Paying for College

©2020 Sal De Klerk & AndreaSubbie, All Rights Reserved

Contributing Author CarnivalBarker

Edited by ElmerStud

Final Edit June 2020

Authors Note:

This is a

National Nude Day Contest

entry. I found the premise for this story posted in a story idea forum.

Warning:

This story contains adult content including ENF, CFNF, CMNF, BDSM, exhibitionism, voyeurism, and more. If this is not your kind of smut, please find another story.

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Prologue

Mr. James was a private person. Few people knew his name or his wealth. He was also lonely, he had few friends and no sexual partners. He felt ashamed of his sexual proclivities, which were somewhat unusual. When he did allow himself to be intimate with a woman, he always regretted it. His desires were rarely fulfilled leaving his feeling empty and out of sorts.

One day he was meeting with the CEO of a software company he recently acquired, and he met Maria. Maria was a college senior and worked part-time as a gofer. When he first met her, he wondered what she'd looked like naked.

He started spending a lot of time at that particular company, and he always asked Maria to work with him. They would start early in the morning, and not stop until well after dinner.

One night there was an unavoidable social event, and his 'escort' had to cancel. The service didn't have anyone available on short notice, so he came up with an idea...

"Maria, are you available to accompany me to a gala at The Met, tonight?"

"I could if I had time to get my hair done, and owned an appropriate gown," she told her employer.

Three hours later Mr. James was the proud owner of a salon, and Maria's hair looked stunning. She also had her nails done and was trying on dresses at Georgio Armani.

Once she selected her ensemble, she changed and strutted out of the dressing room. She was the perfect date, lovely cultured, at ease with the rich and famous, and beautiful. Mr. James knew that he would invite her to his home at the end of the evening.

After the Gala, the went to his Park Avenue Penthouse he used while in Manhattan. They spent the night doing things to each other. Unspeakable things! Unspeakable things, she enjoyed.

The next afternoon, they were still naked in bed. Their bodies needed to recover from a morning of more unspeakable things.

"Mr. James, can we have a serious conversation," Maria asked.

Releasing her small breast with the extra-long nipples he looked into her eyes and nodded.

"I love working with you! But, working full time, going to school full time, and now being your lover, is too much for one person. If you let me, I can find a few other girls to help out so nothing suffers."

Soon, Maria was overseeing Robin the Junior, Layla the sophomore, and Rita the freshman. Mr. James had never been happier or more satiated in his life.

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Ch. 01 The New Girl

Stanford Phillip James VIII woke up on his favorite day of the year. Today was Freshman Orientation at his Alma Mater. Hundreds of girls would receive their Orientation package, with a help wanted ad. 'His help wanted ad' for a new personal assistant. He lay in bed smiling, wondering how long it would take to find, hire, and train his newest personal assistant.

After his usual morning routine, he went to the sun porch off his private office for breakfast. Cassie, his de facto senior assistant, had put the final touches on his breakfast table. She would wear the Junior Assistant uniform until he hired a Freshman assistant. Then she would get promoted to senior

Mr. James sat down to eat, and peruse the latest financial, and political news. As he was reading the Journal, Cassie, crawled under the table, fished out his cock and started giving him a blow job. It was one of the things Mr. James required at least one of his assistants to do every morning.

He smiled as she swallowed his cock, delighting in the anticipation of the hiring process. The shy awkwardness of the first call. The nervous energy at the initial interview. The excitement when he explains the compensation package. The puppy-like eagerness to please him to get the job. Then finally, selecting the perfect girl, and teaching her what the job entailed.

As Cassie started to lick his balls, Amber, who was about to replace Cassie as his Junior assistant, walked in. She wore her uniform and carried some documents needing his signature. She set them down, far from anything that might spill on them before she joined her coworker under the table.

They had been working together for three years. Mr. James thought they were two of the best assistants he'd had since Maria had hired Robin, 15 years ago.

Mr. James put down his tablet and picked up the last strip of bacon. He chewed it as he savored the oral ministrations of the two girls. They kept switching back, and forth, taking turns sucking cock, and balls. Sooner than he wanted, his cum burst out into Cassie's mouth.

He sighed in pleasure as she milked him dry. The girls crawled out from under the table, and Mr. James offered each of them a hand to help them up. Once they were on their feet, Mr. James offered Cassie a breath mint, and she popped it in her mouth.

"That was a pleasant surprise! You haven't offered to take a load from me since April's graduation party," Mr. James told Cassie.

"I wanted today to be special, so I did everything I could to avoid taking a load. This way you would appreciate it more." She winked at her employer.

He gave her a stern look for several seconds. Amber stood off to the side wondering how Mr. James was going to react. His mouth turned upwards into a small smile, and he wrapped his arms around Cassie. "Well done, well done indeed! Now go find out where Jeanie is, and get her ass in here immediately. Oh and double-check everything is ready for today's interviews. Amber's already cleared my calendar for the next three days.

Cassie kissed Mr. James on his cheek and strutted off to carry out his instructions. Amber handed him the documents and discussed how to handle them. She pointed out the few that needed signatures, then had him initial to confirm he'd signed them. Mr. James kept glancing at his cell phone. He had trouble concentrating, as he wondered when the calls would start. He licked his lips in anticipation.

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Mandy had had a rough summer. She received acceptance letters to her top three college choices. After doing a lot of research, and talking with current students, and alumnae, she made her choice. She was going to Northwestern.

She filled out scholarship forms, applied for grants, and tried to get every dime of funding she could. Every application was DENIED! Even with student loans, she wouldn't be able to afford tuition, never mind room, and board.

Her parents made decent money with their construction business and had a nice nest egg. They agreed to pay her tuition, room, and board. They paid the first two months fees, for classes and housing. Mandy still needed to earn pocket money and pay for transportation.

The day after the check cleared, her father issued a notice he was being sued. A subcontractor used substandard materials which caused a building to collapse. Thirty-Six people injured and two killed. Her parents sold everything they owned to cover their legal expenses. Days before Mandy had to leave, the civil suit dismissed and the criminal charges dropped. IT was too late for her father and his company. His reputation was beyond repair. His employees left for other jobs. He had no money and no clients, and no prospects. He took a job as a night watchman making $10 an hour, and her mom went back into accounting making decent money.

Mandy decided to go to school and figure things out. She had a place to live, and the first tuition payment already cleared. She could start school, but if she didn't find a job fast, she would be in trouble. She had spent much of her free time searching for unclaimed grants, and other funding. To her chagrin, most of the deadlines had passed, and monies distributed. After seventeen rejections, she decided to talk with the school's financial aid staff.

With her birthday money, she bought a bus ticket to Evanstown, Illinois. With the change from the ticket, she bought food for the two-day journey.

After an uneventful trip, she arrived in time to get some dinner, the first decent meal she had since she left home. After eating her fill at the all you can eat buffet, she found her apartment and began to unpack.

Not having a TV or any other form of entertainment, she decided to walk around campus. She wanted to familiarize herself with her home for the next four years. She stared in hunger at every vending machine she came across. "Too bad I only have thirty-two cents to my name," she muttered in anger.

The next morning, as she ate, she looked around wondering if she would ever meet the strangers around her. As she swallowed the last mouthful of yogurt, Her cell phone chimed. She glanced at it and saw it was time to head over to Freshman Orientation.

Mandy walked over to the school's auditorium and checked in. She took the pink envelope an upperclassman gave her, noticing the guys had blue ones. 'Why color-coded by gender?' she wondered as she went inside to take a seat. Mandy realized she was early, and that only a dozen students had arrived.

Since it was going to take time to get the rest of the class of 2018 checked in, she opened her envelope. The top sheet was a standard welcome form letter. Next was a student handbook, and her class schedule. She also found a phone list for assorted services, including restaurants that delivered.

Amanda put all that into her backpack and pulled out the last sheet of paper. It looked like an advertisement, and she was about to crumple it up when the words 'Above Average Pay' caught her eye. She glanced at the ad:

One Female Freshman needed. Part-Time Job, Full-Time pay. Excellent benefits. Must meet exacting standards of deportment, fashion, intellect, manners, and availability. Duties vary. Drug, and smoke-free a must.

Contact Mr. James for details (847) 867-5309.

'It looks too good to be true, but it's worth checking out,' Mandy thought as she pulled out her phone, and dialed.

Before it could ring, a powerful male voice exploded from her earpiece, "Stanford James."

"Oh! Mr. James .... um, sorry, I didn't realize I would be speaking directly to you sir, I thought maybe I would be speaking to your assistant... um, it's about the job..." Amanda mentally kicked herself for making such a poor first impression. She could do this... so much rested on it.

Mr. James leaned back in his office chair, and took a deep breath. He loved the insecurity of the first contact, the slight quiver of nervousness in her voice. It was a power trip for him, and he loved it.

He affected a gruff surly demeanor, "Who do you think hires my personal assistant? My chauffeur? Never mind, I don't have the time to waste like that. Tell me about yourself."

"Er, of course, sir, my name is Amanda Jones, I'm 18, from Florida. I am starting at Northwestern this year..."

As she talked he used the details to locate her social media accounts.

One of the first results was an Instagram account that matched the info she provided. As she rambled on, he accessed it, grateful it wasn't private.

"...apply for the position." Mandy figured she haad recovered from her earlier missteps. She wondered if she impressed Mr. James with the academic and civic awards she'd earned. Mr. James wasn't even listening. This part was filler. Every girl that called had a similar spiel. Every single one could have read the same script.

Academic superstar in high school. Volunteered at the current pet charity of the woke class. How hard they would work for him with an anecdote that painted them in a positive light. and they all ended with a sob story about why they needed the job.

None of that mattered to him. He let them talk so he had time to peruse their social media accounts. All he cared about at this stage was what his eyes told him. One look at her pics, especially the one of her in that string bikini, and he knew she was the one he wanted. It had been a long time since he had one so...so adorable...so perfect.

"Thank you, Miss Jones, I have a few questions for you. Are you over 18?"

"Yes, I turned 18 in April."

"Do you have a car?"

"No, I don't. I do have a bike."

"A motorcycle or bicycle?"

"Bicycle."

"If you're hired for this position, you must learn to be precise with your language. In business, ambiguity can cost millions, as one of my former competitors learned. Do you have a driver's license?"

"I have a Class E operator license. Issued by the state of Florida, with no restrictions or endorsements." She had great difficulty keeping the sarcastic tone out of her voice.

"Good girl. You are a fast learner. Do you have clothing appropriate for an office environment?"

For some reason, she beamed at his praise. It sent a tingle through her body and put a smile on her face. "I have some, but not much. As soon as I get my first check, I can buy more," she replied, worried that her wardrobe was about to cost her this job.

"Finally, Miss Jones, can you tell me the difference between a shrimp fork and a salad fork?"

"A salad fork is smaller than a dinner fork and used for salad. Aa shrimp fork is small and placed on the right for shellfish," she hoped that was good enough. "My parents made sure to teach me manners, I won't embarrass you," she responded as she thought of her questions.

"I have some questions. The ad is light on details about the job. Can you tell me more about it?"

Mr. James leaned back on his chair and rested his feet on his desk after she asked that question. He had been wondering if she would ask about the job. Anyone who didn't was either too intimidated, or blase, either way, they didn't get an interview.

"Of course you can ask, and I'll even answer. You will work for me as one of four personal assistants. You will start as the most junior assistant, but if your work is satisfactory, you have a job until you graduate. Your duties will be to do anything I ask, or what Cassie, Amber, or Jeanie tell you. You need to be able to cook, clean, drive, and above all else, be completely loyal, and trustworthy. You will have access to secrets of both a personal, and business nature. Those secrets in the wrong hands could ruin, not only me, but the lives of everyone who works for me, and my suppliers."

He took a deep breath, and continued, "For this, you will be well-compensated. There is also a generous benefits package, room, and board, and access to all amenities. Are you still interested?"

"Very much so," Mandy said, trying but failing to contain her excitement. If she eliminated her rent, meal plan, and had a car, she would only need to pay her tuition and books. She figured the salary would cover that, She hoped there would be a little to spare.

"I will have my car at the student union tomorrow at ten am, you will be gone until late afternoon, does that work for you?"

Without even looking at her schedule, Mandy responded, "I'll be there."

"Good! I need your full name, exact date of birth, and social security number so that I can run a background check."

Mandy recited the requested info, as she saw other girls dial their phones, hang up, and dial again. She smirked when she realized that they were calling Mr. James about the job. Thinking it might help, she told him, "There's a dozen girls trying to call you right now. They look frustrated."

Mr. James chuckled, impressed at her observational skills. He felt surprised that she was comfortable enough to share not only the facts but her impression as well. Deciding to test her, he asked: "What makes you think they're calling me?"

"There's one three rows in front of me, she dials, listens, curses hangs up, and tries again. I'm pretty sure she's getting your voicemail."

He licked his lips, almost certain that she's the one. "Doubtless you're correct. On average I get over a hundred calls each year, and only about twenty get interviews. I'll send you a text message with instructions. Follow them as precisely as possible. There may be other candidates riding with you. I look forward to meeting you tomorrow," and the call ended.

Seconds later she got a series of text messages...

Mr. James: 58315 East Camden Drive. Hair: Modern conservative style, natural color. Makeup: Conservative colors, and natural looks. Nails: manicured. If polished conservative colors. Clothes: Formal business attire. Suits with skirts preferred. Hosiery is mandatory with skirts. Shoes must compliment the outfit in both color, and style.

Mandy read the message several times and thought about what she would need to do. She was a natural brunette, with gold highlights. She wore her hair in a shoulder-length bob. She didn't much like makeup but on occasion used some lip gloss or blush to accent her natural beauty. Her nails were trim, and not polished. So that was all kosher.

'The wardrobe might be a problem,' she thought. Then she remembered her mom bought her a business suit at a thrift store, just in case. It was a few years old but a classic style so it should be okay. It was a mid-thigh grey fitted skirt, and matching short jacket with a pale pink blouse. She also had several hold-up stockings in several colors. She even had a pair of open-toe wedges that matched.

She figured she needed to iron the clothes, and she didn't want to wait until the last minute. She left orientation and headed back to her apartment. As she dashed past a pretty black girl, she heard her say, "A shrimp fork is...," Mandy laughed, so she was unable to hear anymore.

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After fielding dozens of phone calls, he had scheduled three appointments for tomorrow. For some reason, he was much harder on the candidates this year than normal. Every time he started to ask his questions, he saw the picture of Mandy on his screen. No other candidate was even close to her in looks or attitude.

Pressing a buzzer on his desk he signaled his current assistants to come into his office.

First, he gave Jeanie a hard stare, "Why were you late this morning?"

"My plane had a mechanical failure, and made an emergency landing." She knew better than to apologize.

"You're traveling to close a time-sensitive, multimillion-dollar deal. Your plane breaks down. How would you explain to your shareholders why they lost millions in revenue. Would any excuse stop them from removing you as CEO? What lesson did you learn?"

"Not to travel at the last minute, and to always have a backup plan," Jeanie said, looking down at the floor.

"Good my pet. Now I will think over your punishment, and make it part of the screening process tomorrow. Go to your room, and think over how disappointed I was."

"Yes sir." She stood up, kissed his cheek, and left the room.

Once Jeanie had left, he handed Cassie a sheet of paper. "These are the three interviews I've set up for tomorrow. Go check their permanent records." Cassie nodded, took the slip of paper and left on her mission.

"Amber I need you to call Burt Macklin, give him the info on these three, and have him send the reports to my email." Mr. James knew that the retired FBI agent would find out everything about them.

It had been a long day, and Mr. James wanted to go to bed. He debated calling Jeanie to his bedroom, but he didn't want to feel relaxed and happy tomorrow. That might make him go easy tomorrow. He'd made that mistake a few years ago, and it had cost him. He went to bed and dreamt of the pretty Mandy in that oh so sexy bikini.