4 comments/ 134130 views/ 5 favorites Working Hard or Hardly... Ch. 01 By: SwtGrnApplCandy Working Hard or Hardly Working? Chapter 1 My boyfriend told me about a job opening at his work. I had been looking for work for a while, but I was unsure about the idea of working at the same place as him. I never thought it was a bright idea to date people I met at work, so how could getting work at the place where my boyfriend worked at be any better of an idea? He assured me we would not be working in the same area and it wouldn't seem like we were even in the same building. My interview was set. The position was for the receptionist of a home protection company. Home alarms, video cameras, lasers and sensors, the whole works. Depending on how much protection you wanted and how much you wanted to spend. This reputable company knew how to keep things covered for you and your home. As soon as I walked into the reception area I saw that they knew how to cover their employees also. Cameras were everywhere. Six just in this area that I could see right away. The front of the entry was all glass looking out to main road going into the city. The reception area was overwhelmed with a large marble wall that stood about 5 foot high. A frazzled looking receptionist greeted me. I was to meet Michelle for my interview and then she took me for a tour of the building... Michelle talked as we walked telling me the history of the company. Then she showed me to a door towards the back of the office area of the building. It led down a cinder block stairwell, she opened the door for me with her card and put her hand on my back as she held the door. As I stepped past her I felt her hand trail down my back and down to a quick feel of my buttocks. I was shocked a little as my face turned red from the sensation and tried to dismiss it as just an accidental touch. I stood on the landing pad of the stairwell that led both up and down. She made sure the door shut behind us and explained it was a tricky door. I don't know why, but my pulse was racing like a trapped bird in a cage with a hungry cat. But I couldn't explain why I was feeling this way. My senses seemed to be heightened as if Michelle was checking me out. But, that was silly, she is a woman, women don't check other women out. She said, "We will be going down." she gave me a funny grin and paused to scan my face for a reaction. "We will be going down to the meat of... or should I say the heart of the business now." As we went down the two levels to the last door in the well. She reached around my waist and told me, "Be careful, this stairwell is steep and could be dangerous in those sexy shoes you have on." I was taken back a little that she called my shoes sexy. I thought they were just modest pumps. Then she went on to say, "You have sexy legs to go with those shoes too, I must say! Do you work out?" This started me seeing a red light flashing thinking to myself "Oh My God, she IS hitting on me!" I answered her question with, "No, but I do try to take care of myself." "I can see that.", she said to me with a sly smile. Then I realized that it wasn't her that was making me see a red flashing light. We had finally arrived to the last door at the bottom of the well. It had a red rotating light to the side of it. Warning signs on the door and walls stating this is restricted area for authorized personnel only. Again, she used her card and punched in a few buttons and opened the door. Like before, she held the door for me and copped another feel of my ass. I didn't know how to take this intrusion of my bottom by a woman. As I stepped into the 'heart' of the business, the lights were low and the computer screens glowed an eerie green. I saw my boyfriend's head pop up from behind a terminal. Allen waved and smiled broadly at me when he saw me walk in. I had hoped he didn't see his lady boss's hand on my ass. Michelle explained how all the houses and businesses being service in our area was monitored twenty-four hours, seven days a week, non-stop right here. If there was a problem, they knew about it first. Whenever there is a situation they send out the proper response team to the premise immediately. She went on to say, "For the most part, its normally very quiet. We often have to come up with other ways to keep us busy." She had that grin on her face again. I started to think to myself, "She must be a lesbian. But she is really beautiful to be a lesbian. I thought all lesbians were butch looking?" This whole situation had me perplexed. Just when I finally made the conclusion that she was gay she said, "I see your boyfriend Allen has spotted us." She waved her one hand in front of us to direct me in the way to go towards him. Her other hand found its way again to the small of my back. I could feel my skin blushing on my torso and heading towards my neck. "We have some really good men down here working for us. Your Allen and my Charles." She stated. Her "Charles"! Her "Charles"? But I thought she was a lesbian? Maybe I had just read her wrong completely? Maybe she is just one of those touchy-feely people? But even the touchy-feely people I know don't go checking out the derriere like she did to me twice now. She announced that she and Charles had long since been engaged to one another but were having too much fun to get married. The two of them and Allen laughed. I just giggled nervously. I felt like I was missing something here. Charles and Allen showed me what they did and in short, how the system worked. Allen never talked much about his work other than his CO-workers were a lot more interesting than his actual work. I think 'interesting' was an understatement to describe Michelle and Charles. After the tour was over, Michelle had us return to her office. She shut her door behind her and asked me to have a seat. My training from high school came flooding back to the forefront of my memory. Especially the parts, of when you're in an interview, never sit down until you're asked or told to do so. I ran my hands over the backside of my skirt to make sure it was smooth as I sat down. It made my skirt taunt over my curves. Michelle stopped to stand beside me to watch me do this. She cocked her head like she was a bird in a perch watching something interesting on the ground. I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes for a second and then finally looked up at her and smiled sheepishly. This seemed to brake her trance she was in. She straightened up and patted down her form-fitting suit to her body. "SO!" she exclaimed as she took her seat and popped my resume and paper work upright and laid it straight in order on her desk. "When will you be able to start? Allen informed me that you had been looking for work for a while. So I assume you could start tomorrow if needed?" She said and added, "Because... you are needed." With a trace of the look she had on her face when she watched me take my seat. Slightly befuddled I stammered, "Um, yes, I could start tomorrow, but that is Friday. Wouldn't Monday be a better time to start?" "Do you want the job Melody, or not?" Her voice had a stinging tone to it. Almost threatening by the sound of it. "Oh! Yes! Yes! I didn't mean to imply that I didn't want the job. I want the job I was just...." I stammered and tried to recover. Michelle let out a soft chuckle and then took in a long drag of air into her lungs as she looked down at her desk while I insisted that I wanted the job. She then darted her eyes back up to me. They were so green, they looked like they were smoldering as she said, "Good! Be in the reception area at 7:45 sharp, tomorrow morning. I will be training you myself." "Yes Ma'am. Thank you Ma'am. I won't be late." The words leapt out of my mouth and my hand jutted fore ward to shake hers as my training had taught me to do back in high school. We shook hands but she wouldn't let go of my hand when the shake was through. "I will be looking fore ward to seeing you first thing in the morning." Her words seem more suggestive than professional. I let myself out the door as I saw Allen through the window of her office. She called to me that Allen could shut the door behind me and show me out. We said good byes once more. Once we made it outside and to my car door. Allen asked me, "Well? How did it go?" "I GOT THE JOB!" I yelp in glee and Allen embraced me, picking me up and swinging me back and forth and said, "I knew you would!" End of Part One. Working Hard or Hardly... Ch. 02 Working Hard or Hardly Working? Chapter 2 Allen said he knew I would get the job. It made me feel like he may have got the job for me. Or maybe he pulled a few favors? I wasn't sure but I was glad to get out of the building and head home to get into something more comfortable and sexy. Allen and I had been seeing each other for about two years now. He was my first boyfriend I ever had sex with. He complained a little now and then about having to wait on me to say yes to have sex with him. But he reassured me that he wasn't going anywhere and I was worth his wait. He has had to explain a lot of things to me, as I was pretty naive before meeting him. I guess I still am in some ways. I am pretty old fashioned and don't like to rush things. Our sex life is very good but it does seem to be in a small rut lately. I often feel like I am letting him down from his previous, more experienced girlfriends he had before me. We have talked about living together, but again, I don't like to rush into things. I really don't want to live with him now that we have had sex before we getting married. I want something to be new for our wedding, something to look forward to. Allen doesn't always agree to my wanting to wait, but he never argues them with me. He is a good guy and I am lucky to have him. As I drove home, the vibration of the road in my car seem to be more sensual than normal. I could feel I was very wet and very aroused. I wasn't sure where this was coming from as after our hug, Allen only gave me a quick peck on the lips and told me he had to finish up a few things inside. As I concentrated on trying to figure out where my stimulation started from thoughts of Michelle and her actions flooded my mind. Michelle had long dark flowing curly locks. Her eyes were bright green but ... Oh! How they were smoldering by the end of our interview. I squirmed in my car's seat at the thought of her eyes consumed me. As I shifted the gears down to come to a stop, my legs rubbed together while working the clutch and break, I could feel more wetness building between my pussy's lips. Michelle was probably five six at the most. She wore a subdued suit but couldn't hide her shape. Her bust line was very well endowed. Her waist was small. Her hips where round but smaller than her bust. Her skirt was uncommonly short and had a very high slit in it for a business suit. The suit was light blue and seemed to enhance her eyes. OH! Her eyes again! Why can I not get her out of my mind? Her voice seemed to be ringing non-stop in my head. Thoughts of her touches and suggestive comments rerun in my mind over and over again. She made me feel edgy and uncomfortable. I couldn't explain to myself why though. Why should a woman be making me feel this way? A woman can't force herself on me like a man could. A woman can't sexually attack another woman. I must be just in some silly mood caused by the excitement of a new job. I pulled into my parking spot to my apartment. Got to my feet and shifted and adjusted my skirt. My panties felt soaked. "Mmmm, I can't wait until Allen gets here to take care of me. I know it won't be a rut night tonight for us." I thought to myself as I walked up to my door. I climbed the stairs and opened my door. The scent of potpourri, flowers and candles that had been burned the night before greeted me as I entered my home. I inhaled deeply and sighed. I love the smell of my home. I walked passed my answering machine and hit the play button as I got undressed. "Hi Honey," It was Allen's voice, "I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to come over tonight. There was an emergency waiting for me when I got back in the building after you left. I had to dispatch and now make reports of the incident. It would be really late before I could get there." He paused for a moment and then said with mischief in his voice, "You know, it wouldn't be too late for me to come over if you would just let us live together." He finished the message with, "I miss and love you Babe. See you tomorrow for lunch." And he hung up. "Damn!" I thought to myself. I was looking forward seeing him and having him help me take care of this problem I had going on down here. I decided a hot shower is just what I needed to calm me down and help me relax. I needed something to get my mind on other things so I could be fresh for the morning. It turned out that the shower didn't help much. I held my hand held shower massager a little too long on my pussy... I leaned against the shower wall and thoughts of Allen's touch washed over me. I let out a moan and braced myself as I felt a wave peaking inside of me. "Mmm, Yes, Allen... yesssssssss" I muttered as the shower lapped my ready lips. Closer and closer I could feel the orgasm cumming and then something was uttered from my lips that startled even me... "Oh...Yes... Michelle!" My trance was broke. My pussy still ached from needing to release the built up orgasm. "WHY IS SHE IN MY HEAD?!" I yelled to myself. Angry at myself for ruining my own orgasm I dried off, put a towel on my head and stormed to my bedroom. "This is Allen's fault!" I grumbled to myself. "If he would have come over tonight, I would have him on my mind not her!" "What am I saying?" I continued to rant to myself, "Why is she on my mind anyway? I am not gay." I got into bed and reached for my phone. I called my mother to tell her the news of my new job. Mom updated me on the family news and reminded me that we were going to have a family get together soon and to be sure to invite Allen to come. She really liked him. I was glad, he was one of the very few of my boyfriends she approved of. After reading until I could read no more. I feel into a restless sleep. I woke up with a start and hurried to get ready for my new job. I wanted to get there at seven thirty to give myself plenty of time to be there waiting for my training to begin at seven forty five. Working Hard or Hardly... Ch. 03 I didn't think my pussy could get any wetter than it was last night, but I was wrong. I reached for a tissue by my bed to catch the excessive liquid excitement that had built up between my pussy lips from an exhausting night of tossing and turning. When I would wake up all hot and sweaty, I could not remember anything accept that I was horny as hell! I would roll over, wrap my limbs around a body pillow, and give it a few grinds until I would fall back into a fitful sleep. Once up for the morning I rushed around, chastising myself for not having everything laid out last night. The whole ordeal with my new employer hitting on me really threw me into a tailspin. I am still not sure if I was imagining things or not. However, I do remember exactly how she made me feel when she groped my bottom and gazed at me with her smoldering green eyes. I felt like this very seductive looking woman was hunting me and I had nowhere to hide from her. Michelle said she was going to be training me herself starting at 7:45, so I made sure that I was there at 7:30. I looked over my things and made note of them all like it was the first day back to school. The security company was right off the meridian road going into the state's capital city. It was placed right next to large woods that looked untamed. My mind slipped back to a wonderful memory of when Allen and I went hiking in a thick wood where we found a clearing and made passionate love in a stream of sunlight. It was like something you would see in a romantic movie, it was such a wonderful experience. I wondered if we could ever get away for lunch in those woods someday. My enchantment of that memory was shattered by a boisterous group of employees trying to get in a few last drags off their cigarettes before heading in for work. I had the feeling they were talking about me, because when I looked up at them, they all stopped talking. Finally, the comfortable moment was broken when one of the girls waved at me and called out Hello. I smiled and waved back at her, she was dressed in a tight knit dress that did not leave much to the imagination on her skinny frame. They all eventually turned and continued with their loud banter. As I looked at my watch for the 100th time, I noticed I should gather my things in my car and head to the door. I looked up and saw Michelle on the other side of the large glass plate. She slid her card and turned a knob on a lock to let me in. She greeted me in a very professional manner. Matter of fact, she was very professional all day long. She showed me the ropes of the switchboard, along with keeping track of all the incoming and outgoing mail. She told me all about the company's long history and went over all the rules and benefits of the job. Everything was very composed the first two weeks of my employment there. I hardly ever saw Michelle after my third day. She was quickly assured of my skills as a receptionist. I had finally convinced myself that I must have just misunderstood her actions that first day. ~*^*~*~*^*~۩~*^*~*~*^*~ The switchboard had been uncommonly quiet on the start of my third week with the company. Allen wasn't kidding when he said it would be as if we were not even working in the same building. I hardly saw him at all since I started. I was missing him terribly and my body was aching for him as much as my heart. I was really starting to feel we were growing apart. Maybe I should have him move in with me just so I could see him after a busy day and night at work. A ringing line brought me back to the reality that I was at work and I routed the call to the proper person. I looked at the digital read out on the switchboard and realized that twenty minutes had pasts and only one call had come through about fifteen minutes ago. I was about ready to call someone to see if there was a problem when I heard the door behind me buzz and click and Michelle walked through the door way. She was wearing that blue suit again, that hugged her form and made her green eyes even more penetrating. It was the suit with the uncommonly short skirt for business attire, with the very high slit up the back. She seemed to be walking like a cat on the prowl as she approached me and said, "Have the phones been quiet for you this morning?" Surprised, I replied, "Yes, they have almost been completely silent this morning; I was about ready to call someone to see if there was a problem." "There is no problem. It's the end of the month and I need to show you a few things that I have not trained you on yet." She said this with an emphasis on the word 'trained'. "Oh. Umm, Okay." I stammered, I had that strange feeling again that I was becoming a creature of prey again and she was the predator. Michelle continued, "At the end of the month your paper work will double because you need to send out reports to all the other satellite offices. On the last day of the month, I will transfer all your calls to the secondary switchboard that is located near Connie Smyth's office. Since you're familiar with how the mail works and how to handle the protocol of the front desk, its best to let you work up here and not be distracted with calls. The paper work will more than likely take you all day to sort, stuff and get the mailing papers filled out for pick up." She was talking quickly and I scrambled to find my note pad and pen to take notes on what she was saying. While I was doing that she pulled a chair up next to mine, almost too close for comfort. I would find moments to interject an "alright" or "Okay" into the pauses of her fast moving instructions until she settled into sitting closely on my left side. "Oh," she said as she stood up once more. Her breasts were right at my eye level, "Let me help you out of your headset, you wont be needing it today." She gingerly took the headset off of me. I felt strange, as if she was belittling me like a child who couldn't do it for myself, not to mention her breast right in my face. There was no reason for her to be that close but she took the head set and placed it on my right hand side. This caused her to bend her whole body across my lap. I could see the roundness of her ass and the slit up the back of her skirt showed off her inner thigh, it was almost possible to see where her legs would have come together, but I tried not to look. As she sat back down in her chair, she slid her breast against the length of my upper arm. Then she whispered in my ear, "There, now isn't that much better... Melody?" I looked at her out of the corner of my eyes and answered. "Um, yes. Thank you." OKAY, I know now she IS hitting on me, especially since I could feel her hand starting to rub up the inside of my thigh! My hand moved in a flash to on top of hers to stop her from making her way up my skirt. My terrified eyes met her smoldering green intense gaze. "Oh! I'm sorry." She said coolly like nothing really happened. "I was going for the drawer over here. I guess my hand slipped." Mischief danced in her eyes as she reached over to the hanging folder drawer on my right hand side. She got out a large batch of delivery slips. I could feel her breast pressing on my arm and lap now. Finally, I pushed my chair back and out of her way. "I'm sorry, I guess I am in your way, would you like to trade chairs or something." I asked, trying to act cool in this most uncomfortable sexual situation. "I would like something," she purred, "And I will move to get it." With that Michelle dropped down before me on her knees. She took her hands and quickly forced my knees apart. I gasped at this bold move by her and let out a little yelp. "Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh," she hissed, "It's ok... your shy... we can fix it." With that she crawled under the desk and with both hand on the arms of my chair pulled me towards her so quickly that my feet drug under myself. She quickly grabbed me from around my ass and pulled my hips forward and to the edge of my chair. "AH!" I cried. She was much stronger than I had ever imagined a woman could be. Or maybe just the shock of what was happening paralyzed me. "Shoosh shh shh shhhh shhh." She continued to murmur to me as she put one arm around my waist and the other hand pressing two fingers over my lips. I was out of my mind trying to process what was going on. I was trapped in my chair underneath her. Her face was now close to mine. She wet her lips before she spoke, "Melody," she paused as if to waiting for me respond and I let out a whimper, "My dear, dear Melody." She gazed at my lips under her fingertips, "Don't disappoint me, my dear. You don't want to go back out into the world looking for a job again do you?" I whimpered a 'no' and shook my head accordingly. "Melody," she said my name again and paused as if she just liked to say my name over and over again, "Mmmm, play nice and you can keep your job. Besides, you know no one would believe you if you ever told about what just happened, or should I say going to happen? Just be quiet, relax and just enjoy it." End of Part Three (Yes, there is more to cum, baby. Stay tuned) Working Hard or Hardly... Ch. 04 "Melody," she said my name again and paused as if she just liked to say my name over and over again, "Mmmm, play nice and you can keep your job. Besides, you know no one would believe you if you ever told about what just happened, or should I say going to happen? Just be quiet, relax and just enjoy it." With that she gave me a quick kiss on my nose. Once again, making me feel like a child. Her hands snaked up my legs under the full skirt of my dress. She stared into my eyes, I felt like she was looking into my soul as I clutched my chair. I couldn't understand why this is happening to me. I am not a lesbian; I never led her on or did anything to provoke this. I felt her nails find the band of my panties. It was a warm day so I wore sandals with no panty hose. Melissa started to tug them down over my hips. "Help me out here, Melody. Be a good girl and lift your bottom so I can get these off." She ordered. "But..." I stammered. "SHUSH! Just do as you're told." She commanded. Reluctantly, I lifted myself and before I knew it she had my panties off and threw them in the trash can beside her. I slammed my knees shut. "No, no, no my little dove, this won't do." Melissa said as she put her hands on my knees. "Open up for me and slide back down to the end of the seat, so I can feast my eyes on your pretty pussy." I was frozen and horrified. "NOW!" she barked. I moved quickly back to the edge of my chair. She didn't move so I had no choice but to spread my legs around her. "Better," She cooed, "now be a good little girl and lift your skirt for me to see that little pussy." I shut my eyes tight and gulped as I my hands shook and my fingers walked my skirt up to the top of my thighs. "Now Melody," Melissa's tone was that of an adult chastising a child being lax in their lessons. "What did I tell you to do, little dove?" "Sh sh show you my..." I stammered with my eyes still clenched shut and my chin quivering. I felt her soft hand stroke my cheek. "My... you really are innocent aren't you?" She said in a soft tone. My eyes opened slowly to see her gazing at me tenderly. When our eyes met it seemed to take her out of a momentary trance. "I said... show me your pussy." She said sternly. I glanced at my lap. "I can't see it." She continued. My hands shook,tears started to well up in my eyes and the edge of the chair was cutting into my tender bottom cheeks. I could feel myself growing slick with fear. My mind was screaming out, "WHY!! WHY!! WHY!! Why is this happening to me?" but what came across my lips was a trembling "Please..." "Now is not the time to beg little dove.... That comes later." Melissa said as she grabbed hold the front of the arms of my chair. "Now is the time to show me your pussy." Just then the front door buzzed. It was the courier delivery man. I know with the reflective privacy film on the large plate windows to the front of building he could not see inside. With the large marble wall that made the front of my reception desk, I know he could not see Melissa on her knees before me. "Who is it?" She asked quickly. "It's the courier, Dan." I responded. She ducked further under my console and pulled my chair towards her, forcing my leg even further apart and pinned once again under my chair, making me sit upright and my pussy jutting off the edge of the chair. "Cover me!" Melissa barked and I flipped my skirt over her. "Buzz him in." Not knowing what else to do, I did what she commanded. I buzzed Dan in. Although I had stopped looking at other guys to date years ago when I met Allan, I couldn't help but notice Dan's muscular build. He was handsome, his uniform shirt tapered down into his belted shorts that showed off his shapely legs down to his matching work boots. His hair was lightened by the sun and he kept it clean, short and neat. He had blue eyes that sparkled when he smiled, and he smiled a lot. Dan tucked his clipboard and the envelopes under his arm, swung open the door and bounded up the stairs two at a time to my reception counter. "Hey there, Melody! I got eight of them for you today, cutie." Dan said as he laid down the envelopes and started to mark them off of his clipboard. Just then I felt Melissa run her hand down my pussy. I jumped with a gasp. Dan looked at me surprised and said, "I'm sorry. Did I startle you? Oh man, and did I make you cry?" "No... no... what? I answered, confused. "Mom always warned me not to make the girls cry... you have a tear on your cheek. Are you okay? He said in his attempt to be funny and concerned. Touching my cheek and recalling the tears I just recently shed, Then Melissa started play with my pussy some more. "OH!" I exclaimed as I jumped at the touch of her and told Dan, "Oh... no, I'm fine... I'm fine." "Well, I know you're fine, cutie." He said with a playful wink, "But are you ok? What could be so bad on such a beautiful day to make such a pretty girl cry?" He nodded back to the outdoors while giving me an empathetic look. "Oh, it's nothing.... Really." I said as I wiped my face dry and tried to recompose myself, "How is the weather out there?" I asked as I felt Melissa starting to blow air on my pussy, making me squirm. Dan chatted about the temperature and his plans to go to the lake that weekend as he signed off each letter and passed them to me to check in and sign off. Melissa's breath changed to her teasing her tongue up and down the split of my pussy lips. I jumped and squirmed on the edge of my chair, and Melissa jerked the chair closer to her almost knocking me off my perch. My breathing became more sporadic and my body started to tremble as her tongue delved deep in my crevasse. "Are you sure you're ok? You're trembling and your voice sounds kind of funny." He asked looking at me out of the corner of his twinkling eye. "I'm fine, it's just the air conditioning is set really high... and... ummmm.... Mmmmm..... mmmm...." I let out a whimper trying to explain myself as Melissa started to suck on my clit and slip a finger inside of me. "I'm... I'm... just cold...OH!" "Humph! You sound like you're really hot. What's going on behind this monstrous marble wall?" He started to get a look of mischief on his face. "Nothing!" I answered defensively, "I'm fineeEEEEOUUUWWW!!" I cried out as Melissa bit me hard on my clit. I jumped up and stumbled back until I was caught by the wall behind me. One of my hands flew to my sore clit and the other cover my mouth. My face was crimsoned red. "Hey now! You can't stand there and tell me there isn't something wrong now..." Dan's voice went to mischievous to determination, "What's going on!" Then Dan heard a rhythmic knock come from under my counter top. "Oooh, so it's You... You vixen, Melissa! Come on out from under there. You are a bad, baaaaaaaad lady to treat poor Melody like that." Melissa giggled as she crawled out from under the counter, she patted herself down and straightened her suit as she said, "What can I say, I like to give my special employees hands on training." Dan smiled broadly at her and said, "I don't know about how much hands on you had... but you have something all over your face. Come here..." Melissa bent over the counter and Dan took his hand to wipe off her face of my juices. He looked at his now wet hand, smelled it... looked at me and said... "Smells nice..." then he licked his hand and looked at me..."you taste nice too." He paused and then looked to Melissa and said, "By the way, I have a special delivery for the side of the building, have you trained her on that yet?" Melissa smiled at him and said, "No, I haven't trained her on that yet. The phones are slow today and it would be as good of time as any to train her on the side deliveries." "Good," Dan answered. "I will bring the truck to the side of the building while you get someone to cover the desk." Melissa agreed and picked up the phone and pounded in a few numbers. I stood in shock as the two of them went about their business like nothing happened. Like it wasn't bizarre that the courier just caught my boss eating me out in a professional office. Now it seemed I was just to jump right back into work with her for more training. As my mind swam my pussy continued to tingle and throb from the abusive intrusion it just experienced. I was brought back by hearing Melissa speaking to Maxi on the phone advising her to come and cover the front desk. Melissa turned and looked at me still being held up by the wall. "Are you going to be ok?" She asked me and paused, just as I opened my mouth to answer her she said, "Don't answer that. Just follow me." Melissa started to head down one of the twin stair cases to the large windowed entrance. I opened my mouth to mention that the desk was not covered yet when she snapped at me, "SHUSH! COME!" I couldn't help but think... who is this woman that has taken control over me? I know the job market is bad, but... surely I could find something where I would not be sexually harassed by this bullying lady sex devil. As if she could read my mind, she looked over her shoulder and told me, "Before you think about walking out on this job, just know that I have been working in security for a long time. I know a lot of powerful people in powerful places. It's my job to know things and I have clearance to do my own investigations. I know everything there is to know about you, little dove. I know it's been three years since your last job. I know your unemployment ran out six months ago and "Mommy and Daddy" have been paying your rent for you. They recently told you that they could no longer pay for your expenses and that if it was to keep up, you had to move back home with them." She made it down to the door and waited for me there and continued. "I know you don't want to do that and I know that the job market is worse now than ever. I also know that you are not qualified for any other job making the pay and benefits you get here. You would not even be here if I didn't have a soft spot for Allan and he begged me to give you a job. DON'T disappoint me, DON'T talk back to me, DO as you're told and you can KEEP your job. If you don't, I promise you, you and Allan will both be out of work. And, those "powerful people in powerful places" and I will see to it that you do NOT get hired any time soon. I will make sure you don't get unemployment, I will keep the benefit strings tied up forever." The look in her green eyes scared me half to death. I heard the buzz and click of the door up the stairs behind my desk at the reception area. I saw the skinny girl that said hello to me in the parking lot my first day take a seat and smiled at me. Maxi then waved to us and said, "Have fun!" as she pushed the button to buzz us out of the building. I stared up to Maxi wide eyed and wondered if she had any idea what just happened and wondered why she said to "have fun". Melissa grabbed my wrist with jerk and commanded, "Come." I stumbled through door and before it closed I saw Maxi grinning and continuing to waving to us.