The Intern by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

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Luv Karen

Kelly had been the daughter of an old friend who had graduated but having no experience found getting her first job difficult, so her mother had approached me about an internship. I wasn’t keen on having anyone around that wasn’t getting paid but I spoke to my boss as he was dashing out the door on a Friday night, and I got his infamous “Yeah whatever, deal with it.” So I had. I’d drawn up a training plan that meant she would be rotated through various departments after taking any appropriate courses and implemented it.

Of course once he’d met her and realised she wasn’t expecting to be paid he immediately put her on the payroll in a year’s temporary position as a trainee photocopier which was as low on the pay scale as we could go but at least it meant fewer questions about unpaid labour and also covered us insurance wise. Kelly was polite, quick to learn and no job was beneath her, she fitted in very well.

It had worked out very well for us as by the time she was finishing the market place was picking up and we were just about to start hiring again. Kelly had had her choice of jobs from the various sections she’d worked in.

Kayla got to hear about it and decided she wanted an internship as well. Kayla had made my sister’s life hell at school so I wasn’t so keen but her family had the ear of my boss’s boss’s boss so we weren’t given much choice. On her first day I was summoned to the 17th floor. “This is my sister in law’s daughter Kayla. I have agreed that she will have an internship with us but I’m concerned that she doesn’t yet understand the value of money or how to be polite so she will spend a year with you learning how to get on with people. It will be difficult for both of you but to make it easier for both of you I will take no further part in this. I think it’s time she took some responsibility for her actions after demanding a course in Fine Arts then finding there wasn’t any jobs afterwards. She certainly needs some discipline. Kayla if I get one complaint from you I will take it as an indication you have failed to accommodate someone. I’ve given her an incentive to survive the year and see how the other half lives. One last thing she has no dress sense whatsoever so take her away and dress her appropriately here’s some money to pay for it, I’ve arranged for her pay to be deposited in your bank account otherwise she’ll spend her rent money.” Kayla smirked and held her hand out but was ignored and the envelope placed in mine.

I looked at what she was wearing definitely not office professional more like Goth art school student trying to get noticed. We left and she started telling me what she wanted. She wanted to be brought to the attention of the rich, wealthy and influential and she didn’t want to be shunted around different departments in fact she’d decided she wanted to work for my boss and perhaps she’d marry him, well that was going to happen over my dead body.

We arrived back at our 7th floor office. Steve greeted me with “Oh is this the infamous Kayla?” Didn’t seem promising to me. “Have you worked out what to do with her? Marketing have already let me know they’re too busy for the next year to even think about having her and the other divisions didn’t sound too enthusiastic either. Does she have anything that merges in with the office rather than clashes?” “You could speak directly to me when I’m here instead of ignoring me.” “Well yes but you obviously don’t have any idea of what acceptable dress in the office is do you so better to ask the expert.” He turned back to his desk.

I looked at her “We’d best go shopping I think.” I took her to Winners an off-price department store and we looked through the racks looking for a business outfit. Kayla found a skirt she liked but then complained that they didn’t have her size, true but what does one expect in an off-price department store. I was starting to have the germ of an idea and a bright pink frilly garter belt seemed to leap out at me. Four pairs of seamed stockings, a pin striped tight skirt with jacket, a low cut bra and a pair of trashy black heels that looked like they rubbed on the heel. She’d be in agony by the end of the day. Not only that but wearing a jacket without a blouse on meant she’d be rather warm in the office and if she bent forward her cleavage in the low cut bra would be on view, should be good for her posture, back straight, elbows in.

We got back to the office and Steve reminded me we had a trip that I’d forgotten about but he’d arranged for Mrs. Grimwade to supervise Kayla in the mean time. He approved of Kayla’s new office attire and stopping only to introduce Kayla to Mrs. Grimwade we shot off to the airport to stand in the security line. Mrs. Grimwade used to run the word processing pool and terrorise the staff. The trip was uneventful, well two flights were cancelled, Steve’s luggage went for an overseas trip but that was OK as I keep a spare shirt and pair of socks for him in my carry on bag.

Monday rolled round and I went down to Mrs. Grimwade’s office to collect Kayla. She was stood practically to attention in front of Mrs. Grimwade’s desk whilst Mrs. Grimwade ran down a list of faults she’d found the previous Friday. Talk about picky, for a moment I felt sorry for her but then I remembered her treatment of my sister. I knocked on the panel “Thank you for looking after Kayla, I’ve come to collect her.” “You’ll want these notes I’ve made about her. I’ve already sent copies to her personal file together with the fact she’s been formally verbally warned five times.” I took the six pages of proffered notes and skimmed through them. Two minutes late back from lunch, leaving the office a minute before time, had to be told about her seams not being straight nineteen times, serious stuff.

As we walked back to the office Kayla asked “Is she for real?” “Very much so I’m afraid.” “Do the warnings mean anything?” I explained to her the process for firing someone so yes they really did mean something. “Oh.” It seemed she was in culture shock such a pity in one so young. “I’ll take you through my normal office routine, first I scan his emails to see if there are any I can deal with, then I make him a coffee.” Kayla was bug eyed at this, I wondered how much more I could get her to swallow. I took her to the small kitchen we have, it has a kettle, microwave and a fridge freezer. The freezer bit I keep stocked up with frozen meals suitable for lunch or later if we want to work late. I didn’t mention that Steve made me coffee as frequently as I made him one, he wasn’t going to whilst Kayla was around if I could help it that was for sure.

“Now the next thing is to see if he needs relaxing and I think he does this morning.” I gave him a warning look we’ve worked together now for so long he can practically read my mind before kneeling in front of him and unzipping his slacks. I could practically feel the disbelief rolling off Kayla, Steve bless his heart kept a straight face as I gave him the first Blow Job he’d ever received from me. “There he’s practically ready, do you want to let him empty himself into your pussy or shall I let him use mine?” Kayla’s mind was in conflict she wanted to make a good impression on him so didn’t dare refuse. She answered by pulling hiking up her skirt and nonchalantly sitting on the edge of the desk with her legs wide apart as she pulled her knickers to one side. “Mine’s ready.” Steve stepped up to her and, the best way I can describe it was, used her to relieve himself.

She’d taken the bait. “Steve’s giving a Christmas party this evening for the rich and famous, would you like to help out, you should meet some interesting people.” Behind her Steve glared at me as if I was mad, but put a polite mask on and said the more help they had serving drinks the better they’d flow.

At lunch time I dashed out to assemble three matching French maid’s outfits, quarter cup black bras, tiny black skirts with petticoats that were cut away at the rear to show off a pair of frilly knickers, garters, black seamed fish net stockings, lace caps, choker, and wrist cuffs. I found six tiny bells and some white ribbon. I called my sister and begged her to find two pretty girls who would help out this evening and gave her the sizes of clothes that I’d brought.

Steve caught me in the elevator “Yes she’s a bitch, and yes it’s personal, but please play along. You didn’t mind your Blow Job too much did you?” “It was delightful, exactly as I’ve been dreaming it would be for the last three years.” I steeped in closer and kissed him on the cheek. “Thank you for the compliment, kind sir.”

I told Kayla to be there by seven thirty. Brooke’s friends were there by seven fifteen and looked startled when I explained what I wanted them to do and how they were to be dressed but were really good sports. When Kayla arrived late at seven thirty five the two girls were already changed into their French maid’s outfits and helpfully helped Kayla into hers. “Best use the bathroom now, later on they’ll be queuing.” Kayla looked round for a blouse or top to cover her breasts but the girls just laughed at her. “No silly it’s to get attention, we’ll be there dressed the same now don’t go prim on us.” They both took one nipple each and suckled it so it was hard leaving an imprint of red lipstick around each nipple then tied a small bell on with ribbon before doing their own the same way. Kayla felt a little exposed as they led her to me. “Hi Kayla you look really good if a little shy so why don’t you come with me to the ball room and just hand round a tray of drinks whilst these two young ladies can shake their bells at the guests as they arrive in the foyer.”

I carried her off to the ball room where she wouldn’t be able to see the other two slip back and change into more respectable outfits. Sis had sent over a few older brothers of girls Kayla had picked on at school and they were there in the ball room dressed in Tuxs and holding up the walls. I don’t remember whose brothers they were but I introduced them to Kayla “Here’s a couple of friendly faces for you, I understand their sisters were at school with you.” “Joe, Ashley’s brother.” “Jack, Sarah’s brother, she often spoke of you.” “Sam, Samantha’s brother just back from an overseas deployment.” Sam was practically undressing Kayla with his eyes. “I hope to see more of you later.” There was almost a touch of menace in his voice as he spoke the words quietly. It certainly sent a shiver down my spine, I’d have to have words with sis later about not introducing these interesting guys to me before. Kayla suddenly looked a little pale at his words so I carried her off to meet the Colonel scooping up a single malt for her to serve him as we passed by. He’s retired these days but he appreciates a pretty girl as much as the next man especially one showing as much as Kayla was. He was sitting bolt upright in a very military manner. “Colonel, meet Kayla and your single malt.” “About time to, a man could die of thirst waiting for a drink here.” “Well I was just a tiny bit late.” admitted Kayla, “Barely five minutes.” I added, “In my young day you’d have been over my lap like this.” He seemed to move his arm quite quickly and Kayla was sprawled across his lap. “Knickers off and a quick spank for each minute late, only way to treat servants.”

Joe reached over and pulled Kayla’s knickers down and clear of her high heel platform stripper shoes. “Now Colonel, you’re not as young as you were. I suggest you have a little rest between spanks.” There was an indignant splutter from Kayla which caused the first spank. “Be quiet girl have you no discipline at all. It’s an extra spank for each outcry.” I drifted away noticing as I did so that Steve had come up unseen behind Kayla and eased first a well lubricated remote controlled bullet followed by one that still had its wires attached. He switched on the wired controller and velcroed it to her waist band at the back before stepping back. We do work so well together.

Believe it or not the Colonel kept her over his lap for nearly thirty minutes. First giving her a spank then taking a sip of single malt before gently rubbing the area he’d spanked. From his expression he was reliving something from his time in foreign parts. You could see people turning round to see where the gentle jingling was coming from as Kayla’s bell’s jingled in time to the vibrators buried inside her. Her butt was much admired and a number of gentlemen tried the speed control on the wired vibrator to see how it worked. So much for jewellery, something with wires and knobs to twiddle seems to hold much more man appeal.

Jack came across and pulled pair of knickers over her heels and up her long legs. Kayla was pleased to be let up, but not so pleased when Joe gave her a tray to hold with Velcro straps to hold her wrists to the tray which prevented her from reaching the bullet controller attached to her waist band. Joe placed a dozen glasses of white wine onto her tray and I guided her towards a charming society hostess who just happened to be Ashley’s godmother. “You must be Kayla Davis, Cynthia’s child.” She announced in a loud carrying voice. “It’s so nice to see the young take an interest in the elderly. The Colonel looked as if he was reliving his memories when you were with him. So thoughtful of you child, I was admiring your brass bells in the true spirit of Christmas.” Kayla looked as if she wanted to slip away but my three sheepdogs were alert and Kayla gave the impression the last thing she wanted to do was find herself in a corridor alone with any of the three. Her cut way skirt at the back revealing her crotchless knickers certainly attracted a lot of attention.

I managed to find four talkative females who kept repeating Kayla’s name and going on about how she’d grown since they’d last seen her. Kayla was torn between her wish to meet the local society, the rich and famous but not to be labelled as too fast, you could see she desperately wanted to escape. Although a number of society hostesses seemed amused one in particular approached me and asked if I knew much about her. “Only that she studied fine arts. I believe some art school students are prone to wearing outrageous attention getting clothes.” I dig a bit of snooping myself and found out she had a son, Anthony, of about the right age to be interested in Kayla, poor lady.

The music was playing and Steve came to her rescue carrying her off onto the dance floor, he unclipped one wrist and the Colonel did the other giving her a leer as he did so. The lights dimmed and the slow dances began. I slipped in behind her and pulled the wired vibrator out from her pussy and unclipped the controller from her belt. “Looks like someone has been playing tricks on you.” I spoke loudly near her ear and she nodded, clinging to Steve as the music played. We left her on the dance floor for an hour, with the remote controlled bullet left in place still vibrating, the sheepdogs ensuring she remained there whilst having her pussy completely open at the rear meant she was well fondled. Certainly enough to ruin any reputation she might have retained, especially when the remote controlled bullet slipped out and caused a panic as a girl who saw it fall and lie twitching thought it was a mouse and screamed. All in all I was well satisfied.

When she arrived the next morning Staff Relations rang down and invited her up for an interview. Staff Relations are the specialist and more aggressive part of Human Resources that deal with problem staff usually by getting rid of them. On her return she seemed a little subdued and quietly did the tasks I set her. Over a cup of coffee she asked about the cost of apartments as she only had the hotel room until the end of the week. I sat down with her and we looked at how much she was earning on minimum wage and what 25% of this amount came to. Then we looked at the price of apartments. There was a very large gap. Well I wasn’t having her at my place and neither was Steve. She looked at me and read the message in my eyes. “Does the Colonel live by himself?” This seemed a bit extreme “Are you sure?” She looked at me, “You know when I was on his lap I felt safe, I knew he wouldn’t really hurt me, but he was making the decisions for me so I didn’t have to worry. It’s been made very clear to me that I have to get through the next year on my own resources and I can’t afford an apartment. Do you think he might take pity on me and help correct my faults?” I called the Colonel and he agreed to see her. “Tell her to be prompt at 5 pm.” She brightened at this “Oh I’d better be exactly two minutes late then hadn’t I?”

Our local theatre has a perennial struggle to keep going financially and Steve to appease somebody’s wife had volunteered my services to do the accounts. I haven’t decided what it’s going to cost him yet but he’ll get a bill eventually. However I came across an interesting tit bit, there is a very discreet group that uses the rehearsal studio, a rather intimate area with not that many seats once a month and I didn’t understand if it needed just the studio or the entire theatre, we were charging them for the entire theatre. I rang the organiser to discover more, perhaps we could rent out the main theatre to someone else at the same time? Did BDSM mean anything to me? Innocent that I am I had to have it explained. Would I like to come down to their next meeting and get a better idea? I was welcome to bring a friend or two. I accepted the invitation and printed off the consent forms she sent.

How wicked and devious could I be? “Steve have you ever been to one of these dungeon things?” “What Dungeons and Dragon?” “Something like that at the theatre in the rehearsal studio on Monday night.” “Sounds as if it could be interesting, OK.” Kayla was a pushover. “Monday night Steve and I are going to a performance at the studio in the theatre, want to come?” She might not trust me but a night in Steve’s company was something she couldn’t resist. She had me call the Colonel to get permission to be out late on Monday evening.

She was excited and nervous at the same time when we arrived and was chattering nervously away when we arrived at the theatre and were introduced to the Master of Ceremonies for the evening who was dressed in soft black leather and wearing rather heavy makeup. He was flanked by two very female assistants dressed as Santa’s helpers with long legs covered in fishnet tights, I gave Steve a quick dig with my elbow just in case he’d even thought about staring. “Welcome darlings welcome.” He sidled up to Steve and ran his hand over Steve’s butt “It must be your first time here, I’d never forget a wonderful butt like this.” Kayla’s jaw dropped and she stood there with her mouth open. As quick as a flash he’d pulled out a ball gag and popped it in. His assistants stepped forward and did the straps up. “There now didn’t your mother tell you not to go round with your mouth open, very rude. Actually it’s all a bit of fun and adds to the wonderful atmosphere.” He turned to me “Now I’m depending on you to keep this young lady occupied and I’ll look after this wonderful handsome gentleman.” I exchanged looks with Steve.

“Hand in your forms at the desk ducks and for those of you brave enough to sign as participants rather than observers I can truly promise you an evening to remember.” He stepped away to greet the next guests. “Maurice darling it’s been so long.” I ushered the others towards the desk before the MC described in full detail what it was that was so long. Steve handed in his form and was handed a number on a ribbon to hand round his neck. I placed mine face down on the counter and turned to make a remark to Steve as Kayla put hers down as well. She scooped up my number and hung it round her neck leaving me hers. Obviously she didn’t trust me after the last affair.

We took our seats in the front row Kayla slipped into the seat next to Steve so she was sat between us. I looked round Kayla wasn’t the only girl wearing a ball gag. There was quite a lot of expensive leather there as well. The MC arrived at the front and introduced the first act. We had a young female innocent looking comedian to warm us up “Mother told me I needn’t put anything in my mouth that I was uncomfortable with, and then she served spinach!” was the least risqué of her jokes.

“And now the moment you’ve all been waiting for direct from Japan Akio will introduce us to the mysteries of the orient. A big hand please for Akio.” An obviously Japanese magician steeped forward into the lime light. He took his top hat off and placing it on the table he put in his hand and out came a white rabbit. He looked round as if he needed somewhere to put it down or someone to hold it. The MC came to his rescue, “You’d like an assistant?” Akio nodded enthusiastically. The MC took the top hat and brought it across to Kayla, “Could you be so kind as to reach into the hat and draw out a number?” Kayla put her hand in and pulled out a card with the same number as she had round her neck. “Step this way please.” Kayla stepped on to the stage and moments later the magician was pulling scarves out of her ears as she held the rabbit. I glanced down at the discarded hat, every card seemed to have the same number on it.

The magician tapped his magic wand and there was a puff of smoke and the rabbit had disappeared. He led Kayla by the hand and sat her in a chair. Her wrists were strapped to the arms. The MC raised his hand for silence. “Now as you all know we take safety and consent very seriously here in the club, so on the screen above you you can see this exhibitionist young lady has bravely indicated there are to be no limits and no safe word, a very big hand for our brave volunteer please.” Kayla looked as if she wanted to protest but with the ball gag and strapped to the chair she could do very little.

Akio spoke his first words slowly and hesitantly “At home we have the fashion for the female orgasm on stage and so we start.” He produced a wand massager and moved it over Kayla’s body. Then he motioned to a member of the audience to take a second one and to hold it over her breast. Steve moved closer to me “Odd dungeons and dragons?” “Oh I must have got confused we could leave if you like?” “Best stay to keep an eye on Kayla, though I’m surprised she signed such an open release form.” An eye, he had both eyes glued to the girl still I couldn’t blame him most of the audience were in the same state.

Soon Kayla was surrounded by three men and a woman, first her legs were tied to the chair, her hands were tied above her head, and while she was helpless the team worked together to arouse her.

As she started to become visibly aroused so her outer clothes were cut off with scissors, no simple job as she was wearing slacks, the female member of the team directed the others when and what to do. Wearing black silk gloves they caressed her and fingered her whilst using the wands to deadly effect. They placed a bright silk eye mask over her eyes to stop her seeing what was happening. Each time it looked as if Kayla might come the girl motioned to the others to slow down. I got the feeling that by now if Kayla didn’t have the ball gag in she’d be begging her tormentors for relief.

Two camera men moved their cameras in close and the two overhead monitors that weren’t displaying my signed consent form displayed close up images of the vibrators in action. Below three musicians pulled forward a set of steel drums I hadn’t seen in the background and commenced to play Caribbean music as an accompaniment, different to the normal DJ and CDs anyway. They were remarkably good even if they did distract from the performance centre stage.

Sis arrived late and guided her male escort into the seat besides me, “Hi sis, sorry we’re late but we got the time wrong, this is Antonius by the way. I dragged him along to listen to the steel band.” A hand shook mine “Tony, but she thinks I’m old fashioned hence she started calling me Antonius.” “Have we missed anything?” “A female stand up comic but otherwise no.” “What are they doing to that poor girl?” “Oh I think she’s enjoying it despite the struggles, centre of attention, and she’s having the experience of a life time. I’d just sit back and enjoy the show unless you’re too old fashioned. The steel band is very good.” I crossed my fingers.

Even I was shocked when the scissors were used to cut the front of her bra open, such a waste. Her exposed breasts had oil poured over them and massaged in. Oil was poured over her knickers rendering them translucent and massaged in as well. A silk glove slid down her waist beneath her knickers. A monitor showed the moving bumps on her thong as the fingers manipulated her.

The scissors came out once more and cut across the front of her thong leaving a flap that could be lifted out of the way to leave her totally exposed. The girl slid her finger in and moved it round, you could see the glistening moisture on it as she removed it and held it up for the others’ inspection.

One drummer played solo and of the other two one nudged another and pointed in Kayla’s direction. They put their instruments down and wandered over to inspect more closely. The female conductor beckoned them closer and mimed that they should impregnate Kayla. The musicians looked at each other then one hesitantly stepped forward, the director pulled her gloves off and kneeling before him unzipped him and extracted his rod before just giving him enough of a blow job to ensure he was hard and firm. The second mimed a limbo dance much to the delight of the crowd.

The director still with her fingers wrapped around his brown cock guided him towards Kayla’s glistening pussy. He dipped his finger in and held it up glistening before looking to the audience for guidance to what he should do next. Sis was one of the loudest urging him on, I really should talk to that girl about the importance of putting forth a demure image and so on.

He nudged the tip against her pussy then jerked in to the beat of the steel drum. The drummer used the deepest bass notes to indicate when to push in. I don’t think I’ve ever even thought about someone making love in time to the music like that before.

When the second musician feigned jealousy the director stepped forward and drew the first musician out. His face mimed his disappointment. She pulled out a trolley such as you might find in a car work shop except it was cushioned and bade him lie on it. It looked obscene with his stiffy sticking up in the air. She pushed him under Kayla’s chair and wiggled a few controls, moving the chair so now he could penetrate her bum. She knelt before the second and unzipped him, to my inexpert eye he seemed larger than the first after she tongued him. He too had to be coaxed into penetrating Kayla by the audience, then suddenly there was Kayla with two pricks in her at once moving in and out in time to the beat.

Besides me I heard Tony say to himself what kind of girl would even think about doing that never mind doing it in public, then he closed his eyes and listened to the music. Kayla’s eye mask was removed and the expression on her face was a treat, sis had mentioned she seemed to only have white friends, and usually blonde if they were girls. The remaining drummer continued his solo until the MC tapped him on the shoulder and took the drum sticks off him continuing with hardly a beat missing. His two assistants in the foyer drew the drummer to the centre stage where they proceeded to undress him. One dropped to her knees and gave him oral stimulation before unrolling a large measuring tape. The second took the end of the tape and held it at the base of his stiffy and while the first held it up to the tip she gently pulled it further back between his legs. One camera was pointed at the tape and the monitor above showed 18 inches to the tip.

The first assistant mimed thoughtful for a moment or two then drew out a felt tip pen and wrote on a two by three foot white card, Fi-Fi followed by a phone number which she handed to the drummer. The audience collapsed with laughter.

The drummer tapped the second musician on the shoulder and he returned to take over the drums whilst the drummer started his own thrusting in time to the music. I kept an eye on Kayla’s nipples and I noted with glee her treacherous body orgasmed, much to her own horror I’m sure.

Akio beckoned the two assistants over and after consultation they came across to the audience. Fi-Fi bent forward over the first gentleman giving him the full effect of her low cut neckline and not inconsiderable boobs, examining the number on his ribbon. The monitor flashed up observer so she moved on to the next. This one she had stand up and she pulled the tape measure out again and measured. He was rejected, which seemed odd as from a distance I’d say he was very respectably endowed, they continued searching until they found a suitable male who was led up onto the stage. Fi-Fi tapped the drummer on the shoulder and tapped her watch. He had the grace to move out of the way. She did the same to the guy on the trolley before taking the fresh cock and easing it into Kayla’s pussy. The process was repeated with six more guys.

When the men were spent the MC held up a placard with “Equal Rights for Women” on it much to the assistants’ consternation but then Fi-Fi mimed a thought and brought out a strap-on after that it was just a matter of selecting the first participant female. The second strap-on that Fi-Fi brought out was larger than the first and double pronged. When she turned in on to demonstrate it it lit up and the internal lights moved round as it vibrated. It looked lethal, the butch young lady who had it strapped on looked like she’d used it before as well. The lights were dimmed to show the pulsing lights on the dual prongs disappear and reappear as it moved back and forth into Kayla. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Fi-Fi and the other girl return to the first male they had rejected on size ground and ease his slacks off his hips. Obviously my first impression that he was a respectable size had been right and the two girls were taking advantage of it.

The lights went back up. “Gentlemen” Akio announced “I need lots of help from the audience for the next part even those of you who signed observer only. If these two gentlemen would care to step forward with their partners I will demonstrate what Bukkake requires.” He stepped towards Steve and Tony, both of whom looked reluctant so sis and I helped them forward. “Now I want you to ejaculate over her face, and ideally in her mouth.” I took out Steve’s rock hard cock and started to give him a hand job. The ball gag was undone at the back and the ball gag fell from Kayla’s mouth. Fortunately I managed to direct a stream of Steve’s sperm into her mouth before she had chance to say anything. Tony looked shocked “Kayla?” he mouthed at me, I nodded, Kayla swallowed Steve’s sperm and cleared her throat, fortunately sis was quick witted enough to aim Tony’s ejaculation at her tonsils before she could speak. As sis and I steered a shocked Tony away from the stage behind us the sperm was flowing thick and furiously. Tony really looked in a bad way so I gave sis my car keys and told her to drive him home before snaffling Steve and guiding him back to our seats. “I wonder if we should make sure Tony’s OK?” “Your sister can look after him, we ought to look after Kayla when they’ve finished with her.”

She looked a sticky mess but they weren’t finished with her yet. After the Bukkake the chair became a frame and she was rotated in such a way that she could be impregnated by a Sybian with a sort of mushroom shaped vibrator on top. I felt squishy inside as I saw her lowered on to it. Two nipple clamps with vibrators finished her off and the controls were skilfully manipulated to give maximum viewing pleasure to the audience as Kayla squirmed again and again in the spot lights.

Eventually she went limp and they lifted her off. I got up and went with her to the small bathroom with a shower we have back stage. The MC handed me a Tee shirt as we passed. “She’ll need this.” Well she had no other clothes left fit to wear.

I rinsed her hair off and let her wash her face herself. “I shouldn’t have switched numbers with you should I?” she spoke softly, “I hadn’t realised you were into this sort of stuff, I thought your number would be safer than mine.” “Perhaps I let myself be talked into signing the consent form without realising what was involved. I’ll know better next time.” I prevaricated, I could hardly say I’d expected her to switch numbers now could I? “You’ve won a tee shirt by the way.” I held it up, ‘Queen of the Japanese Night’, it had printed on the front. She laughed at that, “Well I suppose its goodbye to Tony after he recognised me tonight. You know I always wondered if blacks had bigger cock sizes but to be honest I couldn’t really tell one from the other except for that double pronged strap-on and whatever they put me on at the end. Those were just so awesome. I think I’m going to ache for a week.”

We dropped her off at the Colonel’s and Steve looked at me “Since you haven’t got your car at the moment you could pick up a change of clothing and come back to my place and I’ll drive you in in the morning.” What was a girl to say, was I being offer the sofa, the spare bed or what, I thought I’d better clarify the situation “Well without my hot water bottle only if I can warm my cold toes on your back in bed.” He looked at me and I looked back at him innocently then he leaned in to kiss me, which warmed my toes up considerably. Needless to say I had to stay at Steve’s the whole week since I didn’t get my car back until Friday. Fortunately never being able to decide in advance what to wear I’d taken enough clothes with me.

The following day at the office I had a phone calls asking about booking the theatre during the day time for some corporate events. “Would you like to meet me at the theatre to make sure it meets your needs?” “No my boss was there last night and mentioned we ought to do more to support our local theatres so asked me to see what could be done. He thought you might manage two hundred to a sit down lunch in the foyer with a few extra tables either your restaurant could handle it or we can get outside caterers in.” “I’m certain we can handle it, I’ll get them to send you some sample menus.” Well if it was successful and others followed that would do wonders for the theatre’s finances.

Sis eventually returned my car keys on the Friday afternoon and we had a coffee together. “I can’t get over it, I mean I took Tony home and knocked on the door. His mother opened it and before I could dash off she’d led us into the family room and brought us coffee and biscuits. Tony just looked into space and murmured how could she? So I explained he’d seen Kayla with another man. To which Tony added men. He looked so shattered I curled up on his lap and stroked his hair gently. Tony couldn’t see her from where he was sitting but I could. Momentarily she had a sort of cat whose just found the cream expression on her face, but it didn’t stay long and she looked more serious even thoughtful and said since it was so late perhaps I ought to stay the night. I was tired so I agreed and when we went up stairs she showed me into Tony’s room with the words ‘I hope you don’t mind sleeping with Tony but it would save me making up the spare room, and I think he ought to have someone with him tonight.’ Can you imagine she was throwing us together and she didn’t even know me. So I’m sorry about the car but his mom saw mom early the next morning and came back with nearly all my clothes. Can you believe I’m actually still staying in Tony’s room? He’s nice and his dad’s cute but I can’t think why his mom welcomed me with open arms.” I could, anyone whose name wasn’t Kayla would be welcome but I didn’t dare say anything.

Kayla was even more subdued in the office and meekly went about the tasks we gave her. No more was said about BJ’s for Steve to relax him especially as she came in one morning and saw him kissing me. “My god when I said I was after him I didn’t realise you had an interest or he had an interest in you. I was naive wasn’t I?” My heart went out to her, she was young and seemed genuinely repentant and I had a thought about what she might like to do so took her along to Mrs. Johnson our commercial graphic artist. “Well you can forget most of what they taught you at art school, what we do here is design boxes to make them more appealing so its low brow art if you like. It can be very effective though, that design on the wall boosted sales by 30%.” She took a look at Kayla more closely, “It’s a matter of communicating so dress is important, dress naturally so you’re more comfortable then you can pick up the nuances. We’ll see how you get on in the first month but I’m due to retire in a couple of years so if it works out you can pick up the traces.”

At month end I was summoned, sorry invited, up to the 17th floor. “I hear Kayla has discovered an interest in Caribbean steel drum music, you might like to pass these on to her for her collection.” He passed me four CDs and I recognised the three musicians on the front at once. Oh dear he knew, time to pay the piper. “I’m very pleased she’s lasted a month and looks as if she might even do something useful, I won’t question you on your methods but I’ve been asked if you would be prepared to take another similar case in hand.” He looked questioningly at me “No well very sensible but I did say I’d ask. One last thing Steve’s manager has accepted an assignment in Thailand to help integrate our operations there and currently we’re looking for a replacement. We are considering Steve but the feeling is he’s a little young but if he was married that would make a big difference. Since you work with him you may know if he is serious about someone then perhaps you could give him a nudge. If not if you have any suggestions for someone else please send me an email.” With those words I was dismissed.

I drifted down to see Kayla and hand over the CDs as requested, “Gift from the 17th floor.” She just went white then carried on sketching. Mrs. Johnson said she was getting on well, “At least doing the photocopying isn’t beneath her as the last one said it was.” I drifted into our office and Steve took one look and scooped me up in his arms. “Want to talk about it?” How could I tell him? “No not really.” “I’ve admired you for a long time you know but didn’t want to upset our working relationship. I thought we were getting on quite well and it seems silly to keep up two apartments.” I peeked at him “Is this a proposal of marriage sir?” “Yes I suppose it is, when would you like to do the deed?” “Quietly by month end?” I peeked at him again. He looked a bit taken back “Yes we could, any special reason for the haste?” “Rumour has it your boss is off to Thailand and they’re looking for a married man to replace him.” I leant in and gave him a peck on the nose.