Thank you to OldBroad76 for editing for me.
Warning: This story involves heavy degrading and use of the N word.
First Day
Kelly was finishing up getting ready for the first day at her first job. Her mum and dad had been going on at her for nearly a year to start working since she left high school, finally giving her an ultimatum to get a job before she turned 19 or they would stop paying for everything.
Luckily, she got a job 2 months before she turned 19 at some sales company in the centre of town.
When she went for the interview, she realised that everyone there wore suits, so her mum and dad got her a smart outfit for work.
Looking at herself in the mirror, Kelly pulled down her grey pencil skirt slightly. It went halfway down her thick, firm thighs. She had never worn a skirt like that before, but she liked the way it looked covering her ebony skin.
On her top, she wore a simple white blouse and a grey tight blazer. The blazer was more to help cover up her tits. She was usually more than happy to show them off since her chest was large for someone her size, but she thought it was best to hide her chest at her new job.
Kelly had always thought of herself as plump. She wasn't the tallest girl in the world, but she loved her curvy, dark body, and she also loved the way men gawked at her thick thighs, curvy ass, and big tits when she wore very little clothing.
However, she put that side of her away for her new job.
She combed her thick, long, black hair back and went downstairs to see her Mum and Dad in the kitchen getting ready for their jobs. Her mum turned and gave a funny look.
"Are you not going to wear tights?" She asked.
"What's wrong with it?" Kelly pouted as she looked down and stared at her exposed, smooth legs.
Sure, it was a little revealing, but Kelly didn't want to hide her entire personality. Plus, it was the middle of summer, so it was too hot for tights.
"Nothing," Her mum sighed, "good luck today."
"Thank you." Kelly replied.
"Yes, good luck, hun." Her dad said and kissed her forehead.
When he pulled back, Kelly sensed him examining her face full of make-up. Her lips were covered with red, and her eyes lids were shadowy. He didn't say anything, but obviously he was a little disappointed with her look.
Kelly walked to the bus stop in her three inch heels, which were much shorter than what she normally wore, and headed to the office.
Upon entering, she was greeted by a fairly handsome man coming down the stairs to the front desk.
"Hey, Kelly, right?" He asked.
"Yes, it's my first day." Kelly replied with a smile.
He's cute, for a white guy.
The tall man with short brown hair extended his hand.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Carl; come in." He said.
Kelly shook his hand and caught him glimpsing down at her chest.
I guess it's impossible to completely hide these,
she thought.
When he let go, Kelly followed him through the door to the main office. There were about eight other guys in suits, all looking around 30 years old. Most of them were on the phone or too focused on their emails to look up at Kelly.
"Wait here. I'll get the big boss." Carl said and walked off.
Kelly looked around, immediately feeling she was in way over her head. She was surrounded by older men in what looked to be a very serious environment, one she was not used to.
A few moments later, the man who interviewed her came out of an office at the back.
It was Mr Taylor, and he must've been in his 50s. He had short black hair with grey strands hinting through at the sides. For an older man, he was pretty handsome, as well.
"Kelly," He said with a smile, "so glad you came."
He reached out, and Kelly shook his hand.
"Of course, I'm ready to work." Kelly said, wanting to sound enthusiastic.
"Perfect," Mr Taylor replied, "why don't you take a seat at the front desk, and I'll be back in a second to start your training. Do you want a coffee?"
"I'm good thank you." Kelly replied.
She turned and headed back to the reception area, aware that both Carl and Mr Taylor didn't move and were most likely staring at her curvy ass in her tight skirt as she walked away.
Kelly sat herself down at the front desk and waited patiently.
This is it then, this is where I'll work from now on.
Less than ten minutes later, Mr Taylor arrived again holding a mug for himself. He pulled up a chair and sat down next to her.
"So, it's an easy job," He said. "All you have to do is greet people when they come in, find out who they want, and come grab them. Other than that, it's answering the phones."
"Sounds easy enough." Kelly replied. Part of what appealed her to this job was that it sounded easy.
"I'm sure you'll be fine." Mr Taylor replied with a smile.
He spent the next half hour showing Kelly how to work their database system, transfer calls, and any paperwork she may need to give people coming in.
Kelly spotted at one point that Mr Taylor didn't have a wedding ring on, but there was an obvious tan line of where one should be.
And after that brief training, Kelly was left on her own to do her job.
Flirty Co-workers
"Morning Kelly," Carl said as he walked through the front door. "How are you getting on?"
"Yeah, not bad," Kelly replied with a smile. "Same old, same old."
"Not up to anything exciting last night?" He asked, taking off his jacket and hanging it up.
"Nah, just watched TV." Kelly told him. She thought to leave out the bit of her using a dildo to make herself cum 3 times.
"You know, you've been here nearly a month now, and I've not once heard you mention a boyfriend," Carl then joked, "Shouldn't girls your age be out there dating?"
"God, who has time for that?" Kelly replied sarcastically.
Carl then leant over the reception counter, in his tight, white t-shirt. The obvious muscles on his arms looked pretty amazing.
"I'm sure there's tons of guys who want to take you out." He said in a whisper.
"Who said there wasn't?" Kelly joked back. "I'm just picky."
Which was true, Kelly had never had a boyfriend. Hell, she had only had sex with two guys, and one of them was because she was drunk.
"Well, maybe you will meet the right guy soon." Carl said, flashed her a wink and headed back to the office.
God he is hot,
Kelly thought and felt a sudden heat between her legs.
She had never been interested in white guys before. She didn't know if it was a cultural thing or what, but she had only ever been with black guys. However, working with all these handsome white men was starting to have an effect on young Kelly.
One by one, all the guys turned up for work. Last was Mr Taylor.
"Morning." He said with his usual smile.
"Morning." Kelly said back.
She instantly saw his eyes flicker down to her chest. In his defence, Kelly had given up wearing blazers, so her tits bulged out of her tops, but she found it a compliment to get such stares.
"I need you to run and get me some stamps." Mr Taylor told her.
It wasn't a request, more like an order, but Kelly didn't mind. After all, he was her boss.
"Of course, sir." Kelly said.
Mr Taylor walked to the back office, and Kelly grabbed her bag to walk to the post office. That was when John, another employee who was pretty attractive, emerged from the office.
"Hey, need some company?" He asked.
