cami held momentarily around her breasts before popping loose, baring her smallish tits to the entire room. Her aureoles were average sized and her nipples were small.

"Play with your nipples, Jenny. Let's see if they remain that small," Alison ordered her. 

Jenny slowly moved her hands to her breasts and began playing with them, rubbing her nipples in between her thumb and forefinger. Not long after she had begun, her aureoles shrank and her nipples grew into ½ inch pointers. Her tits had been rather long when looking at them from the side. But now they were more rounded. 

"You may continue telling us about yourself," Mike said after a few minutes of she playing with her nipples. 

"As you can see, my stomach isn't as tanned or toned as many people my age. My breasts aren't very big as I said a moment ago, but my boyfriend likes them both," she continued," then she grew quite briefly before reaching to unbuckle her belt. She unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and began to push them downward, "My hips and legs are a little larger than I would like, but according to my boyfriend there's nothing wrong with them at all. I know he is bias, but I like to know that he likes them."

By the time she had said all of this, her jeans were at her ankles, having already revealed a pair of pink thong panties. She stepped out of the jeans leaving her most intimate parts covered only by a skimpy pair of thongs. Her entire ass was on display.

She turned her ass towards Mike before beginning, "I have a little cellulite on my ass and tops of my thighs, but when I bend over it goes away."

She bended slightly to show everyone that it did in fact go away. There wasn't too much cellulite, just a slight touch of it. 

Continuing to have her back toward the audience, Jenny slowly hooked her fingers into her thongs and began pushing them down. They got caught momentarily in the crack of her ass before popping downward and falling at her feet. She was entirely naked. 

She turned slowly making a conscious effort to keep her legs as closed as possible.

"As you can see…" she began.

"We can't see anything," Jessica King said cutting her off, "You have to spread your legs."

With a sigh, Jenny widened her stance giving everyone an unobstructed view of her pussy.

Jenny began again, "As you can see, I am shaved. My boyfriend prefers me that way." From her standing position, those in the room could only see a slight slit. Her pussy lips did not hang downward at all, as some do. 

"Jenny, I want you take both hands and hold your hair in a pony tail for a moment," said Kelly Riley. Slowly, Jenny drew her hair into a pony tail and held it. Her position pushed her tits out some. More interesting though, it gave everyone an unobstructed view of her fair white skin, from her face, down her neck, across her chest and stomach, and to her feet. 

After a moment, Jenny sat back down.

"Is that all you have to say?" Mike asked in such a manner that he had expected more.

"I guess so," she replied.

"Fine then," he replied while he and the rest of the room shifted their gaze to Amber, "Amber it's your turn."

She slowly rose from her seat and began unbuttoning her shirt. She didn't say anything until her shirt was on the floor. She was definitely more toned and tanned than Jenny. Her bronze skin and jet long black hair made her look strikingly beautiful.

"My stomach is a little more toned than Jenny's. I do sit-ups every night," she paused as she unclasped her white half cup bra. It was clear that her breasts were larger than Jenny's, "My tits are a little larger as well. I have 38C's."

Her bra fell to the floor with her shirt allowing the room to see her large, dark pink (almost brownish) aureoles and small nipples. Her breasts looked bigger than they were because of her size. 

She then dropped her hands to her jeans to unsnap and unzip them. She pushed them down her slender thighs and legs to the floor. Once she stepped out of them, she was dressed only in white cotton string bikini panties. They seemed to strain in their attempts to cover her ass

Amber pushed her thumbs into the tops of her panties and pushed them down and off her body. She was looking at everyone as she did it.

"Amber, turn around and grab your ankles," Alison demanded. Amber turned and did what she was told. Her position allowed everyone to see her pussy lips and just barely see her tiny asshole winking back at them, "You may stand back up and continue."

Amber stood, moved her hair out of her face, took a deep breath and began again, "I have a small patch of hair just above my vagina, but other than that I am shaved."

She was also asked to pull her hair into a ponytail allowing everyone to feast their eyes on her body. Her pussy lips hung down just slightly. From their positions along the wall, it looked like two small bumps between Amber's legs.


The Internship Ch. 01



After a few moments, she too sat down.

"Is that all?" Mike asked, once again in a tone that said he was expecting more.

"Yes," she replied.

"Fine then, I will turn this over to Janet," Mike said sitting down.

"Okay girls," Janet said standing. She was wearing a black mini skirt, with high heels, and a black spaghetti string top that did little to hide her deep cleavage, "You have been given an opportunity to tell us a little about yourselves. You did a nice job under the circumstances, but we need more. So for the next few minutes, I am going to interview you some more. You will notice everyone taking notes, so this will definitely figure in to whether or not you get an internship at one of the big three firms. Understand?"

Both girls nodded their understanding.

"Now, you must answer these questions as honestly as you can," Janet continued, "I will ask the question and then Jenny will answer followed by Amber. We all pitched in to come up with these questions, so be careful in your reactions. Someone in this room decided on each question—so try not to piss anyone off."

Both girls had already sensed this wasn't going to be your typical question and answer period but had no idea what to expect.

"Janet, before we start," said Jason Hudson of Burris and Hyde, "I think the girls should put their legs over each arm of their chair. Just so we can have a better look."

Jenny and Amber were again stunned. They were both sitting with their legs and arms crossed, which provided some protection. Now these people wanted them to put their legs over the arms of the chairs, which would totally expose their pussies.

"That's a good idea Jason, "Mike commented laughing, "Girls, don't keep us waiting."

Amber was the first to move, first her left and then her right leg. Jenny followed her lead.

"Nice touch Jason," Jessica King replied, "Girls, be sure to put your arms on the chair arms as well, we don't want you to cover anything on 'accident.'"

"Okay," Janet said, "First question, are you virgins?"

Both replied no.

"How many partners have you had?" Janet continued her questioning.

"I don't see what this has to do with anything," Jenny began.

"One more outburst Ms. Lambert and you will no longer be in consideration for an internship and will forever be barred from working anywhere in the accounting field," Janet said relatively put off with Jenny, "Now answer my fucking question."

Jenny sighed and thought for a moment, "Six, I think."

This drew some whispers. Amber looked at her with a 'damn' sort of look.

Amber replied, "Three."

"How old were you when you lost your virginity?"

"Fourteen," Jenny replied.

"Damn," someone said loud enough to hear. The whispering grew.

"Seventeen," was Amber's answer.

"How many of them were you actually dating at the time you spread your legs for them?" Janet asked.

Jenny thought a moment, embarrassment quickly creeping into her voice, "Three."

This again brought whispers from around the room.

Amber said, "All three."

"Have you ever fucked anyone who was cheating on their girlfriend/spouse and have you cheated on your boyfriend before?"

"No," Jenny said quickly.

"No," Amber replied.

"Please know that we might know the answers to these questions. You will want to answer honestly," Janet said pausing the questioning for a moment, "Are you sure about your answer Jenny?"

Jenny thought for a moment and then looked up, "I have had one instance where both happened."

"Oh, please go on Ms. Lambert," Janet replied. Jenny wasn't expecting to have to tell what happened, so she was silent for a few moments.

"At the restaurant that I was a waitress at for a few years, there was this guy who I thought was really cute. He was really sweet to me and all of that. My boyfriend had always said that if I ever found someone I couldn't resist to go for it, because he didn't want me to ever have any regrets or 'what ifs' down the road. 

"The guy happened to be the boyfriend of a friend of mine. She worked at the restaurant too. One day we all decided to go to a casino. Neither my boyfriend nor my friend could go, so it was just me, Ben (the guy I liked), and Scott a friend of his. 

"We played most of the night and all three of us were pretty drunk. So we got a room. I was supposed to sleep on one bed and they were going to sleep on the other. But as soon as we got in the room, Ben started taking my clothes off and Scott was on the other bed watching. I tried to stop Ben for that reason, but he said not to worry about Scott so I didn't. He laid me down and we had sex for like two minutes until he came. When he fell asleep, which was almost immediately, Scott came around the bed and led me over to the other bed. Before I knew what was really happening, he was inside of me pounding away."

"So you didn't even know the other guy?" Janet asked with eyebrows raised.

"I knew him, but not very well," Jenny replied. 

"I see," Janet replied looking down at the paper with the questions, "Is that all you have to tell us about?"

Jenny knew there was one other incident, but she was sure she could get away with it, "No."

Janet could tell there was something more, but she would let it go for now.

"Have either one of you been with a member of your family, brother/sister, parent, cousin, etc.," Janet continued.

"No," Jenny replied glad that she actually hadn't done something on the list.

Amber hesitated a moment, "Yes."

Jenny was stunned.

"Please tell us," Janet urged her on.

"I was home from college about two years ago. My dad, Charlie, is a habitual drunk and isn't home much. When he is home, he usually beats my mom. He had never done anything to me though. I got home after dark. I wasn't expecting him to be home but when I got there, he was. I walked into the house and saw that my mother had a black eye and was sitting on the couch naked. Before I could say anything, I felt him reach around me and put his hand over my mouth. He said, 'If you scream, I'll kill you both. Do what I tell you.' 

"He ordered me and my mom, Mary, upstairs," Amber continued, "I could smell the alcohol. It was very strong. He pushed me up the stairs and into the master bedroom before closing the door.

"Amber, I want you just like your mommy," my dad ordered me.

"Daddy please, don't do this!" I said crying. 

"Now you bitch!" he said ripping my shirt to shreds. I was left with a black see through bra and jeans, "You must be some kind of whore! Who wears things like that!"

"He was referring to my bra," Amber continued, "To keep him from doing anything else, I took my jeans off and then my bra. But my black, mesh see through panties infuriated him even more."

"I can see your cunt through those things you call panties!" he roared before ripping them off too leaving me nude. 

"He slapped my bare ass and told me and my mom to get on the bed and have sex," she continued, "We did as we were told getting on the bed together. Mom and I shared a kiss before he demanded that we touch each other. We moved our hands to each others tits. Hers are a little smaller than mine, probably 32C."

"I want you to finger each other's pussies and make out at the same time! Now get to it!" he continued to shout as he fumbled to get out of his clothes. 

"Mom and I began to do what he said. She had her fingers buried in my vagina and was pushing my mouth to her nipples when I felt the bed move. I knew my daddy was behind me and almost instantly felt his hands on my ass," Amber continued to tell her story.

"This is a fine piece of ass right here. I should have done this a long time ago," daddy said breathing his stale, alcohol breath into my ear. Then I felt his hands move down the crack of my ass onto my pussy. He swatted mom's hands out of the way and forced me to open my legs. Because of mom's fingering, I was soaking wet, "You are a slut. You are ready for your ole daddy huh baby?"

"He pushed his cock into my vagina before rolling us onto our hands and knees. He then ordered me to eat out my mom while he fucked me from behind. When it was over, he handcuffed us together and then chained us to the bed. I really didn't know if I would ever get out of that room. I was three days late getting back to school because of it." Amber was crying while she told her story. 

"So, you've been with four people Amber?" Janet asked without showing emotion, "or is he counted in the three?"

"I don't count him," she replied.

Janet let that slid and continued, "Your story leads well into the next question, have either of you been with or made a move to be with another woman?"

Jenny was once again hesitant, "Once I did make a move to be with one, but it's not how it sounds."

"Is that right?" Janet said sarcastically, "Why don't you tell us how it really went down."

"Well, my boyfriend was determined to spend a weekend with a close friend of his from high school. Though they have never been sexually involved at all with each other, I simply don't like them hanging out and especially not for the weekend. So he told me that if I could talk my roommate Ashley into having a threesome, he would agree not to go. Well, Ashley is a little heavyset and wasn't nearly as pretty as this other girl. So I agreed. It was about 10 o'clock that evening and she had already gone to bed. I put a wrap-robe on and went into her room. I simply asked her if she would like to join us and she said no," Jenny said finishing another story.

"So let me get this right," Mike says interrupting things momentarily, "Your boyfriend allows you to go to a casino all night with two guys, one who he knows you would like to fuck and more than likely will that night. But you can't let him go simply visit a friend? Either you need to give the guy a break or you were looking for a good reason to get your roommate in the sack."

"I just don't like him hanging out with her. That's all," Jenny answered knowing that it wasn't a good answer.

"Amber?" Janet asked.

"No, my mom is the only one," she replied.

"Amber you said you don't have a boyfriend so this question is for Jenny. How long have you been together?" Janet asked.

"Almost five years," Jenny replied.

"How many times do you think you've had sex in your lifetimes?" Janet was once again asking both girls.

Jenny thought for a moment, "I really don't know, but probably over 1000 times." Amber replied, "Not even 50."

Janet moved to grab the television remote control, "Please turn your attention to the television screen."

The screen was blue and then it showed two people fucking. A girl had her back to the screen. The angle of the camera was set up so that the viewer had a direct line of vision to the girl's ass—she was on top, fucking away. 

"This is a home movie of Jenny and her boyfriend. Our associates were able to gain entry to her apartment and find a few goodies," Janet said laughing knowing Jenny was totally embarrassed, "Jenny tell us a little bit about what is going on, besides the obvious."

Jenny was stunned, angry, and her mouth was totally dry, "Well, my boyfriend, his name is Joe by the way, loves my ass. He wanted to video tape us in this position so I could see my ass as I fucked him. He is also holding my ass cheeks apart so I can get a good view of his cock going into my pussy. He wants me to appreciate my body more."

"That'll be enough questions for now," Janet said turning off the television to Jenny's relief and moving to a small table that had been set up in front of the University President and Dean, "You two stay like you are for a few minutes."

"Okay gentlemen," Janet said standing in front of the table, "Per the agreement we all have with the University, the company that offers the most money to the University will win the services of the women. No other company but the highest bidder will offer an internship or job. The local accounting body, or LAB, will then place a bid that has to match or exceed the highest bid. In the event that LAB does match or exceed the highest bid, the young ladies will work for the highest bidder but be property of LAB and will be interchangeable with all three firms. 

"So ladies," Janet said turning to them, "You will make much more money if LAB decides to detain your services. Essentially it will be like you are working for all three firms instead of one. And it's like being apart of the most elite club in the city. You should enjoy it if they get you."

"So, please take a moment, everyone, and write your bid on a blank sheet of paper and place it in the envelope with your company's logo. The LAB representative, who is Ms. Sarah Dawson also with Burris and Hyde, will place their bid."

Five minutes later, the bids were all on the table.

President Sanders picked up the first envelope and opened it, "The first envelope is from LWRA. They have pledged a donation of $100,000 for each woman to the school's general scholarship fund, $100,000 to the school of accounting, $500,000 to me, and $200,000 to Dean Williamson. That's a grand total of $900,000."

He picked up the next envelope, "This is from Dinkle. They offer $50,000 for both ladies to both the general scholarship fund and the school of accounting. Also, they offer $450,000 to me and $150,000 to the dean. That's $700,000 total.

"The next envelope is from Burris and Hyde. They offer $200,000 for both girls to the school of accounting and $500,000 to be split between the Dean and myself. Again, that's $700,000. 

"The last envelope is from LAB," he opens the envelope then begins reading, "LAB offers $300,000 to both the school's general fund and scholarship fund, $100,000 to the general scholarship fund, and $100,000 to the school of accounting. They also offer me $300,000 and Dean Williamson $200,000. That's $1.3 million. 

"So LWRA gets the bid and they will be enrolled in the LAB program as well," the President says standing to shake everyone's hands.

"Wait a minute," Jenny says after listening to the whole bid ordeal, "We don't get any say in where we go?"

Janet laughs and says, "Sure you do. LWRA is going to offer you a six month internship deal and the chance to work full-time if your internship goes well. Or you can reject the offer and never work in the accounting business or any related field.

"You two come over to the table," Janet continued.

The girls get up slowly from the chairs. Their muscles are sore from being in that position for so long. 

"Here are your contracts to work with LWRA and LAB. You will make an hourly salary of $30.00 with LWRA during your internship. Because you are with LAB you will make an additional $30.00 an hour—they match everything we pay you. You will work at least sixty hours a week, so there will be some considerable overtime pay included. You will have all the benefits you can imagine as well including health, dental, car, etc. 

"If during your employment with LWRA and LAB you are terminated or are not offered a job at the end of your internship for failing to follow the policies of LWRA and LAB, you are finished with accounting. You two will enjoy your work as long as you work hard. 

"You will work at the offices of LWRA three days out of the week—usually Monday through Wednesday. Sometimes that changes. LAB will send you to the firm of their choice on Thursday and Friday. Sometimes you will be required to work on Saturdays. If you can handle all of this, then sign here. When you sign, I will call down to the firm and there will be a signing bonus direct deposit of $5,000. LAB will deposit their $5,000 match tomorrow. 

"You will then take these credit cards and purchase the items on this list. Much of it is business attire related items. The firm will pay for it all," Janet finally quieted down enough for the girls to take a breath.

Both Jenny and Amber, as naked as the day they were born, leaned over the table to sign the biggest contracts they had ever seen. Janet watched in silence, noticing the distinct differences between the two girls' bodies. Jenny's tits were once again elongated. Amber's looked to be a little more firm, keeping their rounded shape a little better than Jenny's. They were both delightful though.

"Okay, you two will have company orientation in two weeks. You will be introduced to the person you will be working under and will become familiar with what they are responsible for and what you will be doing. Don't be late," Janet said, "Oh and you can get dressed now. Mike will escort you outside and help you hail a taxi."

The girls said nothing during the ride home. When they got back to their apartment, they grabbed a few beers and sat down on the couch.

"What in the hell just happened," Amber asked to no one in particular.

"I'm really not sure," Jenny replied.

"I can't believe they made us do all that stuff and they paid off the school!" Amber said in disbelief before taking another swig of beer.

The two weeks flew by. The semester had ended and now the two girls were staring down the beginning of their careers (even though they had one more semester left of grad school but it wouldn't be until the fall). 

They both arrived at the company orientation together. Five other people were at the large conference room table. It went like most orientations go. They watched a few videos. Misti Walters, who had interviewed Jenny at the University, was in charge of the orientation. Then they were taken on a building wide tour and introduced to several of the partners and associates. 

When they got back to the conference room Mrs. Walters said, "I am passing out key cards. You will need them to access the area of the building that you will be working in. Most of you will work on the third floor. I believe one of you will be on the fourth. You must have this card with you or you won't be able to get into your area of the floor and so you will be counted absent. Each of the floors has common areas for guests and clients, but you will be working in the restricted areas. So it's important that you have these cards. 

"Also, we traditionally have a family day for our interns so that your family may have the opportunity to see where you are working since several of you are coming directly out of college. You are required to have at least one family member at this but we encourage two. So you have two weeks to plan on it. So get on it now! Your first day of work is tomorrow. I will give you an envelope as you exit the room. In it you will find out what floor you will be working on and who with. See you tomorrow," Mrs. Walters said dismissing them.

Jenny and Amber had already done a lot of shopping, but they had a lot more left to do. So they headed to the mall for last minute purchases, after all it was on the company card.

The girls were pretty excited about their first day of work. They were excited to be out of class for a semester and in a job that would make more than minimum wage! The offices of LWRA were located in the middle of the city's business district. The offices were in the tallest building in the city, taking up the top fifteen floors. 

The ground floor lobby of the building was spacious with several coffee shops, dress shops, and a huge fountain that shot its stream almost ten stories—the first fifteen stories of the building were open in the middle allowing for a walkway around the entire mid-section of the building. The escalators were located just off to the sides of the foundation so that the water was just out of touch as you went up. Those on the eleventh through fifteenth floors could look down on the beautiful fountain. 

The bustle of the several hundred people headed for the escalators and elevator banks caused the girls to have a brief moment of total clarity---this wasn't a game, they were on the edge of their professional careers, FINALLY! The moved with the throng of people to the elevator banks to take the ride up to the offices of LWRA—their offices!




The Internship Ch. 01



The elevators opened into the main lobby of LWRA. It was a large open area, though smaller than the main lobby on the ground floor. It had black tile floors with several seating areas with very nice couches and love seats. The rugs in the seating area looked to have been some type of oriental type. There were several large plants scattered around the lobby as well. Soft music played over head that helped relax potential clients and the incoming staff. From every point in the lobby, you were able to see out of the large windows—most of them affording beautiful views of the city. 

The young black receptionist looked up from her work at the front desk as she heard the soft chime of elevator bell. She watched as the two girls, who she knew immediately were the new interns, exited. They were both smiling and giggling, already walking with a slight swagger. The receptionist smiled inwardly to herself. 

The girls had been instructed to get their assignments from the receptionist when they got to work, so they made a bee-line from the elevators to her desk. 

"Hi, may I help you?" the receptionist asked politely as the girls were walking up to the desk. 

"Hi, yes, Mwana," Jenny began noticing the receptionist's nametag. Both girls immediately noticed that Mwana had a very short black skirt on and a black blouse that did little to hide her assets. They couldn't believe what she was wearing, "My name is Jenny Lambert and this is Amber Russell. This is the first day of our internships and we were told that you would have our assignments."

"Yes, I do have them," Mwana said taking two white keycards from her drawer, "You must have these keycards to access the areas of the building you will be working in. There have been a couple of changes so the cards you got yesterday don't work anymore. Your information is on this paper. Jenny will be interning under Mrs. Misti Walters. Amber you are going to be with Ms. Alison Taylor. Both of you will be on the fourth level. Most of the of your information is on these sheets," she slid each girl the papers with the cards, "You can walk down the hallway and take the escalators up. Good luck on your first day."

"Thanks," the girls said as they took the information.

"Well, it looks like we will at least be on the same floor," Amber said they moved down the hallway to the escalators.

"Yeah, that'll be really great," Jenny replied reading the information and walking at the same time.

Mwana noticed that the girls had elected to wear conservative business attire. Jenny had worn black pinstripe trousers that flair slightly at the bottom along with a grey beaded corset top, a black blazer, and black high-heel shoes. Amber was wearing a black satin-trim blazer with a plunging neckline, a matching black skirt, and black high-heel shoes.

They both rode the escalators to the fourth level. They immediately asked directions to their respective offices. Parts of the fourth floor, including the part that the escalators let out in, are the "open" areas. The office area is located in the "restricted access" area. They had to swipe their keycards to enter this area. When the door opened, they were greeted by a long, nicely carpeted hallway. They got to the door with both of their associates names' on it. As it turned out, Mrs. Walters, who insisted on being called Misti, worked in the large outer office and Alison worked in the even larger office in the back. There was a small hallway separating the two. 

"Oh girls, I need you to fill these out," Misti began walking into Alison's office. The girls followed, "Alison will be about ten minutes late. While we wait, you two need to fill these forms out. You were told about the family day in a couple of weeks. The company is very big on this day, especially for the interns. We would like you to have at least two family members coming. Jenny, your boyfriend can count as one. Amber if you would like, since you don't have a boyfriend, and since you and Jenny are such good friends, he can count for you as well."

Both girls had noticed that Misti was dressed in a very short, denim colored, box-pleated mini-skirt, a very tight black long sleeve shirt, and black knee-high leather boots with what was probably 4" stiletto heels. The skirt covered barely far enough down to keep her panties from showing as she was seated. Her black shirt was skin tight, highlighting her very large tits. If she had a bra on it was a seamless bra. 

"Okay, great," Amber said as the two girls began filling out the family day form, "I am going to invite my sister too."

"Is she younger or older than you darling," Misti asked.

"She is three years older than me. She's just and older version of me," Amber replied writing her sister's name down.

"Jenny who else are you going to invite," Misti asked.

"My mom will be in town that week. I am going to bring her," Jenny replied.

"Great. It is going to be a normal work day, except they will be here. They will get to see what you do and how you do it. Also, the company will pay for you to go out to a nice restaurant and several other activities."

"Great!" both girls chimed in together.

As they finished filling out the form, Alison arrived. She was wearing a simple, light blue, slip-dress that came down only to mid-thigh while she was standing. It had a ruffled hem and a scoop neck. She definitely wasn't wearing a bra as her large, probably at least C cup, nipples were pressing against the fabric. The girls couldn't believe what she was wearing. Alison was about the same height as both girls. Her straight brunette hair hung down to mid-back. Her black eyes were striking—she was a no bullshit kind of woman. 

Misti stood up from her seat behind Alison's desk and immediately said, "Ms. Alison, is there anything I may do for you?"

"Did they fill out these forms?" Alison asked.

"Yes they did," Misti replied smiling.

"Take them on a brief tour of the floor and be back here in five minutes," she replied.

Several minutes later they were back.

"You will get use to the floor quickly. Please close my door," Alison said as they came back from their mini-tour. Misti closed the large door. The only way to see into the large office was from the huge outside windows. There was no chance of that happening since they were almost 50 stories up. 

Alison was now seated in her large black leather chair, behind the huge desk. The two girls were seated in the two chairs immediately in front of the desk and Misti was standing just behind them. 

Alison opened a drawer and pulled out some papers. She was quiet a moment as she reviewed them, looked up and said, "I have a memo here stating that you two purchased a total of $4,000 worth of business clothes. Is that about right?"

Both girls turned to look at each other before Amber answered, "Yes, that's close to correct."

"I presume that you are wearing some of those clothes now?" Alison asked knowing the answer. She was talking in the tone of voice you would use with a teenager who has maxed out the credit card.

They nodded yes.

"There will be times you will need them. It's good that you have some nice clothes," she replied. The girls began to relax a little, "But I don't particularly like my staff wearing such conservative clothing. There is a time and place for business attire, but not on this floor."

The girls nodded taking it all in.

"You will notice our clothing. It's hardly business at all, though Misti is dressed nicely. I am dressed very comfortably. You must do so too. I will instruct you exactly what I am talking about later. But for now, as I just said, I cannot have anyone working in such conservative clothing. So Misti is going to strip each of you. Amber, you will go first.  Then we will discuss what you will wear from now on. Now stand up Amber."

The two girls were stunned. Even though just last night they were naked in front of these women at a nightclub, they didn't think it would happen at the office!

Amber looked at Jenny still shocked. She grasped the arm rests on the chair and slowly stood. 

Misti walked up behind her and whispered, "Just relax."

That was the last thing on Amber's mind. She couldn't believe what was happening. This was supposed to be her last step towards completing her journey to becoming a professional! But here she was about to be stripped by two of her bosses! To be continued….



The Internship Ch. 02



**Author's Note--There was quite a bit of criticism of the first story in this series. I swear it will be worth the read as I publish more chapters. I tried to "describe women better" in this chapter. If you have any suggestions, please drop me a line. READ CHAPTER ONE BEFORE YOU READ THIS CHAPTER!

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Amber felt Misti grasp the hem of her black top. It was like she was outside of her body looking down as she felt the garment being pulled up and over her head revealing her black strapless bra. After Misti told her to step out of her high heels, Amber felt her release the button on the side of her black skirt and begin to pull the zipper down causing the skirt to fall to her feet, leaving her in matching black thong panties. 

"You have very nice tits Amber. They are quite large on your frame. I love your bra and panty set," Alison commented, "Turn around and let me see your ass."

Amber turned slowly. 

"Touch your toes," Alison ordered. This position gave Alison a great view of the tiny, thin black thong fabric running the entire length of Amber's ass crack. It also caused the slightly wider part of the thong to pull tightly against her cunt, "You can stand and face me again."

"As you know, Amber, you will be working under me. Because you are working directly under me, you will have to answer to no one else but me—unless it's one of the five partners. Normally if they have a problem, though, they will come to me first. Since you are working for me, you will enjoy a little more power than the rest of the interns. For instance both Misti and Jenny are at your disposal. Anything you want, they are there for you. In the coming weeks, I will show you exactly what I mean. As for me, you will do whatever I tell you to do, without hesitation. Do you understand all of this?"

"Yes," Amber replied.

"Great," Alison said continuing, "You and Jenny will work on everything together. You will do everything outside of work together also. If I see you without the other, there will be consequences."

She paused, "Now, Amber, for an example what I am talking about I want you to dictate to us how you want Jenny to strip. Do you want to strip her, Misti or me to strip her, or whatever you choose. You are in charge for the moment."

It dawned on the two girls, at that very moment, exactly what Alison was saying a few moments before. Amber was totally in charge of Jenny. Neither of them knew exactly what to think. Jenny, who was still seated, looked up at Amber as she was making her decision.

"I'm not sure," Amber said tentatively.

"Decide quickly Amber, we can't do this all day," Alison replied rushing the girl along.

"OOOokay, I uhm, I guess she should just undress," Amber replied.

"You heard her Jenny, strip," Alison said reinforcing Amber's choice.

Jenny stood and slowly slid her black blazer off and laid it across the back of the chair she was just sitting in. She then stepped out of her high heels. Then she pulled the grey top off and laid it across the back of the chair. She was wearing a black push-up bra. She then reached down to unbutton and unzip her pants, allowing them to slide to the floor revealing her black lacy boy shorts.

She hesitated a moment before reaching back to unclasp her bra. She let the shoulder straps fall down her arms hefore she allowed the cups to move. Her aureoles were half-dollar sized, with quarter inch nipples on top. From the side, her breasts seemed to be elongated versus tight and compact, though they did not sag at all. Her nipples stood out straight.

Jenny looked briefly at Alison and then Amber before hooking her thumbs into the sides of her panties. She pushed them to the floor leaving her naked. Just the night before, she had been naked in front of these same people, but she was still unbelievably embarrassed. Jenny's tits were clearly smaller than Amber's and looked really small on her larger body frame, though they were 34B. Her light skin showed that she had not been to the tanning bed in quite a while. Her stomach wasn't as toned or trimmed as she would have liked it, but it was sexy nonetheless. She had wide "child-bearing" hips that she wasn't too proud of and her thighs and calves were also larger than she would have liked. She wasn't overweight in the least bit but certainly wasn't as slim as all those girls in GQ or some other national magazine, which made her self-conscious. 

"You have cute tits Jenny," Alison commented. 

Jenny didn't know what to say standing there next to her friend in the nude in front of her new bosses.

"Now, every morning when you get into the office, you will wear nothing but a thong or g-string, your choice. You will strip as soon as you get in the door. Everything you do on this floor will be done dressed only that way. Any time you are on a business function, you will be dressed similarly to how Misti is dressed now—very short skirt and a very revealing top. Absolutely under no circumstances do you wear underwear or bras. 

"Because you are living in an apartment furnished by the company, Jenny you will serve Amber even after business hours. You can't even go to the store without her permission. She is your boss from now until your internship is over. Everything she tells you to do will be done immediately. You never know when I may tell her something for you to do. Disobeying her is just like disobeying me. You don't want to do that, ever," Alison continued.

"Okay, it's time to go to work. Misti, take Jenny into your office. We all have work to do," Alison ordered.

Misti motioned for Jenny to go first. As soon as Misti closed the door to her office, she grabbed Jenny's arm. 

"Don't look at me," Misti ordered just before Jenny turned to see what she wanted. She then felt Misti's breath on her shoulder and her hands softly caressing her ass, "I love this ass of yours. I have been waiting to touch it since the very first reception. Lean across my desk."

Jenny did as she was told. She felt Misti's fingers running up and down her ass cheeks and into her crack, brushing her tiny asshole. She continued to feel Jenny up and soon her hands were pressing into her snatch.

"Stand up and turn around," Misti ordered, "Take off my shirt Jenny."

Misti lifted her arms to allow Jenny to peel the skin tight shirt off her body. Her huge tits spilled out of it as Jenny pulled it over and off her head.

"I know from the meeting the other day that you have never sucked on another woman's tits. It's time for your first time. You probably have never seen 42DD tits before have you?" Misti said sitting down in her chair. Her large tits drooped, showing her age somewhat. Her nipples were pointed downward, just below the straight out mark. She spread her legs to allow Jenny room to move in closer. When she spread her legs, the skirt did nothing to hide the fact that Misti had no panties on. The skirt did nothing to cover her pussy and as Misti ordered Jenny to her knees and in close enough to suck her tits, Jenny's stomach was forced against the top of Misti's pussy, "Suck them."

Jenny leaned in and drew the long, thick nipple into her mouth. As she began sucking, she felt Misti grab her right hand and guided it between her legs and into her.

"Feel how wet I am Jenny?" Misti asked while pushing Jenny's fingers into her slit before Jenny figured out what she wanted and began fingering her on her own.

"Uhuh," Jenny replied still sucking on Misti's tits. She worked her fingers into Misti's pussy, though not really certain exactly what to do. She worked them around like she liked her boyfriend doing her and sure enough she got results.

"That's it Jenny baby. Work those fingers into my cunt. Put your beautiful mouth on my slit and eat me out while you continue fingering me," Misti said in a hoarse voice, with her head leaning back on the chair, and her eyes closed.

It was bad enough having been ordered to suck this ladies huge tits, but Jenny was repulsed at the thought of licking her pussy. She hesitated a little too long.

"Jenny, I am not going to tell you again," Misti said opening her eyes. Jenny could tell she was pissed from having to repeat herself.

Slowly, Jenny released the nipple she was sucking on. She backed up from her position directly in between Misti's legs. Now she had her ass stuck in the air more versus standing on her knees. Misti opened her legs more to give Jenny more room. She dipped her head and lightly licked her boss' slit, the first taste of pussy she had ever had. Jenny then felt Misti place her hand on the back of her head and smash her face into her slit. She had no choice but to begin licking and sucking her boss' pussy in earnest. 

Meanwhile, in the other office, Alison had just told Amber to come around the desk and stand in front of her. 

"Your breasts look very large on your body. They look fantastic," Alison began, "So fantastic, that I must feel them."

Alison spread her legs to allow Amber to stand as closely as possible. Alison's short skirt rode up enough to allow Amber to see Alison's light blue panties. She felt a little tingle of excitement between her legs. She was floored by this feeling because she had never felt any sexual emotions towards another woman before. 

Amber stepped in between Alison's spread thighs allowing her to fondle her tits. Then, unexpectedly, Alison leaned in, taking her right nipple in her mouth. She sucked it for several seconds before letting go. Both women noticed immediately that both of Amber's tits were now as hard as rocks. 

Looking into Amber's eyes, Alison moved her hand down to Amber's pussy and immediately felt her excited juices. 

"So you liked that did you?" Alison said sitting back in the chair, bringing her fingers to her mouth to taste Amber's pussy juices. 

"I don't know. I I I have never had this happen before," Amber stuttered, not knowing what to say.

Alison stood up, "Amber, take my dress off."

Amber stood there for a moment almost as if she didn't hear the command. She reached for the hem of her boss' dress and lifted the slip-dress up and off her body, leaving her in only the light blue panties. Her black hair and her finely tanned skin looked fantastic. Her 38C tits looked enormous on her 110 pound frame. She looked to be flawless in every sense of the word.

"Amber, you are going to learn to dominate. Other than me, there is only one other person at this firm that you will submit to. Everyone on this floor will know that you work for me and will be at your disposal for anything you want. You will pay particular attention to your friend Jenny. You will dominate her in everyway possible before your internship is up," Amber once again felt the tingle between her legs. She liked the idea of being in charge, though she wasn't really sure what exactly it all entailed. 

Alison picked up a remote control from her desk and switch on a television screen behind her desk. The picture showed the outer office and Jenny, naked, eating Misti's pussy. 

"Your first lesson in domination begins now. You will take this," Alison paused, grabbed a bag and took out an 8 or 9 inch dildo and strap, "and you will fuck Jenny as she continues to eat Misti out."

Alison gave her several other instructions as Amber strapped on the dildo. 

Jenny heard the door to the other office open, but all she could see was Misti's clit as she lapped away at her pussy. She was on her hands and knees, expect for the hand that she was using to finger Misti.

Jenny felt a hand on her ass and knew something was going on behind her, but Misti wouldn't let her up to look. Then she felt two fingers at her opening.

"Your pretty wet Jenny," Amber said. Jenny recognized the voice as Amber's. She couldn't believe that Amber had just put her fingers on her pussy! She tried to turn again, but Misti held her tightly.

Jenny then felt pressure at the opening of her pussy. It felt like a cock. She was certain a man was about to fuck her. The phallus moved slowly into her opening gradually getting deeper. Soon, she was as full as she had ever been. The phallus was slowly pulled almost all the way out before it somewhat more quickly was fucked back in. Jenny let out a moan as the fucking got quicker by the stroke. Soon, though she wasn't getting her brains fucked out, there was some consistent and deep penetration. Jenny had almost forgotten that she was still eating out Misti's pussy. As it turned out, she was licking and sucking more actively as her own orgasm began to build. 

"Jenny, you will not cum until I tell you to," Jenny heard Amber say. But the order didn't really register with her. Besides being fucked, Misti was grinding her pussy even harder into Jenny's face. Jenny knew Misti was very close to cumming all over her face. 

"Misti, you will not come until I tell you to either," Amber said again. Misti's eyes flew open. She was almost there! She didn't know if she could stop it! Jenny continued to eat her pussy with wild abandon as she, herself, closed in on achieving an orgasm. 

Alison saw Misti make a move to pull Jenny away from her pussy, "Misti, leave her alone. I don't believe I heard Amber tell you to stop Jenny from eating you out."

Misti then made a mistake. Her eyes moved from Alison to Amber. Until that moment, she had not paid much attention to what was going on with Jenny other than she was being fucked by a dildo. But there was something unbelievably erotic to Misti at that moment about seeing the beautiful Amber fuck that long, now totally wet dildo in and out of her best friend's pussy. From her position, Misti was just able to see the dildo enter Jenny's now wide open cunt. She also noticed Amber's large tits bouncing and swaying. Even though she knew she wasn't supposed to, Misti grabbed the back of Jenny's head and pressed it even deeper into her pussy—as if that was possible. For a moment, Jenny couldn't breathe. She didn't immediately know what was happening other than she needed air. All of a sudden several consecutive spurts of what she knew were girl cum began hitting her in the back of her mouth and, as she closed her mouth from the surprise, her nose and cheeks. 

Jenny had been momentarily distracted from her build-up but quickly regained it. Misti, on the other hand, knew she would be punished for disobeying. 

Alison was leaning against the door frame watching silently. She flicked her clit gently as she watched. She was angry at Misti for not setting a good example—she would definitely be punished. Alison watched Amber's cute ass clench and unclench as she worked the fake cock in and out of her best friend's cunt. She watched as Jenny's cunt sunk inward, impaled on the phallus and then "bloomed" as it was pulled out. It was very erotic and Alison knew she would need some relief of her own very soon.

"Please, please may I cum!?" Jenny asked gasping.

"Turn over on your back," Amber ordered. At this point, Jenny still wasn't sure who it was fucking her. She knew that Amber was in the room but had no idea she was actually the one behind her. She was shocked to see her friend with the strap on and even more shocked when it quickly dawned on her that her friend was the one driving her to an amazing orgasm. 

Jenny laid down on her back and without thinking spread her legs and brought her knees back to her chest—even with her tits. 

"Now tell me to fuck you," Amber ordered putting the cock back into her friend's pussy. Jenny seemed to temporarily zone out as the phallus slid easily back into her well used pussy, "Tell me!" 

"Please fuck me," Jenny said in a tone that she had only used with her boyfriend. She needed to come and suddenly didn't care how she was going to reach it. Amber laid her lower body down on Jenny, but propped up on her arms before fucking Jenny harder. Amber waited until she knew Jenny was almost there and said, "Cum for me Jenny."

"IIIII'm Cuummmingg!!" Jenny squealed fucking the phallus back as hard as she could. She didn't care that it was her best friend or that it was a fake cock. Jenny laid there for several minutes before calming down enough to realize what had just happened. But there wasn't time for her to ask questions. 

"Misti," Alison said pissed off, "Go get my belt."

"Yes ma'am," Misti replied immediately, getting up and walking into Alison's office. She returned shortly with a thick, black, leather belt. "Do you know why you are about to get a spanking?" Alison asked.

"Yes ma'am," Misti replied.

"Why?" Alison asked in the tone of voice a parent would use with a child that had just done something wrong.

"Because you told me not to cum and I did. But I couldn't help..." Misti replied before being cut off.

"I don't want to hear excuses! I didn't tell you not to get off, Amber did. From now on, you will obey Amber no matter what she tells you. Understand?"

"Yes ma'am," Misti replied, tears in her eyes.

"Good, now lean over your desk," Alison ordered. She then handed the belt to Amber, "She disobeyed you. So you must administer the punishment."

Amber and Jenny had not yet noticed just how large Misti's ass was until the moment she bent over the desk. She had quite a bit of cellulite, normal for a woman in her late 40's/ early 50's. Her ass and thighs were totally out of shape and were white as a sheet of paper. Her "love handles" made her hips look really large. 

Amber doubled the belt in half, stepped up behind Misti and let it fly. The sound of the 'whoosh' of the belt flying through the air would have been the loudest thing in the room if it weren't for the 'slap' sound it made when it came into contact with Misti's large ass.

She began sobbing immediately and soon was crying almost hysterically. Amber gave her ten licks before she stopped. Her ass was fire engine red—quite a contrast to the paper white it had been just a few moments earlier.

Alison took a seat in the leather chair behind Misti's desk and said, "Now Misti, I need some relief. Jenny, I believe you owe Amber a favor. You did such a good job on Misti."

Misti quickly dropped to her knees. She grabbed the sides of Alison's panties and as Alison lifted her hips, she pulled them down and off. Misti had been in this position many times and knew how Alison liked it. She had long ago gotten over the fact that she was almost 15 years older than Alison, yet she regularly had to service her. Alison's pussy was as smooth as a baby's ass—not a trace of pubic hair anywhere.

Jenny wasn't as quick to move. She looked at Amber, who had begun to buy into the whole dominating thing. She was seated in one of the chairs used for clients. Amber spread her legs revealing her light, well-kempt patch of black pubic hair just above her lips. Jenny slowly crawled to Amber, looked up at her best friend and stuck her tongue out, lightly licking Amber's outer lips. 

Amber didn't want to wait on Jenny to warm up to the idea of eating her out, so in much the same way Misti had done her, Amber forced Jenny's face onto her pussy forcing her to eat her out.

Alison and Amber momentarily locked eyes from across the room. Both looked strikingly similar to the other—long, flowing black hair, large pert tits, small body frames, and similar height. The only major difference was Amber was a little more pale skinned than Alison, who lived in the tanning bed.

Remembering what Alison had told her to say, while in eye contact with Alison, Amber said, "Jenny, open my ass cheeks and stick your tongue in my asshole."

Jenny was stunned. She didn't know that Alison had told Amber to say this, so she thought that Amber had come up with it on her own. Alison came almost immediately when Amber ordered Jenny to do that. 

Jenny stopped licking Amber's pussy and was about to protest but quickly remembered Misti's punishment for disobeying. Amber propped her legs up on Jenny's back and scooted her ass as far off the end of the chair as was comfortable. Jenny then placed both of her thumbs in her best friend's ass cheeks and pulled them open revealing Amber's tiny puckered hole. Jenny leaned forward and flicked her tongue across her flower. She soon began to lick her asshole and was soon told to push her tongue as far inside as she could. This caused her to press her nose deeply into Amber's pussy, while her tongue was fucking in and out of her asshole. 




The Internship Ch. 02



All characters are over the age of 18.

*****

It was two days after Dave Wilson and his daughter, Stacey, had consummated their lustful relationship in a night that neither of them would ever forget. Dave was up late in his study. He felt his cock stirring as he thought of Stacey who was now upstairs sleeping in his bed. He would have liked to be with her, but he simply had to review this data. He was facing one fuck of a big problem.

Among other things, he had put in an order, as he had for many years, for the newest (2015) line of his top sellers in Porsche and Mercedes. Despite his reliability and success, this was not just a run-of-the-mill process. He'd had to submit tax returns, proof of income, payroll statements, not to mention the million government forms and filings. The cars would not be delivered unless he had absolute proof of his good standing, as well as marketing and advertising plans for the next year. After a long process, all the papers had been signed and the cars were due to be shipped next week. And now here he was looking at these reports wondering how the fuck he was going to keep his commitments, knowing his business was inexplicably hemorrhaging cash. 

For the first time since he was in his twenties, Dave felt the beginning of panic when it came to his business, and now, slight paranoia. Who could he trust anymore? 

He tossed his glasses on the desk and rubbed his tired eyes and reached for a Marlboro Red. Shit! He was smoking a lot lately. What he needed was a goddamned forensic accountant, but could he afford to hire one right now?

Just then he heard footsteps and saw movement at the doorway; he looked up and saw his 19-year old daughter and nearly choked. Jesus Christ! She was totally nude except for a tiny silk thong, and her sleepy hair was mussed about her head. She looked adorably tousled, and sexy as hell. 

"Daddy?" she said, rubbing her eyes. 

Dave instinctively tried to hide the cigarette he had in his hand, though it was really his stress and worry he wanted to hide from her. 

"Shit, honey, did I wake you?"

She walked over, and Dave could not help watching her beautiful breasts, her incredible body, and her sexy lips, all of which amazed him. Far from quenching his lust for her, their intense fucking had only stirred his desire to even greater heights. The love and lust he felt when he saw Stacey walk in the room made him feel like a completely new man. It relaxed him immediately, by distracting him from the challenges his businesses were facing, but at the same time, Stacey energized him with a need to comfort and protect his princess.

Stacey immediately recognized his obvious stress, so she slipped onto his lap, put her arms around his neck and leaned her sleep-infused body against his. He slid one hand down to her hip and held her tight. He was tempted and barely resisted sliding his hand down to her warm pussy.

"You caught me," he said, taking another puff, but blowing the smoke away from her. 

She leaned her heavy head against his shoulder, sighing. Dave watched her big pink nipples harden and thought "Fuck it." Things will work out somehow. He wasn't going to let this business bullshit get to him. And he certainly wasn't going to let it interfere with his incestuous relationship with his daughter, which was still so young and new.

He pushed her hair out of her face and eyes, smiling. 

"Did you have a good sleep?" while stubbing out his cigarette, circling his hand around her waist, and softly stroking her stomach. 

She nodded and hugged him tighter. "But now I can't get back to sleep."

Dave said, "Hmmm... do you want Daddy to take you back up to bed?" while reaching for her nipples, and squeezing and playing with them. 

She buried her face in his neck as he got up, picked her up and hooked her beautifully toned legs around his hips. He carried her upstairs as she straddled him. 

Dave brought her right into his well-appointed bedroom, which was full of expensive furniture and a giant, king-size bed. Stacey drank in the manly aromas of her Daddy—clean linen, musky cologne, wood and cigars... mmmm. He laid her gently on the bed; soon she was lying back on her elbows watching him, fully awake, her large breasts panting, wearing only her little white thong. Stacey's body- her creamy skin and pink nipples—beckoned so seductively in this extremely masculine lair. She seemed so fragile and so fucking hot at the same time—she was truly a sweet, carnal flower, tender and innocent, but bursting with sexual desire. 

Her heaving tits and wet pussy were aching for her Daddy's touch as he hooked one finger on each side and eased her panties off. Stacey's mind was racing around with the thoughts of him penetrating her warm cunt, and how good it would feel to be stretched by his throbbing cock.

Dave quickly slipped his shirt off over his head and removed his jeans and boxers in one swift move. Her soft body, her trusting lust-filled eyes, made the blood surge powerfully into his cock; he felt back in total control, because her sweet devotion and adoration allowed him to be who he truly was. 

He got up on his hands and knees and kissed her from above, leaning down to her mouth and kissing her deeply before moving down her neck, to shoulders, breasts and stomach, leaving a fiery trail in his wake.

When he got to her hips, he gently pushed her knees apart as he moved in closer to her, then slowly and deliberately pushed her taut thighs apart. Stacey was entranced by her Daddy; her eyes were locked into his intense dark brown eyes.

"Do you want Daddy to help you get back to sleep, Stacey baby?"

Stacey nodded, and opened her legs even wider. She felt her nipples harden even more; they were so sensitive and she knew how wonderful it felt when he sucked them hard.

"Then just relax, honey... relax."

He shifted his bulky, muscular six foot frame towards the foot of the bed and got comfortable on his elbows, one hand on each of her thighs, pushing her legs open and holding them firmly apart. She was so wet... He could see the inner lips of her glistening pussy opening and closing with the excitement of having him look at her, the tiny bud of her swelling clit, and her thighs involuntarily trembling and shaking with excitement at his nearness. He used his warm hands on her, stroking her thighs, caressing her stomach, saying "Shh, baby... shh, calm down..." She was so worked up! Her Daddy was between her legs, his face so close to her wet, spread pussy, his lips agonizingly close to her quivering, erect clit. She could not stop trembling. 

Dave softly ran his fingers up and down her inner thighs. He wanted her to slow down, relax, stop tensing up, and enjoy what he was going to do for her. He stroked her legs, occasionally stroking close to her pussy, caressing and soothing the whole area. Slowly Stacey regained control of her breathing by fixating on his strong assured presence and the feel of his hands holding her tight. She loosened up and sank into a passive, receptive state, opening her thighs and pushing towards his mouth, just allowing herself to feel the intense pleasure of having her cunt lips swollen and ready for his mouth.

"Good, baby, just like that," said Dave. 

He leaned in and caressed her inner thighs with his fingertips. She was getting so wet and he inhaled deeply and deliciously, loving her scent. His cock jumped and throbbed powerfully against the bed. The musky aroma of her cunt was so fucking intoxicating. 

He finally touched the core of her sex, running one finger lightly up and down her sweet slit, another just brushing her little clit. He teased her as he started gently exploring her folds with his fingers, probing, rubbing, caressing, then using two thumbs to spread her outer lips open and expose her gaping hole. Stacey loved exposing her sex to her Daddy!

"You're so nice and wet, Stacey, that's my good girl," he whispered.

Dave's words made Stacey moan loudly and twist her body from side to side on the bed. She was quickly losing all control of her thoughts as well as her body. She found herself opening her legs wider and thrusting her pussy towards his mouth; she then reached down and frantically pushed his teasing fingers away from her, moaning because she needed something else, something more!

Taken aback, Dave was momentarily stunned until he smiled, understanding. 

He looked down at her face, murmuring, "You want to be fucked again, don't you baby?" 

Stacey's wild moan was practically a scream.

"Don't you think you've had enough of my cock in the past 48 hours?"

Again she moaned, twisting her body and opening wider, wider, her moans becoming plaintive cries.

Dave pulled back quickly and grabbed hold of his swollen cock, directing it right to her needy pussy. What a horny little daughter he had! 

"Tell Daddy what you want, baby!" as his cock rubbed against her drenched lips.

Stacey moaned, "Inside me! Put it inside me! Oh, fuck me hard, Daddy!"

And with that Dave drove his unbelievably rock hard cock deep within her pussy in one hard stroke.

These two couldn't get enough of each other's bodies or of their dirty chat. They loved it. Dave drove into her deep and fast, her wet pussy enfolding and surrounding his dick. Both Daddy and his little girl felt intense pleasure as her juices flooded out of her pussy and spilled out over her thighs. It felt so good, so good to be Daddy's little girl, his personal pussy! Each thrust of his big cock easily brought her closer and closer until she gasped out as the first wave of an orgasm hit her, exploding from deep within her womb. She felt the muscles in her pussy and ass contract rhythmically sending wave upon wave of pleasure throughout her whole body.

"Oh baby, yes, come on Daddy's cock, yes!" Dave moaned, her orgasm spurring him on to fuck her hard and fast and just get his cock off. 

"Ohhh, FUCK!!" he yelled out. This was so quick, but they needed each other so much! He plowed into her, grabbing her hair and burying his face in her neck as cum exploded out of his balls and flooded her sweet cunt. Stacey was still coming as she felt his cock jerk inside her over and over, and she screamed loudly with pleasure when she felt each spurt of his cum coat the sensitive walls of her womb. At the same time she drove her tongue deep into his mouth and deftly dueled with his.

"Oh, God, Stacey!" Dave groaned as he tumbled down next to her, wiped out, stroking and caressing her shoulder with his right hand while stroking her rock hard nipple with his left. This was so intense for both of them. He was totally spent!

He lay panting next to her for a few minutes, holding her and caressing her face and hair. He then had the irresistible need to see her do something for him. He rolled over on his side, up on one elbow, looking down at her wide eyes, leaned down and kissed her, with one hand in her hair. Looking deeply into her eyes, he reached down and took some of his own thick cum from her open and overflowing pussy. Dave then brought his cum coated fingers right to her mouth. "Taste Daddy, baby... Taste my cum, honey," feeding his sperm to his lustful little slut. He wanted to see her mouth accepting his cum, wanted to hear her loving it, and loving what they were doing. She looked him in the eye, took his hand and held it to her lips and moaned as she sucked the cum off his finger as if it was the sweetest thing in the world. 

He then wrapped her in his arms. "Now sleep, baby, just sleep..."

+++

The next morning, Stacey woke up very early while Dave continued to sleep. She untangled herself from his warm arms, threw back the covers and, nude, tiptoed past him. Dave slept deeply. Stacey stood and gazed at him a few minutes, taking in his big powerful body, his hands, his handsome face. She whispered, "I love you, Daddy..." while fighting the desire to curl up back in his arms. But she resisted the temptation and headed into her own room for her morning shower.

Standing under the driving warm water was really the first moment since their wild coupling that she had been fully alone with her emotions. She soaped up a sponge and got completely lathered with thick suds, running her hands all over her sexy body—her hips, her legs, her tight ass, her flat stomach and finally her bouncy tits, which were throbbing, the hard pink nipples pushing out through the sudsy foam. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers over the sensitive tips dreamily, getting aroused again, thinking of Daddy naked and asleep in the next room.

Her mind tried to grasp the intense pleasure she had felt the last two days but it really couldn't. The memories just throbbed in her tits and pussy. She felt so sexy and now knew the lustful desire of a man, a real, totally sensuous and sexy man. After all those months of frustrated adventures, she finally knew what the hell her friends were going on about! But Stacey had so much more than her silly girlfriends. She knew now not only the unspeakable pleasures of sex; she also felt the truly carnal desire and love of her Daddy! Had had she really done all those things, said all those words, yelled and screamed and begged her father to fuck her? It seemed unbelievable. But it wasn't a dream. She was so happy! Her pussy was on fire, still, as the image and memory of his big cock throbbed in her mind. She felt her clit throbbing as she realized she was enslaved and enthralled. She loved him! And she knew he truly loved her; loved her in the most taboo and forbidden manner! 

She was in a state of sexual pleasure only a girl deeply in love can be. She felt warm and safe and oh so fucking hot. She wondered if she could ever get enough of her Daddy, and what she could do to make sure he would use her; use her in every way to fulfill his naughtiest whims and desires. 

A throbbing need settled in her belly, in her womb, and did not go away, even as she toweled off and got dressed. She knew now she no longer had to hide her lust for her father, at least in his house. The thought that she now had this freedom in their home made her sinful desires burn even hotter in her body and in her mind! All the frustration and longing of her life was completely changed to lustful indulgence and anticipation. Her mood showed in her appearance, making her more beautiful and alluring than she already was. She seemed to glow with a hidden secret. 

She got dressed in a white blouse and a tight green skirt and heels. Today was her first day at the office and she wanted to look sexy but proficient and accomplished. She pulled her long brown hair back in a professional-looking headband and applied a tasteful amount of make-up. 

There was only one thing bothering her—one tiny worry nagging at her brain.

She could see that her father was tense and unhappy, despite their recent exciting activities. A fear formed in her mind that she didn't like to think about. She pushed it away and went down to the kitchen.

It was like any other day in their harmonious relationship, except for the fact that when Stacey was standing at the counter getting some coffee, she suddenly felt Dave's hand circle her waist, his head burrow into her neck, and his voice say, "Mmmmmm... good morning ." She smiled while he pushed his cock into the crack of her ass. "I woke up and you weren't there my sweet girl..." She turned to face him and took in his expensive dress shirt, dark suit and tie, his hair still damp from the shower. Never was he so sexy and handsome to her as when he was all dressed up in the mornings, and here he was gazing at her openly with sex and desire plainly written on his face. 

She smiled. "Today's a big day. I wanted to be ready."

Dave hesitated a second, reached out and played with her hair. "Honey, I wanted to mention that..."

His dark eyes looked her glittery green ones. "I think we should be a little... discreet, at the office, um..." he said, not quite knowing how to put it.

Stacey handed him a steaming cup of coffee, cutting him off. "I know," she said brightly.

He smiled, leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I promise I'll make it up to you later..."

She smiled again, looking at him, and repeated herself. "I know," she said, with a sexy and knowing smile on her lips.

Dave laughed. "Ahead of me, as always, I see."

"I'm ready. Shall we go?"

As they were leaving, Stacey noticed Dave looking at his phone with a stressed expression on his face, which he immediately tried to hide as soon as he saw her looking at him. It made the pit of her stomach contract, and that nagging fear throb in the back of her mind. She tried to forget it as they got in his SUV, but it wouldn't go away. She couldn't even appreciate being so close with him, in his car, smelling his wonderful sexy Daddy smells, and remembering how exciting it always was to go to work with him as a little girl. She began to feel like she was going to burst.

Dave's office building was in an exclusive corporate enclave about 30 minutes away. Stacey was quiet as they drove on the freeway out of Raleigh. Dave had his hands clenched on the steering wheel, and was really gunning it. When he roared out "Fuck!!" when some asshole cut him off, Stacey had had enough. She just had to say something.

"Daddy, I have to ask you something!"

Dave noticed her anxiety, but kept driving and said quietly, "What is it, honey?"

"You've been very upset lately! Is it... because of me?" 

Dave looked at her harshly and swore under his breath. The next thing she knew, he pulled over to the side, right off the freeway, stopped the car and turned on the hazards.

"Stacey." He said, clearly disturbed, sitting still for just a second.

"Look at me." 

He turned towards her and held her face, looking into her eyes. 

"Listen to Daddy: I would NEVER be upset about our... relationship, or upset with you. NEVER. Do you understand?"

She slowly nodded. 

"It's just that you've been bothered ever since... "

Again Dave swore under his breath, to himself, "Fuck..."

He turned towards her again. "It's  work , honey, nothing more. And I want you to promise me something."

"Yes?"

"If you ever get a worry like that in your head again, tell me. Tell me everything. I do not want you to worry about anything. Do you promise me?"

She nodded.

Dave leaned in to her and looked her in the eye. He said, "I  love , our relationship and I love you with all of my heart ," and kissed her sweetly on the lips.

"Well then... what's going on with 'work'?" She felt the knot in her stomach that had been there for the past week dissolving, but now she wanted to know what could be bothering him so very much.

"Honey, it's nothing you need to worry about, I promise you. This is your day. You have other things to think about. So let's get going."

Little did Stacey know this was just one surprise in a day full of illuminating surprises.

+++

With Dave's assurances and her worries abated, Stacey walked into the office building with excitement. It was a three-story building with about 150 employees, and keeping with Dave's tastes was well appointed in every detail. His "business" had become quite an enterprise, extending well outside the immediate environs of Raleigh. He had over 50 repair ships and had just extended his auto dealership by five new showrooms, totaling 35 in North and South Carolina. 

Most importantly, Dave was sitting on a possible deal to franchise both his name and his repair business. If this worked out, he could potentially go national, which was the holy mother lode, and something which would make him the envy of every single businessman in Raleigh. Jesus, his income would instantly surge along with the prestige of such a courageous move. And the added jobs it raked in to this area would make him a goddamned hero.




The Internship Ch. 02



Of course, none of this was on Stacey's mind. She was thinking about how it used to feel to walk in here as a little girl. She hadn't been here for several years, but she knew every detail—the thick carpets, chrome fixtures, expensive furnishings and artwork brought back all the thrilling feelings of accompanying her father to the office on "special" days. She'd always loved seeing all the people admiring him; in her young mind the whole world loved her Daddy like she did. 

But how strange it was seeing it all as an adult. 

As they walked onto the main floor past all the offices and cubicles with various employees milling about, she remembered how they used to seem like a sea of adoring gazes. She saw some adoring looks, but she also saw women (and men) looking at her father with undisguised lust; some were looking right at her with hatred and envy; some at her father with resentment and jealousy; some were cold and calculating. It was like walking into a high school assembly. 

They headed over to a hallway, where Dave opened a door labeled "Accounting." This opened into a private room where only two people were at work, each at their own large, secluded desk area. Dave walked right over to a young, pretty black woman, who stood up respectfully. 

Dave had his hand on Stacey's waist. 

"Honey, this is Joyce Walker, one of my financial analysts. She'll be the one mentoring you."

Joyce gave her a big smile. "Nice to meet you, Stacey. I'm looking forward to it." 

"Do you need anything from me? Is her computer set up?" Dave inquired.

"All set. We can start anytime," Joyce confidently replied.

"Ok, well I need to take her upstairs for a few minutes. And thank you, Joyce. You know this means a lot to me."

Stacey noted that Joyce looked at him in almost the same way she did, with open adoration. It made her instantly love her. 

Then Dave steered her to the other occupant of the room, a very good-looking man of about 45. He had dark blonde hair with the most beautiful, piercing blue eyes Stacey had ever seen. He was simply stunning. He had classically handsome, chiseled features along with a sexy little boy sweetness. The combination was devastating; the first impression he gave was as a man who could get absolutely anything he wanted in life based on his looks alone. Too bad Stacey could tell right away that he hated her. She instinctively moved a few inches closer to her father.

"Fred, you remember Stacey?"

Ah, now she remembered. He'd been at the house a few times. 

"Honey, this is Fred Hayes, my CFO."

Fred got up reluctantly and shook her hand. His palm was cold and clammy, the epitome of the classic dead fish handshake; yuck! She instantly let go. 

"Nice to have you on board," he lied. 

"She'll be here with Joyce; if they need anything, I hope you'll let me know."

Fred said, "Of course, Dave, anything you need."

"Thanks again."

Dave had recently moved his own office to the top floor, so he steered Stacey to the bank of elevators. Inside, with no one else around, they exchanged a look that made both of them break into a big smile—Stacey thinking how hot he looked. Once again she took in every detail: his suit, his expensive watch and his briefcase. He simply exuded authority in this place. Dave was smiling at just how fucking glad he was to have her here. 

Before he knew it, he found himself breaking the very suggestion he had made to her that morning. He leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Come back up to my office today at 1:00."

They arrived at his suite, and he took her to a desk where two women stood chatting. They both immediately spun around and became alert for Dave, who was, after all, the CEO whom they all served. Stacey saw two Southern women, one older than the other. The older one she recognized— this was Paula, his longtime assistant and secretary. She was tall with black hair in a perfect Louise Brooks bob, sharp features and intelligent eyes. Stacey vaguely remembered her, mostly for being ice cold. 

"Morning, Dave. Your schedule and mail is on the desk." Not a word to Stacey, even though she knew exactly who she was; no warm fuzzies there.

Dave immediately put a hand on Stacey's shoulder. 

"Honey," he said, gesturing to the other woman, "This is Kathy, the office manager. She'll be helping you get settled in and will handle any questions you may have."

Kathy was a luscious blonde with big blue eyes, which barely glanced at Stacey but fixed intensely on Dave. Both women were dressed to the nines in expensive business suits, nylons and classy looking heels. Both had an ample amount of make-up to bolster their appearance. From the way she was looking at him, Stacey knew instantly that her father had fucked Kathy; and dumped her. Stacey smiled inside at the fate of this obvious gold-digger.

Dave was clearly annoyed at their dismissive inattention toward his little girl. 

"Kathy, I want her set up with security and your assurance that her computer is ready to go."

Kathy instantly came over and gave her a stiff hug. "Well we'll get you all settled in! How nice to meet you! Aren't you just darling!" 

Dave turned to her, "Ok, hon, I'll talk to you soon. Kathy here will take you back downstairs to Joyce's office."

+++

Several hours later, her mind reeling with financial terms, Stacey took the elevator up to the top floor, which was quiet and deserted when she got there. Neither Paula nor Kathy was around.

She knocked on Dave's door, and heard him say "Come in, hon."

Daddy's office! It was so beautiful—high up, with a gorgeous view, lots of windows, and his preferred dark and masculine furnishings, including a huge oak desk. 

Stacey smiled deeply at him when she came in, and as he told her "Lock the door."

He was sitting on his big leather couch, leaning back and watching her, his tie loosened, his hands resting on his thighs invitingly. In truth, he hadn't been able to concentrate all morning, and he was aching to feel her body. He patted his thighs, "Come here and sit on Daddy's lap." 

God they loved this little game! His cock was throbbing as he watched her curved, sexy hips, clad in that tight green skirt which highlighted her eyes so beautifully. He saw her nipples harden through her business-like blouse as she came over. He pulled her right down so she was sitting astride his lap. His arms instantly wrapped tight around her hips and drew her close.

He sunk his hands into her hair and started kissing her neck. "Tell me about your day."

Stacey began to chatter away while Dave ran his hands over her ass, up her back, circling her hips, meanwhile nuzzling her neck.

"Hmmmmm... now tell me... Daddy needs your opinion, baby girl. You met a lot of people today."

"Yes."

"Who did you like best?"

Stacey immediately said, "Joyce," meanwhile melting with lust at his kisses. 

"Ah, interesting choice! And why did you like her?" His hand was moving up her thighs beneath her tight skirt.

Stacey was finding it difficult to talk. "Oh, she's nice, and... friendly... and she loves you..."

"And? Anyone you didn't like?" One hand was now stroking her through her silk panties, making Stacey squirm and shift on his big strong lap. 

"Fred!" she said immediately, gasping. 

"Fred! Well we'll just have to see about that! Why didn't you like him?"

Stacey couldn't answer because Dave had drawn her mouth to his and was kissing her deeply while continuing to stroke her soaked pussy. She was so turned on and totally at the mercy of his hands and mouth. Her clit was throbbing and her panties getting absolutely drenched. 

"And what about Paula and Kathy? I need to know what my smart girl thinks of them."

Stacey quickly said, "Bitches. And Kathy wants to fuck you... again."

Dave felt his cock jump against her squirming ass. "Oh? And you don't like that! Why?"

He held her head and made her look in his eyes.

"Why, baby girl?"

Stacey squirmed on his lap as she felt his hard cock grinding up into her ass, but didn't say anything.

"Because only you get to fuck your Daddy, is that it?"

Finally she leaned in and kissed him hard, saying "Yes!"

Dave said, "Good girl!" then leaned in and whispered in her ear, "We'll take care of that when we get home." 

Stacey stood up to go on very shaky legs while Dave lay back beaming, still with the most raging, visible hard-on. 

"Blow Daddy a kiss before you go."

They smiled deeply and looked wickedly right into each others' eyes, loving this interaction. 

Stacey leaned down and planted a soft, sweet kiss on the fabric imprisoning his fantastically swollen cock. She stood up and kissed him, whispering, "I'll see you at home..."

+++

After this delightful lunch hour, Dave returned to his desk energized and ready to get down to business. 

He had a stack of bank statements in front of him that he had asked Joyce to prepare for him. Normally he would have let her or someone else handle this, but now he was personally scrutinizing every single detail about his finances, looking for anything amiss. 

And just like that, he found something.

Starting almost exactly two years ago, there was a tiny dip in the deposits coming from his repair shops compared to previous years. It was so small as to be imperceptible, especially since unlike the dealerships the repairs often fluctuated in their income. But he kept looking. The dip was tiny, but consistent. Every month. Using a calculator and comparing to previous years, he figured out there had been anywhere from a 1-3 % erosion in funds coming from those shops. 

The first thought that occurred to him was, well why wasn't this noted in the last audit? This was the first time he had personally gone back more than a year, reviewing the detail. How could his very expensive team of accountants not noticed this? He pushed that question aside and kept looking.

But there it was, as clear as day. A steady little drip leaking month to month. 

"Oh fuck you, Fred," he thought. "I think I have you, you bastard."

+++

Towards the end of the day, Stacey headed into the women's bathroom, having to pass by Fred, who looked at her with a hostile, sour expression. This was not, however, the reaction of most of the other men she passed on the way, who were checking out her hot ass and jiggling tits. 

"Who the fuck is that?" one of them whispered to the other.

"Dave's daughter," the other responded.

"No shit! What's she doing here?

"Interning. All summer..."

"Oh fuck me...serious?"

"Indeed... her name's  Stacey ,..."

"Oh, come to Daddy, Stacey baby!"

"Yes, well, guess where she's sitting... with that fucktard, Fred Hayes."

"Really?" The two guys exchanged a look. "Well that's a damned waste of a hot ass."

It was towards the end of the day and Stacey somehow found herself in a very out-of-the- way ladies room, having gotten lost and ending up on a basement floor. She was in her stall, pausing to check her phone, when she heard voices and a door opening. She was just about to get up to leave when she heard one of them say, "Dave..." She instantly shut up. It was Paula, and she was pretty sure the other voice was Kathy. She listened intently.

"... and his little 'intern.'"

" God,. Another intern with big tits." 

Yes, Stacey was sure this was Kathy speaking.

"Yes but this one's 'Daddy's little girl,'" Paula said in a mocking tone.

"Spoiled little bitch is more like it," said Kathy.

"Shh! You don't want that to get back to the  boss ,. Shut up and act nice. What were you thinking this morning? We need to kiss his little girl's sweet ass. So suck it up and—"

"Take care of Little Miss Perfect, I got it." 

Stacey sat stunned in the stall as she heard them leave. 

+++

Later that night, after a pleasant ride home, Dave was sitting in the den reading after dinner when Stacey came down from her bedroom. 

She plopped down next to him and said, "OK. I want to know. Tell me what's going on."

Dave, wearing jeans and a polo shirt, looked up at her over his reading glasses. 

"About?"

"This 'work' problem you mentioned."

Dave sighed. "All right, all right. I didn't want to worry you needlessly."

Stacey listened as Dave reeled off the story, which she didn't quite understand. Missing funds. Embezzlement. Forged documents. 

She studied his face. "And you think Fred's behind it. I thought you and he were friends?"

"We are—or were—I should say."

"How did you know him again?"

"I worked on his cars, a long time ago. He used to come in to my shop. Always really nice... We struck up a friendship. I would say we got quite close for a time... And then we lost touch for quite a while... Anyway, after the business really took off, I ran into him again and he was out of work, so I hired him on. He performed very well, rising to the position of my Chief Financial Officer." 

"Hmmm... And you think he's the one stealing from you?" 

"I only suspect it, that's all."

"Well how can we find out?"

"Oh that's a little more difficult." 

"But I'm there..."

"Honey, you are there to learn. If you should happen to hear or see something, great, but don't get distracted."

Stacey looked at him for a minute, then said, "I'll be right back."

A few minutes later she came back down, wearing a tiny baby T and the teeniest of bikini panties. She stood right in front of Dave and said, "I quit my job at the mall, and I'm going to work at the office full-time until we get this 

straightened out." 

Dave recognized this tone. When "sweet Stacey" really had her mind set on something, that was it. He gave up. He didn't want one of their arguments.

"Fine. If that's the case, then I suggest the first thing you do is get to know Joyce a lot better. She's very smart, and... "— he was so distracted by her body he couldn't continue.

"Oh, fuck..." he stood up and picked her up, while she laughed and he carried her upstairs. 

They tumbled onto the bed and Dave ended up on top of her, looking into her eyes. He caressed her cheek. 

"It's been a long day, my girl..."

"Aren't you tired?" she said.

Dave shook his head and leaned down and kissed her.

"Thank you for sharing with me this morning." 

Stacey looked so beautiful gazing up at him as he said, "I don't want there to be any barriers between us."

"Me either."

"Do you remember your promise? To talk to me? Tell me everything?"

She nodded.

Stacey had never felt such a pure, absolute love for her father, even as her mind wandered back to the phrases she had overheard that day: " Daddy's little girl ...  spoiled little bitch." She said, "I love you, Daddy." 

Dave leaned down to her ear, "I love you, too, darling."

He leaned up on an elbow looking down at her and playing with her hair.

"So listen, honey, I'm going to be out of town for a week."

Stacey's eyes got wide. "Why?"

"I'm going out to visit some of my shops and make some inquiries."

She felt a horrible ache in her body at the thought of him leaving. "Oh," she said, crestfallen.

Recognizing her disappointment, he tilted her chin up to look at him. "Are you serious about helping me?"

She nodded, "Of course."

"OK well tomorrow, why don't you have coffee with Joyce. Talk to her. Feel her out. See if she suspects or knows anything."

"All right... "

"Then let me know. Text me. I think she will, she's very smart. Then we'll have a little meeting before I go."

Stacey thought it was quite exciting conspiring with him in his bed late at night, and being the one he trusted enough to confide in.

"Hmm, an assignment."

"Yes. I'll get my two little unsuspected sleuths to help me uncover the mischievous deeds going on, while I'm away. How does that sound?"

Stacey smiled. "Good."

"Ok," Dave said, reaching down to stroke her thigh. "Enough work talk."

He got up and quickly stripped down to his boxers and got back into bed. He pulled Stacey towards him, wrapping his big arms around her, and wondering how the hell he'd ever managed to sleep without her in his bed. Her ass, hardly covered by her tiny panties, pushed against his cock as she snuggled back into him.

"You need your rest, baby girl...," he said as he nibbled on her neck.

Stacey drifted off to sleep happy in her Daddy's arms...

+++

She awoke after many hours of restful slumber, feeling unaccountably aroused. Mmmmmm... she instinctively reached back behind her, coming quickly awake as she felt her father's raging hard cock pushing into her back. She smiled... what a wonderful way to be woken up in the middle of the night.

The thought of leaving her for a whole week had pulled Dave out of a deep sleep with the most intense erection. He'd pushed down his boxers and released his enormously swollen cock while instinctively reaching for Stacey. He knew she was sleeping, but he absolutely could not resist touching her hips and pulling her back into him. He simply had to have her. His cock was so painfully hard being so near her body and her warm, wet pussy.

He nuzzled her neck, so horny and so turned on, so ready for sex, as he felt her sweet moan of pleasure and her hand reach back and grab his thick, throbbing cock. Her soft hand closed around it and Dave moaned it felt so fucking good. God he was on fire with his sinful desires. Somehow the time of night, the solitude, and having her in his own bed made indulging their incestuous lust so much more delicious and exciting. He wasted no time grinding his cock into her ass to let her know he wanted to fuck.

He leaned in and whispered, "You feel that, baby girl?" He pushed his cock, so violently hard, against her ass. "How can you doubt that I love this?"

Stacey was instantly on fire, picking up his mood and feeling her nipples and pussy respond. She softly rubbed her ass against his cock, saying, "I love it, too... and Daddy?"

"Yes, baby?" Dave said.

Stacey gripped his cock harder. "I want to feel this inside me all night. I want you to use your slutty daughter tonight, as much and in any way you want."

Dave groaned, "All right, baby girl, then open your legs... That's good, just like that."

He continued to kiss her neck while he kept her propped up while scissoring her from behind. He quickly drew her panties down as she lifted her ass, then ran his hot hand up her thigh. 

Stacey moaned... he had her somewhat pinned, held tightly, driving her crazy with his tongue while exposing her hot, wet pussy to his roaming, ravaging hands. She was his little pet, his fucktoy, and she loved it! 

Dave teased his hand slowly up towards her bare, spread slit, making Stacey pant with arousal as he quickly got her dripping wet for that hard cock throbbing against her ass.

They both groaned when his hand found her pussy! She was so warm and so wet and open he easily pushed three, four fingers gently inside her and probed her pulpy slit. 

He whispered in her ear, "Are you ready for Daddy?"

Stacey moaned and clutched his cock harder.

"Then put me inside your lovely cunt, baby."

She brought his cock to her swollen pussy and Dave he pushed it right up inside her, spreading her lips to accept the huge head and shaft. She moaned with happiness, and so did Daddy. 

Her body was stilled, his arms circling her so that everything faded away but the feel of his sensitive cock filling her up. Dave began pumping gently, not drawing out all the way but fucking up into her with long strokes, as they relished every second. "You're so fucking tight" Dave whispered "So wet and hot and tight, my sweet girl!!" He ground his cock up into her belly while he drew her closer to him, holding her stomach with one had as his thighs and crotch rubbed against her. He used his other hand to squeeze her nipple between his index finger and thumb sending a jolt of lightning to her pussy with each little twist. His ass was clenching tight and straining with each long, slow delicious plunge in her body.




The Internship Ch. 02



Stacey had never seen him so needy, so hungry for her! His cock was stroking her deep in her womb, right up against the deepest G-spot; she could feel the head inside her swollen and throbbing, and she felt the walls of her pussy clutching around it. He found her clit, and rubbed it with his thumb in slow circles, making her gush wetness all over both of them. They were both sweating as they savored this hot fuck to the fullest, knowing they would be separated very soon. He pumped her lovingly while telling her how much he would be thinking about her when he was away. His powerful, rock hard dick totally controlled her. Very quickly she felt the beginnings of a slow, melting orgasm forming with every movement he made into her sex. 

As he felt her beginning to come, Dave drove his tongue into her mouth and sucked hers deeply into his own. He kept kissing her as he heard her moan and felt her pussy shuddering with the head of his cock, so deep inside her he could feel every tiny pulse and wave of pleasure. She came with his hands keeping her legs wide open, her pussy fully exposed, her wetness impossible to miss as it bathed his cock, instantly triggering his own climax. He moaned, "Oh fuck, Stacey, here it comes, baby, here it comes..." as he felt a powerful orgasm rising from his balls and erupting into his baby girl. "Coming Stacey, I'm coming in you baby! I'm filling my little girl!" he gasped.

A deep animal growl issued from within his throat as his orgasm exploded like a molten volcano inside her, cum pumping out thick and hot and slow, and flooding her womb. He was so hard and so full within her not a drop escaped; she was simply drilled with her Daddy's cum as her own orgasm pulsed along with his. 

Dave rubbed and massaged her stomach while they both felt his throbbing cock spurting deep within her.

As he came down from this quiet but very intense climax, Dave stayed inside her, kissed her neck, held her tight, and pushed the damp hair from her face. He kissed her sweetly, saying, "Mmmmm... thank you, baby girl..."

They lay cuddled together, his cock never leaving 

her pussy. She knew he was just waiting until he could fuck her again.

They murmured and whispered and talked for a long while, mostly Dave telling her how beautiful she was, and how much he loved being able to reach for her and find her next to him. Eventually he started asking her about her day.

"Did you think about Daddy today while you were working?" 

"Yes," she gasped.

"What were you thinking... exactly... Daddy wants to know." Dave said, as he rubbed against her. 

Stacey gasped, "I was thinking about last night."

"What about it? Look at me! What about it?"

"I was thinking about you coming inside me!"

"Like I just did?... what a cumslut you are, baby girl..." he said as he continued to rub her fertile young belly.

Hearing the kind of naughty thoughts occupying his daughter's mind seemed to energize Dave, and he felt his cock stirring again.

"Here, honey..." He rolled over and pulled her up towards him. "I want you to get on top of me."

He grabbed her by her slim waist and hoisted her spread-eagle over his hips, poised above his cock now hard and throbbing with need for her again. 

He continued to hold her hips tight as she steadied herself with one hand on his chest.

Stacey looked him in the eye as she sank down, slowly, loving how he was enjoying watching her. 

He held her hips as she steadily sunk down on his cock, whispering up at her to "Go slow, Stacey baby, go slow." He wanted to feel every sweet moment of this. She watched his expression change with every inch she took inside her. She rocked her hips forward and backward to accommodate his thick cock, each movement downward getting easier as her slick wetness lubricated his dick. Oh fuck, he felt so huge from this position that she had to press down hard to get him in. 

Dave had his eyes closed as he whispered, "Keep going, don't stop!" 

Stacey bit her lip and pushed down, suddenly feeling something give way inside her and the rest of his cock slam into her in one stroke. They were now completely joined together! They smiled up at each other as they luxuriated in the moment. His face was serious and he watched her intently as he began to push up into her. 

"Now fuck your Daddy, baby. Nice and slow. Easy, easy..." 

"Oh that's it!" He moaned loudly as watched her beginning to grind down. Stacey placed her hands on her taut, spread thighs, steadying herself as her hips went to work and Dave continued to control and direct her movements with his hands and words. 

"Just ride me, baby, ride my cock," he whispered as he watched her, "Enjoy yourself." Their eyes locked, the knowledge and acceptance of their incestuous love burning white hot between them. She smiled and beamed with pleasure as she undulated on his body, giving in to the slow sweet motion. He loved it, and he loved watching her. He held her tightly, his forearms on her thighs and his hands holding her fantastic, curved hips. She swayed and rocked above him for a long time as he whispered up to her how beautiful she was, how fucking hot she looked to him. 

He whispered up at her to touch her tits for him. She smiled and looked down at her swaying breasts, watching how her nipples hardened at the sound of his voice. She rubbed her palms against the tips, then squeezed her tits tight together as the sinuous movements of her hips continued to milk his throbbing prick. Looking him in the eye, she pushed her tongue out and slowly licked her hard pink nipples, around and then flicking across the tight puckered points; she moaned for him as she licked and sucked her own breasts with deep pleasure, finally being able to take one full nipple deep into her mouth. She made loud wet sucking sounds when it popped out and she pushed it back in and kept lapping it into her mouth.

Dave hissed out "Oh fuck!" as he felt his cock surge impossibly harder inside her as he watched her. Jesus Christ she was so fucking beautiful, and such a wicked little slut! 

Stacey leaned forward, down towards his face as her hips continued to grind on his. She kissed him, and licked his neck, inhaling his wonderful Daddy smells. She whispered in his ear hotly, "I want your cum inside me again... before you go... I need it! Please, Daddy...!" She knew he must be simply bursting!! 

Dave couldn't hold off the need to come much longer. He grabbed hold of Stacey and pulled her off his cock, turned around and lay down on top of her. 

"I need to know where you want it, baby girl..." He pushed back the sweaty hair from her face and neck and ears so he could kiss them. 

"Do you want Daddy to come in your pussy or your ass before he goes away, hmmmmm...?" he murmured, tenderly playing with her hair. 

Stacey practically screamed. His voice and touch made her crazy! 

"Tell Daddy what you want..."

Stacey moaned long and loud. Oh she knew what she wanted. She'd wanted it forever. The thought of him shooting his cum deep in her ass awoke all of her most submissive thoughts. She had dreamed of it and touched herself thinking about it many times. She was just like her Daddy, who loved anal, too. She wanted to feel his swollen cock push against and spread her puckered anus.

She moaned and wiggled her ass up at his hips and stomach lying on top of her and said, "Here, I want you come inside me here... deep in my ass!" In Stacey's mind, there could be no more intimate way to completely submit to this man she loved so deeply than by giving her asshole for him to use, to fill with his cock, to empty his balls into; this would be the ultimate expression of her love for him!

Dave whispered, "It might hurt you, baby girl!"

She pushed up hard against him with her full, soft lush ass cheeks, pressed against his cock, giving herself to him to do whatever he wanted with her. "I know, Daddy," she whispered, "But I want you to."

Dave was so aroused he immediately rolled over and got behind her, drew up her hips and ordered her to "Get on her hands on knees. Show Daddy how much you want it." 

He ran his big warm hands all over her sexy peach of an ass, her hips, her thighs, adoring the beautiful body he was going to ravish. She pushed back towards him, spreading her legs wider, and opening her gorgeous smooth ass cheeks, giving her little hole to his hands and fingers. She found herself getting down on her elbows, lower, so she could push and spread her ass higher towards him. She moaned deeply when she felt him dip his fingers in her gushing pussy and slather some of her wetness and cum on her tight bud of an asshole. 

She whispered "Yes, Daddy, yes..." as the excitement mounted in her. 

Dave noticed her hot eagerness and smiled to himself. She truly was his own child. She apparently wanted this dark, forbidden delight as much as he did. In his mind it was the most tender and intimate way to fuck a woman—and a proper way to tell her he'd be missing her so much.

"Now just relax, Stacey. Do what Daddy tells you." He wanted to lessen the pain he knew he was going to cause her. 

Stacey felt his warm fatherly hand plant itself on one cheek, while with his thumb he began pushing against her tight, well-lubricated hole. She moaned and pushed towards it. She felt his big thumb slip inside her and stay there, opening her up, and a powerful jolt went straight to her clit. Already she could feel her pussy responding by getting very wet. She moaned, it felt so good! She felt him pushing his thumb in deeper, stretching her, preparing her, sliding past her opening over and over until she felt a burning pleasure with each movement of his tormenting finger. 

Dave removed his thick finger from her little puckered hole with a pop, leaving her gaping and ready for his cock. He took hold of it and aimed it at her little rosebud, so hard and throbbing the pre-cum was leaking right off the top of his cock and onto her ass. 

"Ok, baby girl, now relax..." he said as he lodged the tip of his large cockhead into her and began to push steadily in. He pushed hard, knowing this was the worst part, hard and deep until he felt the head sink past her tight opening and get fully inside her. Then he waited to give her a chance to adjust to him, while his fat cock stretched her tight and she cried out into the bed.

"Hang on, baby..." 

He stood still and let his cock just throb and throb at her opening, so hard and so full. After a while he felt Stacey stirring and moaning and pushing back a little on him, and squeezing his cock with her opening. 

"Oh, fuck yes," Dave moaned, "Yes, baby, yes..."

She was lying dazed, with her face on the bed, reaching back and holding her own thighs, spreading herself for him. She had felt a little pain, but it soon gave way to the most shocking, unbelievable feelings. A warm, dirty pleasure spread out from his invading cock that made her weak and full of wonder. She moaned and squirmed a little but tried to keep perfectly still for him, for his cock, because every cell in her body was now focused on the shocking, exciting feelings he was evoking. She moaned into the bed, "More... more... give me more, Daddy..."

He felt her asshole relax and her whole body become soft, receptive and pliant as he pushed in further, relentlessly, until he was fully buried deep in her tight channel. He let out a deep moan as his cock bottomed out in her impossibly tight ass. He heard Stacey moan loudly with pleasure.

He bent over her, his cock fully embedded in her sweet, tight, sexy ass, his mouth at her ear.

"Shh, shh, calm down, baby... now let Daddy fuck you, nice and slow, that's it..."

He started to pump his hips slowly in and out while leaning heavily on her body, grasping her hair and continuing to whisper in her ear, telling her how good she felt on his cock, how tight she was, how soft and warm. 

A hot, wet, liquid pleasure took over Stacey's whole lower body as her Daddy tenderly fucked her sweet little ass and cooed into her ear. It was simply unbelievable. Beyond anything she had every felt before with her Daddy. She moaned and moaned, loving it! She reached down between her legs to feel her pussy, which was so wet her hands got completely drenched as soon as she touched herself. She was so fucking turned on by this that her juices were running down her slick thighs and onto the bed! She had to touch her clit. She reached back and found it, and the combination of Daddy's thick cock stroking inside her tight ass and the sensuous rubbing of her clit rocketed her quickly to the onset of another intense orgasm.

He was so rock hard! She could feel it inside her; the inner walls of her ass were so sensitive and she felt every pulse of his massive cock. She wiggled her ass higher, pushed back on his dick, fucked him back harder, gasping each time his hips slammed into her ass, wanting more and more! She gripped the sheets and started rocking back towards his hips.

Dave felt her urgency and pushed harder and deeper into her, steadying himself with one hand on her ass cheek and slamming his hips into her, but holding back from the full pounding her knew he would give her one day. Each time he thrust in he heard her grunt and scream and saw her clutch the sheets, but he knew she was loving it by the way she was grinding back and by how amazingly wet she was. 

As he started fucking her more intensely, as his big cockhead raked back and forth inside her tight virgin ass, he said, "I want you to think of this when I'm away... how hard I am for you, and only you, Stacey."

He continued to fuck her but leaned over so he was whispering in her ear: "You have your Daddy wrapped around your little finger. I love my little girl more than anything in the world. I cannot do without you, honey..."

Stacey melted at his loving words, and squeezed her ass tightly around his plunging cock in response. 

"Everything I do is for you, everything I am is because of you. Don't ever doubt how much your Daddy loves you."

Stacey rolled her eyes and moaned in heavenly delight at his words. Having him tell her he loved her so tenderly, while his throbbing cock was buried to the hilt in her ass and fucking her, made her crazy! It was so fucking sweet and dirty at the same time. She was bursting, at the very pinnacle of her own sexual pleasure, and it was her own Daddy who was doing it for her, her own father who seemed to know just exactly how to please her! 

Oh, she really was a "spoiled little bitch," she thought, as she began to come hard on his magnificent cock, which was dominating her with gentleness as well as power. Her hips bucked up violently as an orgasm tore up and down her ass and into her pussy. She screamed and slammed her body down onto the bed in absolute ecstasy, yelling "Oh, fuck, Daddy, yes!! Make me your girl!!"

Stacey's wild pleasure immediately caused Dave to groan and explode along with her. 

"Oh fuck... here it comes again, baby... here it comes... it's all for you, Stacey, all for you..." as a massive load started erupting in her ass.

Stacey felt Dave's cock swell up unbelievably huge and hard inside her; she could feel the bloated cockhead pulsing hot, fast and intense, and then just explode. She screamed! She felt every single stream of his hot cum shooting out of his cock and splashing against the tight walls of her ass. It was so fucking hot, so dirty, and so wonderful!! 

Dave came so fucking hard he felt light-headed, yelling out "Fuck, Stacey, FUCK!" as his cock pumped into her, and he grasped her hips tightly to take it all! He groaned as he gave her every last drop of his hot cum just like he promised he would. 

He collapsed down against her, close to her perspiring face, kissing her tenderly on the cheek...

"Mmmmm... my sweet baby girl... "

Stacey was staring off into space with dazed, lust-filled eyes, still holding her legs wide apart, and a look of total bliss on her face.

"I'm yours, Daddy... I'm yours... I am totally yours...!"



The Internship Ch. 02



I giggled and we both start kissing each other. I can taste my juices off his mouth.

Brian – We had done lots of hard work tonight, so I think we need to eat something.

He left the room and when he came back, he was having one tray filled with fruits, pastries, cream and vodka. I was still in my gown and he was in his trousers.

Brian – Don't you think we are wearing so many clothes?

I smiled and said – Sort of.

He made me stand and came behind me. He opened the zipper of my gown and I let it go off my body. Now I was just in my bra. He opened the hook of it and moved strap off my shoulder. I tried to hold my bra but he stopped me. Now he moved infront of me and removed my bra and tossed it to the floor.

Brian – I was aware that you have an awesome pair but it's beyond my imagination.

Now he pushed me on bed and rotated my position, so that my face will be on the edge of the bed. I was able to see him upside down. He sat on the floor on his knees and took a strawberry. He kept that in between his lips and placed on my lips. As we chewed it our mouth has filled with its fruity flavour mixed with our saliva. We were kissing each other so passionately and he was caressing and fondling my boobs.

Now he took one banana and start tracing it all over my lips. I was getting aroused by this.

Brian whispered– Open your mouth honey!

I smiled and parted my lips. He placed the banana on my lips and I started to suck it slowly. He was observing the pleasure I am getting in sucking a banana.

Brian grinned and said – Someone likes to suck. Even I got something for you.

He got up and opened the button of his trouser. Now I can see the bulge in his underwear. He pulled down his underwear and revealed his whole 12 inches of his big black cock hanging between his legs. My eyes got widen by his cock size, I was just amazed by the thickness of his cock. He was as thick as my forearm. He took his cock and move forward a bit. Now he placed his cock on my face. His cock length was covering my face from forehead to chin.

Brian whispered – It's still not so stiff and I am sure you will help me out.

He took his cock and start rubbing and tapping it all over my face. He held my shoulders and pulled my face more towards the edge. Now my head was almost hanging in air and my hairs falls down the floor. Now he took his cock, slowly placed it on my lips and slowly pushed it through my lips.

Brian moaned – Mmm! Your mouth feels like heaven.

My lips were wrapped around his cock and he was slowly moving his cock to and fro. My mouth was fully opened and still I was not able to take more then 1/4th of his cock. He was moaning in pleasure and slowly trying to move his cock deep in my mouth. Now he held my head and slowly started to give me deep throat.

Brian – Turn around baby. I want your lips to be wrapped around my cock.

Now I was on my belly and can see his monster properly. Still my head was on the edge. He leaned and kissed my lips.

Brian – Open your mouth baby!

He placed his two fingers on my mouth and made me suck it. Now he took the cream and filled my mouth with it. In order to eat and swallow the cream, it's started to spill out of my mouth.

Brian – That's bad, let me help you with that.

He placed his one hands on back of my head and with other he took his cock and showed his way to my mouth. He started to move his waist in rhythm and his cock started to move back and forth in my mouth. Cream was dripping down my mouth and some of it was going down my throat. Now he kept both his hands on back of my head and started to push it slowly deep down my throat. After pushing it deep he pulled it out completely. I can see the gooey threads between my lips and his cock. Again he kept his cock in mouth and started to fuck it faster. He held my hairs and started to fuck my mouth vigorously.

Brian grunted – I am going to cum!!!

I tried to pull it out of my mouth but he held my head. He started spurting cum and filled my mouth. His cum started to spill out of my mouth and made a thick trail on my chin. Some of his cum rushed down to my throat. Slowly he pulled out his cock and rubbed his tip over my lips. Now his cock was limp and hanging between his legs.

He moved to bed and lay on his back. He pulled me besides him, took my hand in his hand and made me stroke his cock. He started kissing me passionately; meanwhile I was stroking his cock. Again his cock started to grow and became hard. I continue to stroke him and his hand moved to my butts and started caressing it.

Brian whispers in my ear – It's time to feel your depths.

He got up, held my knees and spread them to make some room for him. He was now just sitting in between my legs. His cock was lying over my pubic region and his tip was nearby my belly button. He applied good amount of jelly on his cock and started rubbing its tip on my slit. Now he kept his cock's tip over my love hole and gave a gentle thrust, which made his cock to explore my warm and wet pussy. With each thrust his cock was inching deep in my pussy and my pussy walls can feel the stretch. Slowly my pussy was able to accommodate half of his big and thick cock. He placed both his hand on each side of me and started pumping his cock deep in my pussy. We both started to moan in pleasure. My pussy walls were gripping his cock and I was getting the great pleasure. With each thrust his cock was moving deep in my pussy and I can feel every inch of his cock in me. Now he laid over me, placed his lips on mine and started to fuck me harder. I can hear the loud sloppy sounds, my pussy was making while his cock was going in and out of me. He stopped for a while and slowly started grinding his cock. He was stretching my pussy wide by grinding his cock deep in me. Suddenly he pulled out his cock, which left a big gap in my pussy.

Brian – Oh! That's a lovely gap you got there!

Now he turned me around and made me on my all four. He moved behind me and started rubbing his cock over my slit. Slowly he pushed his cock in my pussy, held my waist and started to fuck me in rhythm. His cock was now exploring my virgin territory and I was in moaning in pleasure. And suddenly with a hard thrust he pushed his whole length deep in me. I screamed and felt his tip was touching my cervix. We stopped for a moment to make my pussy muscle relax and accept his big cock. He leaned over my back and cupped my boobs. Meanwhile he was kissing my shoulders to keep me relaxed and calm. Slowly he started to pump my pussy and started giving hard thrusts. By then my pain were replaced with the pure pleasure and I was enjoying his cock deep in my pussy. I felt he increased the intensity and started to fuck me with long and hard thrusts. His cock was throbbing and his grunts became louder. He grabbed my butt and pushed his cock deep in my pussy. He stayed there for a moment and with a loud grunt, I felt spurts of his warm cum splashed all over my pussy walls. He slowly started to pull his cock out of my pussy and left a cum trail behind it. He pulled his cock completely out of my pussy and I can see cum droplets on his cock. He came just infront of my face with his limp cock hanging between his legs. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked him clean. We both were exhausted and breathing heavily.He lies just besides me and pull up the blanket over us and we slept in each other arms.



The Internship Ch. 02



After a few minutes, Amber said, "Go back to eating my pussy. I need to come."

Several minutes later, Amber came in waves finally satisfied.

Alison stood up and said, "Jenny, you will serve Amber in every way imaginable. You will cook, clean, grocery shop, and take care of the dry cleaning. You will take baths together and you will bathe her. When you get to work, you two will strip to your panties when you get to this office. Jenny you will strip her. Amber should not have to do anything at all. If she tells you to do something, you do it. The bad thing about this whole thing for you, Jenny, is that you are at the very bottom of the totem pole. You will also have to serve Misti. She is your boss.

"Also, Misti," Alison said turning her attention away from Jenny, "You will not wear any clothes for three days for disobeying Amber. You too will serve Amber. Other than a partner or myself, Amber is the highest authority you have. 

"I need you two to work on the accounts listed in your email box Misti. It's going to take several days to finish them, so get started."

Alison and Amber left the room. When they got back into Alison's office, Alison quickly went over to a closet and picked out different panties. It was a pink with grey trim g-string. She quickly put it on and then grabbed a simple, white, button-down blouse that fell just above her knees.

"Put your thongs back on and follow me," Alison told Amber. 

They exited Alison's office through another door. Amber was terribly embarrassed to be walking down the hall in nothing but thongs. She crossed her arms over her breasts, but was told to put them down by her sides. They rode an elevator to the very top floor. The chim announced their arrival. 

The top floor was a huge penthouse. There were two maids cleaning the large room and immediately noticed Amber's state of dress. The two Latino maids chattered on in Spanish, neither Alison nor Amber had any idea what they were saying, though they knew it was about them.

Amber followed Alison to a large oak door marked 'office.' Alison opened the door and led them into a small foyer area. The secretary knew Alison and immediately paged someone. 

"Mrs. Wilson said for you to come in," the secretary said immediately.

"Amber, stay here for a few minutes," Alison ordered. 

Amber took a seat in front of the secretary's desk. Amber remembered seeing her at one of the receptions. The name tag said "Lauren."

"I believe we've met before," Lauren said beginning a brief conversation.

Alison walked into the office of Janet Wilson. She was one of the five partners and the most powerful. Nothing happened without her knowledge and consent. 

"That was a nice show you had those girls put on a while ago," Janet said to Alison as she was walking in. Alison immediately stripped out of her blouse and was standing in nothing but the g-string.

"Thank you. I am glad it pleased you," Alison responded. 

"I believe things are going nicely. I like this Amber intern. She may turn out to be a real asset," Janet continued, "However, there is a little problem with Ms. Lambert, er Jenny."

"What's the problem?" Alison asked.

"Jenny lied during our interview at the club. I want to dig deeper to see what it was that she was hiding."

Alison just nodded her head listening.

"Jenny told us about the incident between her and her friend's boyfriend at the casino. Well, after she told the story I asked her if that was the only incident like that. She said it was. She hesitated before saying that was the only incident."

"Yes, I remember that question," Alison replied.

"The consequences for her lying are very high. She needs to know that, and then you need to ask her again if there are any other incidents. Act as if you know there are other incidents and want her to admit to them. If she admits to them, whip her ass and let it go.

"In their collection of video tapes that we copied, we found this," she paused to turn the television on. Jenny was being fucked by a guy other than her boyfriend at her apartment, "At the very least, she lied to us about not cheating on her boyfriend other than with the guy at the casino—according to the date on the tape.

"I want to know who this guy is and why she would lie about it," Janet continued, "And I will find out one way or the other. I am sending an associate to meet her boyfriend. He claims to have a plan for finding out quickly. She is supposed to meet him at her boyfriend's house this evening. It is set up as a firm associate doing a background check on Jenny—which isn't totally untrue.

"Just so you know, we have finished the wiring of their apartment and vehicles with state of the art cameras and listening devices. I have also had her boyfriend's apartment wired the same way for shits and giggles—never know what you will find out and we will at least get to hear the conversation."

They continued watching the tape. The action briefly went to a blue screen and then it showed a naked Jenny standing over the same unidentified guy as the scene before. According to the date on the camera, it was the following day. Clearly the guy was asleep on a couch. A naked Jenny straddled him and began kissing him. He awoke and laughed. She took his hand and led him into the bedroom. She completely stripped him of his clothes, kissing him on the neck, chest, arms, and everywhere else as she stripped him. When she had him completely naked, she dropped to her knees and took him in her mouth. It wasn't long before he had a raging hard on. 

"Please fuck me Jim," she said in her sexiest voice. 

He said nothing as she climbed on the bed and spread her legs. He climbed in between her legs and began to pound her sopping pussy. Her face contorted, her mouth gapped open, and her arms and legs held him in a vice grip as he fucked her brains out. Jenny's 34B tits looked relatively small on her 140 pound frame, but they bounced wildly as Jim pounded furiously into her. 

Soon they were kissing passionately as they both came in a shattering orgasm.

"Angie never cums like that," Jim said out of breath, lying on Jenny.

"We need to find out who Jim and Angie are," Janet said turning off the tape, "I'll get the girl to ask her boyfriend tonight. She can act as if she already has their names on her contact list. Maybe he will unwittingly lead us to them."

Janet pushed a button on her phone to call Amber into her office. Just before Amber entered the room, Janet had ordered Alison to push her g-string panties to her knees and to leave them there. When Amber entered the room, she immediately noticed her boss no longer had the blouse on and the position of her panties. 

"Come here," Janet ordered. Amber came around the huge desk to stand in front of Janet in nothing put her black thongs, "From this moment forward, you will never again be clothed in my presence in this building again. Push your panties to your knees like Alison," Amber did so. Janet cupped Amber's pussy and then continued, "As you know, you will serve Alison in anyway she sees fit. The exception is when I am around. You will serve me before anyone. Is that clear?"

Amber nodded, but said nothing.

"You will always respond to me by saying, yes ma'am or no ma'am," Janet said calmly, "Next time you will be punished. Take your panties off and come sit in my lap. You will also completely shave your pubic hair--the best thing to do is wax it like Alison did. I don't want to feel a bit of hair at all."

Amber allowed the panties to fall to the floor. Then she moved to sit as she was told. Janet had her legs spread which forced Amber to put each of her legs the same way—thus she had her legs spread too. Amber felt Janet reach around her, cup both of her tits and begin fondling them. 

Janet whispered in her ear. Alison had no idea what Janet was saying.

Amber looked towards her and said, "Alison, come here."

Alison moved to stand in between Janet and Amber's spread legs. 

"Pull your panties up and drop to your knees," Amber ordered. Alison did so, "Now push your panties down as far as they will go and eat me out."

Alison didn't dare hesitate, knowing the orders were coming directly from Janet. She began to furiously eat Amber out, paying special attention to her clit. Janet continued fondling Amber's tits.

"Lean your head back," Janet ordered. As soon as Amber did so, she clamped her mouth onto the unsuspecting intern's mouth. Janet broke the kiss and asked, "Do you like the feeling of having your boss eat your cunt? Do you like to be in control? Make that slut eat your pussy out! If you do what you've been told well enough, I will promote you quickly putting this entire firm at your finger tips."

The two women shared several more deep, passionate kisses before Amber exploded, humping one of her boss' faces while being felt up and kissed by her boss' boss.

Alison and Amber went back downstairs to their office. Alison confronted Jenny as she had been ordered to do. But Jenny vehemently denied fucking anyone else during her relationship with her current boyfriend Joe, other than the incident at the casino.

Alison let the matter drop. Jenny, however, began to worry if they knew about Jim and her. She began to think that she should have told them. But there was no way that they could know. Only Jim, Joe, and she knew about it—and they all swore not to tell anyone. 

To Be Continued...



The Internship Ch. 03



"Hello, I am Sarah McKinley," Lauren Stokes lied, introducing herself to Joe Smith. Joe was Jenny's boyfriend of several years, "I am here to get a little more background information on Jenny—a more personal feel for her, if you will."

"Yes, yes, I have been expecting someone all day. I got a call yesterday," Joe replied.

From watching the tapes that the firm had copied, Joe seemed to like to drink quite a bit. Like most folks, when he got a little tipsy, he talked a lot more than normal. So when he offered Lauren a drink, she readily accepted. He poured her some red wine and he chose a Coors Light. She put her large black bag on the coffee table as she took a seat. In the bag was a small camera, despite the fact that Janet had the house wired with a top of the line camera and bugging system. 

She made small talk for about thirty minutes, during which time Joe put down four bottles of Coors Light—and he wasn't letting up. 

"Yeah," he rambled. He seemed to be getting a little tight after only four beers, "Jenny and I have been dating a good long while. I love her but it's hard not to want to step out on her sometimes, you know. Not all the time, but just every once in a while. I can't help but wonder 'what if' when a beautiful woman lets me know she's interested."

Lauren had two assignments for the evening. The first was to figure out who Jim and Angie were.

"Joe, we are interested in talking to several of Jenny's friends. We were given the names Jim and Angie, but don't have a last name or how to get in touch with them."

"Yeah, that's no problem," he said finishing his fifth beer, "they live over in the Sumner Hills Neighborhood."

By this time, Lauren knew Joe was drunk. He was knocking down number six like it was water. He stood up from his recliner and sat by her on the couch.

"Do you have a phone number or exact address?" Lauren asked hoping that he could recall at least one of them.

"Yeah," he replied smiling goofily, "But I just can't GIVE it to you."

"Why not?" she asked.

"Well, they are my good friends. You are a complete stranger," Joe replied now looking at her seriously, though his eyes were unfocused, "I don't give out information like that to strangers."

"It's for Jenny, though," Lauren replied, trying to use that angle.

"I know that. I guess I should have said that I don't give that information out freely," he smiled again, "Ms. McKinley, you are absolutely gorgeous. Do you have someone waiting on you at the house?"

This was what she had been waiting on—she was supposed to seduce him, though she had done nothing but watch him drink like a navy sailor. She could see the bulge in his pants and knew this was going to be easier than taking candy from a baby.

"If you are asking am I married, no I'm not," she replied. He moved his hand to her thigh and lightly squeezed. Lauren was hardly dressed for a business occasion. She had worn an orange and white cotton keyhole tie tank top and a light blue low rise denim stretch mini skirt that had three buttons on the front. It barely reached to mid-thigh. Her shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes made her irresistible to Joe, who was getting more drunk by the minute.

"I knew that by the fact you don't have a damn ring on," he replied, "What about a boyfriend? Or are you into women?"

"Of course I'm not into women," she replied, "And no, I don't have a boyfriend."

"You sure are a beauty," he said again, "I believe if I had your body, I would go around naked all the time, with a mirror in one hand and the other hand feeling myself up all the time."

She laughed, "Is that right?" 



He moved in so quickly, she was taken by surprise. He pressed his lips to hers, his tongue flickering across her lips before she opened her mouth. They shared a soft kiss before he pulled back.

"You have really soft lips," he replied, "Wanna go back to my bedroom?"

It was a question, but he was already getting up and pulling her from the couch and down the hall. She grabbed the bag as he pulled her out of the living room. When they reached the bedroom, she put it on the mirror dresser making sure that the bag was angled at the bed.

He immediately stripped. His cock must have been 8 inches—it was rock hard. He immediately reached for the hem of her shirt, which barely reached her waist. He pulled the shirt up and over her head revealing the obvious—she wasn't wearing a bra. 

"How big are they?" he asked while squeezing and pinching them. Her nipples immediately responded to his actions, growing long, fat, and pointing straight out. Her aureoles weren't very large and, like her nipples, were very pink. 

"Well, they are 40D cup," she replied. Joe noted that they looked tremendous on her body, which was similar in size to Jenny's.

"They look great," he said taking one of her nipples into his mouth. Even through the fog of being drunk, Joe knew he had already gone too far. Jenny would probably leave him if she ever found out, "You aren't going to tell Jenny about this are you?"

"Of course not," she lied, "If my boss knew what I was doing, I would probably get fired."

One of his hands ventured further south to the buttons on the front of her mini skirt. He quickly opened them, causing the garment to fall to her feet. She was wearing a red thong. 

"You look great," Joe said for probably the third time in ten minutes. He grabbed the sides of her thong and drew them slowly down her finely tanned legs. She was shaved smooth, not a hair anywhere. He cupped her pussy and commented on the smoothness. Not wanting to play around any longer, he gently pushed her back on the bed. She drew her legs up and back even with her tits to allow him to climb in between them. 

Just before he was ready to penetrate her, she said, "Not so fast Romeo. I need to know either a phone number or address for Jim and Angie."

"Damn," Joe replied moving off the bed. He dug through the night table drawer for a pen. Finding one, he scribbled down their phone number and address, "There. You happy? They're married so you only need one number—Jim and Angie Hicks."

She said nothing as he once again climbed between her legs. Unlike some women, she stayed wet most of the time, though not soaking wet by any means. It was enough to allow him to slide in with ease. She hadn't been with anyone as long as Joe, so it took a little getting used to. 

He slid in to the hilt and held it momentarily before beginning to fuck her as hard as he could. He wasn't interested in pleasing her. He was interested in pleasing himself. But Lauren wasn't finished with Joe yet. She started pushing her hips back, moaning, and tightly gripping his back (though careful not to claw it). 

"Fuck me Joe. OH, that feels so good! I have never had someone go so deep!" she cried, "I want to come so bad! Tell me you love me Joe. Tell me!"

Joe hesitated a moment, but he was more interested in her cumming if in fact she was almost there. 

"I love you Sarah," Joe whispered.

"Say it louder," Lauren said trying to make sure the microphones could pick it up.

"I love you Sarah!" Joe almost screamed. Immediately, she faked the biggest orgasm of her life, "Ahhhhhhh, IIIIII'mmmm cummming!!!!!" 

She was shaking and trying to clench every muscle in her body. Her eyes were closed and her moaning very loud!

When she came back down to earth, she looked at Joe and said, "Tell me something you tell Jenny to tell you."

Joe's face was red as he pounded away at her, "Tell me that you want to carry my baby!"

"Please Joe, I want to carry your child!" she cried back in her best acting voice.

"When do you want it?" he asked back. The whole baby thing was clearly having an effect.

She thought for a moment wondering what he meant before it dawned on her, "In nine months!"

Unlike her acting job earlier, he ran his hands under her ass cheeks and pulled her as closely as possible, releasing his potent seed deep into her womb. He held onto her for at least thirty seconds. So tightly, in fact, it was beginning to hurt. 

By this time, he was almost asleep. He was awake just enough to know to roll off of her. She kissed him on the cheek, got dressed and left—her job was done and done well. She knew Janet would be pleased. On the way out, she put all the empty beer bottles in a garbage bag to take with her, not knowing if Jenny would come straight to his apartment after work or not. She also washed her wine glass and figured out where exactly to put it. She hoped that there would be as little evidence of her being there as possible—other than what Joe would tell her. 

Joe woke up fifteen minutes later needing to take the biggest piss of his life. He wasn't sure exactly what had just happened. All he knew was that he was worn out and that he was naked. He threw on a pair of boxers, sweat pants, and a t-shirt. After he pissed, he went back to bed.

It was only 3pm when she left Joe's apartment, so Lauren went back to the firm. Janet and Alison were waiting on her when she arrived.

"That was fantastic Lauren," Janet commended her as she walked into the large living room of the suite, "I don't know if I could have done any better myself."

Lauren thanked them as she handed Janet the phone number and address for Jim and Angie. 

It was 6pm and they had Amber and Jenny staying late. They were told they would be working really late tonight because they got started so late that morning. Janet made sure Alison had given them enough work to keep them buried in their offices for several hours. 

Janet reached for the phone and dialed the number, "Hello? Yes, is this Jim?"

"Yes, this is Jim," he replied wondering who in the world it was he was talking to.

"Great, Jim, I was hoping to speak with you. Is Angie around?" Janet asked.

"No. Why? Who is this?" he asked still trying to figure out who was on the phone.

"My name is Janet Wilson. You don't know me, but we really need to meet," she said into the phone. 

"What is this about?" Jim asked both confused and now very curious.

"I need you to come to the R&R building at 9pm tonight. Go to the 35th floor and give the receptionist your name. She will give you instructions from there. Make sure it's just you Jim. You will be very interested in what I have to show you," Janet said as she hung up the phone.

Jim sat by the phone for a few minutes trying to figure out who would be pulling a prank on him. He had absolutely no business at the R&R building, so how could there be someone there needing to meet with him? He called Angie and told her he was going out with several of the guys that evening and that he wouldn't be home when she got home. It was already 7:30pm, so he decided to go to his favorite bar for a little while.

It had been a couple of hours since Lauren had left Joe passed out on the bed at his house. Janet decided that was long enough to sleep. She picked up the phone and dialed Joe's number. They watched on the television screen behind Janet's desk as the phone could be heard ringing in his bedroom. 

He groggily rolled over and answered, "Hello?"

"Joe! Are you asleep?" Janet asked trying to sound like someone that he may know, by chance.

"Just taking a nap. I have a helluva headache. Who is this?" he asked. They watched as he rubbed his head with the hand he wasn't holding the telephone with.

"This is Janet Wilson with LWRA. I am Jenny's boss. We are sending a car over to your house to pick you up. I would like to meet with you for a few minutes," there was a pause on the line. They watched on the television screen as he grabbed his watch and said, "It's almost 8pm. It can't wait until tomorrow?"

They could hear a knock at his front door just as he asked that, indicating the ride was there.

"I would really like to meet with you tonight. So get dressed and we will see you in a few minutes," she replied hanging up the phone.

They watched the screen as he got out of the bed and got dressed. He would arrive about 30 minutes before Jim. In the meantime, Janet sent Alison downstairs to get Jenny and Amber ready.

The company car dropped Joe off at the front lobby of the building. Mwana, the receptionist, was waiting just inside the revolving doors to take him upstairs. Janet wasn't quite sure if Joe was completely coherent yet, so she wanted to make sure he got to her office. 

The chime of the elevator bell indicated that Joe had arrived. He stepped off the elevator into the spacious living room area of the penthouse of the top floor of the R&R building. He found Janet sitting alone in front of a bank of several television screens.

"Hello Joe," Janet said remaining seated in a large love seat.

"Hello," he replied, "Are you Janet Wilson?"

"Yes I am," she replied, "Come sit over here on the sofa. Would you like something to drink?"

"Ah yea, do you have some coffee?" he asked.

"Of course we do. Mwana, go get Mr. Smith some coffee. How do you want it?"

"Black," he replied rubbing his head for like the one hundredth time that night. Mwana went into the kitchen to fix the drink. At that moment, Lauren entered the room. She was dressed in pink pajamas. Joe immediately remembered her from earlier that day. He couldn't take his eyes off of her. Her large nipples were pressing firmly against the light weight pajama top, which buttoned down the middle. She sat on the seat next to Janet. 

"Joe I believe you have met Lauren," Janet said. She had introduced herself as 'Sarah' at his apartment. His reaction to learning her real name caused him to flinch slightly.

"Yes, we've met," Joe said trying to be calm.

At that moment, the elevator chime sounded again and Alison stepped off. She came over to where everyone was seated. She was once again dressed in a long white button down shirt. To Joe's astonishment, she stripped off the shirt, leaving her in nothing but red lacy thongs. She also sat next to Janet. 

Janet pushed a button on a remote control causing the television screen to come on. The next thing on the screen was he and Lauren fucking wildly in his bed. He totally forgot about the half-naked beauty seated across from him.

"What! Where did you get that?!" Joe said stunned, standing quickly.

"Not so fast Joe. Sit your ass back down. If you think I am stupid enough to have my only copy of this in this room, then you are badly mistaken. So there is nothing you can do except sit there and listen to me," Janet said loudly.

"Why do you have that? What do you want?" he asked worried that Jenny was going to see it.

"First of all, you don't need to worry about why I have it. What I will tell you is, if you cooperate, this little secret can stay between us," Janet replied immediately noticing Joe to calm down just a bit.

"What do you mean cooperate?" he asked.

Mwana had put Joe's cup of coffee on the end table next to him. Janet ordered her to change the video tapes. She too was dressed in nothing but a thong, a silk orange thong. Her large breasts capped by tiny dark aureoles and nipples, dangled beautifully as she leaned down to take a seat on the couch with Joe. Mwana probably didn't weigh 110 pounds and was no taller than 5'3. Her 36D breasts were enormous on her thin frame. 

The next thing that showed was Jim and Jenny fucking. 

"Where did you get that?!" he said stunned, "Did you go through my apartment?"

"Yes, actually, my associates did. We found all kinds of goodies," she replied.

"What do you want?!" Joe asked again, watching the video. 

"Did you know about Jenny fucking this Jim guy?" Janet asked.

"Of course I did! Who do you think is taping it?" Joe said with a touch of sass. 

"Don't you talk to me in that manner you little bastard. I can destroy your relationship with Jenny and her career. Do you understand what I am telling you? I hold your futures in the palm of my hand. So you better fucking settle down and treat me with some goddamn respect!"

He looked at her a second before deciding that she was being for real, "Okay."

"Good. Now, getting back to what I was asking, do you enjoy being a cuckold?" she asked smiling.

"I do enjoy watching Jenny with other guys. Jim and I have been friends for years and I was comfortable with him fucking her. But there was supposed to be something in it for me too," Joe began to explain.

"They fucked more than one time?" Janet asked cutting him off.

"Yes, several times. I told them they could fuck all they wanted, as long as I either knew about it before it happened so I could elect to watch or not," he replied.

"Did they ever violate your condition?" Janet pushed.

"They did and I was totally pissed. She was taking a shower one day and he walked in on her. He opened the curtain and told her to keep doing what she was doing, he wanted to watch her. He sat on the toilet while he watched her and before long he was feeling her up in the shower. When she got out, he dried her off and took her to the bed and they fucked like crazy. I knew nothing about it until several days later," Joe said almost in an angry voice as he recalled the incident.

"What was in it for you Joe?" Janet asked, moving back to his earlier statement.

He took a sip of the coffee and continued, "Well, I was suppose to either get to fuck Angie while Jenny and Jim watched or Jenny and Angie were going to have to fuck each other. Neither ever happened and now Jenny won't even talk about sexual relations outside each other," he continued to explain seeming to be glad to vent his frustration to someone, "And the one thing that could be just between us that really turns me on, she won't let me do."

"And what is that?" Janet asked curious.

"I like the idea of fucking her ass. She had such a big ass. I mean it's not fat or anything, it's just, well, big. I love to look at it and feel on it. She had let me fuck her there like twice and that was years ago. She won't even let me touch her asshole, much less do anything that involves penetration."

Janet smiled, glad to know this little bit of information.

"What else do you fantasize about that Jenny will have nothing to do with," Janet asked smiling. Joe told her several more things before saying, "So, by what you just told me, Jenny would be pissed if she saw the video of you and Lauren, huh?" Janet asked knowing the answer.

"She would kill me and THEN leave me. Please don't tell her!" he pleaded.

"That's all up to you Joe. You're going to have to earn my silence though. This tape is worth a lot to you, so you are going to have to pay a lot for it—and I don't mean money. Do you understand what I am telling you?" Janet asked rewinding the video tape.

He nodded.

"Just so we understand each other, YOU ARE MINE!" Janet emphasized the last several words, "Whatever I say goes, no matter what. One fuck up and Jenny sees the tape. Understand?"

"Yes," he replied, "I understand."

His cell phone rang interrupting the conversation. He answered it and told them he'd have to call back later.

"Who was that?" Janet asked curiously.

"That was my mom," he replied.

"Does she live here in the city?" she asked.

"Yes, over on the north side," Joe replied.

"One more thing Joe," Janet continued, "You will say yes ma'am or no ma'am to me. I am your boss now, so you will respect me. Understand?"

He paused a second realizing his predicament, "Yes ma'am."

Jim arrived shortly thereafter. He could only see Mwana from the head up from his position in front of the elevator—the couch was rather large. But he could clearly see Alison's state of undress and Lauren's thin pajamas. 

"Come join us Jim," Janet called. He moved to the seating area and was once again surprised—this time by realizing Joe was there. He became a little worried when he saw the look on Joe's face. He did steal a glance at Mwana, who had slightly spread her legs. The tiny orange thongs had pulled into her slit, causing the very edges of her pussy lips to peak around the material, "Jim, glad you could make it."




The Internship Ch. 03



All characters are over the age of 18. 

*****

As David Wilson and his daughter slept deeply after their latest passionate night, Fred Hayes, Dave's former friend and Chief Financial Officer, was up and working out at 5:00 AM across town. Fred lived in a gorgeous condo in the heart of downtown Raleigh, high up on the 25th floor. His modern, minimalist place was obsessively clean, and decorated in black, white and silver, with mirrors on almost every surface. His suits and shoes were lined in military precision in his luxurious closets and his spotless kitchen was stocked with gleaming chrome appliances, though he never used them.

Due to his unaccountable loathing of Stacey Wilson, he was arising even earlier than usual and leaving the office by 3:00. So this morning he was getting in the all-important manic workout before the sun was even up. As he lifted and pumped, his mind was racing ahead to plans for the future. He pictured himself... walking into one of Dave's showrooms and paying cash for a new Porsche. Silver. He thought of the custom suits he would get, the vacations, a new watch, a house-all the hedonistic, self-aggrandizing material things he craved.

But above all, he imagined with great satisfaction the look on Dave's face when he realized it was his "best friend" who had royally fucked him over! In fact, the thought of screwing Dave, financially, figuratively and physically, made Fred so hard he had to stop his workout.

He wrapped a thick towel around his incredible body, tanned from many hours at a salon, and went to his balcony to play his phone messages back on his voicemail. 

The first, from a desperate sounding woman: "Hi, babe. Um... haven't heard from you in a while. I don't understand... after our trip, what you said, I thought—"

Fred pushed delete. 

The next, from a desperate sounding man, "Hey, babe... haven't heard from you. I need to see you. What the fuck, Fred...? I thought you said you loved me—"

Fred pushed delete again. God, they were all so tiresome! 

Then his phone buzzed. 

"Yes?"

"You're up early."

"Why are you calling me at this number!"

"Calm down. I haven't heard from you in a while. I wanted to check in."

"What do you want?"

"You know."

"I'm telling you, he's clueless. He has no goddamned idea."

"You better be right. The next few weeks are crucial. I would hate to think this has all been for nothing."

"How many times do I have to tell you? There is no way any of this can be traced back to me or you... but it might if you keep calling me!"

"Have you spoken to Paula?"

"Yes."

"And Kathy? Everything ok at the office?"

"Jesus, yes! There's just one thing—Dave's brought in a new 'intern.'"

"Yeah, so?"

"It's his daughter."

"Oh, the hot one?"

"I suppose. She seems pretty dumb, like all of them. She's in my office with that brown nose Joyce Walker."

"Well Jesus when were you going to tell me this?"

"What's the big deal?"

"It seems suspicious. Don't you think so? Why now?"

"Look, I can't take care of this. I need to go."

"Listen, Fred, you better watch your ass and keep your cool. We're so close. Just a few weeks and this will all be over."

"Right. Don't call here again."

Fred got dressed and headed out to the garage and then to the office, thinking, "Why on earth didn't I do this before? I have hours alone to do what I need to do, with no one around! Stupid."

+++

As Fred conspired against them, Dave and Stacey were having a much more pleasant and happy morning.

Their day began very nicely, if a little awkwardly. Stacey woke up while Dave was still sleeping, wrapped in his arms, feeling so delightful. And then the memories of their wild night coursed through her mind and she felt herself blushing. She was actually embarrassed! She snuggled down into Dave's arms, but with some pangs of conscience as she remembered the things they'd said and done! "What would Daddy be thinking this morning!" she wondered.

Dave felt her stirring and reached down and pulled her close, up to his mouth, "Mmmmmm, come here!"

He smoothed her hair away from her face and kissed her sweetly, smiling at first, but Stacey saw in his face that he was beginning to remember, too. She saw him blush just the least littlest bit and this made her happy. He was embarrassed, too! She smiled into his eyes, feeling completely at ease now... relieved, she knew they were both acknowledging his deep professions of love from the night before, as well as the incredible sexual intimacy the had shared...

"Morning," she said, kissing him back.

Dave hugged her, "It is a good morning, darling."

Stacey stayed on her stomach, her arms folded on his chest, studying his face in the early light.

"I know what you're thinking."

"Oh yeah, what's that?"

"You want a cigarette."

"Do I, really?"

"Yes," she said, reaching over him so her beautiful breasts brushed against his lips. She opened his bedside table and found his secret stash, took one out and handed it to him.

"Here."

"My temptress! How did you know?"

Stacey gave him a look. "I grew up with you smoking, remember? And I'll accept it, for now. But once these work problems are fixed, you're quitting!"

"It's a deal. Can you light this for me, sweetheart?"

Dave inhaled deeply on his cigarette. Mmmmmm, it was so bad, but it just felt so damned good. He continued to smoke as he stroked Stacey's back in big circles.

"How do you know this is going to be solved so soon, hmmm?"

"Because, now you have me helping you."

After a few minutes of wonderful morning caresses, Dave said, "Ok, time to get up. Are you getting in the shower with me?"

Stacey laughed. Like she'd say no.

Dave led her into his big, luxurious shower. He pulled her into the warm water and immediately started lathering up her gorgeous body, turning her around so she was facing away from him and his slowly awakening cock was tight against her ass. Stacey moaned remembering where that cock had been the night before, and pushed her ass back against it.

He washed and caressed every single part of her body. He ran his hands up from her thighs to her lush, full ass, over her flat, smooth belly and up to her soapy, jiggling breasts with his hips and legs planted firmly behind her. He reached over and got some shampoo, and then began to lather her long brown tresses. He washed her hair, massaged her scalp and neck, occasionally tickling her to make her laugh. 

When she was completely clean, he wrapped his strong arms tight around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulders as the water beat down on them, surrounding them in a warm intimate cocoon. Stacey felt his cock getting harder and harder against her back, beginning to throb out his desire for her, again. She reached an arm up and back to bring his head and mouth closer to her, thereby exposing her full, wet breasts to his hands. Her nipples looked so sexy—hard and perky from the driving water, and so ready to be sucked! 

Dave, who was not exactly inexperienced, marveled at how quickly and intensely his lust took hold—just as urgent and needy as ever, even after their passionate night. He had never been so aroused by anyone, so hot, and so hard all the time. And so driven to get inside of her, to fuck her, to make love to her. His sexual need for his daughter knew no limits. 

Her softness, her beauty, her hot hot body, his love for her completely possessed him. And the thought of leaving her, even for just a week, made him ache. 

Dave moved both warm hands up from her small waist to her breasts, holding them and rubbing his thumbs against the nipples as he began to whisper to her.

"Did you enjoy last night?"

He felt Stacey nod against his chin, so turned on she couldn't speak.

"So did I, baby girl," he said, as he kissed and licked her neck. 

He turned her around so she was facing him. He cupped her cheek with one hand, looking deep in her eyes, saying, "I meant every word I said last night." 

They were soon locked in a passionate embrace. Stacey's shiny, wet body, slick and slippery and so clean, wrapped around her Daddy, who was kissing her deeply and running his wet hands over her ass. 

"Mmmmm... " he moaned, while Stacey pushed against him, and wrapped one leg high around his waist to open her slick, shaved pussy to his roaming hands.

Dave hitched her hips up to his as the water beat down, spreading her open while she reached for his hard cock. 

She gasped when she felt him push up into her, and moaned in pleasure. She came close to his ear and whispered seductively, "We shouldn't be doing this, Daddy..." 

Dave groaned out loud at her voice! Oh it felt so good to slide into that tight warm wetness, into his own daughter's body! 

She whispered hotly against his skin, "It's incest! We're not supposed to be lovers, Daddy..."

But oh fuck, Dave thought, they were, they were! 

They kissed frantically, knowing how much they'd be missing each other. Dave held her slick hips tight on his as Stacey pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. She didn't want to forget his smells, his taste, the feel of his hands, and their overwhelming need for each other—a need which had only gown more intense since the night before. 

Stacey moaned into his neck as Dave fucked her so nicely, his arms now clutching her thin waist and holding her still so he could pump her hard. Driven by the knowledge that it was the last time for a while, Stacey's pussy quickly juiced up, so wet and hot and needy, so full of love for her Daddy. She moved her hips into his as they worked up a fast, desperate rhythm. Stacey gasped again and again as she held her slippery arms tight around his neck. 

Giving herself completely over, she moaned as his relentless cock brought her closer and closer, "Tell me I'm your lover, Daddy, tell me!"

Dave held her tight, also wanting to memorize the feel of her soft body against his, and the feel of her tight, warm pussy. "Oh yes, you are! You're my sweet lover, my darling baby girl!!"

Stacey's moans became higher and her panting more frantic with each thrust of his delicious cock. 

"Oh!!" they both moaned, together, swept up in the sweetness of the moment.

Stacey cried out, so quickly. Dave felt her begin to come, shuddering and clinging to him, and desperately held her still as the oncoming rush of his climax made his hips pump up into her so hard and fast. Stacey heard him yell out and felt his arms shaking violently as he came, while holding her so tight! 

Oh, Daddy! She loved him so much! She didn't want him to go!

+++

Later, after this wonderful shower, Stacey sat on Dave's massive marble sink while he shaved in nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, watching him just as she used to do as a little girl. But she was wearing only a bra and underwear, and her body was still softly glowing from their lovemaking. She watched him with drowsy adoration. 

She said lazily, "I've been thinking. I know some things I can do at the office."

Dave glanced at her as he ran his razor across his cheek. "Really? And when did you become an expert in white collar crime?" 

Stacey rolled her eyes. "My job! At the mall, remember! Where I was a manager? What do you think I was doing there? I hired people and I fired people. I know employees. I know how to read people. And I did the books! For two years. Every night. I know how people can steal, I've caught them at it!"

Dave smiled to himself thinking how quickly she could turn from sex to a laser-like focus on business. In this and so many other ways, she was his own true daughter!

"Well, ok, but this is a bit more than shoplifting a blouse!"

"I'm not talking shoplifting. I'm talking balancing accounts. That's how people do it." 

She scoffed. He could be so thick. "I have an idea. I don't think I should be working in that room with Joyce."

"No? I thought you liked her?"

"I love her. But it's too... abstract. I need to look at the detail, the mundane; cancelled checks, billing statements, and things like that. And I want to look at your taxes."

"Well that would be the room with the first year accountants. I think they handle things like that. The guys just out of undergrad. They handle the small stuff."

"All right, then that's where I need to be," Stacey said with a determined look. 

Dave tapped his razor on the sink, saying quietly, "All right, then, sweetheart. But don't let this take up too much of your time."

Distracted by his quiet voice, Stacey let her gaze drift over her handsome father, her eyes taking in his broad chest, the curly black hair forming a trail down to his abs and into his towel, his big hands, so warm and strong, his massive thighs which she had just straddled naked in the shower, his beautiful eyes, his fantastic cock... 

How many women would kill to be her right now, she thought—sharing his morning and hearing his thoughts... he was so hot, so sexy, and so loving... and he was all hers! He belonged to her, and she belonged totally and entirely to him! 

She got off the counter, stood behind him and wrapped her arms around his chest. 

"This is the best education possible, Daddy," she said as she kissed his cheek, "so don't worry."

+++

After a nice drive, with Dave keeping his hand on Stacey's thigh the whole time, they arrived at work. They parted in the entryway, with Dave reminding her of their planned meeting in a while. 

Stacey made her way to Joyce's desk. It was still quite early, and before long they were outside having coffee.

Joyce had the most beautiful, flawless skin, warm eyes, and the biggest, friendliest smile. She had her hair done in braids with some sort of beads weaved in so her hair clicked pleasantly every time she moved. On top of which she smelled amazing. Stacey just loved being near her. 

"So, Stacey, what was it like?" Joyce said, as she sipped her coffee.

"What?"

"Growing up with Dave? I'll bet it was wonderful."

Stacey smiled deeply. Oh, she really liked her! "It was."

"I can only imagine." 

"Do you have kids?" Stacey asked.

Joyce smiled. "Yes, my son. Jamal. He's seven." Stacey could tell instantly how much she loved him.

"Are you married?"

"Oh no, it's just me. I've been raising my son by myself. In fact... "

"Yes?" Stacey said.

"Stacey, I am so grateful to your father! Do you know what he did for me? He's the one who paid for my degree. Dave has this 'employee program' for adult education, but I know it comes out of his own pocket. And because of that I got my accounting degree. He paid full tuition for four years, let me work strange hours. Then he made sure that I attained my CMA professional designation, grooming me for a top management position." 

"And now, I can really take care of my son... You have no idea how much that means to me."

Actually, Stacey thought, she did know.

"Dave Wison is a nice man. A very nice man."

Stacey could see how much she meant it, and took this as an opportunity. "Does everybody here think so?"

Joyce looked at her closely. "Why do you ask?"

"What do you think of Fred Hayes? Does he like my father?"

Joyce said carefully, "I used to think so, now I'm not so sure..."

Stacey grabbed her hand underneath the table. "Do you know something, Joyce?!"

"I might... but I cannot risk my job, Stacey!... How much do you know?" Joyce was surprised by sweet little Stacey's suspicions, after spending so little time with her father's company.

"Not very much," Stacey said, excited. She leaned in and whispered, "We need your help!"

"'We'?" How odd, Joyce thought. What kind of father daughter couple was this? But that really wasn't her business. 

"Stacey, I will do anything to help Dave. Anything. But we have to be very careful Stacey. You know I work directly under Fred's control. I worry about just how much power he has."

Stacey smiled and whipped out her phone. 

"What are you doing?"

"I'm texting Daddy." 

"'Daddy'?" said Joyce out loud, staring at her and smiling. 

+++

Stacey led Joyce right up to Dave's door under the disapproving gaze of his executive assistant Paula, who said, "What do you two want?"

Stacey stopped and looked her over. "I want to see my father. Now."

"What's she doing with you?" Paula asked suspiciously, looking at Joyce.

Oh, Stacey was having none of this. Paula had been a bitch to her for as long as she could remember. 

"None of your damned business, Paula. Get out of my way."

She pushed past a sputtering Paula and went into Dave's office. He had the speaker phone on for some sort of conference call, his legs up on his desk. He gestured to Stacey "Shhh!"

"Well I'll be there tomorrow, Joe. Talk to you soon."

When he was done, he got up and made sure the door was closed, then told the two women to sit down.

"All right, then. What do we have here?"

Stacey was bouncing up and down on his couch. "Something's going on, Daddy, you were right! Joyce wants to help us."

"Whoa, whoa, hang on a second." Joyce slowed her down. "Dave, I don't know exactly what's going on, but when Stacey mentioned it... yes, I've had my suspicions."

"Uh huh. What about?"

"Well—Fred, for one thing. Keeping odd hours. Being secretive. But mainly, he's insisted on taking over some of my work. He's taken a lot of bank accounts out of my hands. Every time I ask him about it, he shuts me down."

"What about my balances? Have you seen what's happening there?"

"Oh yes. But I don't think I would have noticed if you didn't need to make such a large payment this year on your inventory. You've added several more models. If it weren't for that, I don't think we could have caught it. Something's not right, Dave."

Stacey listened eagerly to this fascinating exchange!

"Fuck," he said. "I should have been more on top of this, but I just never thought Fred would do something like this! I've let him take care of it all for ten years!"

Joyce gave him a look. "Well then how do you know it hasn't been going on that long?" 

"Shit. All right, Joyce, lay it on me. What can we do?"

Joyce said, "Hang on. Hang on. Dave, you know I am loyal to you. I love this company and I love working for you. But if I'm going to stick my neck out and break some rules, I want some assurances..."

"Go ahead."

"I want that prick's job! Dave, everyone in Raleigh knows you are sitting on the biggest deal to happen in this town for years. If we're right, and if we get him, then you are going to be golden. And I want to be your CFO when you sign those papers! Do you realize I will be the ONLY female CFO in Raleigh, not to mention the only black woman? What this will mean for my future? Promise me that, and I'm totally committed."

Dave glanced at her. "Done. There's no one better, Joyce."

"All right then."

"So what do you need from me?"

"Bank account numbers and statements. Access to all your accounts and funds. Security codes. Access to your computer. And somehow, we absolutely must get on Fred's computer and into his desk."

"What about me?!" Stacey piped up.

"We'll get to you in a second, honey," Joyce said, patting her knee. 

"Hmm," Dave thought. "Won't his computer be password protected? Do I have access to it? I'm not sure." 

"No, you wouldn't. Only he would have it. Hmmmmm... ," Joyce was thinking. "What about the IT guys?"

As soon as Joyce said it, both she and Dave slowly swiveled their heads and looked towards Stacey.

"What?" said Stacey, as they both stared at her.

Dave smiled and said to Joyce. "She's never worked in a business like this before."

"Honey, let's just say the guys in the tech room would love a visit from you..."

Joyce said: "Wear something tight and short."

Stacey understood. "Ok, fine. What else? What about the keys to his desk?"




The Internship Ch. 03



Dave thought a second. "Kathy. She's the only one. When I have to let someone go, or they leave, she's the only one with the master key to clear out their private belongings."

"Wonderful," said Stacey. She knew right away it would be nearly impossible to get the key from her.

"But what else can I do?" said Stacey. 

Joyce immediately said, "Put her in accounting Dave, with all the guys. We can make it seem like a normal transition for an intern to give her exposure to a number of areas of the company. But she needs to have access to your taxes."

Stacey beamed a big "I told you so" look at Dave, who could not help laughing. 

+++

With some plans in place, it was now time for Dave to leave on his trip. Joyce left to give them both a few moments alone in his office. Paula had disappeared. But the elevator was taking forever. As she stood waiting, continually pushing the button, in her mind she was pondering the way Dave had called Stacey "Honey." It seemed more... intimate than usual. And the way Stacey had said "Daddy." As she continued to wait, her gaze went back to the office. The door was still open, and she saw Dave and Stacey in a tight hug. She could see that Stacey was pushing her breasts into Dave's chest, and that he had his hand on her ass, cupping and caressing it, while whispering in her ear. 

Oh! She thought. Well that explained it. 

But Joyce Walker was a wise woman, and her discovery only made her want to protect them both even more. 

When Stacey arrived and they were back in the elevator, Joyce said to her, "Stacey, a word of warning about this building. Be careful. There are eyes everywhere."

+++

In the following days, Stacey learned that Joyce was quite right. Everywhere she went, it seemed, someone was watching her.

She was still working with Joyce for a few more days, so there was the ridiculously handsome face of Fred constantly glaring at her. What was his fucking problem? Stacey noticed that he never, ever left his desk if she and Joyce were there. He watched them closely and seemed to be trying to hear exactly what they were doing at all times. 

What a strange man, she thought. So incredibly beautiful. So sexy. His body was so perfect. He had everything in life, so why was he such an asshole, and what did he have against her?

But if it wasn't Fred, it was all the other women in the office, from the top down. 

The other girls around her age were openly hostile to her. She'd approached a few of them in the company kitchen, but to no avail. It never occurred to her that they couldn't stand the way every single heterosexual male in the office was lusting after her. As far as Stacey was concerned, no one compared to her father. She didn't even notice the sexual competitiveness she stirred up anywhere she went.

One morning she was in the kitchen getting some coffee, when Paula walked in. Ever since their little encounter, they were more or less open enemies. But this day Paula came over to her.

"I heard you're no longer working with Joyce."

Stacey stared at her. "That's right."

"And why is that? That is what you're supposed to be doing here."

"Oh, Daddy wants to expose me to a variety of different areas of the company as part of my internship. He thought it would be helpful to get down to the nitty gritty of the detail of his records from last year, so the guys are helping me out." Stacey had her suspicions about Paula, so she wanted to feel her out.

"What 'records'? We have bookkeepers who take care of that."

Stacey smiled at her. "If you have a problem with my training, I suggest you talk to the CEO; you know, the person in charge here." The feline claws were definitely out between these two.

But even more than these pesky little people, Kathy, the buxom blonde office manager—or as Joyce referred to her, the "gatekeeper"—was constantly in her face. She couldn't go ten minutes without seeing her. Kathy was always checking up on her with a fake Southern sweetness that made Stacey want to punch her. 

"How are you? Are you settling in ok? Do you need anything, honey?"

Stacey noticed Kathy was extremely disconcerted to find out she had changed her work plans in the office. She had cornered her in the kitchen the same morning she'd spoken to Paula.

"But I already set you up on Joyce's computer," Kathy said, her voice so sweet but her eyes so mean.

"Oh, that's ok" Stacey said with the same revolting sweetness. "I don't need a computer right now. In fact, I need some boxes, to take some files home. Do you think you can help me with that?"

She couldn't help see the look of surprise and alarm on Kathy's face, before she instantly covered it up. 

"Why of course, honey. I'll bring them down to you later."

+++

After two days, Stacey and Joyce sat down in the morning together for a little conference.

"So, Stacey, how's it going? Are you settled in downstairs?"

"Yes... I mean, I'm just figuring out where everything is."

"Well, look, once I get on that damned computer I'll be able to help you out, tell you exactly what to start looking for. But for now, just see if you can get access to his tax returns. They should be on file by year."

"Yes, I have them. I'm taking the last three years home tonight."

"Good, good. Now here's what you do. Look at the itemized deductions—the expenses that Wilson Enterprises writes off. Just write down names, the service, the dates, and we'll take it from there. Look for anything unusual, anything out of the ordinary."

"But how much can I do in a week!"

"Oh, look, we won't solve everything all at once. We're just looking for a pattern, anything strange. You're a smart girl! Use your best judgment."

"Ok," Stacey said, shakily.

"Have you talked to Dave recently?"

"Um, no, he's supposed to call me tonight."

"All right, well talk to him. And tomorrow, we need to get that password!" 

+++

Stacey stayed a little later in the office that night, tossing files and folders into two cardboard boxes. She was carrying them in her arms while tottering on high heels on her way to her car when she suddenly felt someone take them out of her hands.

"Whoah, let me help you with that little lady!" she heard someone say with a sweet southern drawl.

She was looking at three young guys from accounting, all eager to help her out. She flashed all of them a gorgeous smile. "Thanks..."

"You know, I don't think we've met. I'm Josh... this is Ryan, Tony..." Josh was quite handsome. He looked to be about 23. A real down home boy.

"Yes, I'm sorry, I just haven't had a chance to meet everyone yet."

"Oh that's ok! You going over here?" Josh said as he walked her to her car.

"Yes... thank you!" 

"Oh, no problem... Stacey, right?"

Stacey straightened her short, tight skirt. "Yes. Stacey Wilson."

"I know. The boss's daughter. The intern." 

Well, he certainly was cute, and so happy to help! The other two guys seemed unable to do anything else but ogle her. Perhaps Josh could be useful.

She giggled a little bit and rolled her eyes. "Oh, well... you know... Daddy said I should get some 'experience' before I go to school."

Dear God, Josh thought, what an adorable babe! 

"Well, look, Stacey, the guys here thought we should welcome you aboard. We go out for drinks, after work sometime. You want to come along this Friday?"

"Uh, sure, but... I'm not legal..."

"Oh, no problem, no problem We all go over as a group. We'll get you in. And we can, uh, talk about work."

"Ok, that sounds great."

"Well, wonderful... see you later, then."

Josh congratulated himself on scoring a "date" with Dave's smoking hot daughter. Fuck she was gorgeous!

+++

Later that night, Stacey was spread out on Dave's big bed, taking notes while using her laptop. She loved being here with his smells all around her. 

Soon her phone buzzed. 

"Hi, honey," Dave said.

"Hi..."

"Where are you, sweetheart?"

"Lying on our bed."

"Mmmmm, our bed."

"Yes..." Stacey breathed into the phone. 

"What are you doing?"

"Looking up stuff on the internet."

She heard him laugh. "Sexy! What kind of 'stuff'?'"

"I'm on Wikipedia. Reading about embezzlement. It's really quite fascinating."

"Tell me."

"Oh, well, it's almost always the CFO. There's so many things they can do."

"Yes?"

"You do realize he has access to all of your money. Company checks. All your accounts. Everything. "

"Yes, I'm aware. Too damned aware, now."

"Let me ask you something. Have you ever heard of a company called... um..." she was shuffling through some papers. "'Southeast Prime Auto Parts?'"

"Oh God, I don't know. We deal with so many."

"Hmmm... it keeps popping up. You've 

paid them

an awful lot in the past two years."

"Well, that's good. Keep writing that down."

"Where are you now?"

"Right now? On the balcony of a Marriott, missing you. About to go in and get on the bed."

"I miss you, too," Stacey whispered.

"Put that stuff away," Dave said. "Get comfortable."

Stacey closed up her laptop and papers and curled up on her side, the phone clutched tightly to her ear.

Dave said, "Are you relaxed, baby?"

"Yes," Stacey whispered.

"Let Daddy tell you a story."

Stacey cuddled up into her pillow and listened.

"I've been working all day. I got up at 6:00. I've been running around from shop to shop, talking to a lot of people. But even when I'm talking and going over all these details, all I can think about is my baby girl at home."

Stacey smiled, loving his soft, sweet voice in her ear. His words poured into her soul!

"As soon as I wake up, I think about you, darling. Every minute. And it means so much that you're working so hard for your Daddy."

Oh, Stacey would do anything for him, anything!

"I want to, Daddy."

"It's always been like this, my girl. Always. You've always been first. You've always been my special one. Do you know that?"

"Yes, Daddy," Stacey breathed, so on fire. "I have always known it."

"Baby girl," Dave whispered intently, "I miss being inside you. It's only been two days. But that's where I belong... inside my girl..."

"Oh, Daddy" Stacey moaned, getting so wet. Her nipples had hardened into two tight, aching points that throbbed with each word he spoke! 

"I'm holding my cock now, thinking about you. Stroking it, thinking about you. Do you miss Daddy's cock, baby? As much as I miss your hot, wet little pussy?"

YESSSS!!" Stacey groaned out loudly. 

"It makes Daddy so hot knowing that... knowing that we have this special connection... that you're thinking about fucking your Daddy all day! Is that right?"

"Yes, Daddy!" Stacey moaned while rubbing and caressing her nipples. His voice and words sent electric jolts straight from the tips to her clit and pussy.

"Our hot, secret love...it's so perfect, and... no one needs to know but us, baby girl. Forever."

"Mmmmm!" Stacey had to reach down and finger her slit. She was drenched listening to Dave's voice.

"I'm stroking my cock, honey, thinking about it... no one knowing... and when I get back I want to fuck in my office, in the middle of the day! Do you promise me that?"

"YES, OH YES!" 

"I've got my hand wrapped tight around my cock right now... Daddy's so hard..."

Stacey moaned and moaned. He was a wonderful storyteller! Mmmmmm...

"Tell me more, Daddy, more!"

"It's so hard, baby... cum is leaking all over the top. The head is just throbbing with thoughts of you."

Stacey was rubbing her clit and moaning as she listened and pictured the scene—Dave in his hotel on a bed, pumping and stroking that massive cock which she knew and loved. 

"Daddy?"

"Yes little girl... "

"While you're stroking that beautiful cock of yours, I have my hands in my panties. I'm fingering my wet little pussy, dreaming of you..."

She moaned out, "Oh, I want to suck it, Daddy! I want to take your cock in my mouth!"

"Uh!!" Dave grunted loudly at her words as his cock jumped and swelled even more. "You do, baby?"

"Yeeessss..." Stacey moaned as she thought of it. "Yessss, Daddy, yessss... I want you in my mouth! I want to taste you!..."

Oh fuck! The thought of his daughter's soft sweet mouth on his cock was too much for Dave to take. He moaned into the phone, "Touch yourself, baby, make yourself come hard! Daddy's going to come... just the thought of your mouth on my cock, UHHHH!"

Dave and his daughter exploded in a mutual orgasm, so turned on by the sound of each other's pleasure. In his hotel room, Dave shot a load all over his stomach, thinking about her, while Stacey twisted and moaned on their bed, thinking about him! 

After they'd calmed down, and full of blissful, happy feelings, Dave spoke quietly to her. 

"I might be away longer than I thought, honey... ten days..."

"Oh!" Stacey gasped, unhappy. "Do you have to, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby, I'm sorry... but I've got a nice surprise for you, when I get back, all right?"

"Ok..." Stacey said, suddenly drowsy. "...'Love you, Daddy..."

"Good night, sweet girl..."

+++

Stacey slid into a wonderful sleep, but miles away in Durham, Dave was still up. It was midnight and he couldn't sleep. He had a late morning scheduled for the next day, so he decided to go down to the hotel bar and get a drink. Perhaps that would help him sleep. He was looking at some files, sipping a Scotch, when a voice suddenly said, "Late night?"

He looked up. The bar was practically empty except for the woman who had joined him—a tall, very attractive brunette in a sexy suit. She was his age, mid-40s, and gorgeous, with thick straight lustrous hair, dark eyes, olive skin, and a body to die for. Her long amazing legs were clad in light gray thigh highs and sexy dark gray pumps; her slit skirt showed just enough thigh that he could see a flash of skin over the tops of her stockings. Her nails were beautifully manicured and painted a deep red. Yes, she certainly was hot.

"Uh, yes, actually... I have lots of appointments tomorrow... you?" Dave said.

"Oh I'm sorry, I don't want to interrupt you. It's just that..." she gestured to the empty room "no one else is here and I'm new in town..."

"Oh, sure, no problem," Dave said, putting away 

his work. "Can I get you a drink...?"

"Margaret," she said, extending a hand, "Margaret Sanford. But please call me Peggy. And yes, a Scotch would be nice."

Dave gestured to the bartender. 

"So what brings you to Durham, Peggy?" Dave asked.

"Raleigh, actually," she said. "I'll be moving here in a few weeks—new job."

"I see... I'm Dave, by the way... David Wilson."

"David Wilson as in... David Wilson Enterprises? Wilson BMW? Wilson Mercedes? That Wilson?"

He smiled, "Yes..."

"I see your name everywhere around here!"

"Well, I'm in town, making the rounds to some of my shops."

Dave found Peggy very charming and intelligent. As they chatted and the alcohol kicked in, the inevitable question began to hover in the air. He noticed she did not wear a wedding ring. 

He didn't want to give her the wrong idea. "Peggy... uh... you're quite an attractive woman... but, I'm involved with someone..."

She smiled at him. This man with the dark eyes and beautiful smile was quite wonderful.

"Well thank you for the honesty. And I'll be honest too: so am I. Very involved... that's not why I came over to you. I really just wanted some company."

So they were on the same wavelength. Dave relaxed. 

"So what is your job? What do you do?"

"I'm a corporate lawyer. I specialize in tax law, but I also do most everything—fraud, embezzlement, you name it."

Dave could not believe it. "You're kidding."

She smiled. "Um... no, not kidding... my firm is based on St Simon's Island in Georgia, but we're expanding throughout the southeast; we're opening up a regional center in Raleigh, what with the economic growth we see in this area... there's a big need for my services."

Dave said, "What do you say we move over to a booth, Peggy?"

+++ 

A little while later, after a few more drinks, 

Dave spilled the whole story to this attractive stranger. 

Peggy took it all in, her legal mind whirring with the implications, but in the end, she paused, and said something Dave was not expecting.

"You're not being honest about something, Dave."

"Oh?"

"Look, as a lawyer, I'm listening to all this and I'm thinking, 'Ok, maybe you're right. Maybe you could prove it, and maybe not. But the fact is, this man, Fred, makes a fantastic salary, with tons of perks and advantages. He's never done anything illegal, as far as you know. If you were going to take this to court, the first question anyone would ask is Why? Why would he do such a thing? What exactly is the deal between you? What's his motivation? You must have some idea.'"

Dave said, "Well... all I can do is guess..."

"Yes? What exactly is the nature of your relationship with this man? And why haven't you confronted him or fired him by now?"

"Well, it's a long story. And it's getting late."

"I'll be here for a whole week. Get started."

"All right." Miss Sanford seemed quite the prosecutor!

"Well the reason I haven't fired him is because I owe this business to him, and he knows it. As I mentioned, I met Fred almost 20 years ago... at that time I was working in a piece of shit garage, making nothing, and he was the one with all the money and connections. He started sending a lot of business my way—a lot. If it wasn't for him, his friends, the people he knew, I could still be in that damned place."

"When it got to the point where I was thinking about opening my own shop, he put up the money. And kept driving up my business and sales. I think he was at SAS at the time."

"SAS? What's that?"

"Statistical Analysis System Institute. It's based in Cary, right outside Raleigh. Huge software firm. The biggest employer in this area. I think Fred was doing accounting at that point. But he can be very... charming. He knew a lot of people in that business, a lot of very powerful people. And basically, his friends became my friends and customers."

"I see, go ahead."

"Well, things went from there. I was able to open another shop, then more, eventually I got a dealership. And, when it came time to really set up my company, Fred did practically everything. He used his connections at SAS—helped me with lawyers, staffing, start-up loans, even finding the building we're in now."

Peggy said, "Hmm. So now the positions are reversed. You're the one with all the money and power, and he's in your employ. Interesting."

"Yes, there's that. I've never denied the fact that I owe a lot to him, but I don't know... maybe he's resentful that I never cut him in? Made him a partner or something? Perhaps he carries some resentment because of that, I don't know."

"So why did Fred do all this for you? From what you've described, it sounds like he really stuck his neck out and went out of his way for you. That doesn't sound like something an ordinary customer would do."

"No, as I said, we became friends."

"Tell me about that."

"Ah... that's a bit of a long story... perhaps you wouldn't mind if we continued this later... over dinner, tomorrow night?"

"Sure, Dave." Peggy stood up to go. "I've enjoyed our conversation. Dinner sounds good."

"Me, too, Peggy. It's been a... pleasant surprise meeting you. And thanks for lending me an ear. I'll see you tomorrow, around 8:00? I know a nice place."

They shook hands. As Dave watched this interesting woman leave, his mind was full of the past...

How strange that he felt it creeping up on him, bringing with it anxiety, unpleasantness and pain. 

He headed back to his hotel room, missing his daughter like never before. 

+++

Stacey woke up in Dave's bed the next day feeling energized and excited. She got dressed for the office bursting with confidence, knowing she could do what needed to be done. 




The Internship Ch. 03



She chose one of her favorite dresses—a tight, pale green, clingy thing that showed her legs, ass, and tits. It was scooped low in the front, making deep cleavage. But as usual, she did it just right so she looked completely professional at the same time. Her long hair flowed around her shoulders and her green eyes looked even more sparkling and beautiful next to the color of her dress. She was ready. 

The day started out on a good note. 

She was in the company kitchen, looking like a rare exotic flower under the fluorescent lights and drab surroundings, when both Paula and Kathy walked in. 

"Hi!" Stacey beamed. "Checking up on me?"

Paula glared; Kathy turned on the b.s. "Why no, honey, just seeing if you need anything."

"I'm all set, thanks," she said. "Oh, wait a minute, I forgot. Paula, I talked to Daddy last night—"

Stacey emphasized the word "Daddy." She knew how 

much it would bother the hell out of them.

"—and he told me to tell you he wants 100 copies of the Quarterly Reports proofed and bound and on his desk when he gets back. And he says he wants you to do it."

"And Kathy, he told me to tell you he wants his office professionally cleaned by the time he gets back. Carpets, windows, everything. But no one is to touch his desk or computer."

"Thanks guys! See you later," she said, as she waltzed out. 

She made her way down to the low level accounting room, armed with her notebooks full of names and dates. This time, instead of going to the records room, she headed right over to Josh and... 

whoever... she couldn't remember. 

"Hi Stacey!"

"Oh my gosh, I nearly got lost on the way here!" 

Every single male in the room was staring at her, taking in her long, perfect legs, her ass, her exposed breasts, her gorgeous hair. 

"Is it... Josh?... Can you help me find a place to put my stuff?" 

Josh, as well as five other guys, immediately shoved masses of crap off the nearest desk and tried to get her to sit near them. 

"Oh, don't let me disturb you all!" Stacey said as she sat down.

"I'm supposed to just watch you and see how you do... um... what is it you all do down here again?"

She pulled up to a thrilled Josh, who couldn't believe his good luck. Sweet Stacey flipped her hair back and turned her magnetic eyes full on him. "Do you mind if I just sit next to you?"

"Um, no!"

"Oh wow, what are you doing?" she said as she looked at the spreadsheet on his computer.

Josh took this as an opportunity to give her a little lecture on basic Accounting 101. 

She interrupted him to say, "Oh! I almost forgot!"

She pulled her notes from her bag. "Daddy gave me this. He said I'm supposed to ask you about it... these companies."

Josh took the piece of paper. "Hmmm... Dave wants you to go over... suppliers... I wonder why."

"Oh... Audit! That's what he told me to tell you. For you to show me what an audit is. Of these companies."

"What's an audit?" She said sweetly.

Oh, Josh could tell her that, and he loved the chance to show her how much he had learned in school. "Well, an audit is basically when you go over all the financial dealings of any company transaction, making sure it's been done correctly, in compliance with the law. It could be other things—following a trail of payments, for example..."

He sounded like a textbook.

Stacey gazed at him adoringly like he was the smartest person in the world.

Before long, Stacey had half the young accountants doing her bidding, producing elaborate files on just the companies she wanted to show to Dave. The guys, meanwhile, thought they were killing two birds with one stone—impressing both Dave and Stacey at the same time. 

By the time 3:00 rolled around, Stacey felt she had made great headway with her ulterior motives. 

She headed to the garage to get to her car, where she'd left her phone, before moving on to her next destination.

As she was rounding a corner on the way to her car, she heard something. Voices talking. Two people huddled in a corner. Stacey could make out a man and a woman's voice. She stood behind a wall and listened.

"How many times do I have to tell you? Once this is all over, we'll do it."

"But you keep saying that! You've been saying that for six months. I love you! I want to live with you. I don't want to keep waiting and waiting."

She was quite certain this was Fred, but who was the woman?

Then she heard a sickening sweet voice, "Don't be that way, honey..."

Oh, gross. Kathy. And Fred. 

"Listen, just hang on. Things will get resolved. Now, do you have what we need?" 

"Yes, but you know I don't like doing this."

"Aw, do it for me, babe."

Kathy giggled. "All right... you know I can't resist it you when you call me that."

Stacey heard them leave together, towards one or the other's car. Well! What was that about? Kathy and Fred were... lovers? Disgusting!

What an instructive day this was turning out to be!

+++

A little while later, Joyce was sitting in her office, relieved that Fred had gone home for the day. She always loved it when he left. What a dick. What an absolute asshole—arrogant beyond words, narcissistic, manipulative. Why did Dave keep him on? 

She was pondering this question when she heard laughing, and then the door opened. In came Stacey, looking drop dead gorgeous, giggling and smiling. 

"Hi Joyce!" she said. "Do you know Carlos?"

Trailing behind her was a young man she recognized—one of the guys who worked on computers. She smiled to herself. Good job, Stacey! Carlos was obviously smitten. 

"Of course. Hi. What's up?"

"I told Carlos about our problem, and he said he might be able to help."

"Oh, that's great," Joyce said, going along with it but not saying much more.

"Right over here, Carlos," Stacey said, leading him over to Fred's impressive desk and work station. 

The entranced Carlos got behind the computer, happy to help Dave's pretty daughter. 

"Joyce, tell him what we need," said Stacey, making eyes at Joyce.

Joyce picked up on Stacey's cue. 

"Oh Fred's left for vacation, just now. He's already on his flight, and he just called. But he left some very important details on his computer for me, and he forgot to leave his password. I have to have them, for the closing this month. Is there any way you can help, Carlos? It's urgent!"

Carlos smiled. "Yes, but... you're sure Fred says its ok?"

Joyce said, "Oh yes, honey. We could call him back if you want but he's probably already in the air."

"Uh, no... don't want to bother him... let me see here..."

As Carlos fiddled away on Fred's computer, he made small talk with Stacey. 

"So, Dave's been working an awful lot, lately, huh?"

Stacey thought this a bit odd, since he'd been gone for three days. "Oh, yes, I guess."

"He's really putting in some late nights!"

Stacey stared at him. What was he talking about?

"Um... yeah..."

"Well just remind him, when he's here that late he really needs to make sure to shut his computer down. Don't leave it idling overnight."

What was this guy talking about. "Daddy's been working at night?"

"Yeah, didn't you know that?"

"Oh maybe I wasn't paying too much attention."

"Yes, hon... he's been in there till the early morning. Several nights a week. He must have a lot of work to get done!"

"How can you tell, Carlos?"

"Oh we see all the activity on company computers. If anyone logs on or off. Dave's been in his office at night quite a bit lately—last night, in fact."

Clearly Carlos didn't know that Dave was not around!

Joyce and Stacey exchanged a meaningful look.

"All right, there you go."

They heard Fred's computer come to life.

"Now I don't have his password, of course, but there is a way around it. Just use this code, here—" He wrote something on a piece of paper—"And that will let you override it." 

"Ok, thank you." Stacey smiled at him. "I really appreciate this, Carlos, really."

"Anytime, hon, anytime."

After he left, the two women turned towards each other, thinking the same question.

Who the hell has been in Dave's office at night??



The Internship Ch. 03



"What the hell is going on here?" he asked as he took a seat in the empty recliner.

"We are just having a little meeting," Janet replied, "I think you would be very interested to know that part of it is about you."

"Is that right?" Jim replied, "What are you talking about?"

"Glad you asked," Janet said clicking the remote. And for the second time in thirty minutes, Joe watches as his girlfriend gets fucked by one of his best friends on a tape that he made. 

"How did you get that?" Jim said just as stunned as Joe had been a few minutes earlier.

"It doesn't matter how or why, all that matters is that I have it and what you will do to keep me from telling your wife," Janet replied.

"You can't tell Angie about that! She would divorce me for sure," Jim replied. 

"Then I can count on your cooperation for my silence, right?" Janet asked.

"I will pay you whatever you want!" Jim said not really hearing what Janet was saying.

"NO, I don't want your money. If you do what I tell you, without argument, I will keep quiet. Just as I told Joe, that tape is very valuable to you therefore you must work hard to earn it back," Janet replied, "So I am, in essence, your boss and you will treat me that way. Understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Jim replied.

"Yes WHAT, Jim?" Janet asked.

It occurred to him what she wanted, "Yes, ma'am."

"That's better," Janet said nodding to Mwana. She got up and walked over to a phone. A few minutes later, the chime on the elevator sounded turning everyone's attention. Misti, Amber, and Jenny all exited. 

"Glad you all could make it," Janet said to the newcomers. Misti led the girls over to everyone else. Both girls were fully dressed. Misti, however, was completely nude. Jenny was shocked to find Joe and Jim there.

"Amber, you and Misti can sit on the couch with Joe and Mwana. Jenny, you should stand in the center of the room," Janet ordered.

Jenny was dressed, once again, in her black blazer, grey top, black suit pants, and black high heels. Standing in the middle of the room, though clothed for the first time since that morning, was unnerving for her. 

Janet stood from her seat and moved over to Jenny. She ordered Jenny to watch the television screen as it came on. She was stunned to see that tape of she and Jim fucking like horny teenagers.

Janet clicked the tv off and said, "You didn't mention this encounter with Jim during your interview at the club last night. When Alison asked you earlier today if you had any other incidents with cheating other than the night at the casino, you said no. You lied Jenny. Why?"

Jenny was beyond worried at this point, "I I I don't know. I had promised never to tell about being with Jim."

"That's not a good answer Jenny. Did you think we wouldn't find out?" Janet asked her.

"I don't know what I thought," Jenny answered.

"Your lying has huge consequences for both you and Amber. You were both taken as a package deal. So your actions are going to have a profound impact on her. The money that LAB paid to City University for your services will be returned to them. Neither of you will be involved with that program anymore. Instead you both will be bumped down to the RESTRICT program. You will learn more about that later. 

"Right now, I want you naked. So strip!" Janet ordered. Jenny quickly took off her clothes and was standing naked in the middle of the room. 

"Put your hands on the coffee table and push that nice big ass of yours into the air," Janet continued, "Amber, take my leather belt from Mwana and wear Jenny's ass out. She has just cost you 50% of your paycheck. If I were you, I would be pissed."

Amber was very pissed and tore into Jenny's ass. Jenny was pleading for Amber to stop, all the while Amber's strikes were laying red welts across both of Jenny's ass cheeks. She stopped at 30 licks by which time Jenny was sobbing uncontrollably. 

"Now, if everyone will please stand up from the sofa so we can pull out the sofa-bed," Janet ordered, "Jim, I want t see you fuck her."

Jim stripped quickly, already turned on from watching Jenny being spanked. He pulled down his tented boxers baring his 7 inch cock. Joe watched in silence from the recliner as one of his best friends prepared to mount his girlfriend, again.

Jim and Jenny laid side by side, feeling, touching, and kissing one another. His hands roamed freely over her back and down to her ass, gently squeezing her cheeks. He then moved his hand over her thigh, down between them. 

"Put your leg over his so we can see Jenny," Janet ordered from the love seat. She was being thoroughly eaten out by Misti at that moment. When Jenny put her top leg up onto Jim's, everyone could easily see Jim's two fingers fondling her pussy, "Amber, you now have a boyfriend. Go sit with him."

Amber looked at Janet to see what she was talking about. Janet motioned for her to sit with Joe.

"From now on, you are to be with Joe. It's up to you whether or not you allow Jenny and he to be together," Janet continued, "I believe your boyfriend has a hard-on, you should take care of it."

This caused Jenny to try to roll over and say something but Janet quickly told her to continue without saying a word. 

Jim stepped up his playing with her pussy, causing her to begin to hump his fingers, trying to push them into her vagina. The clenching and unclenching of her ass cheeks really turned Joe on along with the prospect of having Jenny's beautiful friend Amber on her knees in front of him unzipping his jeans.

Amber took out Joe's cock and began to give him a hand job. Janet watched her do this for a moment before saying, "Amber, suck him off."

By this time, Jenny wasn't paying much attention to what else was going on. Jim was rubbing the head of his cock up and down her slit, causing her to moan and ask for him to go ahead and put it in. 

"You want it?" Jim asked loud enough so that everyone could hear.

"Yes, please," Jenny replied kissing his chest and neck.

Amber had just put the head of Joe's cock in her mouth when Jim asked Jenny if she wanted him to fuck her. The warmth and wetness of her mouth caused Joe to get harder than Joe knew he could get and almost lost it.

Jim put the head of his cock at the Jenny's entrance. From his angle, Joe could see her lips being pushed inward by his thrust. When Joe pulled out, the pink interfolds of her pussy came with it. 

Jim rolled Jenny on top of him. Her smallish B cup tits looked great and her nipples stood straight out, as hard as they could get. Jim pulled her down on top of him. In this position, with her legs on either side of him, her ass cheeks were open so that the entire room could see her pussy stay totally open as she raised her hips and thrust back down onto Jim's cock. Her ass cheeks, in this position, appeared really large—Joe was completely turned on.

Lauren dropped to her knees and began to take Amber's clothes off. Joe didn't know what he wanted to watch more, Amber being stripped or Jenny being fucked. 

For the second time that day, Amber had her black top pulled over her head leaving her in her black strapless bra. Lauren reached down to release the button on the side of her skirt and lower the zipper. Her black skirt fell to her knees, which was as far as they could go because Amber was on her knees sucking Joe's cock. 

Joe's eyes were on the sight in front of him. He had been with Jenny for so long he'd forgotten what it was like to see a nice, large pair of tits, other than earlier that day when we was with Lauren. But he was having a hard time actually remembering that encounter since he was rather drunk when it was happening. From his position, he could see down Amber's shirt, which was showing plenty of cleavage when she was moving up his cock. 

Joe looked at Lauren briefly as she moved to unclasp Amber's bra, as if to say 'hurry the hell up.' The bra fell to the floor revealing Amber's 38C tits. They looked larger than that on her 120 pound frame. 

"Stand up Amber," Janet ordered from her seat on one of the sofas. Amber did as she was told. Joe was eye level with her black thong panties, which Lauren hooked her fingers in and pulled off. Joe stared at her light black bush and slightly opened pussy lips, "Take your new girlfriend over to the bed and fuck her brains out."

Jenny was still on top of Jim fucking away, though they both seemed to be getting close to cumming. Janet, unbeknownst to everyone else in the room, nodded to Mwana. She stood up from her seat on one of the sofas, stripped her orange thong panties off, and got a strap-on dildo and harness out of the large black bag that was brought into the room a few minutes before. Once she had it strapped on, she smeared a good amount of KY jelly along the 8 inch phallus before climbing on the bed behind Jenny. 

Amber and Joe had already gotten on the bed, lying beside Jim and Jenny. They both watched as Mwana placed her hands on Jenny's back, slightly pushing her upper body further down on Jim, giving Mwana better access. Jenny wasn't paying much attention to what was going on behind her, at least she wasn't visibly, until Mwana placed the head of the phallus at the opening of her tiny puckered rosebud. 

Jenny's eyes had been closed, but were no longer. She tried to get away from the invader, but Jim held her tightly as he closed in on his orgasm. 

Jenny turned, "Please, I don't do that."

It was then she saw who it was pushing against her anal ring. Though Joe liked the idea of Jenny being with a black woman, Jenny was totally against it. Joe had revealed this little fantasy of his to Janet earlier that evening.

Mwana cupped both of Jenny's breasts and used them for leverage as she pushed the 8 inch cock into Jenny's backdoor hole. Jenny's face contorted with pain as she tried to accommodate the large invader.

Soon, Mwana and Jim were fucking Jenny as hard as they could. Jim couldn't handle the extra tight feeling created by the dildo. He came not too long after Mwana had buried the phallus as deeply as possible in Jenny's asshole.

Normally, Joe would have been totally captivated by what was going on with Jenny. Though he watched a little, he was more than ready to fuck Amber. As she laid down, he put her feet on each of his shoulders, put the head of his cock at her slit, and thrust downward—though slower than he would have liked. He didn't want to just fuck her and leave her hanging, but at that point he was having a hard time finding any desire to pleasure her. 

Amber had always been a tease. When he was sure on several occasions she was heavily flirting with him, several minutes later she would be doing the same to someone else. This didn't leave him any less turned on. 

Joe slowly fucked his cock into Amber for the first couple of minutes, giving her an opportunity to get use to his 8 inch cock. But soon he was ramming it into her as hard as he could go, watching in delight as her tits bounced wildly and her eyes began to glaze over.

She began to moan loudly and soon had clawed Joe's upper back and neck into shreds. She fit the definition of a 'screamer' to the letter. 

By this time, Jim had managed to maneuver out from under Jenny. Mwana had taken his place and was now forcing Jenny to sit on the cock, only it was going up her ass instead of her pussy. 

"Joe, let Amber face this way. I want you to fuck her doggie style," Janet ordered sipping on a drink, with her tan skirt bunched up at her waist, as Misti continued to eat her out. Joe pulled out of Amber long enough to allow her to move. This new position put Amber and Joe in the direction of the television screen, which had a close up of Jenny's ass. As Joe reentered Amber's cunt, he watched as Jenny slowly sat down on the phallus. Soon her upper body was lying down on top of Mwana who was forcing her to kiss and feel her up. From that position, everyone could see Jenny's asshole in its expanded state, allowing the huge phallus to continue moving in and out.

To Joe's surprise, Amber came first screaming at, what seemed like, the tops of her lungs. Between her screaming and Jenny getting her ass fucked by a beautiful black woman, he wasn't far behind, grasping Amber's hips and forcing her as far back as he could, burying his cock as deeply as he could releasing his potent seed deep into her.

To be continued…



The Internship Ch. 04



Author's Note: Many thanks to oz99, who allowed me to use the characters of Todd and Peggy Sanford in this story, and to the real Peggy! As always, all characters are over the age of 18. 

*

Thursday evening in the Raleigh-Durham area found Dave Wilson and his daughter Stacey unhappily separated, but occupied with activities that took their minds off each other, for the time being. 

Stacey had been working in her father's company for less than a week, but she had already stumbled upon a mysterious conspiracy that she was determined to unveil with the help of Joyce Walker, one of Dave's most trusted employees. When the unsuspecting IT tech Carlos dropped the bombshell revelation that someone had been in Dave's office and on his computer into the early morning hours, and it certainly was not her father, Stacey knew immediately what she was going to do.

As soon as Carlos left the office, she turned to Joyce and said, "Well, that's it, I'm coming back here, tonight."

Joyce said, "Do you have the keys?"

"Yes, I know where they are."

"I wish I could join you—"

Stacey interjected, "Oh, can't you?! I'd feel so much safer."

"No, I have to watch my son tonight. But I'll be on my phone. Keep in touch with me. If anything goes wrong, I'll get some help."

Stacey said, "Oh I'm not worried. Nothing's going to happen to me! They're the ones who should be worried."

"Still, you never know . . . be safe!"

"What's going on, Joyce? What could they be doing?!"

"Lots of things. But now that we can get on Fred's computer, we're one step ahead of him,at least . . . Good job with that, by the way!"

Stacey smiled. "It was easy. Carlos is an absolute doll. What a day! You won't believe some of the things I've seen!"

"Well look, I've got about two hours left. I'm going to take advantage of it," Joyce said, settling down in Fred's desk. "We'll talk tomorrow. Now I want to see just what kind of shit this conniving bastard's been up to."

"All right. I'm going to go home. I'll text you tonight." Stacey smiled at her new friend and left.

In Durham, meanwhile, Dave had made plans for dinner with his new friend, an attractive lawyer he'd met at the hotel bar. Peggy Sanford was new in town and just settling into a new job. When Dave told her about his concerns for his business, she was quite interested and wanted to hear more. She'd dealt with enough fraud and legal cases in her career to know something was going on. Perhaps she could help. She looked forward to the evening's conversation with her most attractive host. 

Stacey called Dave around 6:00, and they had a somewhat strained conversation, since both were hiding their true intentions from the other. Dave didn't want to let on to Stacey that he was having dinner with a beautiful woman, while Stacey wasn't about to tell him about her covert stakeout. She knew he'd never allow it.

"Hi . . ." Stacey said into her cell when she called him.

"Hi, baby, how are you?" Dave said with tender concern. 

"I'm doing fine, but I miss you . . . "

"Mmmmm, I know. . . but it shouldn't be too much longer. I'm cutting my trip a little short. I should be back late tomorrow night."

Stacey felt her body jump with anticipation and pleasure. "Oh! Good!"

"What do you have planned for tonight, sweetheart?" said Dave.

"Oh, I'm home. I have some of your files to go over."

"Stacey!" Dave said suddenly, in a stern paternal voice, "Put that crap away. I told you, don't let this monkey business take up too much of your time."

"But I've got so much here!"

"I mean it! Put it aside. Do something fun tonight. Don't think about work. What about your friends? Why don't you call one of them up? Is it Janey? See what she's up to."

"Oh!" Stacey thought, "Good idea, Daddy! Why hadn't I thought of that!"

"Oh, um, all right . . . maybe I will do that," Stacey said. "What about you, Daddy?"

"I'm having dinner with a . . . work colleague I ran into here. But it should go pretty late, so don't be worried if I don't call."

"That's ok. . ."

Dave whispered into the phone. "Baby, I can't wait to take you in my arms. . ."

Stacey whispered back, "Oh, I can't wait, either!" 

"I don't like being away from you . . ."

"I don't like it either."

Stacey's voice was full of lust and promise. "I hate being in our bed without you . . ." she whispered.

"As soon as I get back. I'll wake you up with a kiss."

"All right . . ." said Stacey, loving the idea.

"Good night, baby girl, I'll be in touch tomorrow."

The second she hung up, Stacey called her friend Janey. 

"Hi! How'd you like to have an adventure with me tonight?"

Yes, Janey was a bit on the wild side, but she was up for anything, and Stacey thought she'd make the perfect partner in crime.

+++

A few hours later, Stacey was waiting outside her father's office. It was a nice Southern night—warm and balmy, and smelling of jasmine. She was dressed in sweats and a tank top, with her hair tied back in a ponytail. She'd gotten the keys from Dave's bureau and was also armed with her cell phone. Just then she heard someone approaching. When she saw Janey, she burst out laughing.

"Oh my god. What are you, a Ninja?"

Her friend was decked out in roomy black dress that went down to her ankles, and her mass of red curls was tucked up tightly underneath a too-large black baseball cap that hid half her face.

"What? I thought we were doing a stakeout."

"Right! Not robbing the place!"

Janey giggled. "This is so exciting! I'm so glad you asked me along. I've hardly seen you, Stace. What have you been up to?"

"Oh, it's a long story! Let's go . . . Oh, wait, wait! Hang on, let me take a pic."

She snapped a picture of them both together, then sent it to Joyce, saying, "On our way. Don't wait up."

They entered through a side door after Stacey punched in the security code, then took the stairs up the darkened office building up to the third floor. There were dim security lights helping them along as they made their way to Dave's office. Stacey listened carefully at the door. Hearing nothing, she gestured to her friend. 

"Ok, I think the coast is clear. Let's go."

Inside, the room was lit by floor lights. Stacey knew this place well. She'd already thought it through. There was a huge bathroom, but the best place for spying would certainly be Dave's walk-in closet. It was huge, with plenty of room, and clothes, boxes and other things to keep them hidden, if necessary. The closet was positioned with a view looking out right behind Dave's desk and into the room. 

They tiptoed in and sat down, laughing, and waited . . . 

+++

Not too many miles away, Dave was sitting at a table in a nice restaurant, waiting for Peggy Sanford to arrive. He was slightly nervous. Dave didn't have a lot of friends; in fact he found it very difficult to open up to people. He was almost considering leaving when he saw Peggy enter the room. She was quite a stunning figure in a clingy red dress, sleek black stockings and spiked sling-back pumps. She was much better dressed than Dave, which made him even more self-conscious. 

"Hello!" she smiled.

Dave stood up. "Glad you could make it, Peggy. How was your day?"

"Oh, running around. My son is in Raleigh so he was showing me his brand new office today."

"Oh, where is that?"

"Hmmm, I'm not sure . . . somewhere near Research Triangle Park."

"Ah, good location."

"Yes, and since I'm here we're going to be looking for a house, eventually. Maybe you could help us out when the time comes."

"Oh sure, sure."

After they were seated and drinks were ordered, Dave said, "Are you sure you want to talk about my business problems? I don't want to be a burden . . . "

"Of course. It's interesting. And I have absolutely nothing else to do, so please continue with your story."

"Oh, hmmm, where did we leave off?"

"Your friend? The one you think is stealing from you. You were going to tell me about him."

The waiter came and interrupted them to take their order. Peggy deferred to Dave's taste and let him order for the both of them. She noticed he made an excellent choice.

"So . . . where to begin. Well the thing to know about myself and Fred Hayes is that we come from very similar backgrounds."

"Oh yes—what's that?"

"Well . . . I believe the correct term is 'white trash.' 'Poor white trash' is more like it."

Peggy found this hard to believe. "You?You're not serious!"

"Oh yes, indeed. And when I say 'dirt poor' I mean dirtpoor, countrypoor—we had nothing. We lived in little more than a shack, way out in the country, with some pigs and chickens and my Daddy's guns."

Peggy was astounded to hear Dave lapse into a completely different accent—twangy, country, and sounding totally uneducated. And though he seemed to be making light of it, she could detect a certain anger and bitterness evident as he related his background. 

"It was just Mama and Daddy and myself, plus all the other cousins and aunts and uncles. My Daddy was a drunk—when he was around, that is. Neither of them even finished high school. Nobody in that family did. They were truckers or waitresses, and mean as the day is long."

"Dave I never would have known this about you! You have certainly overcome a lot to rise to the stature and public image you have today. "

"Ah, well, that's my point! I've . . . moved beyond it, shall we say, and Fred Hayes had a lot to do with that."

"He came from the same type of background, only worse, because his father left his mother and he grew up in foster homes. When two people share that type of a personal history, especially here in the South, they have a unique bond. We understood each other—we were two guys desperate to escape our pasts, though we did it in different ways. I worked my way out, through mechanics and learning about cars. I graduated from high school, got a job and never looked back. But Fred . . . he is the charmer. He used his looks, his ability to network, to flatter, to manipulate. I didn't see it that way at the time, but that's what it was."

"He made 'friends' in high places, shall we say, and loved being around rich people. And so he kind of showed me the way, socially. I emulated him . . . how to dress, how to talk, how to order the right food at nice restaurants. . ." 

Peggy smiled.

"At the time, I admired him and looked up to him. He can be very charming, and very convincing."

"Convincing about what?"

"That you can do better. That you can be ambitious. To believe in yourself. He's so confident that he makes you feel more attractive, smarter, better about yourself. He was like an older brother to me, and my mentor."

"I see. . ."

"We spent most of our time outside work together—conniving, planning, strategizing, and, of course, partying. We were close. As close as I'd ever been to anyone."

"Ok, so then what changed? How did you end up here?"

"Well that, I believe, has to do with my daughter . . ."

+++

Hiding out in the huge, executive closet of her father's well-appointed office, Dave's daughter was at that moment thoroughly wrapped up in the present. 

In fact, Stacey knew very little of Dave's past. He'd always kept it completely hidden from her, except to say on occasion, "It wasn't good." She only had one memory of ever meeting any of her extended family—when she was ten, and he took her with him to attend the funeral of his father. It was in some strange, rural out of the way place, with people she did not understand. What she recalled mostly was Dave holding her hand tightly the whole time and never letting her stray off. She never pushed him about it, and it remained a vague if not mysterious memory for her.

She and Janey had spent an hour sitting in a dark closet, whispering, as Stacey told her a bit about why they were there. Janey thought it was completely fun and fascinating. Stacey had such an interesting life! This was so exciting! They were gossiping and giggling when all of a sudden, they heard a key in the door and someone entering. 

"Shh!" Stacey hissed. 

They listened. They heard two voices. Not surprisingly, one of them was Fred's. The other was Paula, Dave's assistant—also not a surprise. But what were they up to? Stacey moved close to the door and listened intently.

"How much longer do we have to keep doing this, Fred? It's been six months!"

"Calm down. Just a few more weeks. Maybe sooner."

"Fine."

Paula sat down at Dave's desk, right in front of Stacey, who was peeking out through the opened door. Paula booted up Dave's computer while Fred took a seat next to her.

Before long, the two were talking back and forth. Fred was reading off numbers, and Paula was entering them in the computer, but Stacey had no further clue what this was all about. Then she heard Fred speak.

He snickered. "You know, I can't figure out why you're doing this, Paula. What's in it for you, really? I know you don't need the money, so why do you want to do this to Dave?"

Paula said, "Just shut up and give me the data, would you?"

"Hmmm . . ." Fred contemplated her. Being devoid of emotion himself, Fred liked to chip away at other people's insecurities and motivations. Like a true sociopath, he fed off them, and was often good at getting at the truth. 

"Perhaps it's not about Dave at all. You're not in love with him, like Kathy. You've never wanted to fuck Dave, I'll bet."

Paula snorted. "As if."

"Hmmm . . . Paula Broughton . . . a fine old Southern name. You don't even need this job, do you? Isn't your Daddy still at SAS? Is that what this is about?"

SAS was the largest corporation in the Raleigh-Durham area. Paula's father was a very high-ranking V.P. on the boards of that and many other Raleigh businesses.

Stacey could hear Paula's voice get tense as she told Fred to "Hurry up so we can finish."

But Fred was pursuing an idea. "Is that why you're doing this? To get on Daddy's good side? Impress him? I know the guys at SAS are aware of what's going on."

"Let's see . . . lonely little rich girl . . . loves her Daddy so much, but he couldn't give two shits about her. . . so she goes into business, hoping to get his attention . . . so cliché. Perhaps if you'd ever become more than a secretary . . ."

"And then this comes up. You'll do anything. If this goes off, maybe Daddy will finally loveyou when he knows you had a hand in it and give you the recognition that you so desperately crave."

"Is that why you hate Stacey so much, Paula? Because she has what you never got from your Daddy? You barely hide it, you know. You're so transparent. You can't stand the fact that Dave loves his daughter. You can't stand seeing them together, or seeing how happy she is, how close she is to him, is that right? Just her being here is rubbing your face in what you never had?"

"Like I care about that trashy brat. Total trash, both of them."

"Oh that must bug you," Fred goaded her. "You're from one of the finest families in Raleigh, and here you are working for a stupid redneck hillbilly and his spoiled little daughter."

Paula whipped around to face him. "Fuck you, Fred. Just fuck you. Now, I'm done. I'm leaving. And you can figure out how to finish this yourself."

Fred only laughed. He had no conscience. He'd gotten what he wanted—an emotional rise out of her. It fed his empty heart. And now he knew that he could toss Paula aside like yesterday's newspaper; he had used her, like he had used everyone in his life, except perhaps Dave . . .

+++

Back in Durham, Peggy said to Dave, "Please continue with your story. You were saying you had a daughter. I didn't know that. Were you married?"

"No, never married. And yes, I have a daughter, Stacey. She's 19. She was born . . . let's see . . . right around the time I opened my first shop."

"So how did that happen?" Peggy seemed deeply interested in this part of Dave's story.

"A fluke. It was an old girlfriend—hardly a girlfriend, actually. Just someone I was with for a few weeks. She showed up at my shop one day, six months pregnant, and promptly informed me I was going to be a father, and that I would never see her or the child again."

"So how did you end up with the kid?"

"Six months later, she came to see me again, this time with Stacey in tow. She was obviously in a state. She said she 'couldn't do it.' She' just couldn't do it.' She 'didn't have what it takes to be a mother.' She literally came to my shop with a baby and a bag full of diapers and said 'Here. Take her to a hospital. Put her up for adoption. Do what you need to do. But I can't deal with this.' And, well, from that moment on, I became a father. My life changed. There was no way I was going to give her up."

"And Fred didn't like this?"

"Well the conflict didn't come until a little later. Here I was, just starting my own business, living in a tiny little bachelor pad. What the fuck was I going to do with an infant? I had no choice but to give Stacey to Mama and Daddy to take care of for a while . . . which believe me was the very last thing I wanted to do."

Peggy could see that this part of the story made Dave upset.

"I had to take my child back to that same damned environment—the very one I had worked so hard to get the fuck out of."

"For two years I worked my ass off getting the business off the ground, and I saw Stacey only on weekends. It drove me crazy. I wanted to get her out of there before they did any damage to her. She was all I could think about. Because, Peggy, I fell in love with my daughter. Completely and totally. It hit me like nothing else. I loved being a father. I loved being with her."

"At the end of two years, the business finally seemed to be on its feet. I bought a house. I could afford full-time help. And I was able to bring my daughter here to Raleigh to live with me."

"And that is what truly caused the rift between Fred and I. Stacey became my priority, in every single way. Fred saw it and did not like it. He was strangely angry about it, furious in fact, and resented all the time I spent with her. The money was just starting to roll in, and, I don't know, I think he had other ideas in mind than me being a father."

"I stopped seeing him altogether when Stacey was about five. But to tell you the truth, I didn't think too much about it. I was happy. I settled down—growing my businesses and taking care of my little girl."

+++

Back in Raleigh, Fred was typing away on Dave's computer and occasionally referring to notes. It was quiet.

Stacey had slouched down in the closet, and Janey was lying with her head comfortably cushioned in Stacey's lap. Stacey closed the door just enough that it became completely dark, and immediately Janey texted her: 

How much longer do we have to be here! 

Idk! We can't just walk out!

What the hell is going on? What was that all about? What's he doing? 

Idk but it's more than I thought. I'm sorry . . . we just have to wait

Wait a minute! Listen!

Stacey once again heard the door to Dave's office being opened and someone walk in. She took advantage of Fred's distraction to creak open the closet door just an inch so they could see, though she suspected she knew exactly who it was going to be.

"Hi," Kathy's voice said quietly, for once.

"Oh, come here, babe. What took you so long?"

Kathy giggled. "Just getting ready for you . . ."

Peeking through the door, Stacey could see that Kathy was entering the room wearing a trench coat and high heels. As much as she despised her, she had to admit Kathy was a beautiful woman—curvy and voluptuous, with big turquoise blue eyes and a luscious honey blonde beauty. 

"Mmmm . . . I like . . . but help me do a few things first."

Stacey saw Fred shut down Dave's computer, while Kathy used her keys to get into Dave's massive desk. There were several drawers crammed with files, and she saw Fred take the papers he'd been reading from all night and carefully put them inside. Then they did the same thing with Dave's file cabinets, as Fred pulled more documents from his briefcase.




The Internship Ch. 04



Fred said "Excellent . . . what would we do without you, babe?"

Kathy simpered, while Stacey noticed that she put her keys into the pocket of her trench coat.

"Now come here."

Kathy giggled again.

"Show me what's under there."

Fred was sitting in Dave's chair, turned sideways so the two spies in the closet could see everything. Kathy stood in front of Fred and slowly untied and opened her trench coat. Kathy tossed the coat away in dramatic fashion, and it came to rest only a few inches from the closet door where Stacey and Janey were holed up. 

When they saw what she had on underneath, Janey gasped so loudly Stacey had to elbow her hard in the ribs. Kathy had a phenomenal body, and she was wearing nothing but the sexiest black lace lingerie—her huge breasts were pushed tight together by a half-bra which displayed her dark, hard red nipples, which stood out like succulent cherries; a black lace garter belt clipped into thigh highs, and she wore no panties. Stacey could see the sexiest little patch of blonde hair above her exposed pussy. Her hips were so round and firm, the perfect hourglass shape; her stomach was flat and sexy. Body of a goddess; brain of a loon.

"Oh fuck . . . you are one damned beautiful woman, Kathy," said Fred.

He pulled her towards him so his hands could caress her hips. "So tell me, what was it like fucking Dave? Sucking his cock?" Now that was an image the bisexual Fred could really get into.

"I've already told you this a million times!"

"Tell me again. I want to know."

"It was only a few times, at my house. Yes, I sucked his cock."

"Mmmm I bet it's nice . . . did you deep throat him?"

Kathy sounded irritated. "Why are you always asking me these questions? I sucked him a few times, but mostly we just fucked. Hard and quick. In my bed. . ."

"It must have been a little more than that . . . I think you fell in love with him. . ."

Kathy scoffed. "Hardly."

"Oh yes, you did . . . it's hard not to fall in love with Dave, unless you're Paula . . . So let me guess . . . you fucked the boss a few times, and before you knew it you were dreaming of getting married and having his baby, right?"

Fred had totally figured out Kathy's mindset and motivations. Being the best social climber himself, Kathy was as transparent as glass to him. This gold digger was after one thing and one thing only-a rich husband. If she had to get knocked up to entrap one, this would be no problem for her. She was perfectly willing to be eye candy for any guy who could be her sugar Daddy. Fred was far too clever, however, to get tangled in her web.

"Well, he is single."

"Technically . . . but I'm betting you found out the same thing I did."

"Oh, what's that?" said Kathy.

"That there's only one person that Dave truly loves, and that's Stacey."

"How do you know that?" Kathy, still holding out hope, seemed befuddled and dismayed.

"Trust me, I know," he said with a hard edge to his voice.

Peering through the closet door, Stacey had her eyes fixed on the pocket of Kathy's trench coat, which was only inches away. She was contemplating how to reach in there and get it when she heard Fred say "Come here," to Kathy. "Get down in front of me."

Kathy sat at his feet looking up at him like a child while Fred caressed her face.

"You poor deluded little girl. So now you've transferred all your dreams to me, thinking I'm going to give you everything you want."

Kathy breathed, "Well aren't you, babe?"

"We'll see. You've done very nicely so far. But let's see how well you do sucking my cock."

Stacey saw her phone light up with a text from Janey: OMG!!!

Though Stacey hated both of these people, she could not stop herself from gazing through the closet door. Janey bolted upright and squeezed in tight next to her, and they watched as Fred stood up, and Kathy got down on her knees in front of him. Kathy looked up at Fred and slithered her hands up his incredible thighs to his belt. As she slowly unbuckled it, Fred pulled his shirt off, revealing the most incredible chest—tan, solid muscle, and ripped like a body builder. Stacey could not look away as Kathy got his pants undone and they dropped to the floor. It was like watching two beautiful Greek gods! 

Then Kathy smiled and pulled down Fred's briefs in one move.

Next to her, Janey jumped and let out a gasp that was so loud Stacey was sure they would be caught. But Kathy was so enraptured with Fred's massive cock she didn't hear a thing, nor did Fred, who had his eyes closed. His cock was simply huge. Stacey had never seen anything like it. Impossibly wide around, she thought it must be ten inches of hard, thick throbbing muscle, and it was absolutely beautiful. Despite herself, she felt her nipples hardening as she stared at it!

Kathy moaned, held it, and gently jerked the shaft while saying, "I know how much you like doing it here, in Dave's office."

"Yes," Fred said. "It makes me so fucking hard."

"I can see that . . ."

Stacey felt her friend clutch her arm as they watched Kathy lean in, and hold Fred's monster cock to her mouth. Her lips had to stretch wide open just taking in the head. Fred sighed and moaned. For a few minutes Stacey found herself watching, reluctantly fascinated and turned on as Kathy sucked and licked . . . but then Fred spoke.

"Mmmm, suck it, slut. You know what I like. Suck it like a good little whore."

Stacey pulled back from the door, repulsed. 

"You're a good little whore, aren't you, Kathy?"

Stacey heard Kathy moaning "Mmmmmmm" with her mouth now full of Fred's huge dick.

"Now do as I say! Lick my balls. That's good . . . just like that . . . just like you did to Dave . . . let me hear you moan . . . you are such a good little slut . . . doing anything to please the boss, isn't that right?" 

Fred pulled at her hair and made her look up at him. "Now you're going to suck me for a long time. You have to earnmy cum, like the little slut you are! Keep sucking, harder!"

Stacey pushed Janey out of the way and gently but firmly shut the door; she didn't want to hear anymore. 

But Janey immediately texted her:

Hey, what are you doing? That was hot! 

Stacey almost laughed out loud. Of course Janey would think so. 

It was not. He's a pig.

WHO CARES!? Did you see that cock?

Like I could miss it!

Open the door, I want to see! And besides, I thought you wanted to get the keys?

Shit, I forgot

Stacey opened the door again to the sound of slurping and sucking and moaning. She could not believe what she was seeing. Kathy had more than half of Fred's cock deep, deep in her mouth and was sucking him hard and apparently loving it. She was moaning and gagging at the same time, her eyes closed, and her hands holding and squeezing the shaft and skillfully massaging Fred's balls. She clearly knew what she was doing, and Fred was loving it.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, just like that, suck that cock, suck it deeper!"

Stacey took advantage of their preoccupation and managed to get into Kathy's coat and grab her keys without making a sound. She found the one marked "Master" and easily snuck the remaining back into the coat pocket. There! She felt a rush of triumph!

She saw Janey pouting at her and got another text. 

Thanks a lot! Now what!?

We just have to wait for them to "finish"!

Well you can go sit in the corner. I'm going to watch and . . . hey wait a minute, don't you think we should be taping this?

OMG Janey you're a genius! Why didn't I think of that?

They crept back to the door, opened it a few inches, and, cloaked behind some clothes, aimed their phones at the scene before them.

The nasty, beautiful, lustful pair were so into it Stacey was sure they weren't going to be seen. And as long as Fred wasn't talking, Stacey found herself somewhat aroused, despite herself. That huge blonde cock was simply amazing! It was glistening with saliva and pre-cum, and he was sliding it in and out of Kathy's stretched mouth while he moaned and held her hair. Stacy could not stop herself from picturing Dave's cock and thinking about sucking Daddy just like that! She focused on Kathy, put herself in her shoes, and listened to her moans of pleasure, wishing it was her!

"Oh that's it, babe, just like that, right there! Right there!"

When she saw how much Kathy could get in her mouth and throat she murmured to Janey, "How is that even possible?" Three fourths of his cock was shoved in, and Kathy was taking it all. They heard Fred's moans and gasps getting louder and more frequent, and Stacey could see his cock swelling up and his legs start trembling. Oh my god he was going to come! 

But just as he got close, he pulled out. His cockhead was massively swollen and just dripping leaked cum. The huge helmet head was red and throbbing.

"See that cock! Is it bigger than Dave's cock, Kathy? Did you like sucking it as much as his?" 

"Of course, babe, more!"

"I don't believe it. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Get up and bend over!"

Kathy got up off her knees, wiping her mouth, and slowly bent over Dave's desk. Stacey could not help gasping. That round, tight, defined ass was perfection, and looked so incredible framed by a sexy lace garter belt. Her long shapely legs were clad in sheer black thigh highs, and she stood high up on stiletto heels. Kathy leaned her full breasts down on the desk and stuck her ass high up in the air as she spread her legs wide, and Stacey and Janey got a full view of her soaked blonde pussy. God what a sight! 

"All right babe! Do me! Do me right here, on Dave's desk!" 

Stacey marveled at the depths Kathy would go to please. She almost felt sorry for her.

Kathy had angled her body just enough so their view wasn't blocked when Fred came up behind her. The first thing he did was slap her ass, hard, over and over, while she squealed and giggled and grabbed on to the front of the desk. 

"This is how you get properly fucked, Kathy. Take a lesson." 

He wedged his hips between her legs and aimed his massive, swollen cock to her spread pussy. With no foreplay, he rammed in half his cock hard into her, making Kathy scream loudly—though with pain or pleasure Stacey couldn't tell. Kathy yelled out "Yes, hon, do it! Do it to me!"

With no gentleness, Fred shoved his cock further and further, harder and harder, making Kathy yell and scream with each thrust.

Janey whispered: "She's worse than me!" 

Stacey could not help watching that mammoth cock go in, stretching Kathy open inch by inch. She couldn't believe she could take it all! It was perversely arousing. She forced herself to concentrate on their bodies, and just forget who they were. She watched as that cock slid slowly in, getting more and more lubed with Kathy's wetness. It was obscene! Her pussy was stretched unbelievably, and she seemed to be loving it! Kathy was moaning and screeching—loudly—like a cat in heat, and Stacey couldn't help but wonder if she was faking. 

When he finally got it all in, Kathy let out a loud scream of pleasure, and Stacey suddenly felt a gush of wetness between her legs. She couldn't help it! She whispered to Janey, "I can't believe I'm getting turned on by this!" 

Janey looked at her like she was crazy. "Well, duh!"

It was like watching two lions in heat. Fred began to fuck her hard—brutally and mercilessly, but Kathy seemed to be loving it. She moaned and grunted and pushed back hard on his cock, their ass and thighs slapping together. Stacey could see puddles of wetness on Kathy's thighs, and could smell her juices. 

Fred started speaking to her, saying "This is how you need to get fucked, little girl, hard, like this! I bet Dave didn't fuck you this hard, did he?" 

He plowed and plunged and ravaged her pussy with his enormous cock, over and over, while Kathy turned into some kind of ravenous beast. Her feral yells and moans got higher and higher and more hysterical. She was clearly enjoying it in some sort of primitive way that stunned Stacey. Could this possibly be real? Kathy began to yell out, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" with each hard thrust, in between her strange animal moans.

"Fuck me harder, Fred! Do it! You're so much better than Dave! Much better! Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" 

Every mention of Dave's named seemed to make Fred wild. He fucked Kathy harder and faster, saying, "Tell me more, tell me how Dave fucked you!!"

Stacey could tell they were getting closer and closer . . . she was drawn into it, watching as Kathy's wet pussy get wetter and her moans higher and harder. 

Just then she felt Janey grab her hand, and bring it straight down to her pussy! "Stace," she whispered, "I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!!"

Stacey was shocked, but Janey was holding her hand so tight and hard she couldn't move it. She could feel Janey grinding her clit down on her hand, and just as she felt Janey's pussy explode with wetness, she heard Kathy scream out like a wild banshee, "OH MY FUCKING GOD!!! OH FUCK! OH GOD! OH GOD!" 

Fred roared out, "Take it, bitch! Take that huge fucking cock, take it! Oh YEAH! Come for me, come on my cock, let me feel how you came for Dave!" 

Stacey saw his hips jerking violently against Kathy's, saw his ass clenching tight, and knew he was just about to come. But he pulled out—Fred wasn't stupid enough to come in her unprotected pussy, so Stacey watched, fascinated, as thick streams of milky white cum jetted out of his enormous cock all over Kathy's perfect, tight ass. God there was so much of it! Gobs of Fred's thick white cum splashed on her body as Fred roared and grunted and grasped her hips so tightly he left deep red marks on her skin.

Stacey couldn't help herself! She reached her hand quickly down into her panties and rubbed her clit, so turned on. 

As Fred lay panting on Kathy's back, Stacey quietly closed the door. Janey was breathing heavily next to her. 

"Oh my god, Stace, oh my god, I have never seen anything like that!"

Stacey smiled weakly and held up her phone. "Well, now you can see it anytime."

Outside, they could hear talking. 

Kathy was moaning, "Oh, god, baby that was hot! I love doing it in here."

Fred said "Fuck, yeah babe. I think you woke the dead that time."

Kathy giggled. "In my sorority, at NCU, I was kind of known as the screamer."

"Yeah? How many of those hot frat boys did you fuck?"

She simpered coyly, "I don't know . . . but I've never fucked anyone as amazing as you!"

"Yeah, thanks, babe, I think we need to go." 

"Honey! Can't we cuddle for a few minutes? You never want to cuddle."

Fred said dumbly, "Why?"

"Oh, forget it!" said Kathy, used to Fred's post-coital coldness.

"Don't be that way. You've been a huge help, and when the time comes, you'll be well rewarded."

"With more of that big cock, I hope."

"Sure, babe. Let's go."

+++

In Durham, Dave was wrapping up his evening with Peggy.

"Well!" Peggy said. "This has been most illuminating. This is just the kind of thing that would have to come out in depositions, if this ever went to trial."

"But what have I really told you?"

"You've given a motive."

"I have?"

"Yes, isn't it obvious?"

"Oh, but that's not enough, is it? What are you saying, was Fred . . . in love with me or something? That's crazy! And why would he hold a grudge for that long? Get revenge years later?"

"Dave, listen to what you told me. Think about how much your daughter changed your life."

"Yes . . ."

"Then you should be the last person to underestimate what people are willing to do for love."

"This is fucking crazy. . ."

"There's one more thing."

"What?"

Peggy reached out and touched Dave's hand and held it. 

"I had a child when I was 16. My son, Todd, and I had to rely on relatives to help me raise him for years, just like you. So believe me, I know, Dave, exactly where you're coming from. And I appreciate you sharing this all with me. You are a fascinating man . . . if circumstances were different, I would really love to get to know you better . . ."

Dave smiled. He'd formed a very unusual connection with this woman. He hadn't talked this much about himself in years, to anyone, and he'd told her some things he'd never told to anyone else, not even his daughter. He held her hand and squeezed it.

"Thank you, Peggy. I feel like you understand me."

She squeezed his hand back, "Oh, I do, David Wilson, I do. Probably more than you know."

+++

When Stacey got home that night, after such a long day, filled with so many scenes that were still running around her head, she showered and got under the covers of Dave's bed, snuggling down into his smells and imagining he was there. But she couldn't sleep. Her mind was reeling trying to process everything she'd seen and heard that night.

Above all, she realized that this went much deeper than a simple case of embezzlement—in more ways than one. Clearly there was some bigger conspiracy afoot. What the hell was "SAS?" She'd have to look that up. Who were "they" and what did "they" want? Fred had alluded to Paula's father . . . that he "knew what was going on." He'd said "this would all be over in a few weeks." Whatwould be over? 

But even more astonishing to Stacey were the personal passions roiling around her father! This was not just about money! It was about jealousy, love, desire, and rage. . . all directed towards Dave—and her!

And Kathy and Fred! Obsessed with Dave, and with his cock! With how Daddy fucked! Hmmmm . . . Stacey wondered how many people wanted his cock, thought about it, lusted after it . . .

She curled her knees up to her chest, so excited, anticipating the sex she knew she was going to have when he came home. It made her tremble, because he was so unpredictable. She never knew what was going to happen or what they would end up doing—usually things that made them both blush in each other's presence the next morning. 

She moved her hands down to her breasts, thinking "What would tomorrow hold?"

In her mind she was thinking of Dave, but she also could not get the picture of Fred's huge cock slamming into Kathy's soaking wet pussy out of her head! Or Kathy's pretty mouth, stuffed full of cock, moaning and sucking . . . mmmmmm. . . she couldn't wait to do that to Daddy! Her hands traveled down between her legs and found her throbbing, sensitive clit. She snuggled down into Dave's bed, inhaling his musky scents, thinking about his tongue circling and sucking her clit as she rubbed it in slow circles. She spread her legs wide, as wide as they could go, imagining Dave holding them apart for her . . . 

Stacey's breathing got heavy and harsh as she rubbed and played and toyed with her pussy . . . her mind full of Dave but also Kathy's wild female cries and yelps. My goodness, they made her wet! What a juicy woman! Maybe she could do that for Daddy. 

Mmmmmm . . . she was so close to coming. Circling and rubbing her clit, her body on fire, she pushed and pulled her breasts thinking about Dave's mouth and hands. She couldn't wait for him to get back! Thinking of the moment she could take his big thick hard throbbing cock in her mouth, she flipped over on all fours, and reached back to get at her clit from a different angle, where she could rub it sharper and harder, back and forth. She moaned into the pillow, smelling Dave and missing him, her hips fucking backwards onto her hand, her whole body rocking back and forth harder and harder. 

Stacey groaned loudly as she started to come. A powerful orgasm spread out from her hand and took over her body, making her hips and legs violently shudder and spasm, and a painful long moan issue from her throat. "Oh God, Daddy!!" Stacey whispered into the bed, thinking about him, missing him, wishing he could see her now!

+++

As Stacey was coming, thinking sweet dreams of Daddy, Dave was up in Durham, smoking on the balcony of his hotel, in a more depressed frame of mind. He always got depressed when "Mama and Daddy" came into his head.




The Internship Ch. 04



He'd told Peggy a little, but only a very little, of his past—his childhood growing up in that backwater shithole. Oh how he hated it.

It wasn't the poverty—the grinding, day-to-day poverty. That was the least of it! No, it was the dysfunction of that twisted family—his Daddy's drunken whippings, the yelling, the abuse, the lack of love, and the Bible-thumping every minute of the day. He'd been out of it for nearly 30 years, but it still had the power to make him feel insecure and claustrophobic, like any minute he could be drawn right back into that hell. 

Damn it he wanted to be home. With his daughter. In her arms. Holding her, smelling her, loving her. He yearned like never before for the taste of her love and her body . . . there was nothing so good and so sweet on this earth. . .

+++

The next day, as Dave completed his last day on the road, Stacey stayed home from work with her files. She was finding out some very interesting things. Around noon she called Joyce.

"Hi, how are things there?"

"Ohhhhh, honey! Things are great."

"Really?"

"Well Fred's not here. He called in 'sick,' so I've been at his work station all day. And I have found some things,girl! He's not half as smart as he thinks he is!"

"Joyce, you will not believe what I found out last night!"

After Stacey had filled in the story, Joyce sounded extremely worried.

"That's not good. That is not good at all. It confirms something . . . I think I've found out . . . but that would make it so dangerous for Dave!"

"What are you talking about!"

"Look, I can't go into it all now, but tell your father, when you see him, we need to schedule a powwow for first thing Monday morning! And tell him to immediately change the locks on his office and his passwords. He is in deep, deep trouble!"

"All right, I will!"

"Oh, and Josh was around, asking about you. Something about drinks tonight?"

"Oh darn, I forgot. Would you tell him I'm sorry? Next week, maybe? Daddy's coming home tonight."

Joyce smiled to herself. Wouldn't she like to be a fly on the wall for thatreunion.

"Sure, honey. In fact, maybe I'll take your place. I have some free time, and Josh is damned cute . . ."

Stacey laughed. "Have fun, I'll speak to you soon."

After talking to Joyce, Stacey decided she'd had enough work, and went to her bedroom to change. She thought she'd lie out by the pool and relax. She tied her thick brown hair up in a knot on top of her head and put on her favorite swimsuit—a tiny, very revealing green bikini. The bottom had just the smallest patches over her crotch and the crack of her ass, and tied on the sides with little bows. The top was comprised of just two small triangles nowhere nearly covering her breasts, and it also tied with sexy little strings, but she didn't care—she'd only be in her own back yard. And only Daddy would be the one to see her if he came home early. 

It was very sunny but not too hot—perfect for tanning!

Stacey was smiling to herself as she rubbed suntan oil all over her body, lost in delicious thoughts of Dave coming home, and she did not hear, at first, a car door slamming and footsteps approaching the house. She had her eyes closed and her hands were slathering oil all over her breasts and chest when she finally heard the doorbell.

She went to the door and looked out, and found herself looking into the blue eyes of Preston Blackwell, Dave's arch enemy. He was swirling some sort of fucking cocktail in an old-fashioned glass. He was standing there with the lazy entitled stance of a Southern preppy asshole with the clothes to match—white linen trousers, boat shoes, and a pink polo shirt. He was Dave's age—handsome, arrogant, and wealthy, and he thought he owned this town.

She opened the door. "What do you want?"

Stacey wasn't paying attention to that fact that her bikini top was slipping, and her shiny, slippery breasts where spilling out, until she noticed Preston gaping openly at her chest. She covered herself with one hand and glared at him while she quickly fixed it.

Preston took her in disarray and for all his cool arrogance, found it hard to stop genuine admiration from appearing in his eyes. Jesus Christ she was something. Beautiful. Smart. And so hot. His eyes took in Stacey's delicate, petite frame, her wide hips, her luscious tits, and beautiful green eyes, and not only did he get instantly hard, he felt a yearning for her that was very strange to him. 

Stacey glared at him. He was slightly drunk, she could tell! And he was looking at her like . . . he wanted to eat her up! Like she was the most delicious morsel. 

"What the hell do you want?" she snapped. "Who said you could come here?"

Preston found himself dropping his snobby demeanor when he talked to Dave's daughter. He couldn't help it.

"I'm sorry to bother you, Stacey. I was looking for Dave. It's very important that I talk to him."

"Well Daddy's not here! What do you want with him?"

Preston took in the information that Dave was not home, that Stacey was all alone, and it made him ache. Jesus, he must really be drunk. This girl had such an effect on him up close. He'd known she was hot, but there was something else . . . he was so drawn to her. He wanted to stay with her. He wanted to sit down next to her and never leave her! Why had he come here, exactly?

"I was on my way back from the country club. Just thought I'd drop by. Tell Dave . . . that offer's still open."

Preston could not tear his eyes away from Stacey's body as he tried to gain some control over himself.

"And, little girl . . . tell your Daddythat it might not be wise to let his 'interns' snoop into things that don't concern them. It might not be good for business."

Preston turned on his heels and left, tossing the rest of his drink in the grass. He got behind the wheel of his SUV. Driving back to his townhouse—inside the beltline, of course--his cock was still achingly hard, and throbbed even harder every time he replayed Stacey saying "Daddy" in his head. . .

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Dave pulled into his driveway around 11:30 PM. Like Stacey and like Joyce, he too had found some interesting information on his little scouting trip. According to some of his managers, business was booming, especially recently. When he found out how much, he was shocked. It hadn't been showing up on his end of things! That money was disappearing, for sure. 

But he put this out of his mind as he pulled in. He put everything out of his mind except one thing. He was home with his angel; Daddy's little girl!

He dropped his things by the door and called out, "Stacey?" He was already hard. Oh fuck he wanted to feel her. But she didn't answer. 

He went upstairs and found Stacey peacefully napping on her own bed in sweats and a t-shirt. God she looked beautiful! Once again he felt all his stress and anxiety drain out of him at the mere sight of her. He sat down gently on the bed and leaned over her face, touching her cheek. 

"Hey, baby . . ."

Stacey stirred as a wonderful warmth pulled her out of sleep. She felt strong hands on her face and slowly opened her eyes to Dave's smiling face. She gazed up at him. "Hello. . ."

"Hi there . . ." 

"I missed you . . ."

"I know, baby girl, I know . . ." Dave leaned in and kissed her lightly on the lips, "Daddy missed you, too . . . Shhh . . . go back to sleep . . . I'm going to unpack. So happy to see you."

Stacey smiled, turning the full brilliance of her loving, trusting eyes on him. They were back in their magic circle, which was so wonderful and perfect.

"I'm awake."

"Mmmmm . . . yeah?"

"Yes, and I have so much to tell you about work—" 

Dave instantly put his finger on her mouth. "Shhh . . . none of that. Not tonight."

Stacey smiled. "Ok . . ."

"So listen," Dave said, as his hands slid down to Stacey's breasts. "I was thinking of taking a little swim in the pool in a bit." His fingers found her nipples and rubbed them softly. "You want to come?"

Stacey pushed her breasts into his hands, and said "What do you think. . .?"

He kissed her again. "Just a few minutes then . . ."

Stacey changed into her green bikini, and went down to the pool. It was another warm, soft Southern night and the moon was out. It was beautiful. She lay on a deck chair, her body humming with erotic anticipation, waiting for Dave. 

He came down a few minutes later wearing swim trunks, and smiled at Stacey as he stood at the edge of the tiled steps leading into the pool. He held out a hand. "Come here. Come to me, baby girl."

He watched her swaying hips and her bouncing breasts as she walked towards him, and as soon as she was near scooped her up, laughing, in his arms and held her in front of him with one arm under her knees and the other under her neck. He carried her easily in his strong arms as he walked into the cool water; Stacey held her arms around his neck and gazed adoringly at the man she loved with all her heart. Dave smiled at her as he took her deeper into the water, and gently twirled around in a big circle, dipping her hair and body just under the surface. "Remember how we used to do this, baby? Just like this?"

Stacey smiled. Of course she remembered—he'd carry her into the pool and spin slowly in the water, over and over, holding her and making her laugh. "Yes," she said, "It was my favorite."

Dave took her into chest high water, holding her, looking into her eyes, and a powerful wave of love came over him. It was as if he could see her once again small in his arms and he felt a sudden resurgence of the anxiety that had been plaguing him on his trip. He took her over to the side of the pool, so she was facing him as his arms surrounded her and he held onto the edge. He took one hand and traced her cheek, her face, her hair, looking deeply into her eyes.

"Tell me the truth, Stacey baby . . ."

"What?" she breathed, puzzled about his sudden seriousness. 

"Was I a good father? Was I a good father to you, honey?" He was thinking about all the things he'd told Peggy, and all the things Stacey did not know about her childhood—the nightmare of having his trashy parents care for her, the mother who abandoned her. 

At first Stacey wanted to laugh, the question was so absurd. But she could tell from his face he was bothered, and absolutely serious. 

Stacey felt a flash of anger, as she contemplated his tenderness and his total devotion to her, and compared it to the people who were threatening him and all the things she'd seen. Her friends, constantly teasing her about him, and the "grown-ups" Fred, Paula, Kathy, Preston not much different. What did they know about who he really was! It made her heart ache, and she spoke right from her heart. 

She took his face in her hands, and kissed his lips.

"Yes," she said firmly, "Yes, David Wilson, you were. You are. I couldn't have dreamed of better."

Stacey leaned her forehead against his. "Is that why I love you so much?"

"Why, baby?" Dave answered her. 

"Because of how much you loved me?"

Dave took one of her hands and kissed the palm. "No, no, no, baby girl, it's the other way around."

"What do you mean?"

"Oh baby, it's all because of you and your sweet love, from the very beginning."

Stacey couldn't help throwing her arms around his shoulders, her heart nearly bursting. She held him tight, loving him, as he caressed her and squeezed her to him. And before either of them realized it, they were kissing, their intimate moment igniting like a violent spark the passionate lust they felt for each other. Dave crushed his mouth against hers, opened her mouth wide, tasting her tongue, and her warm wet lips so sweet and tender under his. 

Stacey clutched him frantically to her. She gasped, "Oh Daddy!"

She whispered in his ear, "Lots of Daddies love their little girls . . . but not all of them have this,do they?" Stacey was pressing her breasts into his chest, and her hips into Dave's now raging hard penis. 

"No, baby girl, they don't," Dave said, as he kissed and tasted and licked her neck.

"Do you know why?" Stacey breathed, as she reached down into the warm water and grasped Dave's cock and brought it to her crotch, tight against her swimsuit, and pushed hard against it.

Dave turned Stacey around so she was facing away from him, and his strong arms pinned her against the pool wall. "Mmmmm . . . my sweet baby girl . . . because it's wrong"he whispered, as he nuzzled and kissed her neck. 

Stacey moaned at the word and his voice. Oh, it was so wrong!

She melted into Dave's slow hot kissing, the heat and need in her body rising, and the thought went through her mind: "If all these people were jealous of them now, what would they think if they knew the truth?! That she and Daddy liked to fuck, and didn't care! That they were lovers and mates! What would they do!?"

The thought that they were screwing each other right underneath the nose of society, and cheating on all the people who thought they knew them inexplicably turned her on, so powerfully! 

It made Stacey want to embrace their naughty, wicked incest more than she already had—completely and totally.

She pushed her ass back into Dave's cock, wiggled it, and cooed "Ooooh, Daddy, what's that?"

Dave smiled at her voice, recognizing that she wanted to play. "That's my cock, baby girl . . ."

"Your cock, Daddy?"

"Yes, baby girl, Daddy's cock . . ."

"What are you going to do with it, Daddy!"

"I'm going to fuck you, baby. . . "

"Oh!"

"Yes! Don't you know? Isn't that why you wore your sexy bikini? Because you knew it would turn your Daddy on?"

"My bikini, Daddy? Don't you like it?"

Stacey smiled remembering the way Preston had ogled her body. What would he say if he were here now? 

Dave was now running his hands up and down her hips as he stood on the pool floor. "Oh, I love it, baby girl . . . but I think it needs to come off, don't you?"

"I don't know," said Stacey, biting her lip. "Are you sure?"

"Yes, baby girl, but first . . . let me take my swimsuit off, so I can feel you better."

Dave reached down and slid his briefs off, liberating his throbbing cock, which was so hard it sprang out from his body at a near 90 degree angle. He moaned as he felt the cool water on the sensitive skin. Oh god did he need this! 

"There we go, baby . . . you feel that?" He was pushing his cock in between her thighs, up against her mound. Stacey moaned and joined in his rhythm, grinding down on his hardness. 

"Yes, Daddy. But . . ."

"What is it, baby girl?"

"I think you do need to take my bottoms off."

"I will, baby . . . but I want to see your beautiful breasts first . . ."

Dave pulled at the strings at Stacey's neck and then her back, slowly liberating her gorgeous, heaving breasts which he loved so much. He put his hands on them, squeezing them, hearing her gasp with pleasure. Her breasts in the water looked so gorgeous; the pink nipples so hard and puckered. 

"Let's turn you around."

Stacey turned to face him and moaned as Dave crushed her breasts together, amazed at how sexy they looked in the moonlight, with drops of water on the chilled flesh. He leaned down and licked every drop before taking her nipples in his mouth. "Oh, you taste so good, honey . . ." he moaned. "Daddy loves your hot young tits." He fed on her for several minutes, sucking hard on her erect nipples, drawing them deep into his mouth and flicking his tongue back and forth across the tips. 

"Mmmmm . . . Daddy! What are you doing! That feels so good!" Stacey whispered. 

"Relax, baby girl . . . " Dave let out a long sexy moan as he licked her nipples, "I want to get you nice and wet before I fuck you . . ."

"Is that what this is?" she said, grinding her pussy down on his cock, while she straddled him and he warmed her hard nipples with his tongue. "Is that what I feel down here?" 

"Mmmm, yes, it means you want Daddy to put his cock inside you. . ."

Stacey whispered, "It feels so good!"

"Does it, baby?"

"Yes, but please take my bottoms off, now."

"Turn back around, honey." Stacey kept her hands against the pool wall and her legs firmly on the floor, slightly spread, and lifted her ass and hips high, thrusting her perfect ass towards Dave. He spent some time stroking and caressing her beautiful body, before he slowly and teasingly untied each string and removed her bikini bottom. When he had pulled it off, they were both finally completely nude in the water. Oh it felt so good!

Dave moaned as he held her to him, as the water swirled around them and caressed their bodies. He said, "Come with me, come here . . ."

He led her out towards deeper water, gliding and floating while holding her hand. They were naked together, facing each other. He felt born again, and the night was so beautiful.

His desire for her made his cock curve upwards like a stinger, so hard, demanding to be inside her body. He took her small waist by one hand and drew her to him, and hooked her legs around his waist. Stacey steadied herself by holding his shoulders and kept her eyes on his. They were slowly circling and floating. They leaned in and kissed softly, tenderly, their "game" now forgotten. Stacey was gazing at him seriously when she said "I love you, Daddy." Dave kissed her again and again and said "I love you, too, baby" while reaching down to grab hold of his cock and direct it towards her beautiful pink slit.

He drew her down onto him, slowly and firmly. It had been so long—or at least, felt like it had been so long—that it was like he was entering her for the first time. 

Stacey tried to keep her eyes open and focused on him, but the pleasure she felt when he pushed up inside her was so great she had to close them, wanting to savor it, concentrate on it, and shut out everything but the delicious feelings gathering in her body. Her wet pussy welcomed her Daddy back with delirious pleasure. He slid in in one smooth, perfect movement, parting her walls, thrusting up into her belly until he was fully inside and the head of his cock was pushing up full and hard against the back of her womb. He got in so deep from this angle. It was heavenly bliss! Both Daddy and daughter groaned with the amazing sensations, needing and wanting it so badly from each other.

Stacey looked down and saw her thighs tight against his, and realized he was completely inside her, that Dave Wilson's thick hard cock was buried to the hilt in her body! The thought alone almost made her orgasm. Their incest had never seemed so deliciously satisfying. She moaned loudly and squeezed his cock as best she could with her vagina, squeezed and squeezed to let him feel how much she loved it!

With the water supporting them, they fell into an undulating rhythm. Stacey gyrated her hips towards his, riding him gently, while he barely pushed up into her and they continued to kiss. They were spinning in a slow circle.

Dave whispered, "My cock's inside you now, little girl."

Stacey whispered back, "Yes, Daddy, I feel it! I . . . want it!"

They were barely fucking; they were simply enjoying the feeling of Dave throbbing so full and hard inside her warm body. He seemed to grow thicker and fuller with each moment. Stacey stared at him in wonder, feeling the beginnings of a slow, intense orgasm forming in her belly, even though he wasn't thrusting up hard into her. She couldn't tell if the pleasure was coming from her body or her mind—from loving him as much as she did! She gasped as it began to grow stronger and stronger and moaned, "Oh Daddy, I think I'm going to come!"

"Oh fuck!" Dave hissed out, she was so sexy! His sexy little baby! Her words made his cock swell up harder and the pressure build in his balls. 

His cock throbbed to her beauty and her moans, and swelled harder and harder with the feel of her orgasm building and building around his erect member. His heart swelled with love and desire.




The Internship Ch. 05



Author's Note: This is the second to last chapter in this series. When I began I had absolutely no idea the first story would evolve into this tale. Your kind comments, feedback and suggestions had a lot to do with that (both good and bad). I can honestly say they made a huge difference, so thank you and please keep them coming! And stay tuned for the lust-filled conclusion on Emerald Isle...

As usual, all characters engaged in sexual activity are over 18.

*****

Lying in bed together in the morning, Dave was fuming from the discovery that Stacey had put herself in danger staking out his office at night. He clenched his teeth together and said, "Tell me what's been going on."

"Of course, I'll tell you everything, but there's one thing I want to say first," Stacey said. "I can help you. And you need my help. So stop patronizing me and telling me not to worry my 'pretty little head' about it. Something bad is going on."

"Fine, as long as you promise me not to do something so stupid again."

"I promise. And, um... "

Stacey leaned in and kissed him. "You know I'll always be your little girl... especially when we... um..." She blushed a little bit.

"When we...?" Dave smiled.

"Well I don't want that to change!" she said anxiously.

Dave laughed. "It won't, baby girl. Go ahead."

Stacey launched into her story: the billing anomalies she was discovering in accounting; fake receipts and suspicious suppliers; the relationship between Fred and Kathy; the activity in Dave's office at night; Paula's father; all the things she'd overheard about "SAS" and the "people" who knew what was going on; the stolen key; and lastly Joyce's warning that Dave had to protect himself immediately. 

Dave listened to all of it, astounded at how much she knew, with ideas swirling through his head; the first thing that caught his attention was Fred's comment about this "all being over in a few weeks." Stacey mentioned hearing that twice. 

He got up and paced in his room, thinking, finally saying "Well, that has to be what he means."

"WHAT?!" said Stacey.

Dave sat next to her. "You remember how I told you I had a surprise for you when I got back?"

"Oh yes!" she said excitedly. 

"Well the 'surprise,' baby girl, is that I was going to take you to Emerald Isle. How does that sound?"

"Oh!" Stacey gasped with delight. Emerald Isle was a beautiful resort in the outer banks in the southern part of the state, full of gorgeous beaches and amazing sunsets and cute little beach houses. She and Dave had occasionally vacationed there and it was her absolute favorite place on earth. She said, "I love how that sounds! When? But what does this have to do with what's going on?"

"It has everything to do with it. We wouldn't be going down just for a vacation. It's also work related. There happens to be a big business retreat down there in two weeks—one of those 'let's pat each other on the back' and wheel and deal kind of things I've always avoided like the plague. Well I was going to go this time because, depending on how it goes, I could sign the papers right then and there, franchising my name and my businesses." 

"Oh!" said Stacey. 

"This is a big deal, Stace. A big, big deal. I've been in some talks, there are a few things to work out, but I was supposed to be meeting there in two weeks with the representatives from the auto companies I work with—Porsche, Volvo, Mercedes, they're all going to be there. That's why I thought I could take you along and we could make a trip out of it."

"And you think that's what this is about, somehow?"

"It makes sense. That's when the deal's supposed to go down. These kinds of 'conventions' are always full of shady dealings. And anyone who is anyone in the Raleigh business world is going to be there."

"So you think this is what they meant by it all being over in a few weeks—that something's going to happen at the convention."

"Or before. It makes sense. I can't think of anything else it could be."

Dave got up and started pacing again, muttering to himself. Stacey heard him say "fucking bastard" about three times. Finally he stopped in front of her.

"Right. I need to go to the office, right now, and make some phone calls. You coming, super sleuth?"

"Yes! Just let me get my files!"

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On the way there Dave called a locksmith, and Carlos, asking if he would mind coming in on a Saturday. 

Dave was talking as they drove. "I'm getting the picture, I think. This has to be about this deal. It has to be. Fucking things up so I can't sign those contracts."

"What do you mean?"

"Honey, these companies are looking very carefully at how I run things. If they knew I can't even manage a simple cash flow, or control my employees... they're not big risk-takers, these people. If even a hint of a scandal is hanging over my name, it could blow everything. SHIT, that asshole! Why didn't I see this coming?"

Stacey noticed him gunning the motor and clutching the wheel, obviously very pissed off.

"Would that be so bad?"

"Well it wouldn't ruin me, but... it is everything I've worked my whole life for! It's not about the money, although there'd be plenty of that... it's about the recognition and my name and... "

Dave didn't quite have the word for what he was feeling. He could only say vaguely, "... freedom... of some kind... I'd be free."

"Free?" Stacey asked, curious. 

Dave took his eyes off the road for a second to touch her face. "Yes, baby girl... free."

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In the empty office building, they parted—Stacey to go rummage around Fred's desk, and Dave to see to securing his office. 

Stacey sat down at Fred's huge, impersonal oak desk with trepidation, not really expecting to find anything. She opened drawer after drawer. It was mostly files... hundreds of bland, boring files. What the hell was she going to do with this? 

After an hour of looking, something caught her eye—the name, "Southeast Prime Auto Parts," printed on the tab of a folder. That name! It was one of the suppliers she'd noticed. Odd that this file would be here. It was sandwiched between a number of similar files that all seemed to have to do with auto parts. Tools, tires, anything you'd find in a garage. Odd that the CFO would be interested in such technical things. 

She decided she'd Xerox the Southeast file, and write down the names of all the other companies in the same little section of files. Hmmm... if she hadn't poured over those tax returns or had those accountants look things up for her, she never would have noticed.

Stacey observed that Fred had no personal items of any sort on or in his desk. No photos, mementos, not even mints or a few pennies. It was antiseptically clean. She had just about given up when, running her hands deep inside every drawer, she felt something. It was an envelope, taped to the top. She pulled at it, and brought it out to look at it, and saw the tiny little corner of a photo sticking out. At last something interesting!

She pulled it out. Inside were several photos, and a letter. When she took the photos out, she gasped. It was Dave. Several pictures—some of him alone, some smiling shoulder to shoulder with Fred. They must be 20 years old. She smiled in turn seeing her father at such a young age. He certainly was handsome back then, but nothing compared to Fred's blonde beauty. Fred looked totally different! Much less of an unfriendly asshole. There was warmth and happiness in his face as he posed with Dave proudly in front of Dave's first shop. She barely would have guessed it was him.

Then she pulled out the letter. It was a formal business letter with the heading "Statistics Analysis Systems, SAS" at the top in engraved script. She looked it over:

To: Frederick Hayes, Financial Account, SAS

From: Bradley Broughton, V.P. of Finance, SAS

Re: Separation Agreement

Dear Mr. Hayes:

Regarding your immediate separation from SAS, effective July 1, 1999, senior management has declined a severance package, vacation pay, back wages, or extended health benefits. Your employment ends immediately and effectively as of this date, for the reasons listed below. By signing this letter, you admit to these actions and take full responsibility as the injuring party. In return, SAS relinquishes all rights to pursue legal action against you.

Item #1...

As Stacey read the rest of the letter, at first her jaw dropped, and then she covered her open mouth with her hand. Oh my god, she said silently to herself. Oh! You dumb shit! She was ecstatic and felt like jumping up and down.

Then she took the letter to the Xerox machine, made a copy, and carefully placed the envelope back in the desk just as she found it. 

She zoomed up to the third floor, and found Dave just finishing up with the locksmith. After he'd left they closed the door.

Stacey faced Dave with her green eyes sparkling and a look of mischief on her face. 

"What?" said Dave, knowing something was up.

"Daddy, you said you lost track of Fred, and when he showed up years later he was 'out of work.' Do you know why?"

Dave thought about it. "Ah... let me think. You know, he showed up at one of my dealerships one day out of the blue. I asked him how it was going...if he was still at SAS. As I recall he said No... they'd let him go. Downsizing or some shit like that. It was right around the time the economy was going south and a lot of people were out of work, so I just assumed it was all part of that. Why?"

Stacey smiled, and put her arms around him and moved her hips closer.

"Daddy, I want something."

"Oh," said Dave, immediately picking up on the suggestiveness in her voice. "What's that?" 

"I want to go out to dinner tonight. Some place really nice, so I can get all dressed up. What about the country club?"

Dave put his arms around her waist. "All right..."

Stacey leaned in and whispered, "Remember what happened last time we went out to dinner...?"

"Mmmmm..." Dave smiled, getting hard at the memory. "Of course, baby girl..."

"I think tonight would be a good night to celebrate again."

"Oh yeah? What's going on down there? Have you found something?"

"Yes, and I'll tell you all about it, tonight."

"Hmmmm," Dave said, intrigued by her seductive manner.

Stacey reached down and caressed the front of his jeans, and pushed her breasts into his chest, smiling. 

"Kiss me, Daddy..."

Oh, Dave was not going to say no. He drew Stacey into his arms and opened her mouth with his and found her playful tongue. What a nice break from all this. 

Stacey kissed him back hard, sucking his tongue into her mouth and holding the back of his head. They were moving towards the couch when suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Shit. Carlos. I asked him to come."

"Okay," said Stacey. "I've got more things to do downstairs, anyway."

She went to open the door. Cute Carlos broke into a big grin. "Hi Stacey! I didn't know you'd be here."

"Hi, yes, just doing some things with Daddy."

"Right." He didn't move, just stood looking and smiling at her. 

"Ok, well... I'll let you and Daddy do your thing." She gave him an affectionate squeeze on his arms as she slid past. 

Throughout the day, Stacey spent her time Xeroxing files from Fred's desk and bringing them down to Accounting, while Carlos worked on Dave's computer trying to track the user activity and Dave poured through the files in his office, trying to find the "planted" material. Late in the afternoon, they decided to call it a day. 

Driving home, Stacey kept her hands on Dave's thigh, while he fumed. Damn it this was frustrating. He'd poured over his file cabinets and desk but he was damned if he could find anything out of place. How was he to know what had been planted or tampered with? 

Stacey asked him, "What about Carlos? Did he find anything?"

"Oh, not much. He said someone's been into my bank accounts, but he couldn't say much more. He can only follow the trail so far. Fuck, Stacey. I hope Joyce has some good news on Monday."

"Well see how you feel after tonight. You might be surprised."

Stacey rubbed his thigh, letting her hand creep upwards as he drove. Working all day, and the thrill of her discovery, had made her very horny and eager to be with him. And she loved the idea of cheering up Daddy when he was down. 

As soon as they got in the door, she turned and kissed him hard, gluing her body to his and wrapping one leg around his hip. Dave couldn't help laughing.

"What's gotten into you, baby girl?" 

Stacey half-led and half-pushed him to the couch; when he was sitting down she straddled him and wrapped her arms around his neck. 

"Here's what's going to happen tonight."

"Oh yeah?" said Dave, amused.

"I'm going to get all dolled up looking hot and sexy for you, you're going to take me out to a nice place and show me off to all those asshole colleagues of yours, I'll tell you all about some of my 'discoveries,' and then you're going to come back here and love me."

Dave groaned and felt himself getting hard as Stacey licked his neck and whispered.

"I want you to fuck me tonight, Daddy... will you?"

Dave ran his hands down her hips to her ass and squeezed her tight onto his hard cock, which was now throbbing through his jeans.

"What do you think?" he said, echoing Stacey from the night before.

They smiled at each other, amused and delighted that they could slip so easily into these lustful plans after their intimate, tender night. Closer than ever, they knew they could give in to whatever their natures demanded, whatever sexual mood or whim struck them. Dave caught Stacey's playful horniness and loved it. It was just what he needed! 

+++

A few hours later, they walked in to one of the most exclusive restaurants in town, on the grounds of the most elite country club. While Dave was despised by most of the "Old Money" of Raleigh, he did have some business friends on his side of the class divide. He called in a favor to one of them and managed to get a reservation for tonight. 

The minute they entered the packed dining room, Dave's attention was brought to a large round table in the center of the room. Fuck, if that wasn't a sight: Preston Blackwell, his father, Roderick "Roddy" Blackwell, Paula's father Brad Broughton, and several more from Raleigh's oldest and wealthiest clans—he saw a York, a Pope, a Winston—mixed in with corporate bigwigs, some he recognized and some he didn't. A powerful little circle, to say the least. 

Next to Dave was Stacey, looking more beautiful than ever. She had put on one of her short, floaty little dresses, this time in black. She wore strappy sandals on bare, tan feet with adorable red painted toenails. The low scooped neck of her dress squeezed her cleavage nicely together. A tiny, sexy little ribbon interlaced around the edge; it seemed like the most distracting invitation to just tug at it and liberate her lush, creamy breasts. She had tied the front of her hair back in cute little braids while the rest of her gorgeous brown hair cascaded down her back and tendrils framed her face. 

Dave kept one hand on her lower back as he steered her to their table; he couldn't help but notice the eyes of so many men staring at her, including Preston, who seemed paralyzed, a forkful of appetizer halted in front of his face as he looked at Stacey.

As they walked by, Dave slowed down. He did know most of these men, after all. He noticed that several of them had a startled look on their faces.

He stopped and nodded curtly. "Gentlemen."

Brad Broughton was the first to speak. "Dave. Don't believe I've ever seen you here before."

"No, I don't make a habit of it... Enjoying your evening?"

"Ah, yes, we were just discussing the Emerald Isle retreat. But I'm sure that wouldn't interest you—skipping it again this year?"

Dave watched their faces closely as he answered. "Actually, I think I will be there this year. Well, Stacey and I..."

He could swear he saw looks of concern pass over some faces.

"You, Dave? Since when?"

Dave put his arm around Stacey's waist. "Well, I thought I'd treat my daughter to a little vacation. And since we're going to be there anyway, why not mix business with pleasure? I guess I'll be seeing you there then. Enjoy your dinner, gentlemen."

As he and Stacey sat down further away, outside

on the patio, Dave knew without a doubt that something was up from the way they'd looked at him, and continued to whisper and glance in his direction. He was more convinced than ever that he was right about his suspicions. Those fuckheads. But how exactly was this all connected to Fred's shenanigans? 

Stacey whispered. "Did you see how some of them looked at you? I don't think they expected to hear you were going to that retreat thingy."

Dave laughed. "No, I expect they did not."

"Hmmm..." Stacey thought. "Who was the man you spoke to?"

"That, darling, was Brad Broughton, Paula's father."

"Ah!!" she thought, remembering Fred's goading of Paula... "Doesn't your Daddy still work at SAS?" "I know that guys there are aware of what's going on." "Maybe he'll finally love you when he realized you've had a hand in it."What an instructive night of eavesdropping that had been!

"Who are those other guys?"

"Well you know Preston..."

Stacey grimaced. She still hadn't told Dave about Preston's little visit to her. "Yes, ugh."

"Well that was his Dad, a few more of his cronies, and several VIPs, some I see from SAS."

"Daddy! These must be the people behind this. Preston was just at the house the other day, warning you—"

"What?" said Dave, quietly.

Stacey looked at him. He was pissed. "Yes, with so much that's happened I forgot to tell you about it. I was home, just lying out in my bikini, and he came by. He was sort of drunk I think."

"That fuck came to my house?"

"Yes. He said to tell you he came by. That 'the offer was still open.' And then, well, he kind of warned me... you...us."

"You. What did he say to you."

"He said 'Tell Dave not to let his interns snoop into things that don't concern them' or something like that."

Oh my. Daddy was mad.

Dave had his fists clenched. "He was at my house, when I'm away, and you're alone, giving you a warning. Do I have that right?"

"Um, yes, Daddy." Stacey said, a little amazed at his anger.

"You should have told me about this, right away, Stacey." 

"I'm sorry!"

Dave seemed to collect himself, but his hands were still balled up into tight fists.

"It's all right, honey. I'm sorry, it's not your fault."

"But don't you see, Daddy? It's all connected, somehow! Preston knows about me, and even seems to know what I'm doing, looking around the office. Someone must be talking to him. And how convenient that he happens to be having dinner with Paula's father! She must be telling her father everything! Fred said he 'knew what was going on.'"

"Yes, honey, I think you are absolutely correct."

Dave was thinking, but so was Stacey.

When she considered that very impressive display of power out there—all those men, were they all in on it?—she became more and more concerned for Dave. It was just him, after all. 

She immediately thought of her options. She had not told Dave about the way Preston had ogled her body, the way he'd looked at her... the strangely kind way he'd spoken to her. Perhaps this was something she could use to her advantage, to help Daddy out.

Another thing was to tell him absolutely everything she knew. She reached into her purse. "But then... I don't know how this is related. I'm a little confused now."

She gave Dave the letter she'd found in Fred's desk—the separation agreement between Fred and his old employer SAS, the one signed by Paula's father! She hadn't even made that connection until now.




The Internship Ch. 05



Dave took it from her hand with curiosity. What was this?

He read:

Item #1: That you did threaten senior management of SAS with blackmail... on the following dates... citing so-called 'evidence' of financial misdeeds, fraud, and embezzlement. You offered no substantial evidence of said accusations, and senior management did not pay you any monies. The threat of blackmail resulted in your immediate suspension, and now, separation from SAS.

Item #2: That upon your suspension and ejection from company grounds, you were accused in following weeks of behavior consistent with stalking towards V.P of Finance, Bradley Broughton. On one occasion you were forcibly removed from his office by company security. 

Dave read the letter closely. 

"I see. So what does this tell you, baby girl?"

Stacey said, "Well, Fred was not just 'downsized' from SAS. He was fired, because he'd been trying to blackmail someone. With evidence of 'embezzlement.' So... he might be trying to do the same thing to you?"

"Of course. Anything else?"

"Well, if the charges were completely bogus, and they knew it, then why not arrest him? Why make this 'agreement?' Perhaps... there was some truth to them?"

"Right again."

"But then... hmmm... if that's what he was trying to do at SAS, why would he be working with them now?"

"Very smart, little girl. And a good question."

Dave glanced at the letter again."Stalking Brad Broughton?" Dave snorted with laughter, and folded up the letter and put it in his pocket. 

"Well, I have to say, you have done most excellent work, baby girl. I am quite impressed!"

"But... I'm still confused... "

"So am I, but the picture's becoming a little clearer, isn't it? Let's not dwell on it anymore tonight, ok? I have a feeling we'll get a better idea when we have that little chat with Joyce on Monday."

Stacey said, "But there's all these things I want to tell you, about my files!"

Dave laughed again. Stacey and her 'files'! "Save it for Monday. We'll go over everything we have then, all right?"

Dave smiled at her, reached out and held her hand and caressed it. "Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?"

Stacey smiled. 

"I've been away for a week. I want to spend some more time just with my daughter, and not think about anything else."

+++

Across the room, Preston could see them. His dick had been hard since the moment he saw Stacey and her luscious tits and ass. This was getting to be a real problem, the feelings he was finding himself having for her. Ever since that day, seeing her in a bikini and talking to her. Despite himself... he found himself jealous of her spirited defense of her father and her obvious love for him. What he wouldn't give for that... 

He watched her smile at Dave, her face full of love, and he could literally see Dave relaxing into it, and enjoying her presence. At that he felt a boiling hatred and jealousy. His own father was such a domineering, over-critical fuck, and his three spoiled daughters hated him. 

Those two bothered the hell out of him, but he couldn't stop staring.

+++

After their dinner, as Dave was smoking and sipping coffee, Stacey excused herself to go to the ladies room. She felt a nagging feeling of guilt, but she had her mind made up. She would do anything to help him. All she had to do was become a fantastic actress and convince Preston she really didn't hate him.

She walked by his table. She didn't glance towards him but she knew he saw her. The bathroom was a ways away, down a dark outdoor walkway lined with magnolia and wisteria. It smelled gorgeous and was very dim. 

As she emerged, and was just about to go back, she heard some movement to her right. And then someone spoke her name. "Stacey?"

Bingo. It was Preston, stepping out of a shadowy little alcove.

"Can I talk to you?"

Stacey looked at him. He certainly was attractive. Tall, with a fantastic body, he had long feathered light brown hair, full lips, and hazel eyes that became soft when he looked at her.

"You!" she said. "WHAT!"

"Please, Stacey, just one minute of your time."

Stacey put on a pout as part of her act, but went and stood with him under some trees. There was something so intimate about where they were.

"I, uh, just want to apologize for disturbing you the other day."

"Yes, well you should be sorry." But as she said it, she let her gaze linger on his face and ever so subtly moved towards him. 

"I am." Preston was absolutely mesmerized being so close to her. And thrilled that she hadn't just stormed off.

"I want you to know..." he seemed to be begging and pleading with her. "This stuff... with your father... it's just business! It's nothing personal..."

Stacey wanted nothing more than to kick him in the balls, but she continued with her plan, wondering how far she could go. She looked at him. Oh, he wanted her, there was no doubt about that. 

She let her voice become softer, gentler. She pushed her tits outwards a little, knowing he was looking. 

"Well, I don't really concern myself too much with Daddy's business affairs."

She tried to put an emphasis on the word "affair."

"I know, I know you don't! Why would you?"

Preston was so drawn to her! The smells of the magnolia, her eyes, her gorgeous body-she had such an effect on him! 

"Well, apology accepted."

"So is it true? Are you going to Emerald Isle with Dave?"

"Yes, of course."

Preston felt his dick throbbing and bursting in his pants remembering her in her bikini.

"I'll be there. Maybe I'll see you?"

Stacey looked at him as seductively as could, taking a big risk. 

"Maybe I will... is your wife coming?"

Oh fuck. Preston practically moaned. Did she really just say that?

"Uh, no, no she isn't. I'll be alone." Actually, he was lying, but he thought that's what she wanted to hear.

"Oh. Well I better go. Goodnight." But she ever so slightly touched his arm and brushed against him as she left, leaving him enthralled.

+++

As they were getting into their car, Dave suddenly turned to Stacey and said, "Oh shit, I think I forgot my phone. Just wait here a bit, honey. Lock the doors."

"Ok."

Dave went back into the restaurant, with only one thought on his mind. He found Preston at his table, drinking coffee with a few remaining guests. 

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" he demanded, after coming right up to him.

Despite—and because of—his raging lust for Stacey, Preston could not look at Dave without seething hatred. 

"I'm kind of busy here, Dave."

"NOW, Preston. It's important."

Preston rolled his eyes. "If you'll excuse me, gentlemen, I guess I have to deal with this." They sneered. 

Dave gestured back to the same dim little alcove, and as soon as they got out of sight, he had Preston up against an ivy-covered wall, his strong arm tight against his throat. Preston gasped; he couldn't breathe!

"Did I hear correctly? Did you come to my house, and threaten my daughter?"

Preston could not answer, because Dave was crushing his throat. Dave moved within inches of his face. 

"Listen to me you son of a bitch. If I ever hear about you coming near her again, I'm coming for you. Do you understand me?"

Preston's face was turning beet red. He couldn't speak.

Dave pushed harder. "I said, do you understand me?"

Preston did his best to nod his head just a few millimeters, and make a tiny groan.

"You leave Stacey out of this. You don't talk to her, you don't look at her, you don't even think about her."

Again Preston nodded.

"Good, you worthless piece of shit." 

Dave suddenly let go of his arm, glared at Preston, and left. Preston dropped down, gasping for air, drawing in harsh deep breaths, enraged. He stared at Dave's departing figure in both anger and triumph, thinking, "Well clearly you don't know your daughter as well as you think you do, you fucking asshole." Somehow, the knowledge that Stacey had flirted with him, right behind her Daddy's back, that maybe they didn't have such a perfect relationship, filled him with hope. He thought, "Oh no, you don't, Dave. You don't know her at all..."

+++

At home a little while later, Stacey was lying on her side on Dave's bed as he started to get undressed. She had taken off her dress and shoes and was wearing only a matching black bra and panties. She watched him as he tossed his big silver watch, keys and wallet onto his dresser. 

She said quietly, "Why are they doing this to you? Why you, Daddy?"

Dave tugged at his tie. "Several reasons I can think of."

"Because I never kissed any ass on my way up, and I don't now."

"And because I was never supposed to make it. I've done more with what I had than half those people, and I started with nothing, baby girl... "

He was still talking as Stacey focused on his body and marveled at how sexy he was to her tonight. Seeing him in the country club, and all those men... the way they looked at him... being his "date"... David Wilson was a powerful man, whom others regarded as a threat just for that reason. He aroused passionate feelings. People were out to ruin him, envied him, plotted against him; he was famous in this town, a public figure... all of these things stirred up her natural, ever-present lust for her Daddy and made it more keen than ever. 

She twisted in the bed, squeezing her thighs together as she got wetter and more aroused. She stared at Dave's chest and his sexy abs and ass as he began to reach for his belt in front of her, and felt an explosive desire for him. She gazed at his crotch, where she knew his cock was now soft and hidden in his expensive slacks. The thought of it in her mouth and in her pussy made a violent ache rip through her belly. 

She simply had to see his cock! She had to see David Wilson hard and hot and throbbing in front of her! She moved to the edge of the bed.

And then, for some reason, she suddenly thought of Preston... there in the room, watching. What a strange thought! She didn't really want him there. She hated him. But... at the same time, she wanted to moan and suck and lick Dave's cock in front of his shocked eyes! She wanted him to see her and Daddy together!

She slid to the edge of the bed and stopped Dave from taking his pants off. She whispered, "Don't get undressed."

Dave said quietly, "What are you doing, hon?"

Stacey said "Shhh... let me, Daddy..."

"Daddy... Daddy..." She whispered the word over and over. 

Preston... she wanted him to see her suck Dave... the very thought of the fantasy of being watched, of exposing their illicit incestuous acts of love, had Stacey absolutely on fire!

She brought Dave to the edge of the bed and ran her hands up the back of his thighs, entranced at the sight before her... she had always loved him in a suit. She shushed his questions as she indulged this sudden lustful urge to suck him while he was still dressed. She caressed the front of his thighs, ran her hands over his tight, taut stomach, hips and ass, before she slowly reached his crotch. Dave watched, mesmerized as she slowly unbuckled his bet, just loosening it, then undid the button above his fly, and slowly lowered the zipper. She licked her lips and looked up at him as she reached in, and pulled out his half hard cock and gasped with pleasure. 

Dave reached down and grasped the back of her head, stroking her hair, watching her focused, aroused and curious face. 

"Is that what you want, baby girl? Daddy's cock? It's all for you, baby, all for you..." he whispered, as he looked down at his daughter. 

Stacey moaned loudly at the words. The cock of this powerful man... It excited her that only she got to see and know his private self, that only she saw the need and desire that his erect penis signified. It belonged entirely to her. And... mmmmmm... she thought, even if people were watching, they could never understand and know the depth of the bond they had even as they watched. They could never know how it felt to take him in their mouth...

She leaned down and took the head of his penis in her sweet mouth with a groan of ecstasy. It was so hot. So surprisingly erotic to her. She felt sweet and submissive, and never more like Daddy's very own sweet, submissive little girl. 

She felt the throbbing head immediately swell up and watched his cock rise, hardening, getting bigger and fuller. She moved closer, spreading her legs around his, and with one hand reached down into her panties while Dave watched. She was so wet just taking him in her hungry mouth! She continued to play with herself with one hand while firmly gripping his penis with the other and keeping it directed to her oh so needy mouth.

Dave was watching as his penis slid in between her full pink lips so slowly. She had her eyes closed and looked like she was lost in a state of pure bliss. Stacey felt his gaze. She moaned and started making delicious sounds, taking her mouth off the now red and swollen head, and licking from the base to the tip, with her open mouth and her tongue swirling, so he could see it. 

Dave moaned deeply as he looked at her. She was obviously putting on a little show for him.

"You're so hot, baby girl. You look so beautiful. Do you like sucking me, darling?" At every word Stacey moaned loudly and rubbed her clit harder. "Show me, baby, show me how much you love it. Keep showing me." Dave gently stroked her hair as he continued to whisper to her, encouraging her, wanting her to satisfy her lustful needs and desires as much as she was pleasing him. 

As Stacey licked and moaned, Dave pulled down her bra straps to free her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples were so hard and were straining towards him, showing him her arousal. He gently rubbed the tips as she continued to suck him.

Stacey tentatively, gently fondled Dave's ball sacks with the tips of her long fingernails, and then her tongue followed. She took each one in her mouth; the tender skin felt so incredibly soft. They fit so perfectly in her mouth and she could suck them so gently while gripping the base of his cock, which was so smooth and hard in her hand; then she moved her hand up, up and down, as she had seen guys do. Dave murmured and moaned at her soft, loving caresses.

Stacey never knew fellating him would be so exciting and arousing. He felt so big as her mouth traveled upwards. She kissed every inch, loving him, her tongue and lips following with long slow licks and sucks, her hand following to grip him and massage the shaft gently up and down. As she came back up to the red, throbbing head, she opened her eyes to look and felt her nipples explode with pleasure at the sight of the clear cum oozing out of the tip. 

She looked up at Dave, who was breathing heavily, trying to control himself as he watched his little girl masturbating herself while sucking his cock. He didn't want to stop her pleasure.

He whispered, "Yes, baby girl, that's what you do to Daddy. That's all for you. Keep going, baby... do whatever you want..."

Stacey took her hands off him and out of her panties, moving forward to get on the edge of the bed and grab hold of the back of his thighs to clutch him and bring him closer. She moaned as she licked the clear cum off the tip as she looked him in the eye. Dave could not help hissing loudly, drawing his breath in sharply through his teeth, as he held her gaze. 

"That's it, baby girl, that's it... "

The sharp, salty taste of Dave's cum made Stacey moan loudly as she once again lowered her head, opening her mouth wider to take more of him in, deeper and deeper, as deep as she could go. He was still dressed in his hot business clothes; the tab of his crisp white shirt was sticking out of his fly; his red striped tie was half undone. Mmmmmm... her father... Daddy... she had half of him in her mouth... as he watched her! 

What if Preston was watching, too! Oh, why did this make her so hot? She moaned loudly, sucking harder, slurping at him, drawing her mouth off and seeing strings of saliva stretch between her lips and his cock before she greedily took him back deep inside. 

Stacey slid her head up and down as they fell into a sensuous, delicious rhythm for a long while—Dave oh so gently but firmly pumping her mouth while holding her head and caressing her hair, Stacey blissfully moaning as her mouth rose and fell on his hard cock. She kept her tongue moving softly on the underside, licking harder there, noticing that made him moan and his hands clamp down a little more tightly on her head. 

It was almost like they were fucking... it felt so right to open her mouth wider, and get him deeper, relaxing her throat and swallowing as much of him as she could. She wanted him inside her, all the way. 

Dave closed his eyes and threw his head back at the sight of Stacey deep-throating his cock. "Oh fuck, baby! That's it, baby girl, oh just like that!"

After several minutes, Dave moaned "Oh god, baby, you have to stop... I'm going to come." 

It felt so natural, so easy and perfect to Stacey to then lift her mouth off him and slide back on the bed and open her legs wide for him, and slip from this wonderful oral pleasure to really making love. Stacey held out her hands to him, saying "Come here, come here, Daddy... I need you inside me... "

Dave quickly tore his clothes off and then slid forward, nudging her legs open. Jesus fucking Christ, he could not help thinking, she looked so hot like this. Her whole body was soft and glowing; her round rosy breasts were swollen and juicy and her nipples rock hard with excitement; and her vagina, so beautiful with intense, needy arousal, normally pink, was now a deep rose color as it was engorged, open and waiting for him to fuck her; he held his arms straight and strong above her shoulders, directing his raging hard cock to her slit, and said "Daddy loves you, baby girl" as he let his hips sink down and his throbbing muscle slide so easily and fully into her body. 

"Uhhhhhh!" Dave let out a deep groan. God, what a hot fuck she was tonight! 

Stacey cried out in pleasure and immediately wrapped her legs tightly around his hips and ass, drawing him in, as deep as he could go, until he was fully buried inside and she felt his pubic hair nestle against her pussy lips.

He immediately started pumping her, slow at first and then faster and harder as his shaking arms held him above her face. He fucked her, watching her, looking into her eyes, taking in every detail of her obvious pleasure as she looked up at him. Every stroke, every thrust, brought a gasp from her and made her eyes widen in deep delight. 

He couldn't help saying, each time he pumped her hot, wet pussy, "You like that? You like that, baby girl?"

As he looked down at her, Dave felt his cock twitch and jump and swell up as a sudden thought came into his head. Just like Stacey, he found himself thinking about others—the men from their encounter this evening, that little cabal—those rich, powerful, arrogant men who knew them but did not know about this. 

If those fuckheads only knew he was fucking his sexy daughter and she was going to come on his cock any minute!

The very thought brought him to an urgent peak of need, and he pulled out quickly, whispering at Stacey to "turn over, on your hands and knees, baby." He got behind her and grabbed her hips tightly and started fucking her hard, from behind, harder and faster as Stacey cried out. 

Dave grunted and groaned, unable to get enough of her tight wet pussy, and unable to stop thinking about those men watching him fuck his daughter. It drove him crazy. It only took a few minutes before he had to come. Her long slow sucking had brought him so close. 

"Fuck!" he roared out as he felt his orgasm nearing. "Oh fuck take your Daddy's hot cum, Stacey, you're such a hot, sexy fuck! Oh Jesus!" he yelled as his cum started spurting into her. "Oh take that fucking cum, baby, take it!" Dave simply couldn't help the stream of dirty words exploding from his mouth! He heard Stacey make a long, hard, deep guttural moan of ecstasy as she came. Jesus Christ! They both felt it, at the same time, and throbbed and came together, merging their unstoppable love and need for each other and giving in to the most carnal passion. His cum coated her womb, over and over, as Stacey lay open and prone beneath him, still and passive and receptive.




The Internship Ch. 05



Dave moaned, sweating and wiped out, as he collapsed on top of her. "Fuck, baby girl!" he said, pulling her into a tight hug and laughing with relief and release. "Mmmmmmm!" He hugged her, seeing and hearing her laughing with pleasure as well, as they soon fell into a warm, satisfying, invigorating rest.

+++

Meanwhile, as Daddy and daughter were just melting into a delicious sleep, across town Preston Blackwell was up late in his private study, with the door locked. He lived in an enormous mansion in the best section of town, where his wife had grown up in the very same house. It was her Daddy's house, and hiss' wedding gift to them. He hated it. It was huge and stuffy. He would have preferred a smaller, more modern place—one like Dave's. 

He swore under his breath. David Wilson haunted him. Every fucking time he thought about what he really wanted in life, he had to admit Dave had it.

Like Dave, he loathed his family: his rich, hardass father, pressuring him every second of his life; his cold bitch of a mother; the aristocratic uncles, grandparents and cousins who inspected and commented on his every word and gesture—he hated them all. In fact he had tried to run away from home many times, when he was younger. He'd tried in many ways to escape, but his attempts at being truly independent had all resulted in failure.

And there was Dave, flaunting the fact that he was everything Preston was not: independent, self-made and free. And everyone knew about Dave's reputation with women. He was unattached, and he could and did get any hot piece of ass he wanted. Preston couldn't stand it, especially when he thought of his icy cold wife. He'd never been able to stand it. His only recourse had been to taunt Dave about his trashy origins. Even he admitted that was pretty lame, but he just couldn't help it. That fucker had everything.

Including, now that he knew her, Stacey. 

Preston was boiling with conflicting emotions. There was nothing in this world he wanted more than to bring David Wilson down, destroy him! Whatever small part he played in that filled him with happiness. 

But then... there was her. 

His heart as well as his cock filled with pleasure when he thought of Stacey Wilson. She was so sweet. So beautiful. He wanted to fuck her so badly... but he also wanted to protect her.

Perhaps there was some way he could shield her from the coming storm.

His wife and daughters were sleeping in the dark house, and just as he had for the past several nights, he listened intently to make sure he was entirely alone. His hand slid down to his pants, quickly slipping them off. He took out his cock, which was already hard and glistening with cum, thinking about Stacey. He began to jerk himself off, picturing those shiny, slippery breasts spilling out of her bikini. He pictured her whispering to him as she got down on her knees in front of him, saying, "Let me, Daddy..." Oh God! He moaned as his cock swelled unbearably. Stacey taking his cock in her pretty little mouth! Stacey lying next to him, naked. Stacey on top of him, riding him. Stacey kissing him, saying, "I love you, Daddy... "

He felt his orgasm erupt at the thought of those words. The cum just shot out of the tip of cock at the idea of Stacey calling him "Daddy." It flew up in big arcs all over his cherry wood desk, his papers, is jacket, but he didn't care because he was coming so hard.

Dear God he wanted her, like he'd never wanted any woman in his life!

+++

The next day, Stacey and Dave woke up laughing and flirting and teasing each other. Each glance towards each other was hot and dirty and sexy. Their happiness made the "problems" Dave was facing seem so much easier to confront. It was such trivial bullshit, compared to their love.

"So!" said Dave, over coffee, as he stood behind Stacey at the breakfast table and stroked her shoulders. "What is my sleuth up to today?"

Stacey leaned her head far back and Dave bent down to kiss her. 

"I'm going to lie out, in my bikini, looking over my-"

"Files." Dave finished the sentence for her. "Right. Ok, well, baby girl, Daddy is going to head into the office again."

"Ok."

He kissed her again. "Don't work too hard. But if you can, try to find something concrete. We need it. Ok, baby?"

"Yes... I'll see you later."

As Stacey settled in outside by the pool, Dave headed to the office. 

He spent the day going over his financial statements, once again. As he took in the dismal evidence of his sinking income, and the knowledge of both the huge inventory payment and the "big deal" he had looming ahead of him, he felt the pressure building. A lot was riding on what he found out tomorrow. He prayed that his two girls, Joyce and Stacey, could really shed some light on this. He felt it to be true and indisputable, but could they find enough in time? What was going to happen? What did the old guard of the local aristocracy have in store for him? 

He felt like he was at a crossroads. There was always the option of selling. He could sell his businesses tomorrow for a small fortune, and retire at the ripe old age of 45. This was appealing to him. He could spend more time with Stacey... they could travel, be together. And for once he'd be free of these bullshit competitive games. 

But the franchise... he'd be leaving a legacy. His name, all over the country. His shops, his mechanics, his methods. He couldn't deny the notion of a national David Wilson Enterprises meant something to him... did he want to give that all up? Wealth and power beyond anything he'd imagined. And it would mean he had finally left his past behind him, once and for all. That he could for once let go and just live... 

He was pondering these questions as he headed to the garage late in the day, and wasn't watching where he was going. He turned a corner and ran right into Fred.

"Whoah. I'm sorry."

"Dave!" Fred looked so startled. "What are you doing here!"

It was the first time Dave had seen him alone since so much had come to light. His first instinct was to do to Fred the same thing he'd done to Preston, but he held back. This man was a snake. A dangerous, deadly snake. Above all he must not suspect that Dave was onto him.

"Oh you know I was away for a week. Just haven't had a chance to catch up so came in today. Lots of e-mails and voicemails."

"Yeah, I hear you. Same here. I was out on Friday."

They stood awkwardly for a moment. Before he even realized he was doing it, Dave decided to force things to a head.

"Before I forget, Paula left the Quarterly Reports on my desk, and I think we should go over them. How's Wednesday?"

"Should be fine."

"Excellent. I'll tell Paula to set up a meeting in the afternoon. Have a good night."

Yes, but we won't be talking about any damn reports, thought Dave. It was time to get this out in the open.

Dumb shit, thought Fred.Those will be the last Quarterly Reports I ever go over with you.

Later that night, Stacey was wrapped in Dave's arms, lying on his bare chest, while he stroked her hair and they talked, softly.

Stacey said drowsily, "This has been a very strange internship."

Dave laughed. "Yes, I suppose so."

"I'm so glad you suggested it," she said, kissing his hands.

"So am I, baby girl, so am I."

+++

Monday morning arrived with Joyce and Stacey, armed with folders and files, waiting outside Dave's office. He was still on a conference call and asked them to wait for their meeting to begin.

As they sat outside, both Paula and Kathy were there, Kathy "pretending" to be talking business with Paula but in reality keeping an eye on Stacey, as she well knew. Stacey eyed them, remembering everything she'd heard and seen in the last few weeks. Paula was staring daggers at her, as usual.

Just then Dave opened the door. 

"Come on in, ladies. Kathy, Stacey's going to move back up next to Joyce's work station. Can you set that up, please? And Paula, I'd appreciate it if you could scan and e-mail these—"

He plopped a huge stack of papers on her desk. 

"I need them done in an hour. Thank you." 

In reality Dave just wanted them both gone and out of earshot. 

Inside, he extended a hand to Joyce. "It's been a while. I hope you have some good news for me."

"Hi, Dave. Well... Let's sit down, shall we?"

"Go ahead..."

"Ok, Dave, well have you ever heard of 'siphoning'?"

"I have!" Stacey interjected.

Dave gave her an amused look. "Oh yes? Do go on!"

"People used to do that at the store!"

Joyce looked at her, "Please continue!"

"That's when someone under reports how much money they've made on a sale."

"Yeah? Keep going, baby girl."

Joyce took note of the terminology, but neither Dave nor Stacey seemed to have realized Dave's little slip. 

"Well we have a sort of older system at the shop. The employees would ring things up at the register, but only after the payment was received did they enter it into the computer. So... someone could pay maybe $100 for some clothes, but the employee would only actually report $80, and pocket the rest. And unless I caught it or saw them doing it, no one would be any wiser."

"Yes. It was much more common in the days before computers. Nowadays it's a little more tricky, but it's the same principle," said Joyce. "You're skimming off the actual funds that come in and declaring a different amount. That's what Fred's been doing, Dave, on a larger scale."

"Well, I've been gathering this. How did you find it out? And do you have any proof?"

"Well I started by just looking over all the bank accounts Fred has been accessing on a regular basis. And before long one caught my eye. It's relatively new, opened up two years ago, and I had never seen it before. It was called 'David Wilson Enterprises Discretionary Fund.' What's that? That's what I mean about him being stupid. That's a suspicious name."

"I thought it needed a close examination of the flows in and out, and a few things caught my eye. For example, in normal accounts, the money flows out as well as in, as the company uses it. These aren't savings accounts! They should be active, rather than static. But with this one, the money's going in but it's not being used for anything. It's just sitting there. And it's not the only one. I've found two other ones just like it."

"It's a little shell game. He's moving and shifting your money around, electronically, but only with the intent of building up these accounts, not for actually doing any business with that money. But here's the key thing. Whereas all your other, official accounts are being recorded in your financial reports, these are not. This money is not being reported, because it's not being used. It's just being siphoned off to accumulate. Which of course means it's not being reported on the corporate tax returns filed with the IRS, so none of this revenue is being reported as taxable income."

"It's theft, plain and simple."

"Can you tell me how much, Joyce?"

"$2.5 million, and that's just what I've managed to find."

"Fuck!" Dave swore. "How nice. That's almost exactly what I need to make my inventory payment this year. Those are my 'missing funds.'"

"Yes, but there's one more thing, Dave, which has me very concerned."

"Yes?"

"He's using your authorization codes to set all this up."

"What?"

"Yes, this is why I told Stacey you have to be very careful. You gave me your personal PINS and security codes, and I had to use some of them to find all this out."

"So... what does this mean?"

"Well, who's to say Fred isn't trying to make it look like you're embezzling from your own company? And also, it would obviously appear that you're attempting to under report corporate income and evade taxes!"

Dave and Stacey looked directly at each other. 

"What?" said Joyce. "What's going on?"

"That's exactly what I've come to suspect." 

Dave filled Joyce in on everything he and Stacey had figured out, and everything Stacey had heard in her little eavesdropping session. And, of course, he told her about the letter regarding Fred's dismissal.

"Whew..." said Joyce, taking in this information. "Jesus, Dave. This makes sense. If an investigator started looking into this, they could tell that someone was embezzling, or trying to, but as to who exactly is doing 

it... the finger points to you as much as to Fred."

"Or he could even say that I told him to do it, couldn't he?"

"Yes. In the end, it could just come down to a 'he said/she said'. He could say you 'made' him do it, or you were in on it together."

"How the fuck did he get my private codes?"

Stacey cut in. "How do you think? Paula and Kathy. Obviously Paula knows how to get on your computer. She knows everything. Kathy could come in here and rifle through your things. I'm sure that's why they were brought in—among other reasons."

Dave said, "And what do you think they were putting on my computer? Or in my files?"

"Who knows?" said Joyce. "Imagine this: a forged letter, from you to Fred, telling him to set up that so-called 'Discretionary Fund.' Or another thing: they could be going into your accounts and entering false numbers, moving funds around. Say... putting into your private accounts the exact same amount being taken from a company account."

"Those fuckers!" Stacey cried.

"Calm down, honey," Dave said. 

Without quite being conscious of it, Stacey had moved closer to Dave and was leaning on him and rubbing his back, comforting him, and he was leaning back into her soft hips. 

Dave had his head resting in his hands, thinking. Finally he looked up, "Ok, enough. Tell me one thing, Joyce. Do I have enough, right now, to confront that SOB?"

"To confront him, yes. You know you didn't do it. You know you didn't give him those codes. The problem is if you're going to try and prosecute him. I don't think you have enough proof in that case."

"I'm not worried about that. I want to get this out in the open, between me and him. Are you available Wednesday afternoon?"

"Of course."

"Then be up here, with everything you've got. He may think he's screwing me, but we've got a lot on him."

Stacey said, irritated, "But what about all my stuff! My files! I haven't told you everything."

Dave seemed exhausted, but he was just so mad he couldn't hear anything more at the moment. He was simply overwhelmed with all he had heard to that point.

"Honey, not now, ok? Bring what you have to the meeting on Wednesday, all right?"

Stacey said, "Fine! If that's the case, I'm going to go do some more research, if you don't mind!" 

She was sick of Dave not taking her investigations seriously. She decided to head down to Accounting and speak to Josh and show him what she'd learned. Maybe he'd listen!

+++ 

Stacey spent the whole day down in Accounting with Josh, and didn't even see Dave until the drive home, where she was noticeably cool.

At a stop light, Dave said, "You're mad at me."

Stacey glanced at him. "Ya think?"

Dave had had arguments with Stacey before, and he knew she got in "moods." Then again, she had a reason. 

"I'm sorry, honey, really."

"It's fine. And I don't want to talk about it." And she didn't. Stacey had discovered some things with Josh and gotten her files in order, but she was done trying to get him to listen. When the time was right, she'd speak up. But she was very angry at Daddy.

"Well if it's 'fine' why are you pouting?"

"I'm not 'pouting.'" she said, glaring at him. "I don't 'pout.'"

"Ok, you're not pouting. But you're glaring."

"You don't trust me. You don't believe in me."

"Now that's not true, honey. I'm sorry. I was just very angry. But can you tell me now? Please?"

"Now you want to know. No. I don't want to talk about it anymore."

They drove home in silence. 

Later, Stacey was lying on his bed in underwear and a tiny little t-shirt reading when he came in to bed. He got undressed, stripping down to a t-shirt and boxers, and curled up behind her. She wanted to ignore him, but he reached over and slid his big warm hand over her stomach and kissed her neck. He whispered, "I can't go to sleep with you mad at me, baby girl."

His hands slid down to her mound and cupped it through her cotton panties.

"Will you forgive me?"

"Will you let me prove to you how much I love you?" Dave said, as his hand reached into her panties, and found her wet and open for him.

He kissed her neck, shoulders, arms, sliding down and down, and nudging her legs apart. 

"Let me prove it to you, baby... lie back now."

Stacy tossed her book aside and sighed, as she reached down and sunk her fingers into his curly hair, and brought his head tight between her legs. She moaned as he pulled her underwear off, and spread her wide. 

"Let me show you, baby, just how much Daddy loves you..."

Dave buried his face between her legs, licking and tonguing her slit, her beautiful open vagina, making love to her tenderly with his tongue, until he had brought her to the edge moaning and squirming and squeezing him hard with her thighs. Only then did he draw her hot, wet, swollen clit into his mouth and suck, hard, until he made her come. Then he slid up to her, taking her face in his hands and kissing her, swirling his tongue in her mouth, so she could taste her own arousal and pleasure and his lips and tongue. 

"Nothing can come between us, baby," he murmured, "Nothing..."

"Now, tell me everything."

Dave and Stacey conferred into the night, and for that and the next night, preparing for their confrontation with Fred on Wednesday.

+++

When Wednesday came, Dave had another morning meeting with Stacey and Joyce, where they did much of their last minute strategizing, and then informed Paula and Kathy to be at his office late in the day.

Over lunch, Kathy said to Paula, "What's this about, do you think?"

"I don't know! It's got me worried."

"You don't think he... knows, do you?"

"I don't see how. It's been six months."

Kathy hissed. "Why did I let you talk me into this!"

"Oh, so it's my fault. No one forced you. And like I had anything to do with your choice. Everyone knows you're fucking Fred."

"I'm not just 'fucking' him! We're in love."

Paula looked at her. God she was dumb. "Well, keep believing that. Let's see what happens at this 'meeting.'"

Later, they were gathered outside Dave's office waiting when Fred came to join them. He appeared nonchalant, but when he saw them standing there nervously he was immediately alert.

"What are you two doing here?"

"Dave wants to see us. ALL of us."

Fred immediately knew that Dave knew. And he prepared himself.

+++

Dave opened the door and ushered them into his office. He gestured to his leather couch. "Have a seat."

He wasted no time. He stood behind his desk, leaning over a bit and placing his arms straight up and resting on his palms.

Dave began, "There are some activities and actions taking place in this office that have come to my attention that need to be addressed. 

You all know Joyce, and my daughter Stacey. I wanted them to be present for this."

Both Joyce and Stacey had dressed for the occasion in smashing business suits and intimidating heels—Joyce in power red, Stacey in sexy black.

Dave eyed the three conspirators, considering how to proceed. He looked at them with steely ice. Fred was sitting back looking arrogant and completely unrattled, as if it were all so entertaining. Paula was sitting straight up holding her hands in a tight fist, her lips tense, and a look of combative defiance on her face. Kathy looked like she was about to cry. Dave turned to Fred, on instinct, deciding the best thing to do was zero in on the ringleader and attack the problem head on.

"Fred, you've been my CFO for ten years. In all that time, I have placed enormous trust in you. I've given you free rein. After all, we were friends. Who better to place in the second most powerful position in this company? I trusted you completely."




The Internship Ch. 05



"And now, it appears, that trust has been misplaced."

Dave looked at him, waiting for any kind of reaction. Fred flicked some lint off his knee and stared right back.

"Fred, I know about the secret accounts. I know about the $2.5 million. I know what you've been doing in the odd hours you've been keeping here lately, like when I ran into you last Sunday. 'E-mail,' my ass. You were on your computer, working on the 'David Wilson Enterprises Discretionary Fund' weren't you? Do you have anything to say about that?"

Fred sighed inside. So he knew. But how much did he know?

He shrugged. "What exactly are you accusing me of, Dave? I think I have a right to know."

But Dave wasn't about to show all his cards at once. He kept playing the game, waiting to see what Fred was going to do and say.

"I think it's obvious. It appears that you've been stealing from me. At least this two and a half million, but I'm quite certain it's much more. You've been siphoning money coming in from my repair shops. A smart way to do it, by the way. Very smart. Much harder for me to notice. Those funds are always up and down and inconsistent, aren't they, not like the car sales? It took me months if not a year to even suspect anything."

Again Fred shrugged. "Do you mind if I ask if you have any proof, or are you just making wild accusations?"

"Oh I have proof. That's why Joyce is here. Joyce?"

Fred eyed her with hatred. This bitch. He knew she was always watching him!

"Well, Fred, I've been on your computer—"

Fred yelled out, "You fucking bitch!"

Dave held up his hand. "Stop right there. Fred, I've got Carlos right outside the door. You don't want to get upset. So sit down and shut up. Furthermore, I authorized it. I authorized all of it. Joyce, please continue."

"Let's see, so I was poking around on your computer most of Thursday, all day Friday while you were out, and Saturday. It wasn't hard. You made the mistake of thinking up silly names. I immediately got suspicious of a few accounts and started looking. I saw the amounts and I saw the dates, which were all unfamiliar and not part of our usual portfolio."

"You know as well as I that a lay person looking at this isn't going to know any better. That's why Dave asked me, and I was very happy to do it."

Joyce was careful with what she told him, following her morning meeting with Dave. She didn't mention that she knew about Dave's access codes. Dave had told her to hold back on that information.

"And like he said, I've managed to find at least three unauthorized, secret accounts."

Dave said, "So. If you're not attempting to steal that money, Fred, what is it doing there? Because I know I've never authorized the formation of a so-called 'Discretionary' Fund, or anything else."

Fred was caught. Or at least, that's what he wanted Dave to believe.

"Ok, I admit it. Yes, I set up those false accounts. What are you going to do, arrest me?"

Dave smiled. "I'm getting to that."

"I'll confess, it took me a while to get here and figure this out. I mean, come on, 'Discretionary Fund?' You're a CFO and you couldn't come up with something better than that? And it really didn't take Joyce too long to find those accounts. They were secret, but not exactly well-hidden. Furthermore, as far as we can tell, you haven't withdrawn a single penny of that money. No, on second glance I became convinced you only wanted it to appear as if you were embezzling from me. Now why would you want to do that?"

"At first, I thought it was some sort of blackmail. After all... You never did tell me why you left SAS, did you, Fred? Of course not. My old trusted friend shows up out of the blue, why would I doubt anything you said. You claimed you were 'downsized' and I believed you. But that's not exactly true, is it?"

Fred's face had gone red with fury and his were full of hatred for Dave. No, this was not going his way at all.

"Stacey, would you?"

Stacey walked over and handed Dave Fred's dismissal letter.

"Thank you, honey. Fred, ladies... you may as well know my daughter was not brought into my office simply to intern and learn a few computer programs. She's been watching you, and doing some research, and reporting every single thing back to me. And she's done a great job—thank you baby."

"And she found this—look familiar?"

Dave handed the letter to Fred, who pushed away his hand. "I know what it is! Where the fuck did she get that?" It was the first time Fred had even acknowledged Stacey's presence since the first day he was forced to meet her. But he wouldn't even look in her direction.

"Oh I'll let you wonder about that for time being. OK, well Paula and Kathy, let me enlighten you. Fred here was not 'downsized' from SAS, he was fired, for attempting to blackmail someone."

"So here's what I figured out. You learned the embezzlement techniques at SAS because someone really was doing it there. Probably Brad Broughton. You found out, and you tried to get money out of him. Am I right?"

Fred just stared at him.

"Somehow, it was all swept under the rug. Something went on there I still don't understand, but the point is that you had learned. You stumbled on some fraud, remembered it, and filed it away in that ever-absorbent brain of yours, always looking for the next step up the ladder."

"This letter made it click into place. This whole thing was a set-up of some kind. So I put Joyce back to work. I told her to go back into those accounts, and look very very closely at how they were set up, and how exactly the money was getting redirected. And guess what I found?"

Fred blurted out, spitefully, "You found your fingerprints all over it, you dumb shit!"

"That's right, I did. My access codes, my PINs. For all intents and purposes those are my accounts. I'm the one being set up, to make it appear as if I'm stealing from my own company. Isn't that correct, Joyce?"

Joyce stood up getting ready to go. "It certainly is, Dave. That's exactly what's going on. Well, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to get back to work—by that I mean, looking around on your computer, Fred. I'm glad I could help, Dave. Just call me if you need me."

As soon as she left, Dave turned back to Fred. "But still, I wondered, why are you doing this? The blackmail was an idea, but it still didn't cut it because both you and I know that that's bullshit. There had to be more involved. You wanted to set me up, and make me look bad, but to whom? And why?"

"Again, I have to thank Stacey. She's the one who gave me the crucial detail. What was it you heard, honey?"

"This will all be over in a few weeks." Stacey promptly said.

"And where did you hear that, honey?"

"I overheard Fred and Kathy talking in the garage, one day, and I heard Fred and Paula talking, um, in a hallway while I was waiting to see you once." Well, she wasn't exactly telling the truth.

"That's right. And as soon as she said that, I knew. The deal, Fred. The franchise. The business retreat on Emerald Isle in two weeks. That's what this is all about."

"So here's what I'm thinking. Here's the truth."

"I'm thinking this is all the brainchild of some of my dear old friends in Raleigh. The ones who've always hated me. Preston Blackwell, Brad Broughton and the gang. It must involve some of the guys from SAS because they're the ones who first contacted you, correct? Yeah, they knew you were an asshole, but they also knew you had had this experience with embezzlement and fraud, and that you were my CFO, so they came to you with a plan. A plan to set me up and prevent this deal from going down."

"Here's what I think. If I—if we—hadn't caught you, there would have been a friendly little tip off to the IRS, to the DA's office, or perhaps to one of those 'impartial' accounting firms that Preston's got on his payroll, and also to the press, about the big scandal about to rock Wilson Enterprises. I'm guessing that you'd allow yourself to be questioned, and at the first opportunity you'd finger me, telling me I put you up to it. All this would be happening while the whole business community is watching and all my contacts are down here expressly to see me make this deal."

"If it had worked, it would have been devastating."

"First of all, I couldn't touch that money, so I'd be down there with my pants around my ankles telling all these companies I can't pay them. You made sure it was just enough to fuck me with the inventory payment but not so much that I noticed it right away. Second of all, I'd be even more fucked with this scandal. The allegations alone, no matter how untrue, would be enough to ruin me. Like these guys are going to start selling 'David Wilson' as the most trustworthy car repair business in the country when I'm being accused of stealing? I'd be ruined, even if the truth ever came out."

"I'd be ruined, but my company would still be here. And I'm guessing, SAS, or Preston or whoever is exactly behind this, would swoop in and offer to buy out the whole thing, rename it, and make that deal without me. They'd just sell my company and hand it all over. It's an elaborate, thought-out, well-planned and well-plotted takeover."

"Do I have it about right, Fred?"

Fred should have just shut up, but he was so angry at being caught, and so infuriated at how much Dave had figured out, that he simply couldn't stop himself. 

"That is about right, you dumb shit, and there's not a fucking lot you're going to be able to do about it! You can't prove a thing."

"Is that so? Well, aren't you curious to know how Stacey got a hold of that letter?"

At that Fred finally seemed to catch up. "What?" He said. He was thinking... the only place in this building was his desk, but she couldn't possibly have gotten in there, could she?

"Stacey?" Dave said.

Stacey came over to Dave's desk and placed Kathy's key right in front of her. "Look familiar?"

Kathy clapped her hand to her mouth in a look of horror. "What the—!" She immediately reached into her purse and rummaged around and brought out her keys and frantically searched them. "Why how did you... you little brat! Did you steal my purse?"

Fred whirled around on Kathy. "What the fuck did you do, you stupid bitch?" He was thinking of all the other things he kept hidden in his desk. If Stacey had found the photos and the letters, what else could she have seen?

"I don't know!" Kathy cried, horrified. "I didn't give it to her! She stole it!"

"That's right, I did," Stacey said. "From your trench coat."

"Huh?" Dim Kathy took a few seconds to make the connection. "What? My trench coat! But—oh no!"

"Fred, ladies, I'd like to bring someone new into this meeting." He turned on his computer. "This is Janey Johnson, who is joining us via Skype."

"Hi!" Janey's bubbly voice burst into the tense room as a strangely discordant note. "Hi Mr. Wilson, Hi Stacey! This is so cool!"

"Janey, would you repeat what you told me a few days ago?"

"Sure Mr. Wilson. Well, last Thursday Stacey called me and asked me to go on a stake out with her. Of your office! And of course I said sure, I wasn't doing anything. And so, well, we snuck up there and hid out in the closet."

"Oh my god" Kathy moaned over and over. Even Paula sunk her face into her hands. 

"And, well, Stacey and I heard a lot of things and saw a lot of things, Mr. Wilson."

"Ok, Janey, but first, can you just tell me who you saw that night?"

"Oh, sure—her," she said, "The mean one. Is it Paula? She came in with the hot guy, Fred. They put stuff on your computer. Then she left, and that's when the blonde one came in. And well, those two, she and Fred, put stuff in your desk and in your file cabinets. And then, um... "

Kathy moaned even louder and started crying.

"They had sex on your desk. Well first, in front of it, when Kathy was blowing Fred. Then he bent her over and fucked her really hard. It was so hot! Well, I mean, sort of hot..."

Paula finally spoke up. "She's lying! How do we know she's telling the truth?"

Dave gestured to the key. "Well, there is this, but if that's not enough... Janey?"

"Ok, now, Mr. Wilson?"

"Yes, if you please."

"OK, let me just hook this up."

A few seconds later, and a dark, grainy, but discernible image came on Dave's huge computer monitor. The lighting was dim, but there was no mistaking the location. It was Dave's office. Janey's camera was closed in on Kathy's naked breasts as Fred fondled them, and she held his huge cock. Dave let it play for a few minutes, up until they heard: See that cock! Is it bigger than Dave's cock, Kathy? Did you like sucking it as much as his? Of course, babe, more! I don't believe it. I think you need to be taught a lesson. Get up and bend over!

Over the computer, they all heard Janey giggling and say, "We saw them have sex, on your desk! Kathy screams like a freakin' freight train!"

Dave paused it and turned to Stacey. "Honey? Do you have anything to add?"

Stacey held up her phone and pressed "play." It showed the same scene, but from a different angle. They heard Kathy's voice saying, "All right babe! Do me, then! Do me right here, on Dave's desk!" 

Dave shook his head. "Real classy. Ok, that's enough, Stacey. Thank you. And thank you, Janey. You can leave now. I appreciate your help."

"Anytime Mr. Wilson. Bye, Stace!"

Dave turned to them. "So here's the deal. I have you. I know you've all been in on it. I have witnesses who've seen you planting evidence in my office. I have proof that you were here at night—Carlos outside there can back me up on this. And if you have any hope of saving your sorry asses, you better start talking and tell me exactly what the fuck's been going on."

Kathy burst into loud sobs. "I don't know, Dave! I don't know! I just do what he tells me!"

Paula tightened her lips, fighting with herself, but managed to say, "I don't know either. I only do exactly what he tells me as well." She gestured to Fred.

"Ok, Paula, how did this get set in motion? And are you talking to your father?"

Paula spit out what she knew, which was not much. "I don't know. He approached me about six months ago and said he had a plan in place to screw you and start a... takeover... of Wilson Enterprises. By whom, I'm not sure. I don't know what I'm doing on your computer; I just know your access codes. I bring up the pages, and he just tells me what to enter."

"And your Daddy?"

"He's been asking me about her, that's all I know," she said, gesturing to Stacey.

"Ok, then—Fred. Who exactly is behind this? Let's start there."

Fred never broke his condescending, unfazed manner. He didn't seem to care. "I don't know for sure. The contact I have is Preston, but he's just a tool. Broughton's in on it, I know that. Beyond that, I don't know."

"And how did it begin?"

"Just like you said. Preston contacted me, because of my... past at SAS."

Dave got out from behind his desk and started pacing. 

"You do realize I have all three of you. I could have all of you arrested right now. Breaking and entering. Fraud. Conspiracy. And it works two ways, Fred. I can have them arrest you on embezzlement charges and we'll see how the he said/she said works out while you're sitting in a jail cell."

"To that end, I'd like to introduce another participant in this meeting."

Dave pushed some buttons on his phone. 

"This is Peggy Sanford, joining us by conference phone. Peggy, have you heard everything that's happened here so far?"

"Hi Dave. Yes, I have. Loud and clear."

"Peggy is a lawyer new here to Raleigh, specializing in corporate malfeasance. What I want to know, Peggy, based on everything you've heard, could I have these folks arrested today?"

"Absolutely, Dave. You have them on breaking and entering, hands down. You have computer fraud, attempted blackmail, and attempted embezzlement just for starters."

"And what about Paula and Kathy?"

"It doesn't matter how much they 'know' or not. They've all participated in it. Ignorance is no excuse. And I'd like to remind them... it has only been what, one week, two weeks? When an investigation gets started, it could take months, and they will find everything. This is not going to go away. I'm sure the IRS is going to be very interested. And I'm quite interested in why your auditors didn't turn up anything suspicious... this kind of thing does not go over well in the business community. It's the nightmare of every CEO. I don't know exactly what's going on with these enemies you have, Dave, but you can be sure a hell of a lot of other executives will be on your side."

"Thanks Peggy. I'll be in touch."

"No problem. Good luck, Dave."

"So, you heard her. I could have you arrested today. But I'm not going to do that."

"Here's what's going to happen."

He turned first towards Paula.

"Paula, of everyone here you're the one who's most afraid of an actual arrest. A Broughton, in prison? How would that go over in the Country Club set?"

Paula could only stare at him, mindlessly shaking her head back and forth.

"Not only that, Stacey here has informed me of some of your Daddy issues. Understandable, by the way, Brad really is a total dick. But let me assure you, I'd make it crystal clear to Brad that you were the leak. I'd make it seem like you fucked this scheme up all on your own, through your own incompetence. Is that really what you want?"

Paula mouthed "noooooo" but couldn't seem to make any sound.

"Good. Then you'll do exactly as I say. And by the way... I feel pretty certain your father and Fred had, and possibly still have, an intimate type of friendship. Daddy's just not into girls. Don't take it so personally."

"Kathy," Dave sighed. "I have an e-mail ready to go to everyone I can think of that knows you, and every business associate I have, explaining your actions. In addition, those same people will be cc'd on the email I'm sending out to everyone here at Wilson Enterprises and every single social media outlet I can think of, which includes a video file attached. I'm sure you can guess what's on it."

Kathy yelped and burst into loud tears.

"Honey, I can't imagine that would be good for you. You might get some offers for a fuck, but I can't imagine this will help you in your search for a husband. Especially here in Raleigh. You'd be damaged goods as long as you lived in this town."

Kathy cried, knowing it was true. She had to work so hard as it is! 

"So if you don't want that to happen, on top of being thrown in jail, then listen very carefully. It goes without saying that you're both fired, of course. But you're going to keep working here, for the time being. Paula, you're going to continue to talk to your father, as if nothing has changed. If I suspect, if I get the merest hint, that you're tipping him off, the deal's off."

"During the next two weeks, you two are going to come in here and show me exactly—exactly—what you've been planting in my office. Do I make myself clear?"

Both women nodded and looked down at the floor.

Dave then turned towards Paula.

"Jesus. You've been working for me for 15 years. I always thought you were a cold bitch, but I honestly never thought you'd do something like this. You've had a good ride here. I've always treated you fairly, and kindly. Much better than your real father. But, I suppose, seeing Stacey is what really did it. "

Paula's head shot up. "What about her?"

"You've got a real mean streak, Paula. Pleasing Daddy was one thing, but if you could hurt Stacey, too? That's why I can never forgive you. Now get out."

As Paula got up to leave, Dave turned to Kathy.

"Kathy, unlike Paula, I almost feel sorry for you. Of everyone here, I know you're just too... stupid... to have thought of anything like this on your own. You're almost an innocent victim here. I'm sure Fred's done quite a number on you. So please, take my advice. Dump his ass. Stop looking for a rich sugar Daddy. Talk to Carlos on the way out. He's a sweet, kind, hard-working man who'd make you a devoted husband. He's also horny as hell. Try and find out how a good, kind man treats a woman. Now go."




The Internship Ch. 05



Kathy scooted away as quickly as she could!

Dave then turned to Fred.

"I know what you're thinking. You're thinking how pathetic these women are for being frightened away by a little videotape. Like you could care. If anything, I bet you're eager for the world to see how big your cock really is. Quite impressive, by the way. And of course, you couldn't begin to comprehend Paula's anxiety about her father. Fuck him! You've never had any parents to speak of. You're thinking she's a stupid fool and you still might be able to get to her after all. And the threat of jail? I doubt that concerns you."

"You're right. You have done a damn good job of setting me up. If I arrest you, I'm going to be dragged down right along with you. And even if I were completely cleared in the end, the uncertainty would be just enough and last just long enough to fuck me with the auto companies and ruin this deal. In the end, you haven't touched that money, so what, it'd be a little charge of fraud, a little b & e, not much jail time. No, I think getting arrested is just what you want."

"So in the end, what kind of leverage do I have over you? Not much I'd say."

Again Fred could not restrain himself. "You're right, asshole. You can't stop this with these petty little threats. I'm not some silly woman. You're hanging onto your company as it is by a tiny little thread, and the takeover, the buyout, is going to happen."

"The auto companies want your business, any way they can get it. If you're not attached to it, I doubt that will concern them in the end. When Preston, or Brad, or whoever, comes along offering your company to them at a cheaper price, with better terms... they'll have you over a barrel. They'll not only threaten to withdraw the offer, but all their dealings with you unless you sign all your rights over. You'd be finished."

Dave said, "And what do you think you would be getting out of it, Fred? A promotion? Is all of this really just for a few more bucks a year? I doubt that. Oh I'm sure Preston would offer you a little 'bonus,' but hardly a fortune."

"No, no no. You're much too selfish for that. And I think... you're sick of working for anyone else. There has to be much more in it for Fred Hayes, isn't that right? So much more you wouldn't even care if you had to do a little jail time."

Dave then turned to his intercom. "Come on in, guys."

Stacey, quiet all this time, had been quite enjoying watching Dave. She was so proud of him. 

But she jumped up to attention and opened the door.

In came Carlos and behind him, Josh, both carrying boxes of files.

Dave said, "Stacey, take it away."

She came and plopped a big stack of files on Dave's desk, then took one and handed it to Fred. 

When he saw it, Dave watched the color drain from his face and his eyes fill with fear, before they became enraged and he grabbed Stacey's hand. "Where the fuck did you get this?" 

Dave immediately came over and moved Stacey away from him. "Not a good idea, Fred. You need to sit down and shut up. And don't touch Stacey again, right Carlos?"

Carlos—the "muscle"—looked like he was ready to kill Fred. "You got that right, Mr. Wilson."

Stacey took the file back out of Fred's hands. "I got it from your desk, Fred, along with all the rest of these."

"I found them at the same time I found the letter, and the photos."

"Daddy, and Joyce, told me to look through your things and see what I could come up with. I'm sure I never would have noticed anything, if I hadn't done a little research first."

She tossed the file onto the pile along with all the others.

"All of these companies are dummy companies, Daddy. They don't exist. Well, they did exist, at one point, but we haven't actually been doing business with them for years. They're all fake. He's done a good job of setting them up, but when you look closely, there's always something off."

"He's been taking random companies we once worked with, stealing and using all their information, and setting up shadow accounts with their information. It's called 'piggybacking' and it's one of the most common embezzlement techniques. He's got quite a billing scheme going on—'paying' these companies for 'services' and 'goods' never received, to companies that don't really exist. To put it simply, he's been using your company to write checks to himself-also easily and commonly done. It can go on for years and years and years. That is exactly how many companies have been bankrupted, because even if it can be proven, that money is gone. 

"We probably never would have caught on if the fake embezzlement hadn't drawn our attention to it."

"Josh and I have figured out that in the eight years since we've stopped actually using 'Southeast Prime Auto Parts' and Fred started this dummy account, Wilson Enterprises has paid them about... $900,000. But of course, that money's going straight into Fred's pocket."

"But Daddy you have to hand it to Fred. He's taken it to an extreme, and he's been doing it for at least eight years. Looking at all the 'suppliers' here, and assuming they're all bogus, he has stolen—not just pretended to steal—nearly $56 million dollars from you."

Stacey wrapped up her presentation of her files. "Since this has been going on so long, you don't know exactly how much David Wilson Enterprises is really worth. It's at least twice as much as you think."

Dave went over and put his arm around Stacey and kissed her lightly on the cheek. "Thank you, honey. And thank you, Josh. You can bet I won't forget about this and all of your hard work. Now, Carlos?"

Carlos got up to speak, eager to impress Stacey.

"Right, Dave. Well the big question, which Stacey brought to me, is where is the money? Is it gone? I mean, has the dude spent it all? Has he invested it? Well... uh... I have a little hobby at home... you know, I mean, I just love computers... and sometimes I experiment with hacking..."

Carlos cleared his throat and seemed very nervous. Stacey smiled at him. Dave told him "Go on."

"Well, uh, you were able to give me some of Fred's account information, and, um, looking into his banking activity, I think it's pretty clear that that money is not gone. It's being channeled into some offshore funds, the usual kind of thing. Two that I've found... one for $10 million, the other for $5 million... just sitting there, gathering interest."

"Ok, thanks guys. You can leave now."

Finally it was just Stacey, Dave, and Fred left in the room.

Dave spoke. "So, let me correct what I said earlier. The actual truth, the full truth, is that you've been enjoying being a kind of double agent. It wasn't enough just to screw me over. Hell no. When Preston and the gang came to you with this scheme, you knew this company was worth much much more than anyone knew. So you were going to let them come in and sell me out for an absurdly low price to the auto companies. Then, of course, you'd just take the $56 million, or however much is really is, and sit back as you watched the real income of this company rise. Wow, ever since Wilson Enterprises went national, it's suddenly worth triple what it was when they bought it! And the guys in Raleigh would be standing with their dicks in their hands watching as they let a company worth hundreds of millions, if not billions, slip right through their hands."

"Now, I've got investigators looking into this as we speak. And do you really think if my daughter and a low level accountant could find this much out that the whole truth isn't going to come to light? You're fucked, Fred. And well, I can't imagine that Preston, Brad and the guys at SAS are going to be too happy when I tell them what you've been doing behind their backs, are they?"

At that Fred finally seemed riled. It was one thing to screw over Dave. But if he lost all that money, and every last one of his 'friends' in Raleigh, then he truly had nothing. He'd be finished. Homeless, even! He'd never work again. He'd be right back to being the poor, desperate kid on the make he once was. The thought filled him with sheer panic.

"What do you want?" he said desperately. "Tell me exactly what you want from me."

After being so calm for most of the meeting, Stacey finally saw Dave getting mad. 

"What I want, first of all, is the same thing I asked of Paula and Kathy. Keep coming into 'work,' keep reporting to Preston, don't let them know anything has changed. Second of all, that money's going to be returned to me. All of it. Immediately. I want it all in my accounts, my real accounts, by the time of that convention. If you do this, I'll consider—consider—what to do about filing charges. If you don't, I'll have you arrested this second."

"But most of all, Fred," Dave said, as he slammed down a box full of files so hard that they exploded all over his desk, "I want a fucking 

explanation."

Stacey had never seen Dave so angry. 

"I know why Kathy did it, and why Paula did it, but I want to hear from you why you chose to screw me like this, and how the fuck you could sit there year after year knowing you were doing what you were doing while I paid you and supported you and trusted you. That's what I fucking want."

Stacey saw Fred shoot up out of his seat.

"You can't be serious!"

She saw between her father and Fred an intense look, and she got the feeling she was finally seeing the past before her eyes. The history these two had was exploding between them right in front of her.

"Dave, I made you! I did! Me! You would be fucking nothing without me!"

"Where would you be without me? I'll tell you: you'd still be slaving away in that shithole of a garage, thinking you'd really done well for yourself just because you could pay your rent. I'm the one, not you, who made this all possible."

Fred turned savagely towards Stacey.

"I bet he's never told you, has he, where he comes from, who his 'family' really is. The Wilsons," he spat out. "The most pathetic bunch of hick redneck morons I've ever seen. Stupid Bible thumping trash. What, couldn't they even afford a trailer, Dave? That's what your beloved Daddy is, Stacey—dirt. Poor white trash, just like me."

"I taught you everything, Dave. I'm the one who got it. You thought you were going to just work hard enough and eventually things would somehow magically turn out great. You never wanted to dirty your hands with sucking up to the rich fucks in this town, but you certainly learned from me, didn't you? I'm the one who got you out of that garage, and I'm the one who taught you how to stop talkin' like a stupid country hick. Oh, I cain't do that!, Fred mocked Dave. You would still be there, fixing their cars and their spoiled little bitch daughters' cars, wondering where your life went."

"And so I helped you out. ME. I did a lot of shit, so much you don't even know, for you! I poured business your way, I never stopped talking you up, I begged and pleaded, practically bribed everyone I knew, used all MY connections, to make your first shop a success and to get you the funding and staff. I did all of that for you. So I don't think I'm exaggeratin' when I say I believe Wilson Enterprises partly belongs to ME."

Fred was on a roll. He just couldn't stop himself.

"You know how fucking stupid you are? You never understood these people, but I did. And now—what, you think you're just going to waltz down to Emerald Isle and walk away with that deal? Hardly. Even if this little scheme Preston set up falls through, they will never let it happen. Never. You have never understood that there is no way a hick piece of trash like you is ever going to walk away with the profits of Raleigh's best and brightest. After all, who are your customers? The rich fucks of this town. As far as they're concerned, they own you."

"They're gunning for you, Dave. They're obsessed with you, Preston most of all. You think I  screwed you over? Just you wait until Brad Broughton hears about this. You can't even begin to comprehend the assfucking that's coming your way."

"I see it, and I've always seen it for what it was. And Dave,"

Fred suddenly seemed to lose all his anger. Stacey was fascinated! 

Fred seemed to morph into the less twisted person she had seen in the photos.

"I can still protect you."

Stacey heard hurt and pleading in his voice.

"I still think the only thing to do is gut your company before they take it from you. Because they will take it, Dave. That is one thing I am absolutely sure of."

"Dave. Things were so great between us. We were friends. You were the best friend I had. The only friend. I was happy with you. And if we had stuck together, if we still stick together, there's no limit to what we can do!"

He turned towards Stacey in fury.

"Everything would have been so great between us if this little bitch hadn't come along!"

Stacey knew Fred hated her, but she had never in her life seen such malicious loathing being directed at her. It frightened her, and she moved further away from him. 

At that Dave put up his hands. "Enough. Enough, Fred, enough. Stacey, come here, baby." He held out his hands and brought her to him and held her by the hips.

"You know, that's a good story you spin, Fred, and I'm sure it makes a lot of sense to you."

"But the fact is, a lot of people get start-up money at the very beginning, and most without having to prostitute themselves to closeted gay men to do it. They eke it out, or get loans. I'm sure I could have gotten some seed money from a bank. I never asked you to do all that for me."

"The real test of success comes with what you do with the opportunity. More businesses fail at that than at any other thing. And considering where I ended up after five years—thriving—and where you did—broke and out of a job—I think we can see how much you really 'did' for me."

"Your little narrative was egocentric and self-serving, as always."

"Yes, it's true, we were friends. And I did admire you. For a while, I wanted to be you and was quite a bit like you, much as I'm ashamed to admit it. But all that changed when Stacey came into my life."

"From the second I held my baby in my arms you lost your charm. I would have dumped you as a friend the minute I could, if I weren't worried about what kind of shit you'd pull to get back at me. And I was right, wasn't I? It took twenty years, but here we are."

"When I hired you on later, it was purely out of pity and, yes, an old sense of obligation. And that's why I kept you on. I did feel like I 'owed' you something. But I think we can agree now that that debt's been more than paid."

"So remember what I told you. Keep your fucking mouth shut and repay me my money, and we'll take it from there."

"As for Stacey"—Dave drew Stacey into his arms, and pushed her hair out of her face. He kissed her tenderly. "This 'little bitch' is the whole reason I didn't turn out exactly like you."

"Come here, baby," Dave said, and drew Stacey into a deep, passionate kiss, right in front of Fred's eyes. He let Fred see his open mouth, his tongue touching hers, and his hands traveling down to caress her hips and ass. They made out for a whole minute. 

"Now get the fuck out while I kiss my daughter."

Dave heard Fred swearing, and probably kicking some shit out of his way, but heard the door slam.

Dave had eyes only for Stacey. "Did I tell you how magnificent you were today?" he said.

"Me? It was you. I hardly did anything."

"Yes, but if it weren't for your 'files'..." he laughed. 

"So never doubt me again."

"Come here, baby. 'Daddy' wants to ask you something."

Stacey laughed. The meeting had gone just as they had planned. There were a few minor surprises, but overall, it had been a success.

He brought her to the couch and laid her down gently, and started loosening his tie. He ran his hands up her legs, already hearing her moan as she started to spread them a little for him.

He moved up towards her, caressing her face and looking in her eyes.

"Are you sure, baby girl? Are you sure you don't want to just... I don't know... take the money and run? Take the buyout? It'd be a lot less hassle. I could retire."

"Because," he said, as he kissed her neck and his hand found her the wetness between her legs. "Things are going to get a lot more dirty from here on out."

"Hmmm," she said, laughing and sliding underneath him and pushing against his hard cock, "Do you promise?"

"Mmmmmm... " Dave moaned. "Yes, baby girl, I promise... though, in a different way as well. None of this embezzlement shit. It's going to get much more personal."

"But we have the advantage. They don't know that I know everything, and they sure as hell don't know about the $56 million. So it might be a little more like... getting some sweet revenge, how about that?"

He quickly reached down and unzipped his fly. He rolled on top of her, pushing her skirt up and pulling down her panties. He quickly sunk his cock into her in one smooth thrust. She was so wet. 

"We'll go to Emerald Isle..." he whispered, kissing her neck.

"I'll rent a beach house."

Stacey moaned as she began to rise and fall right along with his deep slow pushes. 

"We'll make love outside, under the stars."

"Oh yes," Stacey said, smiling at him. 

"And fuck in the ocean..." he said as he thrust deeply into her. 

"Oh yes!" Stacey said again. She liked that!

"And we'll see what happens with everything else."

Stacey looked into his eyes as he throbbed deeply inside her. She gazed at him seriously. "Yes, that's what I want."

She kissed his lips and folded her legs over his hips, drawing him to her.

"Yes, I want to go." She said, loving him as much as she possibly could.

"Why shouldn't the world see who you really are?"

Stacey held Dave's face in both her hands and kissed him. She wrapped her entire body around his and strained to get him closer and deeper as she whispered in his ear, "Why shouldn't David Wilson have it all?"



The Internship Ch. 06



Author's Note: This series simply could not have been written without the help of a special person—Mr. X, aka "Daddy Q"—friend, editor, biggest supporter and toughest critic.

For anyone wondering about a sequel—I definitely see Dave and Stacey's story continuing beyond the Internship, but I have no concrete plans at the moment. Please see my Author's page for any updates.

Again, thank you so much for your comments and feedback! I hope you've enjoyed reading as much as I've enjoyed writing.

As usual, all characters engaged in sexual activity are over the age of 18.

Carnal_Flower

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"Well," said a man with a German accent. "Congratulations, Dave. I think this is going to be a wonderful partnership."

Another man with a French accent got up to shake Dave's hand. "Yes, congratulations! Here's to a long, lucrative enterprise."

Dave Wilson was standing in a circle of men, dressed in his best suit, smiling broadly with relief and happiness. He'd done it.

It was two weeks after the confrontation in his office with Fred, Paula and Kathy, and Dave was in a posh hotel room in Washington, DC. Stacey was back in Raleigh relaxing and looking forward to their trip. When he'd told her he had an urgent matter to attend to that necessitated a quick trip up the coast, she immediately wanted to know why.

"But what are you doing there?" she demanded.

"I'm meeting with my contacts and I'm going to try and make this deal. Now, with no delay. Before the convention." 

"Wow!" Stacey exclaimed. 

"Yes, honey. It's the best way. I have to try and get a head start on these assholes and head off any problems. Wish me luck, baby girl!"

Before he'd left, Dave had had a long talk with a whipped, frightened Fred, telling him, "I've thought about this and I decided the best course of action is to let this plan of Preston's play out exactly as he has it planned. I believe you when you say it can only get worse. So let them think it's all going to plan. Talk to Preston. Carry on. If they want to call in a tip-off, let them. If you get hauled in for questioning, go right ahead. But in that case, here's what you're going to do..."

Meanwhile, Dave called all of his contacts within the foreign auto companies he knew to set up a "preliminary" meeting. They were all in the country anyway conducting various business meetings ahead of the convention. They were all happy to meet, thinking he wanted to go over terms one last time. They had no clue that when he flew up he had a hefty check for $3 million in his briefcase, as well as new, updated financial statements showing his true net worth.

At their meeting, the men were very pleased. David Wilson had come through in a big, big way. They were delighted with his new financials and furthermore he was such a pleasant man. If anything they wanted to sign the papers as quickly as possible, before he changed his mind.

But right before Dave had to sign, his pen hovering in front of the papers, he spoke.

"There's just one thing, gentlemen... I need your cooperation with a little matter going on down in Raleigh, before I sign this agreement. Would you hear me out?"

Later, his plans in place, the cooperation of the auto companies guaranteed, his franchise a done deal, Dave flew back on a late flight, eager to get home to Stacey, his mind and heart lighter than it had been in a very long time.

When he arrived home, he found Stacey was fast asleep in his bed. He showered and curled up next to her, spooning into her body and never feeling so at peace.

"Well?"

Dave was awoken what seemed like minutes, but was in fact hours later, by Stacey's voice and a punch on his arm. 

"What happened?!!"

Dave sat up, smiled deeply, and spread his arms wide. "It's done, baby girl. You're looking at the new CEO of 'Wilson Elite Auto Repair'—a Division of Wilson Enterprises."

"Oh Daddy!" Stacey cried. "I'm so happy for you!" She leaned in for a romantic hug, kissing his face and neck. 

"Now that's a nice welcome home! Come here. I love you too, baby." Dave gave her a deep, sweet kiss.

"I can't tell you how much it means to me to be able to come back here and share this news with you," Dave said. "I couldn't have done it without you. And I mean that."

"What will people say when they find out?"

"Well, I asked my contacts not to say anything about it for the time being. I want them to announce it only when I tell them the time is right. I think we have a few more things to take care of first, don't you?"

Stacey smiled. "Hmmm... I guess so. What do you have in mind?"

Dave laughed. "Well... I'm going to take my beautiful daughter to her favorite resort. We're going to celebrate in private," he whispered. "And while we're down there, we're going to... meet up with some old friends. On my terms. What do you say?"

"It's perfect..." Stacey murmured, as she pushed her body into his. She couldn't wait to "celebrate!" 

"Tonight, baby..." he whispered. "We have a long trip ahead of us. Speaking of which, I have an idea."

"Yes?" she smiled. His ideas were always good.

"What do you say we take a little side trip and visit your campus? You haven't been there yet. We can walk around and see the sights—Hey, hey, what's this?"

Dave saw that Stacey's eyes had filled with tears.

"Hey, hey," Dave said again, holding her chin and looking in her eyes. "None of that. I want you to be happy, and excited."

"I am," Stacey said in a choked voice. 

"But...oh!" She leaned in again and hugged him so tight Dave could barely breathe. 

"Honey, it's only a few hours away. " Dave kissed the top of her head. "We'll see each other all the time. Plus, with this franchise, I am going to be doing so much travel—I'll hardly be here."

Stacey couldn't speak and just held him tighter. 

"I won't be able to do my job unless I know that you're happy. You'll be studying, and meeting so many new people. It's a good thing, baby." But Dave couldn't deny his chest had become terribly constricted and a horrible ache was already erupting in his heart. "Shh... We have long day ahead of us. There's another little side trip I want to make on the way down." 

He pulled her away from him and saw that Stacey had stoically managed not to burst into sobs.

"Good girl," he said smiling. "Let's get ready. Aren't you looking forward to the beach?"

She nodded reluctantly.

Dave laughed. "So am I." He reached down and caressed her hips, her waist, and up to her breasts. "Don't you want to show me some of those new bikinis?" His hand reached her hair and he pulled her lips in for a deep, slow kiss, whispering, "Let's have a wonderful time, just the two of us..."

+++

Dave noticed Stacey was in a glum mood as they began their trip, so he tried his best to cheer her up.

"Well, don't you want to know my plan?"

"Oh?" She perked up. "By the way, I forgot to tell you, Joyce is bringing Jamal with her!" 

Stacey absolutely adored children. She was looking forward to some time with Joyce and her son on the beach. 

"And Josh..." she said, knowingly.

Dave laughed. "Josh and... Joyce?"

"Yes! Don't laugh. They've been spending some time together. What? He's hot!"

"Well, I guess, you would know. It's just... he's quite the country and western. He just doesn't seem her type. And how is she explaining that to her son?"

"Well he's not staying with them! He's got a hotel, I think. And, well, I'll be happy to take Jamal off her hands in the afternoons."

"I'm sure you would."

"Ok, tell me your plan."

"Well... remember what you noticed when you read Fred's dismissal letter? You said, 'If there was nothing to it, why didn't they arrest him?' Remember?"

"Yes, I remember."

"So... I've told Fred, and Paula and Kathy, not to say a thing about what's happened. As far as Preston and those fucks know, I'm about to get 'caught' embezzling from my own company. I want them to keep thinking that! Meanwhile... wouldn't it be nice to expose who the real criminals are?"

"But how can we do that?"

"Oh it's all Fred. He has tons of evidence against Broughton—letters and documents. And if he gets brought in for questions about my company, guess whose company he's really going to be spilling the beans about?"

"SAS?"

"Of course. Though not right away. He's going to wait. And I'm going to make it seem like I'm in big trouble. Daddy's name and company could be dragged through the mud. And I've told our three friends Fred, Paula and Kathy to just let it all happen."

"Sneaky, Daddy."

"So you better be prepared. Some bad press could be coming my way."

"But what about your deal? Won't it affect it?"

"The deal's done, baby. I told my contacts all about it. They know exactly what's going on. They're not stupid. They know local business can be petty and cutthroat. So when I explained what's going on, they were completely understanding. Of course, handing them $3 million and telling them my company is worth twice what they thought didn't hurt. I simply asked them to do nothing and say nothing until I tell them the time is right."

"Clever!" Stacey said, smiling. 

Dave noticed Stacey was in a much better mood. Good. Once she had something to challenge her, a project to occupy her mind, and once she delved into her studies, she'd be fine, he knew it. 

"And little girl, remember Daddy's No. 1 Rule: Daddy's always right!" They both laughed at this remark that was so personal to them.

When they stopped and walked around Stacey's new school, a small college within the UNC system, Dave made a point of keeping her mind focused on work, talking up the business program, her course of study. And it really was a beautiful place, nestled at the foot of some mountains. It was only three hours away—an easy trip, which he stressed to her. 

"We'll see each other all the time. And look, this is just gorgeous here, isn't it?" he said as they walked taking in the sights with his arm around her shoulders.

Stacey had to agree. Wooded hills surrounded the quaint campus, which had an old Southern charm to it. It gave her a warm feeling. If she had to leave him, this was a nice place to go. 

"Yes," she said, giving him a big smile. "Thank you for bringing me here. I'm glad you did."

As soon as they got back in the car, Stacey asked Dave, "So what was this other side trip you mentioned?"

Dave hesitated. "Well... I'm not sure, maybe you won't want to go."

"What is it? Tell me!"

"Well, honey, we're not too far from where I grew up. I was thinking of going back there and visiting the old place."

Stacey looked at him in surprise. "Of course I want to go. I've been wondering about it ever since that meeting."

"Oh? What happened at the meeting?"

Stacey looked at him. "Daddy. When are you going to tell me the truth? All those things Fred said, about you being a 'hick' and a 'redneck' and 'white trash.' Is that true?"

"Actually, honey, it's true."

"Well why didn't you ever tell me? Why didn't you ever talk about it?"

"Ah... I guess I thought you were too young to understand. Or you just didn't need to know about all that." 

"It's my family, too. I want to know about it. Tell me."

"I can do better than tell you, I can show you. You want to go then?"

"Yes. Where is it?"

"Just a little town outside Greenville. Jesus. I haven't been there in years."

Stacey suddenly recalled the vague memory she had of going to her grandfather's funeral. "That's right! When I was ten! You took me. I remember."

"Yes..."

"What about your mother? My grandmother?"

"Oh she died a couple of years ago."

"Didn't you go? Why didn't you tell me?"

"There was no funeral. She was all alone. I took care of it. Stacey, I was not close to these people. I hated bringing you down there. Why bring you just to take care of some formalities?"

"So then why do you want to go now?"

"Oh, I guess... we're here, after all. And things are all sewn up with this deal. Perhaps it feels..."

"Safe?" Stacey said.

"Yes, I guess. I want to really put it behind me."

"Let's do it, Daddy. I want to see."

As Dave got off the highway and started driving through meandering country roads up into the mountains, he thought, "Well, this does seem appropriate. They had just visited the scene of Stacey's future... why not go visit his past... which was her past, as well."

They arrived finally at a tiny little town. Barely a town, just a few buildings. He kept going, taking a few more turns until they got to a very desolate, dirty looking spot with some abandoned trailers, septic tanks, rusted cars, and random chickens pecking through the mess. He parked his luxury BMW SUV in the dirt. No one was around. His family was all gone. Further back, up against some trees where heavy woods began, he could see his old house. 

Despite himself, no matter how far he'd come, he couldn't help feeling the old anxiety. Heavy emotions pressed on his body. Here he was. David Wilson, CEO of a brand new, national chain of elite auto repair shops. And it had all started here, with his desperate days and hours spent working on cars, reading manuals, teaching himself everything. He could still see a few old cars dotted in the landscape. Here he was, with his daughter, revealing the past he abhorred, while showing her what a wonderful future he imagined for her. 

He took Stacey's hand and they walked up a little ways to the old house. 

"Not much, is it?"

"It's your life. I want to see. It's fine."

"Well it's not just me, baby girl. I never told you this, but you spent some time here, when you were very little."

"I did? I have no memories of that at all!"

"Good!" Dave laughed. "Thank god for that!"

"When?" Stacey asked. 

"When you were just born. I brought you up here and Mama and Daddy took care of you for a while when I couldn't. I was just trying to get on my feet, was dirt poor and needed to carve out a life for me and my baby girl."

"Wow..." said Stacey, trying to process this information. "Look at this place!"

It was truly a sad-looking house, more like a shack, with two big rooms and a porch. "I can't believe this is where you grew up."

"Yep, this is it. Not much."

They walked around the area for quite a while holding hands, while Dave talked and Stacey listened. He told her everything—his parents, his childhood, how much he hated it and couldn't wait to get out; and then, having her, coming to visit her, his worry about her. He talked for an hour, just letting it all out in an unrelenting stream of both confession and embarrassment. Stacey was quiet and let him talk, surprised at how much he'd kept from her. She held his hand tight, knowing this was important for him to do.

Finally they ended up in a secluded spot. Dave sat down under a tree while Stacey lay down with her head in his lap gazing up at him. She held one of his hands while with the other he caressed her hair and face.

"Thank you for letting me tell you all that. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Of course not. It's my life, too. And I think you are an incredible man, David Wilson."

Dave laughed. "Is that so?"

"Yes! You've come such a long way! Look at where you are now!"

"Yes," Dave said, with more happiness that he had ever felt. "I have, haven't I?"

"And the best part of all is that I have you." He gazed down at her sparkling green eyes. She had never looked so beautiful. "Baby, listen to Daddy. Anything can happen in this world."

He gazed down at her for a minute before he leaned down to kiss her. Stacey grasped his head of curly hair and pulled his mouth down hard on hers. 

Dave pulled back, stroking her hair and looking at her. "If anyone had told me twenty years ago that I'd make this deal, that I would become the CEO of my own national chain... I would have said they were crazy! Or that one day you and I would be..." He trailed off.

"What...?" said Stacey, smiling. 

Dave groaned and rubbed her stomach. He felt himself getting hard as he smiled at her sweet loving face, knowing he was going to be with her later on... God he couldn't wait! He ran his hands up to her breasts and found her nipples. 

"I do so love fucking my beautiful baby..." he whispered. "Do you like it, honey?"

Stacey smiled at him, her eyes bright and promising. She arched her back so her breasts pushed towards him, her hard nipples straining through her shirt. "What do you think, Daddy? Oh!" 

Dave was squeezing her breasts, studying them, thinking about how he wanted to see them later, in the firelight. How he wanted to revel slowly in her body and make her come again and again. 

"I think... you want Daddy's big cock in you again..." he said as he kissed her deeply. 

"Oh!" Stacey feigned shock. "Is that all?"

Dave laughed. "What else did you have in mind?"

"Oh, much more," Stacey said as she leaned up to kiss him hard. "Let's go..."

+++

By the time Dave and Stacey arrived at the beach house, the sun was setting. Emerald Isle was just a long, narrow, practically uncultivated strip of land attached to the mainland, where the actual convention would take place. But most people stayed on the island. It was the southern Hamptons, dotted with huge mansions for the wealthiest to come and get away. Dave had found a small little place at the very tip of the island; it was completely sheltered by palm trees and flowering gardenia bushes. A narrow pathway led down to the rocky beach. 

The house had an outer deck with a sunken hot tub and a fire pit, large comfortable lounge chairs and a little bar. It was small but luxurious. 

As soon as they got in, Dave and Stacey threw their stuff down and headed right to the bed. Dave got on top of her, looking into her eyes and smiling before kissing her. His hands roamed down to her breasts and hips as Stacey moaned and kissed him back. 

Dave's hand slid between her legs and up under her skirt. 

"I have an idea..." 

"Yes?" Stacey whispered. 

"Hmmm, let's take a quick shower first and clean up from our drive. Then I'll get a fire started outside..." he said, kissing her neck, "And Daddy will do something very sweet and special for you."

"Ok..."

"Come here, baby..." They discarded the clothes they had worn the whole day, piece by piece, leaving a trail of their modesty as they walked to the luxurious bath.

Dave led her naked and sensuous body into the shower where they kissed and caressed and touched in delicious anticipation. Stacey gently soaped Dave's soft cock while he lathered her breasts and his hand slid down to her pussy. 

"It feels like you haven't shaved in a while..."

"No..."

Dave nuzzled her neck and whispered, "Let me do it for you... that was my idea... it feels like you need it, that's good."

"Oh!" Stacey gasped. "Oh that's so hot!"

Dave turned her around and circled his hands on her slim waist. "I love the idea of shaving you!... I promise I'll be very gentle."

Stacey's face was flushed and her nipples had jumped to attention, sticking out far from her body in electric excitement at the idea. 

"Oh, yes, please!" she said, as Dave leaned down and took one hard, aching nipple in his mouth. 

"Mmmm!" 

He turned off the water. "Ok, just put your robe on, baby girl, nothing else, and meet me on the deck."

Stacey toweled off and dried her hair, then padded to the kitchen in a short silk robe while Dave went out to start a fire. She fixed something to eat and made Dave a strong mixed drink. What a wonderful day, and what a beautiful night! She pushed aside her anxiety about leaving for school and walked out to the deck full of lustful anticipation; he had a small fire going in the pit and had pulled a big comfy deck chair close up. Stacey handed him his drink.

"Oh, fantastic, honey, just what I needed. Now just a second, I'll be right back."




The Internship Ch. 06



Stacey lay down on the chair. It was so warm and cozy and pretty. She raised both arms above her chest and stretched and smiled as she waited for him to return.

When Dave came back out, Stacey drank in the sight of his body in the firelight. She loved seeing his soft, vulnerable prick, nestled in a dark thatch of curly hair, swaying as he walked. Somehow it turned her on just as much as when he was raging hard. He looked so manly, and natural, and perfect! 

He had a towel and a big bowl of hot water, a shaver and cream. Oh my. Her body trembled as he got down on some pillows, kneeling in front of her.

"Now, baby, lie back, and let Daddy take care of you..." Dave said, as he gently pushed her back on the chair. "Scoot up a little, that's it. 

Mmmm, now let me see..."

Dave pushed her legs apart, and Stacey let out an involuntary groan. 

"Wider, that's it...," Dave said as he got comfortable. Her beautiful, adorable, sexy little pussy was spread wide inches from his face, glistening in the firelight. The slightest down of soft light brown hair covered her; he could see drops of moisture clinging to it. Her legs were shaking a bit and he caressed them, calming her down. He reached over and got some shaving gel, soaped it up and then gently spread it over her. She really did need a touch up, he thought, as he ran his hands over her mound and used his fingers to lather every little fold. As soon as he touched her he got hard and stayed that way. 

With a gentle grip Dave spread her labia taut for a smooth surface upon which he would perform his magic. As his fingers entered Stacey and he held her excited lips, she thought how sensuous this little task had become. 

"Mmm, you need this," he said, as he took his razor and slowly, oh so gently and lovingly ran it over her soft flesh. 

"There we go," Dave whispered, as each stroke of the razor liberated her baby smooth skin, followed by his soft soothing touch. "Oh, fuck, honey, you are so beautiful." He swished and tapped the razor in hot water after each application, continually using one hand to hold her open and get at all the tough spots. 

"How does it feel?" Dave asked.

Stacey could not describe the sensations of having Dave so sweetly shave her nice and clean! She was propped up on her elbows watching his face studying her pussy in the glow of the firelight and she could barely breathe! 

She gasped, "Good, it feels so good!" Her clit was throbbing! She moaned and leaned her head back, her thighs now starting to shake.

"Almost done, baby girl... there we go..." Stacey felt him gently getting at the hard-to-reach circle right around her clit. He spread her lips wider with one hand and gently dragged the razor across her tender flesh, up one side of her outer lips and down the other. 

Bit by bit Dave freed her glowing vagina, wiping away the foamy gel gently with a warm cloth after each stroke, and displaying the beautiful soft folds. When he was done he could only gaze with pure lust at her perfectly smooth pink-tinged cunt. He could see moisture collecting in the dark interior, and her clit peeking out from its little hood, demanding his lips. The fire cast lovely golden yellow light on her labia, which he now could not wait to taste.

"Just one second, baby, let me get some clean water."

Stacey moaned with impatience and unhappiness as he got up to leave, her legs still spread wide open as she waited. 

Dave returned with a clean wet towel and a dry one, washed off every trace of gel and then patted her completely dry. 

"Oh look at you," Dave whispered, between her legs. "Do you want Daddy's mouth, baby? Tell me..."

Oh God, Stacey couldn't stand it! She opened her legs wide and pushed her hips towards him. "Yes, Daddy, please!"

Dave gazed at the sight thinking, they had had such a warm, loving intimate day, just the two of them. Life was on track again. He felt... happy, truly happy for the first time in a long time. Happy and hopeful. There seemed nothing better to do, nothing in life he wanted more, than this. It was the perfect end to a perfect day.

Dave leaned in and licked the honey-colored liquid gathered in her hole. The taste, my god! It made his cock surge and spring up to his abdomen. He spread her wetness with his fingertips, gently lubricating the freshly-shaved, sensitive skin, before his tongue followed, lapping up every drop. His tongue sunk into the creamy flesh, sucking, tasting, and devouring. He probed every inch of her, getting his face slick and slippery, and filling his mouth and nostrils with her sweet taste and aroma as she moaned and squeezed her legs tighter around his head and shoulders. 

Anyone walking in on in this scene would have seen a beautiful girl squirming and twisting and writhing, pushing her large breasts up and outwards, throwing her head back and gasping, and reaching down with her hands to grasp the head of a large man with dark curly hair whose face was completely buried between her legs. The man held her thighs to keep her still and pulled her tightly towards his lapping tongue. 

They wouldn't know they were father and daughter... intensely making love in the warm glow of a fire. 

Their bodies were beautiful. They moaned and gasped—the man making deep grunts and groans as he simply feasted on the delectable taste and feel of the girl's body; the girl moaning and then shrieking loudly as she clamped her legs down and thrust her shoulders into the chair and arched her back hard as she came. The man making a deep groan as he felt her come on his face while he raked her swollen clit with his stiff tongue, back and forth, then drawing it into his mouth and sucking hard.

They would have seen the man move up to the girl's gasping face and kiss her, while grabbing hold of his huge, hard swollen penis with his hand. That cock was incredibly hard, so hard it curved in a beautiful arc, capped with a throbbing swollen head glistening with cum...

Dave took some thick cushions and laid them down on the wooden deck near to the fire, now only glowing embers. He helped Stacey up, and laid her down. She was still shaking from her wonderful orgasm. Dave got down next to her, rubbed her shoulders, caressed her hips, soothed her excited body. 

Stacey stretched and moaned, feeling so happy. "Mmmmmm...!!" It made her breasts jut up from her body as she slightly arched her back. Dave watched the light play over her delicious mounds, flickering orange on her skin and highlighting her perfect, hard pink nipples so they cast little shadows. Stacey saw him looking. She thrust her chest out further, inviting him, as she cupped and fed her marvelous globes to her hero, her lover... her Daddy. Stacey so loved the feeling of security Dave's control of her body always aroused.

"Ooooh!" Stacey cooed as Dave put his big hands on her stomach, pushing them up slowly until they framed and cupped her incredible breasts. He got up on his knees, hooked Stacey's legs around his hips and toyed with her breasts, squeezing them, massaging them, crushing them together in fascination. 

"Can you suck them for me, baby?" Dave said. "Can you suck your nipples for Daddy again?"

Stacey smiled. She loved doing this for him. She was in just the right position. She brought her head up and just managed to get her tongue on one hard, pink nipple. There was something so incredibly naughty about this. She looked Dave in the eye as she licked and moaned and then played with both breasts while his hand traveled down to stroke his cock. 

"That's it, put on a show for me, baby." Dave whispered in fascination. His hand tightly gripped the shaft of his cock. It was so fucking hard. He was kneeling between her legs and he kept stroking as he watched her. 

"Mmmm, Stacey, you are so hot, baby girl! Look at what you do to me!" Stacey glanced at his engorged member, illuminated by the fire. It looked red hot and menacing. She loved when it curved up like this, like an animal's big penis, or the stinger of an insect, dripping liquid. It was nice and thick, several inches round. His heavy testicles hung below, nestled in dark hair; the long, thick shaft led to a magnificent swollen head. He was the very epitome of a man! 

Stacey moaned, still caressing her breasts, and spread her legs wide. "Fuck me now, Daddy, I can't wait!"

Dave groaned and, still kneeling between her legs, yanked her thighs and hips up towards his. He pressed lightly against her smooth, bare, little pink slit. Their lust peaked at this moment, around the intensity of contrast between his dark, masculine animalistic body and her soft, pretty, oh so feminine form. Dave held his thick swollen cock at her opening, rubbing it up and down, lubricating her slit, while Stacey unconsciously spread herself wider and wider. She could feel her labia, her whole vagina, opening up in anticipation.

She smiled up at Dave, "I love you."

"Oh, I love you too, baby girl!" Dave moaned as he slid inside her. She was so wet and so lubricated from her orgasm that he sunk in so easily, slow and smooth and perfect. They both gasped at how wonderful it felt!

The same observer would have seen the firelight flickering over the man's powerful muscles as he fucked the girl, tenderly at first then harder and faster as the two gave in to the most carnal, animal lust. Their moans and cries and grunts filled the air as his back muscles strained and his ass cheeks clenched in rhythmic pulsations, in and out. Her slim white legs closed over his backside, drawing him in and clutching him tight to her. 

The moon and stars accepted their lust without question as the man let out a huge groan and shuddered on top of her body. 

Dave kissed Stacey, plunging his tongue into her mouth as he came, holding himself still as the first delicious wave of semen was forced out, then pumping his hips quickly to milk the rest of his orgasm all the way. He felt Stacey coming, heard her crying out, and they held each other, in perfect unison.

Later, Stacey lay naked on top of Dave in their bed, her arms on his chest, as she looked into his eyes and they smiled at each other and talked and laughed. 

"What a bad girl you are, coming like that!"

Stacey laughed and kissed him. "And what a naughty Daddy you are, coming so much in me like that!"

"Yeah? It seemed to me that you liked it... I think you need some more."

"Well, maybe," Stacey said, "But... I had an idea..." 

"Oh, what's that baby girl?" Dave said, intrigued. "What is my little girl thinking?"

"Well... I had this thought... what if..."

"Yes? Don't hold back. You can tell Daddy anything."

"What if someone were to watch us... or see us," Stacey whispered, unsure of what he would think.

Dave pulled back and looked at her, amused. "My little exhibitionist! What got that into your head?"

"I don't know. Obviously no one could, but... I like the idea," she said.

"Well I'll tell you a little secret. I've thought about that, too."

"You have?" She said, surprised.

"Yes, I did. Those bastards who are out to get me, specifically. I don't know why, the idea just popped into my head."

"Oh but we can't!" Stacey said, shocked. "Never!" Still she loved the idea.

Stacey sighed, contentedly sliding next to him and snuggling into his strong arms. He turned off the light and they listened to the ocean for a long time before falling into a peaceful slumber.

+++

"Uh oh, I think someone is in love!"

Joyce smiled at Dave and pointed. It was a few days later, and she was standing on the deck with Dave, watching Stacey play with her son.

"Yes, but which one?"

Joyce laughed. "Good point. I don't think I've ever seen Jamal take to anyone like this."

"Well he's all Stacey can talk about."

Stacey ran up behind Joyce's 7-year old, scooping him up and swinging him around as he laughed hysterically.

"She's really good with him. I love watching it."

"Yes," said Dave, "It's certainly a better sight than this crap." He gestured to the business section of the Raleigh newspaper lying on the table, and a byline that said "Financial Misdeeds at Wilson Enterprises."

"Would you listen to this crap?" Dave said, as he read the first paragraph out loud:

Working on a tip, a team of accountants from the Internal Revenue Service began an investigation yesterday into financial improprieties at Wilson Enterprises. Wilson is one of the most successful local businesses, with approximately 250 employees. Authorities would not officially go on record, but sources tell us they are looking at unreported income, tax evasion, and possible embezzlement. It's not clear how or if David Wilson, the CEO, is implicated.

Joyce sighed. "Yep, the shit has hit the fan!"

"Come on in."

He fixed some coffee.

"Notice how they report it as if it's all true? They should say alleged improprieties, possible tax evasion. The whole fucking thing from the headline on makes it seem like I'm guilty."

"Well I'm sure they have a plant in the newspaper. These guys are very well connected!"

"So tell me about the last few days at the office, Joyce. How did this all go down?"

"Well it happened just like you predicted. Right before you went up to DC, we got a visit from the IRS. A random audit, out of the blue, imagine that! But they're so transparent, Dave, and I don't know how those people managed to infiltrate the damn IRS, but those assholes went straight for Fred's files. They knew exactly what they were looking for!"

"So it's not usually done like that?"

"No. A real audit should be widespread. It should look at everything."

"So clearly someone has told them about the 'Discretionary' and other accounts."

"Of course. Told them exactly where to look."

"Did they talk to you?"

"No. Since Fred is the CFO, and you were out of town, they spoke to him. And Dave, I think you should keep it that way. Stay as far away as you can until you have to talk."

"And what about Fred? Is he behaving?"

"Yes, as far as I can tell."

"So what's going on at the moment?"

"Oh, they're talking to Fred, and going over the financial records of the company with a fine-toothed comb."

"All right," Dave stood up. "Let them. That's exactly what I want to happen. In fact, this is all going according to plan."

"So what's up for today?"

"Well, if it's ok with you, I thought Stacey could watch Jamal while you and I head over to the convention center. There's that big opening cocktail reception this afternoon. Given what's happened with all this publicity, I think I should go. And I want you, my new CFO, to go with me."

"All right, sounds good to me."

"Just be prepared, Joyce. We're walking into the lion's den!"

Dave and Joyce headed down to the beach. Stacey came running up, laughing, with Jamal right behind her.

"Hey, honey, Joyce and I are going to go do some business. Do you mind watching Jamal for the afternoon?"

"The munchkin? Of course not! What do you say, honey?" She leaned down and looked at him. Jamal was a small, shy little boy, but he'd taken a real shine to Stacey. He held her hand. "Is it ok, Mama?" he asked Joyce. 

"Of course, baby! Have fun. We'll see you later." 

+++

As Dave and Joyce headed into the convention center, Dave was inwardly thinking he was damn glad he had his deal in place. Facing this shit in a vulnerable position would not be good. But they had no clue; as far as they were concerned David Wilson was being publically humiliated and hanging onto his business by the skin of his teeth. He wondered how the Old Guard would rub it in. Well, let them. He wanted to show them he didn't care.

The convention hall was decked out in various booths and tables. People—almost all men—were milling about in groups as waiters circled the scene. The minute Dave and Joyce walked in there was a hush, and everyone stared.

Dave murmured under his breath, "Ignore it, Joyce. Let's go get a drink."

Dave noticed that no one came to say hello or shake his hand. There were malignant stares from his old enemies, and shocked looks from people he didn't know. But dotted here and there were a few friendly faces. Joyce noticed she was one of about five women. 

Along the way to the bar, Dave passed by the Mercedes booth, and caught the eye of one of his contacts. The man made the briefest of nods, perhaps a tiny wink, as if to say, "No worries." Dave thought it best to avoid him and the rest of the car company execs—it would further the impression that he was in deep trouble. 

He got Joyce and himself a drink, and wandered over to a guy he knew from way back—one of his few friends in the Raleigh business world. He smiled when he saw Dave.

"Dave Wilson, long time no see!"

"Chuck, nice to see you here!"

"I never see you at these things."

"Yes, well, I thought it was time. How's everything at the firm?"

"Couldn't be better."

"Chuck, I'd like you to meet Joyce Walker, my new CFO. Joyce had been with me for what—seven years?"

"Yes, that's right. How do you two know each other?"

"Oh Dave's been fixing my cars for years. We go way back. Fantastic job you do, Dave. I mean that."

"I appreciate the support. I could use it right about now."

Chuck looked at both of them knowingly, and brought them over to a more secluded spot. 

"Dave, when I heard the news, I couldn't believe it. How are you hanging in there?"

"Oh I'm fine, Chuck."

"It's all anyone is talking about around here. Shit, Dave, I know you. I know this has to be bullshit."

Dave said frankly, "Oh it is. Would it surprise you if I said Brad Broughton's behind it?"

"Hell, no! Nothing is beneath those fucks. And they've always had it out for you. Let me tell you, Dave, nothing in this town happens without their tacit approval. Nothing."

Chuck glanced at Joyce knowingly. "And a bigger bunch of racist som bitches I've never met. They're going to love you, Joyce."

"Is that so?" said Joyce. 

"Hell yes," said Chuck. "They've given me a bit of hassle in the past. Dave, all you had to do was mention Broughton. Now I know for sure this is all trumped up bullshit. But is it going to hurt you?"

"Absolutely not, Chuck. But don't let on that I told you that. In fact, do me a favor. If anyone asks or says anything, you can pass it right along that I'm in bad shape. Tell them I was so stressed out I could barely talk."

"Sure thing, Dave. And look, please let me know if there's anything I can do."

They said goodbye, and then Dave and Joyce walked around a bit. He could hear faint murmurs everywhere he went. Most of all he caught the stares of the men he knew were behind it all, and it seriously began to piss him off. Part of him was tempted to just tell them the truth right here, but he forced himself to hold off. 

He took Joyce by the elbow and steered her right towards a large group of men that included Preston Blackwell. With no hesitation he joined their group and interrupted their conversation. 

He murmured to Joyce, "Just play along."

Despite being quite a strong woman, Joyce was a bit overwhelmed at the hostility coming from this group, towards both her and Dave. They looked at them like they were little specks of dirt. Less than dirt. "Cold" did not even come close.

But Dave was not here for approval.

"Sorry to interrupt, gentlemen, but I wanted to introduce you to someone. This is Joyce Walker, and it looks like she's going to be my new Financial Officer. You all may be dealing with her in the future, since it appears that Fred Hayes is going to be... indisposed for some time."

Not one man shook Joyce's hand, or even acknowledged her presence.

Preston sneered, "Are you sure you're going to have a company in the future, Dave?"

Dave glanced at him. "We'll see. In the meantime, Joyce here has done a magnificent job for me, and-"




The Internship Ch. 06



One of the men cleared his throat. "Nasty business, there, Dave."

"Yes," Dave said, "That is why I'm here."

"Oh, and why is that?" said Preston. 

"Well, it looks like I may be interested in selling after all."

They stared at him. Someone said very condescendingly, "Now, Dave? With this scandal hanging over your head?"

"I'm just thinking about it, gentlemen, and I thought I should let you know. So if you want to cut the bullshit and think about an offer, I'm listening."

One of them looked pointedly at Joyce and said, "Well if that is the case, Dave, it goes without saying we're going to bring all new staff—qualified staff. Look at the way you run things, it's no wonder you—"

"Ah! That's enough, thank you. You know where I stand. I'll be here. Good afternoon."

"Those assholes!" fumed Joyce as they left. She was infuriated.

"I'm sorry to put you through that," Dave said. "But I had to do it. I want those ignorant pricks to think I'm caving. That I have no options. That everything's working as planned!"

"You have a lot of patience, Dave. I don't think I could wait to blow their sorry asses away."

"And just think: when the truth comes out, and you step into your new job, you can tell all these people to fuck off when they come begging for favors from you. What goes around comes around, Joyce."

"You got that right, boss."

+++

When Dave got home, the first thing he did was set up a conference call with his newly retained attorney, Peggy Sanford. He wanted to touch base with her.

"Hey, Peggy, how's it going back there?" Dave said.

"Hi Dave," she laughed. "I guess it's a good thing we met in that hotel, isn't it?"

"Yes," Dave said, smiling. "You've been a godsend! Very fortuitous I would say."

"Well, I'm happy to be doing this. Representing the interests of Wilson Enterprises is a fantastic first gig for me in this town!"

"Good, Peggy. So what's the news?"

"Ok, well, they're talking to Fred now."

"All right, as expected."

"But I need to hear from you. What do you want to do? Proceed as planned?"

"Absolutely. Let it roll. Drag me through the mud. Only once that hits the Raleigh papers do I want Fred to really start talking. You have my permission. Then, get some sort of deal—if they ignore the fraud in my case, he'll spill everything he knows about Broughton."

"Ok, Dave."

"Thanks, Peggy—again! You really are a lifesaver."

"It's my pleasure. Talk soon."

+++

The next few days Stacey spent working on her tan, playing on the beach and swimming while Dave was in town.

"How are you, baby?" Dave came up behind Stacey late one night in the kitchen and wrapped his hands around her waist. "I've barely seen you in two days."

Stacey turned around and put her arms around his shoulders.

"Oh I'm great. Got some good tanning in."

"I can see. You'll look fantastic for the party Friday night."

"What party?"

"I forgot to mention. Every year Brad throws a party for the conference participants. A big black tie affair. I'm sure he will hate to have us there, but unfortunately he doesn't have a choice. Anyone who participates in the convention has already had fees deducted for it. But we're going... if you want to, that is."

"Of course."

"So what else did you do today?"

"I spent most of the day with the Jamal. Oh I love him!"

Dave smiled. "You're going to make a great mother someday, honey."

At that Stacey's face fell a little. "Yes... I guess... um... "

"Hey, what is it?"

"Nothing. Let's talk about it later."

"All right. Hey, tomorrow, I'm totally free. What do you say I join you on the beach? I'd love to get in some swimming."

"Of course. How's everything else?"

"Perfect," said Dave. "Right on track. I'm feeling good. They're not going to know what hit them when I'm done with them. They think I want to sell my company."

"But you don't, of course."

"Of course not! But I want them thinking they have me beat. Up until the very end. Assholes. But let's not talk about that. Tell me what's on your mind. Come here."

He took Stacey outside to watch the beautiful sunset. She was cold, so he got a sweater and wrapped it around her before she sat on his lap. 

"It's beautiful tonight, isn't it baby?"

"Yes..." 

"Honey, tell me what's on your mind."

Stacey suddenly burst into tears and hugged him.

"What is it?"

She pulled back to look at him. "You know I love you more than anything."

"Yes, baby, I do."

"Well what if I do want to be a mother? I know I want a baby someday! What are we going to do?"

"Ah," said Dave. He should have known. In fact he was expecting this and had thought about it as well.

He looked at her. "I think you know the answer to that, baby."

Stacey looked at him with her eyes full of tears. "No, I don't. I really don't."

"Honey, let me be clear. We are not going to 'get married.' You are not having my baby. That isn't how this works."

"I know, I didn't think so."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," she said seriously. "I am sure. I know that's impossible."

"Seeing you these past few days... you looked so happy. And I want that for you. More than anything, I want you to be happy in life."

"But how can I be happy if I don't have you?" she cried, and burst into fresh tears.

"Shh... darling... don't stress so much about things that haven't happened yet." It was killing Dave to see her so upset. 

Stacey said through heaving sobs, "But it will happen!" 

"Honey, listen to me. I'm glad you brought this up. I've been meaning to talk about it. Let me tell you something. We have an... unusual relationship, I know that. Do you think I ever expected this? No, I didn't! But as great as it is, sweetheart, it's not as wonderful as the experience I've had being your father. There is no greater happiness. You are my child. I've raised you. You have given meaning to my life. I wouldn't trade any of that for the world, and I would never deny that to any other person in the world—especially for my own purely selfish reasons."

"So what are you saying?" Stacey said, in a fearful voice.

"I want you to have a 'normal'—uh, perhaps I should say, a more 'typical'—life. Whether I'm—I mean, we, us—are part of it or not. I want you to get married, and have children. With all my heart."

"But does that mean that I can't have you, too?" she said. 

That was a question Dave was not sure how to answer himself. 

They sat holding each other for a long time in silence, with Dave stroking Stacey's hair and shushing her tears. The night was so quiet, except for the waves crashing on shore. He didn't know what to say.

+++

The next day, they both woke up feeling different than usual. 

As perfect as this vacation was, the future loomed, with its problems and questions. Stacey leaving...the question of what was going to happen to them... gave a melancholy undertone to their paradise...but it also brought them closer than ever, and more appreciative of every moment. 

They both woke up desperate to see and hold and touch the other. Stacey rolled over into his arms, sighing, kissing, touching every part of him.

"I love you," she murmured. "I need you..." she said as she opened her legs and pushed her body into his. 

Dave woke up raging hard, on fire with need for her.

"I love you too," he moaned as he spooned her from the side, and slipped inside her so easily. She was unbelievably wet and ready.

"Oh, god, baby! You feel so good!" 

"Oh, love me, Daddy! Love me!" Stacey cried with each thrust. "I need you so much!"

Dave pushed into her hard and slow, filling her up so completely with his love. 

"There, baby, there..." he whispered. 

Stacey turned her head and they kissed deeply as he fucked her gently. 

As a slow, deep, tremendous orgasm swept over them, they both wondered how they could possibly ever live without this.

+++

Hours later, they were walking arm in arm down the beach—Dave in swim trunks and Stacey in a skimpy turquoise bikini.

"So I'll be heading into town to the convention center tomorrow," Dave said.

Stacey's mind was so full of their personal relationship she'd almost forgotten the other reason they were down here.

"Speaking of which... look," she said, pointing.

Dave glanced up. They happened to be passing by Brad Broughton's house, and he was having some kind of luncheon—a "power" luncheon from the looks of it. 

"Hmm... celebrating the demise of Wilson Enterprises, I bet," Dave said.

Stacey glared. "Why can't we just come right out and tell them?"

"We will. Later."

Just then, they saw someone on the beach walking towards them. It was Preston.

Dave nodded curtly. He didn't want to hear any bullshit from him.

"So what's the deal, Preston? Looks like you guys have me over a barrel, just like you wanted."

Preston stared at him. "I don't know. I'm talking to Brad tonight."

"Well make it quick. I want this over with."

Preston clenched his teeth together. "I think we're the ones who should be giving orders here, Dave, not you. The news from Raleigh just gets worse and worse."

"Yeah, how's that?"

"Well I hear Fred's in talks with the IRS as we speak." 

"Yeah, so?"

Preston looked at him. "Well it certainly would be terrible if your name got dragged into this. I mean, more than it already has."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Dave played along.

"Never mind," said Preston, worried he'd said too much. He then glanced briefly at Stacey, whom he'd avoided for the whole conversation. Jesus Christ did she look gorgeous. Her long hair was down, and that turquoise color made her eyes just luminous. 

He couldn't help himself. He just had to say something for her benefit.

"I'm...uh... sorry things have to end this way. We'll be in touch."

Dave stared after him as he left. "That was weird."

But Stacey knew what was going on.

"Never mind him. Let's get in the water."

"Right here?" Technically, they were on Brad Broughton's beach. The luncheon party at the house could see right down the slope to where they were.

"Yes, come on."

Stacey held his hand and led him into the cool water, perfect for swimming. She dove right in and splashed around, loving it. The calm surface was only broken by mild, gentle waves. 

"Come on! It's wonderful," she shouted, as Dave waded in behind her. He was aware of the stares of people at the house. What was she up to?

"Oh, this is great," he said, laughing, as he dove into deep water. 

They played around for a long time. It was exhilarating! Stacey's giggles and obvious delight lifted his mood. Who cares if people were watching? He made a show of picking her up and tossing her into the waves as she laughed. She dove between his legs and circled him like a fish. They made as much noise as possible.

After some time, Dave was standing in chest high water as Stacey swam up and put her arms around his shoulders. He turned her around so he was behind her and they were both watching the shore. 

He held her close, nuzzling his head into her neck and nestling his cock in the cheeks of her ass.

"So, baby girl... here we are."

Stacey caught Dave's seductive tone, and felt him growing harder and harder against her.

"I'm glad you chose this spot to play... look at all those people."

Stacey smiled and held him close. 

"Here we are, baby, just you and I...and nobody knows you've got your Daddy's hard cock pressing against you."

"Mmmm... no, they don't."

"Isn't that how we are? Haven't we always done things a little differently?"

"Yes, we have..."

Dave kissed her neck. "So maybe things will work out for us, somehow..." His hands traveled up to her breasts and he stroked her nipples. 

"You know I haven't talked too much about the money... but I'm going to have plenty of it, baby girl, which means you will, too."

"So trust Daddy, baby... anything's possible..." Dave said as he pushed into her. "You want to go back to the house?"

Stacey quickly nodded, smiling.

"Yeah? Spend the day in bed with me?"

"Yes," she whispered. She reached back and held his erection. "But how are you going to get out of the water like this?"

Dave laughed. "Hmmm... perhaps we should swim down here a little bit..."

They paddled down away from the crowd, and held hands as they walked back to the house. Dave picked her up and carried her inside giggling hysterically in his strong arms and laid her on the bed. 

"Tell me you're not sad anymore, Stacey baby... I can't stand seeing you sad."

Stacey smiled and shook her head. 

"No, and here's why."

"Why?"

"If I ever do get married, well, my husband's just going to have to understand. And that's that..."

"Ok," Dave said, recognizing that tone. "Sweet Stacey" had clearly made up her mind.

"I can't give you up. There's no way. And I do want a baby, eventually, so I guess that means I'll get married. But he's going to be someone different. Someone very special. Someone just like us. And that's all there is to it."

+++

The next day, Dave left early for the convention center, and Stacey spent the first part of the day with Joyce, Jamal and Josh on the beach.

Stacey was feeling much happier, like a giant load was lifted off her heart. She was glad she and Dave had talked. She relished playing with Jamal in the water and making him laugh for hours. 

"Oh you are so adorable!" she squealed as she brought him in for a hug. "I'm so glad you brought him with you, Joyce."

Joyce was lying on a lounge chair looking smashing in a yellow bikini, her hair done in braids again and a big floppy hat on her head. Her petite, curvy body was perfection. Josh was obviously smitten with her. He lay at her feet waiting to run and fetch her anything she needed. 

"You sure you don't need anything, darlin'?" he asked.

Joyce laughed. "I'm fine, honey. Well... actually... would you mind going inside and getting my laptop?"

"Sure thing," said Josh. 

Stacey laughed. "Nice, Joyce. You've got your own personal servant, there."

"Ah, thanks honey." Eager Josh set up Joyce's laptop for her and took up his place at her feet.

Joyce booted up her computer. A few minutes later they heard her gasp. "Oh my god!"

"What?" cried Stacey.

"Oh, listen to this. Here it is. Front page of the Raleigh business section: 'David Wilson, CEO, Implicated in Embezzlement Scandal.'"

"What else does it say," Stacey demanded.

"Listen:

Speaking on condition of anonymity, sources close to the investigation told us that David Wilson, CEO of Wilson Enterprises, will soon be questioned regarding improper reporting of corporate funds. His CFO, Fred Hayes, is currently being questioned and sources tell us he is the one pointing to Wilson. 'We don't know what's going on for certain,' the anonymous source said, 'But it looks like Hayes was not in on this alone, and may have been acting on orders from his Chief Executive Officer.'

This could not be worse timing for Wilson Enterprises, as David Wilson has been in talks to franchise his company...

"Damn it!" Stacey cried. "And that big party is tonight!"

"Oh, I wouldn't worry too much, Stacey. Dave knows all about this. But still..." Joyce smiled. "Should make for an interesting evening."

+++

Later that night, Stacey lounged on Dave's bed as he got dressed. She was already decked out in a slinky black dress. It had a demure front, but the back plunged almost down to her crack. 

Stacey's green eyes were sparkling. "You're infamous, Daddy. It was all over the papers today."

"Yes, I saw. It was to be expected."

"What will people say when we get there!"

"Oh, lots of nasty things, I'm sure. But that's fine. We're only going so I can talk to Broughton. I want to get things straight before tomorrow."

"What's tomorrow?"

"The last night of the convention. There's a formal dinner and the usual speeches. And that, honey, is when my deal will be announced. But only you and I know that."

Stacey came close to him and helped him fix his tie. 

"You look incredible tonight," Dave said as he ran his hands over her bare back. He found her slim waist and squeezed very tight. Stacey squealed and laughed as he spun her around. 

"You're going to have every man lusting after you!"

"But there's only one I care about," Stacey said, running her hands down to his ass. "You... and I can't wait to come back here and be with you tonight."

"Hmmm... can't get enough of me, I see."

"No," she whispered. "I can't. Ever!"

Dave held her face, looking into her eyes. He leaned down and gave her a long, sensuous, open-mouthed kiss, full of lustful promise. "You taste so good... my sweet baby girl..." he murmured, sucking her tongue into his mouth and pulling her head back, then kissing her throat. "My, sweet, sexy girl... Daddy's going to take good care of you later... are you ready?"

"Yes," Stacey smiled at her handsome father. "Let's go."

On the way, they picked up Joyce and Josh. Josh was wearing a white tux and a white cowboy hat; Joyce in a skintight white dress and brilliant red lips. They looked fantastic!

"Hi!!" Stacey smiled. "Look at you!"

"You ready, Dave?" smiled Joyce. "Let's go face the tribe."

+++

"Honey, stick close to Joyce and Josh while I'm doing a little business in here. I'm going to have to talk to Brad and friends for a while."

"Sure," Stacey said. "Who else would I want to talk to?"

They walked up a winding stone staircase to Broughton's magnificent mansion. Palm trees and rose bushes lined the way. 

By the time they got there it was 11:00 and the party was well underway, but Brad Broughton and his wife were still at the door welcoming guests. Brad, tall and silver-haired, looked every bit the gentleman, but his eyes were steely cold when he saw Dave. He reluctantly shook his hand.

"Can't believe you made it, Dave."

"Yes, well, I was hoping to have a little talk with you tonight. It's important."

"I expected as much. I'll see what I can do."

Dave and Stacey and the others headed to the bar and the catered food; they certainly had no desire to mingle. And every single snobby face in the party pointedly ignored them. 

"Friendly crowd," observed Joyce, feasting on crab cakes. "At least the food is delicious! Mmm, honey, can you get some of those oysters?" 

Josh obediently fetched Joyce a plate of delectable food while Stacey stood next to Dave, scanning the room.

"What a bunch of assholes," she murmured to Dave, who almost choked on his drink.

"Well we're not here to make friends."

They milled around and chatted for some time, mostly feasting on the wonderful food, before Dave got a curt nod from Brad Broughton.

"All right, I'm being summoned. I'm going to go have a little talk with these guys. See you soon."

Dave headed off, and Stacey went and talked to Joyce and Josh.

"How's Jamal? Who's watching him tonight?"

"Oh, my mother's here. She drove down today. She lives close by."

"That's nice for you." 

Just then, Stacey saw Preston approaching the bar. He was wearing a tux and had his usual old-fashioned cocktail in hand. He was obviously a little drunk. 

Before Dave's deal, Stacey had thought she'd have to wheedle information out him, but now, she really had no use for him... 

That is, unless... but no... she couldn't...

A wicked idea came into her head. And Daddy had said... and she knew when they got home... but no... she couldn't!

Preston obviously liked her. Perhaps... oh what a naughty idea, but she couldn't resist it!

She walked over and slipped next to Preston, and pretended to ask for a drink. He did a double take when he saw her. At first, he noticed her hair—blown out and straightened into long soft curls. It looked so pretty that way, different from her usual wild wavy style. But then, god, he saw her dress, and her body...Her glowing skin deeply tanned from days at the beach. That soft hair caressed it so sweetly. Her dress came down to the bottom of her back! Was she wearing a bra?