A silent tear fell from Jennifer's creamy cheek onto the file she was working on. Her crystal blue eyes were turning red as she glanced at the huge pile of files her boss, Jim Turner had just given her. Wiping her tears, she flicked through it. It was 5pm already, and there was no way she would be leaving early tonight.
She took off her tailored navy jacket and swung it over the high backed chair and straightened her sheer white blouse. She felt blessed to have been offered the internship at Peters Ferrell Wallow & Turner solicitors.
Jennifer was expected to work late and do weekend work which normally she didn't mind, but tonight was her one year anniversary to Mike, and they were hoping to go out for dinner.
She loved her job and the money was excellent for an internship, so she put up with her dominating/self righteous boss, Jim, and his chauvinistic associates. All of her male peers enjoyed making her squirm, making snide remarks and leering down her top.
Jim sat in his plush office, lit a cigar, put his feet on his mahogany table and watched his sassy intern through the glass doors. His office quickly filled with the pungent aroma of his cigar. Blowing the cigar smoke through the air he enjoyed watching her work at the end of his busy week.
He could see she had a white lacy bra on today through her blouse and her navy skirt had a split down the side that would stop traffic. Jennifer had great legs and always wore high heels which accentuated her toned muscles.
Jim, feeling the ache in his loins, couldn't wait any longer; he would have this bitch tonight.
"Jennifer, could you come into my office please?" Jim yelled out to her gruffly.
Jennifer rolled her eyes, "What the fuck now?" she said under her breath.
Jennifer walked towards his office, her hips swaying gently, with a pencil and paper, "Yes Mr. Turner?"
Jim watched the 20 year old beauty enter his office and his cock twitched slightly. Her firm ripe tits jiggled teasingly under her blouse. He motioned her to come round to his side of the desk. "Sit," he said to her, clearing his desk.
"You see Jennifer, I have a problem," looking at her long legs draped over his expensive desk. "I feel uncomfortable," grabbing his semi erect dick, "And I believe you have the cure," leaning back on his worn leather chair, laughing loudly.
Jennifer in shock stood up and walked hurriedly towards the door. Jim stood and grabbed her arm tightly, towering over her frame. "No you don't my sweet; you will now do what I tell you to. I am sick of you interns coming in here thinking you own the place. You owe me bitch to work here, now get on your knees and pleasure my cock, NOW!"
With a feeling of helplessness and tears in her eyes Jennifer knelt on the lush maroon carpet.
