Internship at AS&S – Chapter 1

This is my very first story ever. I’ve written if for my girlfriend who reads the stories on this site. I really hope you guys like it. Please, let me know what you think in comments. I want to write more about Nalani and her internship at AS&S. Let me know if you’d like to hear more!

Internship at AS&S – Chapter 1

Nalani had been working for the offices of Albert Sloane and Sons for six fairly stressful weeks the day that it first happened. She was eighteen, fresh from high school, and feeling overwhelmed. The job as a receptionist in the high-end consultancy firm of AS&S was a very lucky find – the pay was excellent for entry-level and the company flat which she lived in, a remarkable perk, was beautiful. In the evenings she daydreamed about moving up the corporate ladder, maybe someday with a client roster of her own.

Her boss, Emma Bright, head secretary was an imposing figure. She was tall, in her thirties, slim and beautiful with dark black hair coiled up on top of her head. She wore high-fashion glasses, short but sophisticated black skirts and remarkable silk blouses, which held her obviously large breasts barely covered. She was a sexy woman; Nalani could not help but notice, but by no means warm. At the interview, Ms. Bright had not smiled, joked, nor made any kind of attempt at friendliness. She was all business. Once hired, Nalani found her to be that stern always. Nalani would be behind the desk, answering phones and typing notes, and Emma would come up behind her:

“Nalani!”

“Yes, Ms. Bright?”

“Why are you slouching like that, sit up straight!”

“I’m sorry?”

“You are working at AS&S, not the Carphone Warehouse. You can’t sit here looking like some trash off the street. Put yourself together and present yourself properly when people come in!”

“I…” Nalani might stammer,

“When clients come in this door, they need to not be able to take their eyes off you. If you’re just some…” Ms. Bright would drop her posh accent and fake Nalani’s less eloquent speech “…bird they might see down the pub” she resumed her normal voice, “Then how will they feel about AS&S? Will they know that this is the most important company they will ever do business with? No. Dress properly, sit straight, and for gods sake, quit chewing your nails!”

Nalani had spent a large portion of her salary on trying to get a more professional wardrobe, but no matter what she wore, Emma found a way to criticize her. “Oh for gods sake,” Ms. Bright would roll her eyes, “Wear some proper heels!” She indicated her own long, tan, and toned legs to the tall stiletto heels she was wearing.

Albert Sloane, the man himself, worked in the main offices in New York. The London office was run by his eldest son, Nels Sloane. Nels had never spoken to Nalani, only walked past her briskly on the way in and out of the office, sometimes on the phone, sometimes talking to Ms. Bright who shadowed him taking notes. She had often wanted to introduce herself to this very important man, to make herself noticed to him, if for no other reason because she was scared Emma Bright would have her fired. If she could catch his eye than she’d be safe.

On the day in question, things were slow. Emma was having lunch, eating a salad at her desk, when Mr. Nels Sloane came through the door in a rush and dropped a stack of papers in front of her. Emma Bright was hot on his heels.

“Naomi, is it?” He asked curtly. Nalani looked up, but her mouth was full of lettuce, her eyes full of fear, and she couldn’t respond.

“It’s Nalani, Sir.” Ms. Bright offered.

“Fine.” Said Nels. “I need this contract retyped, quickly with no mistakes, and on my desk ASAP. I’ve got a conference call with Dubai and Dublin and my typist is out. Bring it to my office when you’ve got it done.” He deposited the papers and walked off briskly. Emma bright looked at Nalani, then at the salad, with reproach. She leaned forwards, bending all the way over the desk to put her mouth by Nalani’s ear. Her soft white breasts were in Nalani’s face, and despite her fear, Nalani found herself staring and feeling excited at this peek.

“Watch it, Nalani.” She hissed. “You don’t eat at Reception like common garbage.” She stood up, disdain in her eyes, and turned to walk away. Her skirt had ridden up when she’d bent over and Nalani could see the tops of her stockings, garters attached, as she walked away. She swallowed her salad.

Several things distracted Nalani as she typed up the contract. She was worried. Would Ms. Bright fire her now? Would she lose this once-in-a-lifetime job? She was also horny. Very horny. She could not get the image of Ms. Bright’s tits, ass, and toned thighs out of her mind. Finally, she was worried. Why was she thinking about her boss this way? And a woman to boot? Nalani had had a boyfriend in high school (although they never had sex… the poor guy was too nervous always) and had never thought about a woman this way before. As she spell-checked the document she ran a finger under her skirt and pulled her panties aside to confirm: she was soaking wet.

She printed the contract and headed down the paneled hallway to Nels Sloane’s office. His outer office was empty, the typists’ desk and Ms. Bright’s both empty. The door to his inner office was open and she could hear Nels Sloane on the phone. She went over to the office door and peeked in to see if she should interrupt with the contract.

What she saw through that door hit her in a peculiar order.

At first, what she saw was totally normal. Mr. Sloan was standing, his back to her, looking out the window and listening on the phone. But then Nalani looked down realized she was in trouble. Ms. Bright was in the room too.

Mr. Sloane’s trousers were down, around his ankles and his legs apart. Kneeling in front of him on her stilettos, her legs spread wide was Ms. Bright. Nalani could see her shaved pink pussy between the tops of her seam stockings, glistening with wetness and excitement. Her eyes traveled up and her blouse was forced open, her large pink nipples hard and spilling from the top. Around her neck was a thick leather black collar. This, thought Nalani, was not part of her regular outfit. It had a heavy metal clasp that was connected to a leash, the other end of which was in Mr. Sloane’s free hand. Her own hands were tied with nylon rope behind her back. Mr. Sloane was using the leash to force Ms. Brights’ head forwards and backwards. Her mouth was wrapped around his cock, her eyes were raised towards him, and her expression was different than she’d ever seen it before.