Kindra And The Black Client

“Why am I here, why am I here?” I whined, fingering through files. “Oh, because the witch needs some this shit for the client,” I groaned before a pause. “The client wants Pepsi instead of Coke; I have to get what they want. They want a certain band to be playing on the stereo; I have to make it happen because I’m the intern. What the fuck?” I let out before closing the filing cabinet. “Crap, I don’t know what I did with that form. I’ve already copied it twice for him, but he needs a third copy?” I griped, putting my hands on my head. “Doesn’t he have an assistant that can take care of his crap?”

I bit down on my bottom lip and clenched my fists on my sides too. I didn’t say anything for a few seconds and just tried to comprehend the proposed situation.

“Summer, could you come into my office with me for a moment, please?” I heard her ask.

“Sure, floozy, I’m not in the middle of something here,” I muttered under my breath.

I took in a deep breath and closed my eyes for a moment. I failed to reply to the hussy or even move, I just calmly rubbed my head again.

“Sometime today, Summer.”

“Fine, you stupid bitch,” I mumbled under my breath before I dropped my hands and went into her office. “Yes, Mrs. Lockin?”

“Where the hell is that 24C form for Mr. Finn? He is coming in here in an hour so we can have a meeting together. I need that form for him, so is it too much to ask for you to find it and copy it for him, or do I need a new intern?”

“I’ve looked everywhere for it, and I’ve already printed out two copies for him before, why does he need another one?” I questioned, letting my eyebrows down and leaning towards her.

“I don’t know why exactly,” she answered, getting up from her chair and walking around her desk. “I can tell you this though: The client’s reason could be that he needs another one to read while he is on the toilet and I’d still tell you to copy it again,” she explained before a pause. “Is there going to be a problem here, Summer? It doesn’t seem that you like working for me. Do you think that I’m just a wench and you just count the seconds until you may leave my line of vision?”

“Maybe, Mrs. Lockin,” I answered, leaning down and placing my palms on a chair. “I mean, the endless errands that I’ve been running for you hasn’t really taught me much. I’m here on a college internship, and I’m supposed to learning for an executive job for the future. I don’t see how this so-called work is helpful to me. Do you know what I mean?”

She nodded and slowly made her way to me. I had no idea what she was about to say or do, but I waited for a moment.

‘What the hell is she doing? Is she checking me out, or what the fuck?’

“Well, you are beautiful, if you don’t mind me saying, Summer,” she praised me, beginning to circle me.

“Thank you, I guess, but why are you flattering me?”

She stayed silent, but then she stopped in front of me again and smiled. I found myself dumbfounded, but still intrigued.

I saw her bring her hands towards my boobs. “What the hell are you doing?” I asked, peeking at her hands.

“Do you think you are ready to sign a client with me, Summer? You know, meet with them, and charm them so to speak?”

“Yes, but what do you mean?”

Her grin never disappeared, and her eyes dropped back down to my breasts. I still didn’t know what to make of what was going on, but I just had the opportunity on my mind. I still physically saw her, but I wasn’t really looking at her.

“Do you like my office, Summer?”

I glanced around for a few seconds. “Yes.”

“Considering it is easily five times bigger than the little room you are in right now, correct?”

“And the couches are a nice touch, among other things, Mrs. Lockin,” I answered, making eye contact. “Why do you ask?”

“How would you like an actual position here at this company? You know, with a paycheck and a few perks? Does that spark your interest?”

“Yes,” I responded, nodding. “How do we make that happen, Mrs. Lockin?”

She leaned right to me and pecked my cheek.

“What the hell, lady?” I protested, backing away.

Without speaking a word, she slowly placed one hand on my cheek and the other on my butt. My brain wanted to tell her off, but it seemed pointless at that point. I just saw her back away somewhat, but her hands remained in the same position.

It lasted for over a minute, but then I pushed her hands away. “What’s going on, Mrs. Lockin?”

“Take off your clothes, Summer.”

“What, no,” I objected, shaking my head no. “I’m not stripping in front of you.”

“Why not, are you bashful?” she pondered, lowering her head.

“Yes, but that’s not the point. Why the fuck should I take off my clothes in front of my boss?”

“Oh, you are feisty,” she complimented me, prior to kissing me.

“Whoa, what the hell?” I whined, backing away even more. “Why did you kiss me?”

She casually made her way right back to me and began unbuttoning her blouse. I couldn’t even formulate words, I just stood there and waited for her to stop. After only a couple of seconds, she did and looked back into my eyes again.

Her hands lazily came towards my rack. “May I? I certainly wouldn’t want you to push a sexual harassment suit on me. I can promise you one thing though; if you just humor me now, I promise you that position. You’ll still be working with me, but doing much better hands-on work, and making money for college.”

“Fine, you weird tart,” I groaned, shooting her a dirty look.

“That’s ‘Mrs. Weird Tart, Summer,” she corrected me, placing her hands on my melons. “Wow, these are quite nice. What are these, B-cups?”

I took a deep breath. “Yes, Mrs. Lockin.”

“Don’t worry; you may call me ‘Kindra’ now, Summer.”

“Why?”

“Because you aren’t going to complain when I do this,” she responded, beginning to undo my blouse.

I immediately began breathing heavily, and my heart rate skyrocketed too. I couldn’t even look at my boss; I just watched her undo it ever so slowly. She seemed to be sexier with every passing second, but I still felt odd.

“May I take it off you now?”

“Am I guaranteed the job? No bullshit?” I pondered, peeking at her.

“Well, that depends, because we have to see how the meeting goes first, and if it goes well as I think it will, the job will be yours.”

“Fine, Kindra.”

She smiled again and calmly took my blouse off me. I still noticed that she had a couple of her buttons undone too, so her purple bra stood out a little bit.

“You know, Mr. Finn is a horndog. Do you know how I know that?”

I sighed. “How?”

Her hands calmly made the trip to my skirt. I just nodded, and she undid that as well, which made it fall a second later.

“Wow, you have some sexy body here, Summer, and you are twenty years old now?”

“Yes.”

“I think you’ll be perfect.”

“For what?” I whined, putting my hands up.

“I seem to think Mr. Finn is an extra tough nut to crack and I’ll need a little extra help closing the deal. I need him to sign with us, and for that to happen, I think I just need you,” she explained, unbuttoning her blouse completely. “I’m pretty sure an older brunette in her high thirties and a young adult blonde like yourself would certainly grease his wheels towards signing,” she mentioned, unbuttoning her skirt as well. “What do you say? Are you ready to join the big leagues where you don’t have to make copies or coffee runs anymore?”

“You want to have sex with Mr. Finn?” I asked, leaning my head back. “You are married though.”

“I know,” she pointed out, closing the gap again. “What my hubby doesn’t know, won’t hurt him, or kill his buzz behind his lavish lifestyle. That dumb bastard has no idea I’ve fucked a shit load of clients behind his back. Now, I’m only going to ask you this once,” she announced, placing her hands on my back. “Are in or out? Remember,” she said before unclasping my bra. “Being here comes with perks that add up to more than money,” she let me know before she kissed me and dropped to her knees.

She instantly grabbed onto my panties and brought them down. I failed to say a word, I just let it happen and then she rose back up with me and examined my nude body. I could only tell she liked what she saw as she cheesed.

“I can only imagine that how much Mr. Finn would love to see two white women together. You don’t have a boyfriend, do you?”

“No.”

“Are you sure? Just someone you are stringing along, a guy you blow on every second Wednesday of every month, there is no one at all?”

“No, Kindra,” I answered, covering my private parts.

“Don’t be shy,” she mentioned, prior to kissing me again. “If you are excellent, I might use you again. Now, just so we’re even, take off my bra and thong.”

I stood frozen for a few seconds, but then I did calmly uncover myself and bring my hands to her back. As I undid her bra, I just looked to her right and shook a bit.

“There is no need to be awkward, sexy intern,” she informed me, taking it off herself.

Then I backed away, and she lowered herself down, taking her matching thong down too. “Look, we both have bushes,” she pointed out, standing back up with me and taking my hands. “Don’t worry; you may check me out, Summer.”

I licked my lips and kept eye contact with her though. “Why are we both naked though?”

“So we can get comfortable with each other, Mr. Finn is going to be here soon, and we need to be looking all natural as if we have sex all the time. Now, why don’t you kiss me again?”

“I’m not a lesbian though.”

“Oh, Summer,” she moaned, placing her hands on my butt. “What is a little experimentation compared to having a much better job, and a closer relationship to your boss? Don’t you think your brain and twat could both take one for the team? Dare I ask: when do you think you’ll get another opportunity to eat pussy and suck on a cock in the same day?”

“Are you saying you find me attractive?”

“Oh, I got you to blush,” she mentioned, prior to smooching my cheek. “Yes, now don’t overthink this,” she suggested, lowering herself down to my breasts. “You can thank me later,” she mentioned before let her tongue out and licked my right nipple.

I failed to react, but to freeze and glare at her as I witnessed her pleasuring my nipple with her tongue. I just kept my hands down at my sides, but tapped my feet somewhat. I couldn’t comprehend what was going on exactly, but I let the door open to find out.

She repeatedly licked it going from bottom to top, and she made sure to do it quite quickly too. I also found myself licking my lips and being unable to look away from her, so I knew I liked it at least a little bit, but there was still the question of ‘Why?’.

Although, after a couple of minutes, her tongue did come off my nipple and she brought her head back up. “We both know you liked that because your pussy is dripping,” she pointed out before she kissed me. “Now would you like to join me on that big couch over there?” she pondered, prior to putting her hand out.

I took it, and she escorted me right to the couch closet to us. I couldn’t be sure just what was in store for me in getting on that couch with her, but I found myself more than intrigued. We both sat down, and she placed her right hand on my snatch as she had her body turned to me.

She leaned to me and smooched my cheek. “Play with your boss’es cunt, Summer. Let me feel the summer breeze.”

“Okay, Kindra,” I muttered before I placed my hand on her slit. “It is very wet.”

“So is yours,” she mentioned, getting close to me. “Now let’s finger fuck each other. Have you ever been with a woman?”

“No, again: I’m not a lesbian, Kindra.”

“I know, but have you even just experimented with a woman before?”

I broke eye contact and bit my bottom lip.

“I take that as a ‘Yes.’.”

“I had a girlfriend eat me out once,” I confessed, glancing back at her. “I didn’t want it, but she was horny and my best friend, so I let her.”

“Oh, sexy,” she praised me, prior to kissing me again. “Do you like feeling my pussy? Do you think Mr. Finn will love the sight? Seeing you with your hot boss?” she pondered, moving her fingers even faster.

I began breathing heavily and jiggling around a bit more too. Kindra just seemed to know what buttons to push, but it wasn’t just mentally and physically appealing though. I just wanted to go down the rabbit hole if it landed me a paying job.

“You’re letting a lot of juice out, and contaminating my couch. Don’t worry; I like it better with the aroma of pussy juice.”

“Kindra, this is going really fast.”

“Trust me; once the client shows up, this will seems like a waltz, so buckle for what is to come.”

I couldn’t resist the urge to smooch her cheek, and then I looked down at her bosoms.