A Job for Summer by Karen Blayne

Oh by the way red tape first.

Be warned these short stories contain mature content or naughty bits and as such may corrupt you if you’re under 12, 16, 18, 21 or 25 depending where you live thus they are not suitable for you so put them back on the shelf and let them age for a year or two.

They were sort of scribbled for fun. ©2018

Luv Karen

I mean they exist don’t they? I’d sent out hundreds of resumes and got nothing in reply. Personal contact that was the key. I’d knock on doors. All I got were receptionists and if you leave your CV with me. Right you could see the blue recycle box besides them stuffed full of CVs. Still, one day.

I hit one of those suites of offices that rent them by the week, month or whatever when the receptionist had slipped away for a minute. I knocked on the first door. There was a suit behind a desk. “I’m here about a job?” I enquired. “Strip off and get changed behind the screen.” Came a very bored voice. Should I get undressed for a strange man who wasn’t showing any interest in me? A difficult philosophical question but whatever, a girl does what a girl has to do to get a summer job. I stripped behind the screen and looked in the first garment bag. Who would buy expensive French lingerie for a maid? Well it looked like a maid’s outfit. If it was six inches longer at the back, the skirt would just cover my bum. The front was a full three centimetres below my crotch if I tugged it down. I dug deeper and found the underwear that was designed to be on show or at least designed to put my body on show. I tugged off the dress and this time put the underwear on first. The cost of the underwear and stockings would pay me for a month. No kidding and the shoes my dear, not the sort you want to spend all day walking in. Still, two plasters across the inside of heel and they didn’t fall off every step.

I looked in the mirror at my bum. Sort of exposed with two straps angling down. There was a butt plug with what looked like a horse’s tail stuck on it. I’ve never tried one before but I put a few drops of lubricant on it and eased in very gently in. There was I with a real tail, more to the point it covered my bum hole. I’m very sensitive about who sees my bum hole. I found a scrap of lace to cover my eyes and made me look mysterious.

I stepped out from the screen. No reaction at first then a bored voice said “Now Marlinda if you’d just like to step into the studio.” “Sorry I’m not Marlinda. I’m Rachel.” There was a pause. “Ah whoops. I was expecting a Marlinda. What must you think of me asking you to strip off and getting you to dress up in a rather daring outfit?” “I was just hoping for a summer job.” I twirled round and the tail followed. There was a stunned silence. “What were you thinking of asking Marlinda to do?” I enquired. “She’s here to do a screen test for a pornographic movie.” What an odd way to say it, I looked enquiringly at him for more information. Like no way did I want my face all over the internet sucking anything but it didn’t ring right. He stood up and opened up the conference room behind that was set up with professional cameras, lighting and in the middle some sort of framework over a device for impaling young ladies and giving them an orgasm whether they wanted it or not. “You don’t set up a studio in an office block for this sort of thing even I know that. It’s too expensive and the lighting’s wrong.” “What do you mean?” “It’s set up to be direct and you need to use the diffusers to soften it. I take it you want her to appear at her best?” He nodded. I removed the bit sticking up on the log and sat astride it. “Look at the monitor.” He looked. “Now come over here and sit on this thing whilst I adjust the lighting.” We switched places and I repositioned and redirected the lamps, put up the reflectors and checked the lighting levels.        We switched places again. “Now what do you see?” “It’s more natural and yes more flattering. So yes its just what we need. Where did you learn all this?” “My cousin wants to be a model or an actress. She doesn’t care which. I got roped in to do the stage lighting at the amateur theatre she was starring in. Then there were all the publicity shots plus she needed photos for her portfolio and she was picky. They had to be perfect. Now what exactly are you after. Showing Marlinda off to best advantage or as I suspect making her feel as if this is a professional screen test and you want her to appear as sexually promiscuous as possible?” He glowered “The latter.” “I take it I’m hired?” “Double minimum wage.” “Triple since it includes a dress code.” He nodded his agreement as I turned and wiggled my tail at him.

I returned to the screen and had a look at the contents of the trays. Fishnet stockings, the sort of dress I’d need a bottle of vodka before I’d wear it in public, a proper screen makeup kit. Someone had done their homework. I applied the red lipstick that was labelled definitely not kiss proof then I put back on the black lace mask that covered my eyes. “Now is just the studio wired up for cameras and sound or have you done the office as well?” “Both.” “Are you expecting her to blow you?” He looked taken back at the idea “Good God No!” I wrote him a little script mentioning how much the top performers earned per year and asking how much experience she’d had with a gang bang of six. “Ask the question she’ll be bound to say she has had the football team or something if she thinks the job is serious whether she has or not.” I lubricated the beast up and stepped over it. I eased myself down slowly and flipped the switches, God on slow it was well, sufficient as the Rolls Royce salesman used to say when asked how much horsepower their cars had. I covered the beast up with a cloth. Now I was ready. I asked him to let me warm Marlinda up gradually and sent him off to get three coffees whilst I looked through the makeup. Well it wasn’t Halloween and I could hardly go to the coffee shop dressed as I was.

He was back with the coffees moments before Marlinda stepped through the door. I guided her back behind the screen “Now there is a choice of clothing and I thought you might like to do a few publicity shots first.” I handed her one of the dressier outfits and she slipped it on. I threw a towel over her shoulders and lightly applied her makeup. We walked through to the studio, pausing only to get her to sign a model release, where she was handed a glass of wine and I posed her in all the standard shots I could recall my cousin using. Gradually she relaxed. Then we switched to a slight racier outfit and we moved into the glamour poses that I could recall. I groped him so he had a hard on whispering in his ear “She’s trying hard, the least you could do is show some appreciation.” It worked. She finally was flirting with the camera his hardness made all the difference even if I did have to give it a little surreptitious fondle every now and then. I had a naughty thought. What we needed was a fluffer to keep him hard so Marlinda felt sexy. The glamour shots were nothing too outrageous just a hint of was sufficient I recalled my cousin saying. I remember thinking at least she’d get a basic model portfolio out of this if nothing else. She was preening under the attention and making crude jokes about my tail.

We went back to change her into the final outfit. “I thought this one might be your colour?” I handed over the vodka dress. “With perhaps this quarter cup bra underneath? It’ll show at the front under the neck line but that will only serve to wet their appetites.” She shrugged off the dress and it pooled on the floor. Black fishnet stockings with the bright red straps then the sort of underwear you’d wear to seduce the sort of guy who is slow on the uptake. Soon Marlinda was dressed or should I say undressed. I spread a clean towel over her shoulders and redid her makeup.

A little heavier than she might normally wear, the lipstick I chose was a very bright red that would show up nicely under the lighting. A little rouge on her exposed nipples then I tucked them back inside her plunging neckline. I added the wrist and ankle cuffs and reassured her when she looked at them. “They’re just to add atmosphere.” I took a look over my handiwork “Right I think you’re ready now. Just think of all the male hands wanking their little cocks to get hard ons as they look at you on the screen.” I whispered in her ear as she blushed “I’ll just go and sort the studio out.” I trotted away and left him to do the script.

I lowered myself on to the bit that stuck up and turned the knobs. I was quite flushed by the time Marlinda was shown into the studio. I eased myself up off the peg. “Just warming it up for you. You don’t mind a few of my juices lubricating it for you do you?”  She blushed again and stammered no she didn’t mind. I guided her over the peg. Pushing my butt out to the camera as I did so. The peg slid in between the sides of her cheeky crotchless knickers. I quickly clipped all her cuffs to the frame so she was helpless and turned the dial on low. It was a moment’s work to give her a big sloppy kiss with my lipstick that definitely wasn’t kiss proof and ease the neckline of her dress apart.

Ten minutes later she was covered in red lipstick kisses. I had to freshen it off camera. I pulled out the pink nipple toys, you know the combined suction and vibrator ones and applied them. I think she started to come when I sucked her nipples to make them standout. The white pads with wires on were quite something she was becoming vocal so a quick ball gag was popped in. Why do they only come in red? But whatever. It cut the screams down before they disturbed too many nearby offices.

I sat sideways behind her and cupped her boobs, nibbling her neck and shoulders showing off my stocking clad legs just to add a bit of extra atmosphere you understand. I slid the dress strap off my shoulder that was in camera. God she was writhing around. I removed the nipple suction after fifteen minutes, well I didn’t want to do any permanent damage and just let her ride her continual orgasm as the beast, the electro pads, my nibbles and my fondling did their work for the following half hour. I had to lift her off when I switched everything off. She just collapsed exhausted and I cradled her in my arms and gave her a big red kiss on her forehead. “God that was so good, the very best ever.” I slid my hand down to her crotch and slid two fingers in then gave them to her to lick clean. “Tasty.” She murmured.

Both she and I were treated to another coffee and a doughnut each as I flipped through the photos I’d shot on the monitor. “Hey you’re good. I look really hot in some of these.” As we came to the glamour ones she commented “My god I can imagine all the cocks being wanked as they look these over.” I copied the raw images over onto her phone.

I cleaned her up with some wipes. We bundled her back into her street clothes and out of the office. “Well did you get what you wanted?” “Yes I think so. I’m glad you were here since you got a lot more out of her than I would. Now all I have to do is edit all the camera feeds and get the rental company to pick up all the audio visual equipment.” This latter was said despondently. “Have you used video editing software before?” He shook his head. “Give me all the files and I’ll do the editing for you.” Well at least I knew where I could get a computer fast enough to work on and I could make sure there were no recognisable glimpses of my face. “I need it for a week on Sunday.”

It took over a week in the editing room to get the result I was after. I was especially proud of the long shot between me getting off the probe and Marlinda getting on. You could see it was well lubricated with my juices as she slid down on it and being in shot all the time it was very obvious that it was my juices inside Marlinda. Working midnight to eight a.m. when it was cheap and available and that was calling in favours. I called him when I had the film edited on Blu-ray disk. “Now we need to do some shopping.” I frowned down at the phone. “Don’t say a word your face says it all.” Sometimes I hate mobiles with cameras. They make your nose seem too big. “Dress code remember?” “Not a fluffy bunny tail please.” “No imagine you’re meeting your new boyfriend’s parents for tea at their place on Sunday for the first time and you want to pass inspection.” I had all sorts of questions and only three days to come up with an outfit. Poor guy we went through every dress shop in town and I mean every one at least once. He was patient I’ll say that for him and eventually we came up with something that might just do.

With the precious Blu-ray tucked in my handbag I was growing nervous as we drove to the monied part of town. We arrived at a sprawling detached house and parked in front of the garage. Well there were two double garage doors side by side. I was even more nervous by this time. The door opened as we stepped up to it and Rebecca threw her arms around Shawn kissing him on the cheek. “I’m so pleased you could make it.” She turned to me and hugged me as well. “You must be Rachel. I’m Rebecca. I’d wait for Shawn to introduce us but he’d probably forget both our names. Oh I’m so pleased to meet you. Come and meet mom and dad.” We were dragged into a living room that would have fitted my room in a dozen times. It looked something that a fashion magazine would use as background. “The guest of honour hasn’t arrived yet?” Rebecca gave him a look. “My dear brother is picking her up.” “Shawn how nice it is to see you again.” This was from Rebecca’s parents. Soon I was sipping tea and nibbling. I managed a few questions to Rebecca’s mom about the nibbles and we lapsed into talking about domestic things that quite left out Shawn and her dad but it didn’t matter as they had their own conversation going about power saws or something.

“What’s that porn star doing here!” came the shriek from the door where Marlinda was standing with a boy. Rebecca turned to me “Are you a porn star?” “Pass her the Blu-Ray or we’ll never hear the end of it.” Shawn commanded. I passed as directed even though I wasn’t sure it was a good idea. Rebecca tossed it into the player and suddenly there was I on the big screen. Colin tugged Marlinda to sit on a couch watching the screen. Marlinda was very nervous.

For some reason I’d edited it to show me coming through the door and being asked to undress and get changed behind the screen. I liked the twirl with the tail so much that I’d left it in. As the story unfolded Marlinda grew more uncomfortable as she saw I’d stumbled into this by accident. I’d ended it with me dipping my fingers in her after her ride and her licking them clean murmuring tasty.

“I think you’d better leave now Marlinda.” Came Colin’s voice. “It’s all a mistake. It was done ages ago.” Colin looked at me. What could I say, “Last Tuesday.” “I’m not sure I want the football team’s leavings.” Marlinda drooped and somehow Shawn and Rebecca had her hustled out the door very quickly. “Do you have a real tail?” Rebecca’s dad asked. “No dad you can buy things that plug in your bum with a tail attached.” “I just put it in because I’m not comfortable with people looking at my bum. I thought it would cover it up a bit.” Colin was in shock, staring into space and still sat on the settee. I left the others to their discussion and sat besides him. “It’s not the end of the world.” “It might as well be. How could she?” A difficult question to answer. “I thought she loved me but all the time she was just gold digging. How can I ever trust any girl again? How will I know if its me or the money?” He turned and looked blankly at me.

He looked so sweet I lent in and kissed him gently on the lips. “There now I like you, money or not.” His nose twitched, I swear it. “Really?” “Really.” I kissed the end of his nose. Then leaving him in an even more shocked state, I stood up to see what I could salvage of my reputation. I spoke to his mother first. “I think he’ll need looking after for a while so he doesn’t do anything stupid. He looks like he’s in shock.” Then I sort out Shawn “Marlinda getting home? And what was it all about?” I demanded. Rebecca who was stood next to him explained. “She’s fine. We had a taxi waiting outside fare prepaid. We knew she didn’t really care for Colin and that’s all we cared about. We wanted Colin to be happy. Colin just didn’t want to discuss her. So I turned to an old friend Shawn and he worked his magic.” “I think it was Rachel who worked the magic. She got a lot more out of Marlinda than I ever could.” Rebecca looked at me. “Think I ought to promote him to boyfriend after this?” Does one promote people to boyfriend? These were circles I didn’t normally move in.

“How many copies of the Blu-ray are there?” Enquired his dad. “Just the one, Shawn captured everything on external solid state disks and I edited them directly. So just the Blu-ray you have in your hand and the external disks which Shawn has.” “Good I’ll hang onto them just to insure someone’s good behaviour. Besides I’d prefer it if your part in all this reminds unknown.” Well I wasn’t arguing with that statement.

“Have you told her you’ve been white slave trading yet?” I turned on Shawn indignantly. He looked taken back, “Well you must confess you’ve sold her to my father.” I had visions of being stuck with that tail all summer. For an hour or two its not too bad but from a practical point of view when you want to go to the washroom? No way.

Rebecca’s mother entered the conversation. “It’s not as bad as it sounds. Shawn sold the company that employs you to my husband so he is your employer now.” My eyebrow raised. Dad stepped across. “My wife and I think Colin needs someone to look after him whilst he recovers. So we thought of you. 24/7 for the summer. We’ll pay you the triple minimum wage you agreed plus a shift allowance of 50% for working the 24/7.” “No time off?” “No but if you can persuade Colin to leave the house that’s fine if you take him with you.” Mentally I did the sums in my head. Did they realise just how much they were offering. Numbly I agreed and walked back to the settee. “Shove over.” Colin looked at me. “I’m in shock as well.” “I sometimes retreat to my room when the world gets too much for me.” We got up and I followed him meekly to his room where he sat down in an armchair and I sat on his lap. He picked up a remote and soon we were calming down listening to some classical music.

Hours later Rebecca put her head round the door. “Hi guys supper is being served if you feel you can face the world?” My practical nature came to the foreground. Colin was off downstairs. “Where am I suppose to sleep by the way?” “In here if its 24/7. I’ve a sleeping bag if you fancy the floor but the bed is comfortable and its big enough for two.” “Clothes?” “I’ll lend you a nightdress but you might want to take Colin and myself shopping tomorrow. Dad said since we’re imposing a dress code on you I’m to pick up the tab. Oh and he wants to know which University you’re going to in September. He thinks if you and Colin work out then you can go together.” “Isn’t he worried I might be some gold digger?” “No Shawn did a full security check on you. Not even a parking ticket. You’re good.”

So sleeping bag or bed? I’ll decide after supper.