***It has been quite a while since my last submission. I've already written a few chapters in this new series, and I'll release them over the coming days and weeks. I don't know if I'll add onto a previous series, but who knows? I usually write these when I can't let go of a thought. This chapter starts with a good amount of buildup but will finish with a lot of activity in subsequent chapters. If you have feedback, feel free to share it. Send me a message or write a comment. I hope everyone understands this is fiction. If you're anonymous and complain something is offensive or unsexy, I honestly couldn't care less.
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As I walked down the main thoroughfare of campus, I was on Cloud 9. Not only was there a sexy little coed walking in front of me with an ass that could double as a bouncy house, but I was heading to sign the final paperwork to confirm my internship for that summer. Normally going to sign paperwork would not be in the same league as enjoying the view of Daisy Duke in front of me - whose ass cheeks were peeking out the bottom of her short shorts that were swaying with the sexiest, sashaying shimmy you ever saw - but this walk on a gorgeous sunny afternoon meant I was on my way to cementing my future.
You see, this internship was really going to set me up to go places. Before I ever started college, I set some pretty lofty goals. I had to set myself apart in school. You see, I didn't come from any wealth, or even a middle class family. My dad raised me by himself after my mom took off, and he's not much of a role model. He was employed about 20% of a given year and we scraped by on what he didn't drink. My part time jobs made the difference between making rent and having the power shut off.
My dad's utter inactivity had always inspired me to try hard in school and never be in that position. I didn't want to be him, but I also knew I had to take care of him. That meant a good amount of sacrifice. My social life in college had always been lacking. I had some good friends, but I just wasn't able to go out. I sent money home to dad to make sure he didn't starve or freeze, and that didn't leave much to go out to the bars, join a fraternity, or order pizza late at night with a group of drunk revelers. Don't even start about having a girlfriend...it was a no-go on my budget and schedule.
Pre-Orientation
"Alright everyone, settle down and take a seat. My name is Vincent Sumrall, and I am the partner at Clark, Weaver & Brewer who will be overseeing your summer internships," said the dapper man in front of the small group. He looked about 45, distinguished, and spoke with the confidence of a real charmer.
As I scanned the room, there were five other people sitting in the seats. They were apparently the other interns who had been selected from the rigorous interview process. Clark Weaver was a leading boutique accounting firm in the region that specialized in audit and compliance work for large manufacturing firms.
For me, this was a great opportunity because the partner track was as fast and lucrative as any firm job in the Big Four. The salary they were going to pay me for the summer was astonishing. It would set me up to help my dad, save a good chunk, and leave me a little to have some fun my senior year. And based on the look of the people around me, the firm meant business.
Starting from the front, there were three guys in the front row. They were tall, aristocratic-looking jock types who were wearing sharp looking slacks and blazers. I learned their names were Jack, Ryan, and Michael. They were straight from a Brooks Brothers catalogue. Ryan was pretty skinny and extremely average looking. Jack was pretty overweight but looked like he used to play a sport in high school. Probably a former lax-er. Michael was the tall, good looking one of them.
To my right, there was goofy looking guy, and he was the one person I knew. That was Chris. I recognized him from one of my finance classes. I remember him being probably the smartest person in class, but he was also pretty lazy and relied solely on his raw smarts.
To my left, la piece de resistance. The one woman of the group - and she was enough woman to stop the tides. Holy cow was she smoking. She had flowing blonde hair and styled herself in a professional pantsuit that was deliberately demure but couldn't hide her busty chest and curvy hips. I learned her name was Elise.
After a brief introduction, Mr. Sumrall continued, "Thank you all for coming out this afternoon for this brief introduction. You will participate in a structured and rigorous orientation process the first week of the internship, but I always think it's wise to reiterate the fundamental rules of the firm: 1) Every piece of work product that comes off your desk must maintain the highest possible standard; 2) Always present yourself in a professional manner; and 3) Use common sense."
This part of his speech wasn't necessarily ominous, but it was clear that we couldn't goof around like a bunch of kids. That was clear by what followed.
"It's also probably good to add that you all should know your place. You are the top of your business classes, but always remember that you are undergrad interns and there is a chain of command at the firm. Don't make waves."
"Thank you for the pep talk Mr. Sumrall, but I think we all would love to have a little more information on our assignments for the summer. I mean, where are we going to live in three weeks?" Chris piped in. Hmm, bold. I imagine every other person in our intern class wanted to ask a similar question, but we would have done it with a little more polish.
"Chris, that will all be made clear in a few moments. Each of you will be paired with another intern for the summer. Each pair will be assigned to one of the three client sites I oversee. In other words, you will be working for me and working onsite with my clients. It is imperative that you act accordingly. For instance, if you address any client in a tone like what Chris just mouthed, you will answer to me."
Mr. Sumrall stared Chris down, and his authority was firmly established.
Sumrall continued, "I'll meet with you all in your pairs to go over specifics. Let's start with Elise and Kevin."
Holy fuck, that was me. And I was being paired with the blonde!
The Pairing
"Kevin Banks, age 20 from Old Town. It's a pleasure to meet you. You weren't originally on our radar, but your academic record and, particularly, the references supplied by your teachers put you over the top. We understand that you are a very hard worker and pair that with quite a brain."
Sumrall's words made my head swim. It was such a vindication of my hard work. A high ranking partner in a prestigious firm had such high praise for me! But if there was another thing that made my head swim, it was the bombshell sitting beside me. I followed Elise into the conference room, and on that walk I was able to take her in. She was about 5'6" but three inches taller in her fashionable heels. She was a lovely shade of blonde. It came from a bottle, but it looked like she didn't have to go too many shades away to get the effect. And she was petite...and buxom. She had a narrow little waist, and she was round in all the right places. She had full hips and tits bigger than you'd expect from someone with her small frame. And she seemed classy. Her suit jacket and business shirt were tailored to be flatteringly tight, but not trashy. She was the complete package.
"Elise Miller, age 20 from Highlands. It's been, what, four months since you and your family were at my Christmas party?"
"Yes sir. Thank you for having us to the party as usual. We always have a great time. I'm sorry that I disappeared relatively early. The egg nog was particularly strong this year."
"It was indeed, and from what I heard from the others who were in the basement, it seems you all had an
