When I was 19 my parents went on a summer vacation and for the first time they had the decency to leave me at home on the condition that I found a summer job. Luckily I was able to get a job as an office intern at an Italian import company down town. The pay wasn't that good but I would be able to work there the entire summer and it would look good on my resume. After getting an introduction at the HR-department all interns were picked up by our new supervisors. Mine was named Eva, and I was greeted by a stunning woman in her early forties. She was tall and had long slim legs toped with a round curvy ass. She was wearing a nice grey dress suite and black high heel shoes that really made her show off her impressive figure. She introduced herself quickly and then walked me to the elevators and didn't say much at all until we reached her office on the top floor. During the elevator ride I had to force myself not to try and sneak a peak of her ass, but even though I kept my eyes off her I got a feeling she knew I wanted to. Once we reached the top floor Eva hurried along a corridor until we reached her office.
"Shut the door and take a seat!" She snapped at me, before walking around the desk to her chair. "Look," she continued, "HR must have fucked up, I really don't have time to babysit any interns this summer." I was kind of chocked at her outburst and could only sit and stare at her for awhile. She was really beautiful, with curly black hair and under her dress jacket you could see just enough cleavage to know she had a large pair of breasts. Realizing I was staring, I quickly looked out towards the window.
"I'm sorry," I said. "they told me I was suppose to do something about a file storage."
"Right," she answered me after a moment, "we're moving our archives down into the basement. All files need to be sorted first and put in boxes and then you can use the service elevator to move them down there. Management brings customers up here so you will have to stay quiet and stay out of their way."
She then reluctantly showed me around the office and where the archive was located. She also explained how I needed to sort all the files by date before storing them. My work was basically to pick up what felt like a couple of thousand boxes of files and carry them down to a storage room in the basement. Worst part was that the service elevator was so small I could only fit three boxes in there at once. It took me the better parts of that first week just to sort all the files and then on Friday morning I started shoving the boxes down the basement. During the week Eva was on my back about something all the time. Either I was too noisy, too slow, or just in the way. She was basically a bitch and treated me like I nothing more than a waste of space. Every time she walked past me though or walked off I caught a glimpse of her firm ass and long legs. She always wore fancy dress suits with stockings and high heel shoes. Her skirts were knee long, but tight, making her look classy but still sexy. You could always notice the men around the office checking her out. She was probably aware of it too but didn't take any notice.
Anyways, where this story gets interesting is after what happened down in the basement late on Friday afternoon. I was down there with one of the last batches of boxes and was walking back towards the elevator through the garage. There was a large black Mercedes parked in one of the spaces reserved for "Senior Management" and an old man in a suit and a younger one in a driver's uniform were walking towards the door. In the middle of the lane the old man dropped something and stopped to pick it up. That's when I saw in the corner of my eye how another car accelerated and headed straight for the old guy. In a split second I jumped and tackled him to the side, both of us just a few inches from being crushed by the speeding car. The car continued out towards the exit and disappeared, and the driver ran up to us and helped the old guy to his feet. I stumbled up myself and looked off towards the exit.
"What the hell was that?" I said out loud while the two men started talking in Italian. The driver made a quick call with his cell phone as they both hurried off towards the elevators. The driver waved me along and I just followed, still in chock after what had happened. Once in the elevator the old man looked more calm and started talking.
"Those are some nice reflexes kid. Looks like I owe you one," he said, "that was a brave thing you did down there."
"Oh, don't worry," I said, "I just saw the car and well, panicked."
"Still, I thank you." He then took my hand and slapped my arm, making me wince and grimace as pain shot through my body.
"Kid, you're hurt. Let's get you upstairs and taken care of," he said with a faint smile.
After we came upstairs we went into the coffee room where I sat down rubbing my arm. The driver went to call an ambulance so I was left alone with the old guy, who introduced himself as Mr. Salvio.
"So you work here?" He asked,
"Yeah," I answered, "just for the summer. I'm an intern."
"Hah," He laughed, "that's good. Helping out with this and that?"
"Yeah, mostly moving files into storage so far, I've only been here a week."
"Aha, working with Miss Eva then?" He said with a smirk, "pretty lady that!"
"I suppose." I hesitated and could see the old man giving me a peculiar look.
"You don't like her?"
"Oh, I don't know," I stared to stutter now. "Well, she's nice I suppose, but kind of a tough boss. Strict and such."
"Ha-ha!" The man laughed again. "So little Eva is giving you the bitch routine? You know she used to be my assistant back in the days. Maybe I can talk to her and..."
"No no!" I cut him off. "It's not that bad, I mean, I don't want to be a snitch."
"Don't worry kid, this is my company and she will listen to me. I'll make sure she treats you better. After all, it's the least I can do after what you did down there."
We sat in the coffee room awhile small talking about my school and the work I was doing until we were interrupted by some paramedics that came together with the driver. They checked us over quickly and found no serious injuries, just a few bruises and scratches. I went to the bathroom to clean up and Mr. Salvio went up to Eva's office together with the driver. I got there a few minutes later and could hear them having a heated discussion in Italian. I carefully knocked on the door and the driver opened. Eva was sitting in her chair, her face blushing red, while Mr. Salvio was sitting on her desk casually smiling up towards me.
"There's our hero, come in kid! I've just told miss Eva here about what you did, and she also thinks you need a reward. So I'll leave you to it." He laughed some more then went out the door. The driver slapped my back as he passed me and placed a business card in my hand.
"Call me if she gives you more shit kid." He said with a smirk. I could hear them both laughing and talking as they went to the elevators. Eva still sat behind her desk resting her head in her palms.
"Look," I said. "I only mentioned you were strict. I didn't mean to get you into trouble."
"Shut up," she screamed at me without raising her head. "You've really done it now!"
"Look, I'll just head home," I said.
"No!" She cut me off. "You don't understand, I owe Mr. Salvio some favors and well," she started to hesitate and finally looked up at me with a serious expression on her face.
To avoid her gaze I looked at the business card, which only had a cell phone number printed on it, but as I flipped it around I froze in chock at something written on the back. I kept reading it over and over and I felt blood rushing to my face. I actually blushed. On the back he had written. "Thanks kid, she's all yours!" I stood quiet in the office for a few moments, and then looked towards Eva.
"What do they mean?" I said, my mind running the words over and over again.
"I have to be, well, nicer to you," Eva sighed and continued to explain, "and I will. I'll give you a raise and cut off a few hours. I can write you a great recommendation letter. That's good right?" She nodded with confidence and shifted around in her chair to regain her composure.
"But it sais," as I started talking she slammed her hands hard on the desk and screamed at me.
"I don't give a shit what is sais! You can take it or leave it!" I was taken back a bit but looked back to the card.
"Might as well call him and ask," I said, and reached for my cell and dialed the number. Eva looked like she was about to jump me but went back to leaning her head into her palms.
"Yes." The driver answered right away.
"This's me, from the office," I said, "I don't think I understand this, and Eva doesn't either."
"Bitch!" The driver said in the phone. "She knows exactly! Look, she'll do exactly what you want or Mr. Salvio is going to be really disappointed. She's yours for the summer kid. You can have her on all fours barking like a dog if you want, while you fuck her in the ass! Now hand her the phone." I did as he said, chocked by his words, and handed her the phone. They exchanged a few lines in Italian, ending with Eva letting out a deep sigh. She then handed back the phone and looked up at me.
