Tax Deductible 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. They were first posted on asstr.org. If you’ve paid money for this book just be aware the author has not received any payment. In fact no one has permission to charge money for this book and copyright is retained by the author. Asstr.org accepts donations if you’re feeling rich or even if you’re not.

Luv Karen

“I’ve got this great job, two shifts a week at the supermarket. I’ve already planned out how to spend my entire first year’s pay on essential clothes you know really must haves.” There were four of them chatting away together in the carriage. He heard the quietest one wistfully murmur “Why can’t I find a part time job?” Well she was neat and tidy, and he did have some filing that needed doing. They got up and trouped off at the next stop, the quieter girl following, he slipped his card in her hand as she passed, “Come and see me.” then went back to his book. She barely paused as she passed him.

That afternoon she walked through the door. “You have a job?” “Well it’s not so much a job as a few chores need doing round the office. A bit of tiding up, a bit of filing, envelope stuffing and so forth, I thought two or three hours a day if that suits you?” “Minimum wage?” He nodded, she looked thoughtful, “I could wear a skirt and stockings for you.” She bent down and pulled out the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet demonstrating her long legs. When she heard his intake of breath she turned and looked over her shoulder, “minimum wage is baggy jeans, minimum plus five an hour gets you stockings.” He went with the dress code option.

She seemed to work out well. Answering the phone from time to time, which helped screen out the sales people so he could get on with some work. Over time he found he was delegating more and more tasks to her and the business made a small but steady improvement in its profits. One of her first self appointed tasks after getting changed into her work outfit as she called it was to make them both a mug of coffee, then she’d tidy up the paper work before crossing her legs and doing some studying if there was nothing else to do. Occasionally she’d pop something in the microwave if she was going out somewhere after work enough for two after he drooled looking at her plate.

One day she undid her blouse revealing a pale blue bikini underneath. So a pale blue bikini he thought. “Some of my friends thought about going to Mexico for the sun and beaches.” She dipped her finger in his glass of water and circled her nipple with her damp finger causing the material to become transparent. He held his breath, “but then I thought we could go to a conference at a resort instead and stay an extra week, that way the airfare would be tax deductible.” She could tell he was tempted, she was getting quite used to reading him by now. “I couldn’t leave the office, though time off would be nice. I had a whole week off about three years ago.” She knelt down before him. He frozen not daring to think what she’d do next. “Did I mention Madison is looking for an internship. She graduated hoping for a job but found nothing so she’s written off for some unpaid internships, you could pay her minimum wage for a year and she could intern here. The conference is in July so you could teach her enough to run the company for a week or two in July, I mean it’s usually quiet then and there’s always phones and email if she gets stuck.” She unzipped him and slowly extracted his dick before kissing the tip then running her tongue up and down it. “I’d like forty hours a week over the summer. You get this every day and groping rights if you agree, or I can stop now.” Her mouth descended once again and both knew no way was he going to refuse.

“Madison I’ve found you a year’s internship if you’re interested.” “Unpaid photocopying?” “No learning about how a small company is run and it pays minimum wage or better.” “Or better?” “If you wear a flared skirt and black stockings round the office I figure I could get him up another $5 an hour.” “Sounds sexist.” “Yeah but he’s nice and you don’t have to blow him that’s my job.” “So when’s the interview?” “Just meet me tomorrow afternoon and I’ll bring you along. You can get changed at the office.”