Hr The Intern Kaylee Pt 02

Human Resources: The Intern, Kaylee, Part 2

Kaylee's work at the Firm was much less glamorous than she'd thought it would be. Instead of actually designing print graphics, she was mostly used for grunt work, making copies, getting drinks as needed, and some file-management activities on the computers. But, she knew she was starting on the ground floor.

Her work with Ms. Bostwick continued, with the older woman driving her to and from work, and for giving her... mentoring... every couple of days. She'd even been called into a meeting with Mrs. Patterson once, presumably to make sure her work at the Firm was going well. But it ended up being a make-out session, with the older woman bringing her to orgasm with her fingers while the intern sat on her lap.

All in all, she was satisfied with the work she was doing, and she was learning a lot with the... extracurricular... activities. They were just not a part of her original expectation. It seemed like a lot of people in the advertising industry were a little... sexual... at work.

On Thursday of her second week, Ms. Bostwick called Kaylee to her office. At 10am, Kaylee knocked on her door.

"You wanted to see me?" she asked, standing in the doorway.

"Yes... Kaylee, come in."

Kaylee came into the office and stood in front of the desk. She knew better than to have a seat without being told to. She received a pretty good talking-to and spanking after her first infraction. She found out quickly that spanking her was their way of correcting any behavioral infractions.

Emily gathered a manilla folder together that was about a half-inch thick and handed it to her. "Please take this down to legal and have them sign it. In fact, I want you to get it signed by Ms. Terrington specifically. And don't leave until it's signed, then bring it back to me. Do you understand?"

Kaylee nodded.

"You do whatever you have to to get Ms. Terrington to sign this today."

Kaylee nodded and took the folder. "Yes ma'am. Is that all ma'am?"

"Yes it is," Emily said. "Let them know that this is urgent. The client is coming in tomorrow to start work immediately. Also, I'm going to need your help with them tomorrow. I'd like you to assist Ms. Pruit and Ms. Canyon with anything they need. That will be your only job tomorrow... keeping them very happy. Is that clear?"

"Yes ma'am," Kaylee said, nodding. In just a short week, Kaylee had learned exactly how to defer to Ms. Bostwick. She learned that her mentor liked promptness and curt responses. She also learned that the woman's libido peaked just after bedtime and that she would indeed have nights with little sleep over the next few months.

"Pruit?" Kaylee asked. "Is she...?"

"Yes," Emily nodded. "She's the granddaughter of the Firm's founder Michelle Pruit. That's one of the reasons were working on this campaign. This is actually kind of an odd advertising campaign for us."

Kaylee was excited. She was going to actually work with a member of the Pruit family! "And Ms. Canyon?" Kaylee asked.

"Natasha Canyon is an entrepreneur, getting into a lot of different things, make-up, clothing, that sort of thing," Ms. Bostwick said. "We'll be helping her advertise a new perfume she developed. She's a force to be reckoned with. She started her career just over ten years ago in the porn industry and is a highly popular there. She has over a thousand film credits under her belt. She's smart, beautiful, and wealthy."

"Oh," Kaylee said softly, a little intimidated and a little excited to work with such a successful woman. This was definitely going to be an experience for her.

"That's all for right now, if you don't have any other questions," Emily said, opening another manilla folder and turning the pages to start reading, ignoring Kaylee.

Kaylee quickly left the office and turned down the hall towards the elevators. She went down to the third floor where legal was located and went to the secretary.

"Kaylee, right?" the young woman asked.

Kaylee smiled and nodded. It was nice when people knew your name. "Yes. I'm looking to see if Ms. Terrington is in today. I have some papers from Ms. Bostwick that need her signature."

The secretary nodded and looked at her computer monitor to check the schedule. "Yes... she's in... and she's available. Let me call her really quick." She picked up the phone and pressed one of the buttons. "Kaylee's here to see you," she said. Kaylee couldn't hear the reply, but the girl nodded and hung up the phone. "Ms. Terrington will see you now," she said.

"Thanks!" Kaylee said and walked towards the back offices. Ms. Amanda Terrington's door was open so she knocked and stood at the threshold.

"Kaylee. Come on in and close the door," the older woman said. Her long, wavy blond hair was perfect, as was her make-up, looking like she just came from the salon. "What can I do for you?"

Kaylee stood in front of her desk and handed her the manilla folder. "Ms. Bostwick asked me to bring these to you to have them signed."

Amanda set the folder aside, barely stopping the work she was doing. "Ok. Thank you. Tell her I'll have them to her on Monday."

"I'm sorry, but Ms. Bostwick said that the client is coming in tomorrow so there is urgency to get them signed today," Kaylee said. "She asked that I stay here until they're signed."

"Really?" Amanda said, looking the young woman up and down. Kaylee was short, standing barely over five foot tall, and was wearing a short blue dress. "And I suppose if I delayed, you'd just stay here with me all day long. Wouldn't you? And give me company."

Kaylee looked at her, nervously. "Yes," she said quietly.

Amanda smiled. "I might be able to sign these now... but there'd have to be something to raise its priority of course. I'm a very busy woman. Is there... something... you can do to make this more important to me?"

Kaylee looked at her, confused. "Ma'am? I don't... I don't know what you mean."

"I can assure you that if you think that I will jump and do your bidding just because you're standing in my office then you're sorely mistaken," Amanda said. "Your mere presence doesn't make me feel an urgency. You'll have to do better than that."

"I mean, I know this is important," Kaylee said. "What... what else can I do? What do you want me to do?"

Amanda sat back in her chair, as if in thought. "Come here. Come around here," she said, indicating the spot beside her. Kaylee walked around the desk and stood where she indicated. "You are a cute, little thing, aren't you? How old are you?"

"I'm... I'm twenty," Kaylee said nervously.

"Twenty years old... what a great age!" Amanda said. "I remember having a lot of fun when I was twenty... in college... with my sorority sisters. Are you in a sorority?"

Kaylee shook her head. "No, ma'am."

Amanda nodded. "Ok. I think you're pretty lucky that Ms. Bostwick has started mentoring you, then. That kind of education is invaluable in being successful later in life. I have some very fond memories of being with my sorority sisters and now... we talk all the time. I even got my job here because of them."

"Wow!" Kaylee said, a little surprised.

"So... I'm sure Ms. Bostwick has taught you how to kiss, correct?"

Kaylee blushed and nodded. She and Ms. Bostwick had kissed a lot over the past two weeks.

"Why don't you show me what you've learned?"

Amanda leaned on the arm of her chair, moving her face closer to Kaylee. The younger woman licked her lips nervously, feeling them get dry all of the sudden and took a step forward. She bent down and kissed Amanda lightly on the lips, then stood back up.

"Um... ok... that was not at all what I expected," Amanda said. "Surely you can do better than that."

Kaylee leaned forward again and kissed the older woman again, their lips parting, their tongues playing, teasing. As the kiss became more passionate, Kaylee could feel Ms. Terrington's arm wrap around her waist, her hand pressing into Kaylee's back, trapping her, holding her close.

They broke the kiss after a full minute, and Kaylee felt physically excited. Ms. Terrington was an even better kisser than Ms. Bostwick!

"Mmm," Amanda moaned softly, looking at the young woman. She used her arm to pull Kaylee in again, into yet another kiss as Amanda pulled even harder and further, turning her chair towards Kaylee. "Sit in my lap," she said between kisses and Kaylee did, sitting sideways.

As Kaylee kissed her more and more, Amanda first palmed her small, A-cup breasts, squeezing them through her dress and her bra, teasing her hard, sensitive little nipple, then slid her hand down her body. With that one hand, she flipped Kaylee's dress up and slid her hand beneath the material and onto her bare thigh.

Kaylee gasped at the contact, but didn't protest or move away. As Ms. Terrington's hand moved higher, in fact, the more Kaylee spread her legs apart, offering herself to the older woman. In seconds Ms. Terrington's hand had slid beneath her panties and was stroking her pussy while kissing her.

Kaylee panted as those stroking fingers slid into her pussy, sliding deep as her thumb strummed her clit. Kaylee was getting more and more excited as the woman fingered her pussy. Her little body was almost as limp as a ragdoll as the older woman used her as she pleased.

Without stopping the kiss, Ms. Terrington drove Kaylee to an orgasm, letting her pant and moan and scream into her mouth to try to dampen the sound. Then she removed her hand and stroked the young woman, holding her to her body, feeling her breathing slow again as she stroked her hair.

"Was that good?" Amanda asked her, kissing the top of her head.

"Yes," Kaylee said, breathing more normally.

"Now... that was a great start," Amanda said. "But I need you to give me an orgasm before I sign the papers. Why don't you get down on your knees." She used both hands to inch up her skirt to her waist and spread her legs, draping one over the arm of the chair. With one hand, she pulled her panties aside, exposing her shaved, wet pussy. "Let's see what else Ms. Bostwick has taught you... what else your little mouth can do."

*****

As she had been directed, Kaylee reported to the Photography Department on Friday morning ready to do whatever was asked of her. There were several people milling about, a few that she'd met already.

"Ok. Can we get started?" Ms. Bostwick said and everyone gathered around the conference table and took a seat. "I'd like to introduce to you Gracie Pruit from Platinum Models and her client and model Natasha Canyon." Everyone clapped for the two of them. "They're here today..."

Kaylee was absolutely stunned. Natasha Canyon was middle aged, a dirty blond, and tall... with unimaginable breasts! Her DDD-cup breasts were the largest Kaylee had ever seen. She had no idea how the woman's bra could ever contain them. They bounced and wobbled so... seductively... with every move she made that Kaylee practically drowned out the rest of the meeting, unable to pay attention to anything else.

"... Anthony and Rob will be situated around you, as if waiting for some future stop, but they'll find you more interesting," Camilla, the photographer said. "I'll have them start touching, maybe at the waist, then moving up. I think I'll have one of them grope you from behind while the other brings your shirt up to expose your breasts by the end. Once exposed, then they trade with the one in the back starting to unfasten your shorts and begin touching your pussy, while the one in front handles your breasts. I'm thinking I'll have you fight them off at first, but it'll be a losing battle. Make sense?"

Camilla looked around the room as everyone seemed to nod in agreement. "Any questions or comments? Ms. Canyon? Ms. Pruit?" The two new women shook their heads. "Ok, then. I'll have Christy start on your makeup and Theresa will find something suitable for you to wear. We'll start in an hour."

The meeting seemed fast to Kaylee, but that was because her mind was elsewhere. As people filed from the conference room, Ms. Bostick grabbed her hand and led her to the newcomers.

"Natasha, Gracie, I'd like to introduce you to Kaylee," Emily said. "She's our intern. And her job today is to do whatever is needed to keep you happy. She will remain by your side for the day, so if there's anything you need, anything at all, just tell her. She'll make it happen."

"Hi Kaylee," Gracie said, extending her hand and shaking Kaylee's.

"Hi Kaylee. I'm Natasha," the model said, extending her hand in introduction. Kaylee took it, noting how soft and warm her skin was and blushed. Natasha seemed to hold her hand longer than normal, almost as if she didn't want to let go. "Oh... she's shy. How sweet. Where do you find shy girls in today's world?"

Emily smiled. "Oh, they're out there. They're just harder and harder to find. We grabbed Kaylee all the way from a little town in Missouri."

"Missouri?" Natasha giggled. "A small-town girl, huh? I'm from Kansas, myself, so I know all about girls like you. I haven't been back in a long time, though, so we'll have to talk later."

Kaylee blushed even more as the beautiful model took a personal interest in her. "Ok."

"Where do you want me?" Natasha called out to Christy, her makeup artist.

"Over here if you would." Christy was moving towards a chair set in front of a desk and brightly lit mirror.

"Ok." Natasha looked at Kaylee. "Can you get me a bottled water, please?"

Kaylee smiled. "Sure!" She ran to the mini-fridge and grabbed a bottle, then for the next hour, waited patiently for Natasha to get out of makeup and wardrobe.

A portion of the room had been decorated to look like a subway car, complete with low-hanging bars for handholds. Natasha was dressed in a light, short length skirt and an extremely tight, white tank top. The outline of her bra was very visible through the tight, stretchy material as well as the hard points of her nipples.

As the photoshoot started, Natasha was standing, holding the safety bar above her, as if riding in a very crowded subway car. The two men were pressed close to her, one in front and one in back. At first, they seemed to ignore her. But very soon, the man in front turned towards her, crowding her personal space, while the man in back did the same, sandwiching her between them.

The photographer moved around, shooting different angles as the man in back first slid his hands on Natasha's legs and hip, moving up to her sides. Slowly his hands moved up even higher, towards her breasts. She pushed them away a few times, but then the man in the front, held her wrists, trapping her. The man in the back started fondling her breasts.

Kaylee was surprised at how big Ms. Canyon's breasts were in the man's hands. Even his big hand with spread fingers could barely contain the extra large lobes. As she pretended to fight off the man behind her, Ms. Canyon had to suddenly deal with the man in front pulling her shirt up, exposing her breasts. As she tried to block him and lower her shirt, the man in back seemed to take advantage again and pull her shirt higher, above her breasts, letting his hands now caress her over her bra.

Kaylee watched, entranced as his hands slid inside her bra and teased her bare flesh before pulling her breasts partially out of her bra. Natasha's body undulated and she acted perfectly, pretending as if she was both excited and upset that the two men were molesting her.

Kaylee met Natasha's gaze. "Wait a second. Wait a second," Natasha said suddenly, shaking her head as if everything was wrong. The men dropped their hands after a moment.

"What's wrong?" Camilla asked.

"I don't know. This just doesn't feel... I don't know... different." Natasha seemed a little upset. "I just feel like this has been done to death... two guys molesting a woman on a subway. Wow. Exciting." Her voice made it clear that it definitely wasn't exciting, at least not to her.

Kaylee did find it exciting, never having seen anything like this before and she couldn't help but continue to stare at Natasha's half exposed, bouncing breasts.

"What if..." Natasha said, pausing as she thought of what to say. "What if instead of guys, we have... maybe... a school girl. Maybe a gang of Catholic school girls. Maybe with one that's in charge, directing the others, because she's the one that wants my body. Like she gets me first or something."

"You're thinking like a... girl gang or something?" Camilla asked.

"Yeah!" Natasha agreed excitedly. "Not like a street gang. But... good Catholic school girls gone bad kind of feel."

"I like it... but that's not what we have to work with today."

"I like it, too," Gracie said. "Maybe we can do that another day? I don't want to waste people's time here."

"No," Natasha objected. "I want to change today's shoot. This is tired and old."

Gracie walked up beside Natasha. "Honey, this is what we agreed to. Remember? These are the models we have on hand. We can't just change things on a dime."

"What if...," Natasha suggested, "then what if today we just have one school girl along with the two guys. What if she's, like, in charge of them or something."

"What do you think?" Gracie asked, turning towards Camilla.

"I think it'll work. We just need a school girl. Let me get Emily..."

Kaylee felt shocked when Natasha pointed directly at her and all eyes turned. "What about her? Do we have a Catholic school girl costume that'll fit her?"

"Theresa?" Camilla yelled. "Do we have a size zero Catholic school girl uniform?"

"On it!" Theresa yelled, disappearing into the next room that was filled with various costumes and props.

Kaylee stood, unable to process what was happening. She'd quickly gone from someone in the background to someone that everyone was looking at and it made her uncomfortable.

"Can you do this?" Camilla asked her.

"Um... I..." Kaylee said softly, blushing.

"Oh, she'll do it," Natasha purred.

Within minutes, Theresa came out of wardrobe carrying a white shirt with a necktie, a short, plaid skirt, knee-high white socks, and black Mary Jane shoes. She helped pull Kaylee's dress off and then put the costume on, with speed and efficiency.

Camilla pulled the young woman onto the set and directed her to stand on Natasha's back side, away from the camera. "Ok, ok... so, I'm thinking your tits are exposed and held by Anthony while Rob is holding your arms away. School girl will grab and tease your nipple, then... then... come forward and lick it. Sound good?"

Kaylee was still in shock, barely understanding what everyone was saying. They were wanting her to... to do what?

"Ok... lets get back into it. Gentlemen?" The male models regained their position and Natasha started her roleplaying of the helpless victim. "Ok... school girl... hand up... on her breast."

Kaylee, embarrassed but knowing she had to follow directions, brought her hand up and cupped Natasha's breast, her hard nipple poked into her fingers.

"Fingers... play with her nipple... yeah... yeah... pinch it... pull it," Camilla directed, snapping picture after picture as Kaylee performed as directed. "Nice! Ok... now, let's trade off with the guys. Anthony, grab her arms... and Rob... you start pulling her skirt up. Yeah... yeah... Natasha turn a little so we can see your panties. That's nice!"

Kaylee was starting to enjoy her role as it all just centered around her following commands. Even as the photographer was directing different elements of the shoot, she continued to play with Natasha's nipple, off camera.

"Ok, school girl... put your hand on her stomach... yeah, like that... slide it down... slowly... yeah... yeah." Natasha's skin felt so warm and soft in Kaylee's hand and she was enjoying touching it like this. Her hand moved lower and lower, as directed, and then she felt the material of her skirt and stopped. "What are you doing? Keep going... see if you can get your fingers inside her panties."