I had been working for the company for a few weeks now. I had worked hard to get this job, the pay was great and it was helping me catch up with the bills. I was recently divorced and times had been hard. My colleagues were all really friendly and there were even a couple of guys that looked quite interesting, one of them being my manager, Peter Brown. Sex these past few months had been virtually non-existent. But that was just my secret fantasy and I kept it to myself. This job would make my life so much better.

I never really had much to do with the manager. He tended just to leave the staff alone to get on with things. None of us knew much about him except that he was married. We had never seen his wife. Then suddenly out of the blue, he rang the phone on my desk. He asked me to go and see him. It was the first time that he had ever spoken to me since the interview. I knocked on the door and went in. The office had a long leather couch at one end and there was a desk at the other, which he was sitting behind, and a chair in front of his desk. He told me to sit on the chair. He stared at me for a minute, making me feel a little bit uncomfortable. I felt myself getting a bit flushed. I did think to myself that I really did fancy him like hell but this was surprising me. Then he told me that things had gone drastically wrong in our section and that it was my fault. He said that my financial forecast return had been so inaccurate that the company was now having cash flow problems. Some people may not even get paid that week because of it. I was going to be sacked by the senior manager. I was totally horrified but didn’t understand how that could have happened. Was he right about that? I didn’t really think so. I started to ask questions but he told me to be quiet. He knew a way that we could get out of it but it would mean that his boss would be furious with him.

I asked him what could I do to help him and told him that I really didn’t want to lose my job. It meant a lot to me. I told him that I would do anything. He had a glint in his eye and then asked me would I really do anything? I told him that I would. He told me to go and lie on the couch. I was really worried, embarrassed but then strangely excited. This was totally new to me. I sat on the couch. He stayed where he was and told me to hitch up my skirt, lie back with my arse on the edge of the couch, my feet on the floor. I felt totally awkward but did what he said. He told me to open my legs wide so that he could see from where he was. He told me to pull my knickers to one side and to play with myself. ‘Do it better than you did that financial forecast,’ he said ‘or I will have to punish you.’

I started to clumsily play with myself but found the experience quite humiliating in some ways but then I was also turned on like hell. It was just so strange doing this in front of a virtual stranger.

‘That really isn’t good enough,’ he said. ‘I will have to tell the boss what happened.’

I begged him not to and said that I would try again. The manager didn’t say anything but nodded at me to continue.

I laid back, closed my eyes and tried to forget that he was watching me. I used one hand to gently massage my clit and the other to stroke my nipples. It was really turning me on and I started to feel very, very wet. I would let my finger trail down my slit and draw up the moisture towards my clit so I could keep massaging. I felt really close to coming, so I pushed two fingers inside of me and began fucking myself. I heard myself moaning, about to come. I just had to taste my juices, almost unaware that I was being watched, and I sucked my fingers dry while using my other hand to finish off my orgasm. Then I opened my eyes. The manager was standing over me.

‘Stop,’ he said, ‘you dirty bitch. You are enjoying that far too much. This is supposed to be a punishment. Get your hands off yourself.’

I had been seconds away from coming. I was panting and couldn’t believe was he was saying that to me.

‘If you can’t even make yourself come properly, how do you think you’ll ever survive in this company? That was the worst that I have ever seen.’

‘I could try again,’ I said to him, but he just shook his head. It confused me as I could see he had a massive hard-on. I thought to myself that his cock must be massive. God, was that coming my way? It scared me a little bit.

He told me to take off my knickers. He looked me up and down and then told me to take off my top. I was sure that he almost gasped when he saw my tits bulging over the top of my bra, but he stayed composed. He reached towards me and cupped one of my tits, lifting it out of my bra. He leaned towards me and started to suck on my nipple. It went so hard straight away, feeling almost painful. My whole body was just so sensitive and so hot from nearly coming. I felt that I needed a really good fuck, still panting. After a couple of minutes, he started sucking on my other tit while using his fingertips to massage the other. I felt like I was dripping on the floor from desperation, just needing something to cool me down. I could feel his massive erection as he leaned into me and just so wanted him.

‘Please fuck me, fuck me now. I really need to feel you inside of me now. Please sir, fuck me now.’

He ran a finger up my slit then tasted it, teasing me as he did, savouring each of his fingers in turn. He did it again, this time letting me suck his fingers. I could swear it was turning him on, but he remained so cool.

‘So you want to feel my cock inside of you, then? I suppose that I could fuck you, but do you really want me to? I don’t think you do, you aren’t very wet and you don’t look like you want me.’

I was getting to the point where I could hardly breathe. I almost thought that I would just have to start playing with myself again. ‘Please fuck me, sir. I really want to feel your cock inside me,’ I begged again.

‘OK then, I’ll see how I feel in a minute,’ he said.

He told me to hitch up my skirt around my waist and to lie over the edge of the couch face down. I was so hot but I didn’t really know what was about to happen. Was I actually going to get fucked? My entire body was screaming out for it. I felt his hand stroke my arse, then it moved away and I felt a really hard slap, stinging my cheek. ‘Yes, you really need to be punished for being such a dirty bitch.’ Then he slapped me again. It stung like hell but was making me feel even more desperate. ‘Shall I fuck you?’ he said as he slapped me again.

‘Please, please,’ I said.

I heard his zip going down and felt his hand stroking me. Suddenly he pushed two fingers into me and started pumping in and out of me. His other hand came around the front and stroked my clit. I was on fire. He pulled out his fingers then slapped me again.

‘I am not sure you deserve my cock,’ he said. I felt his huge cock rubbing against my arse and into my slit, the pre-cum on the tip of his cock making me even more slippery. He began nudging his cock into my pussy, separating my lips and sliding it in quite easily despite its size, as I was so wet. I suddenly felt so full up as he pushed his cock deep into me. It felt so fucking good and I couldn’t believe how big he really was. He stayed there for a second without moving. He was in total control.

He began fucking me with slow, deliberate strokes, sometimes almost pulling out completely, as if he was going to stop. Then he would start again, breathing into my neck. It was driving me insane and he knew it. I just needed to come so badly.

‘Are you sure you want my cock?’ he said again.

‘Oh, my god, please just fuck me,’ I said.

It carried on with the controlled strokes. I felt the pressure building and knew that this would be the best orgasm that I had ever had because he had made me hold back for so long. Then it hit me, he could feel that I was coming again and he quickened his stroke. The orgasm that I felt racked my body and seemed to last for ages with my legs buckling beneath me. God, it had been worth waiting for, a sweet, hot orgasm that I felt right down to my toes. My whole body was tingling from it. I could feel him breathing heavily on my shoulder and could hearing him softly moaning. Then I felt his load shooting inside me as he gripped my waist. He laid against me for a few seconds before pulling out. I could feel our juices, mixed up, running down the inside of my legs. God, I needed to do it all again.

He stood up and started to dress. I was still feeling a little bit uncomfortable but got up and started to dress as well. He returned to his desk. ‘That will be all, thank you,’ he said, and he picked up his phone.

An old man sat in his home staring at the many pictures on his den room wall. Each portrait recalled a distant memory from his past as if it had happened yesterday. He slowly turned his head to glance at a photograph sitting on the mantel of the fireplace. A smile came across his face- this picture was his pride and joy, his happiest moment. He picked up the picture and looked into the face of the woman with the sleek, black bob cut and alabaster skin. “What a beauty you were,” he said to himself.

He held tight to the picture and slowly let his mind wander back to his younger days…1930,a bright sunny day in California. A young man of about 19 had just gotten a job working as a janitor. He was tall, about 6′2, with light brown hair and green eyes. His arms were muscled from all those years of farm work back home in Missouri. His family had moved to California because of the Depression, the farm had gone under like all the other jobs in the Midwest. California seemed like the best place to begin again.

As he mopped the floor in the hallway of the Studio he worked in, he heard the sound of laughter coming from outside. He could hear people yelling along with the sound of flash bulbs from cameras. Curious, he went to see what the commotion was about. When he rounded the corner, he saw her, a vision of grace and beauty personified.

Louise Brooks, the new shining star of the silver screen. He had seen a few of her movies, as many as he could afford to. Movies like Pandora’s Box and The Show Off made back in ‘26. He was crazy about her- after all, she was strikingly beautiful and could get any man she wanted. If only he could just talk to her, his day and life would go better. He grew nervous as she made her way into the building past many screaming and adoring fans.

He stood back against the nearest wall, like a soldier awaiting inspection. Hoping to be noticed by his queen, he waited. As Louise or “Brooksie” as he called her, came around the corner, sweat began to bead on his forehead. Louise suddenly stopped when she passed him. “Hi there sweetie,” she said with cheery disposition. She smiled at him then asked. “Workin’ hard?” He was so shocked at the fact that she had spoken to him. He replied with a stutter,”Y-y-y-yes ma’am.” Louise laughed a little. “I’ve seen your movies ma’am…you’re swell,” he blurted. Feeling embarrassed, he dropped his head. Louise touched his shoulder.

“Well would you like an autograph?” she asked kindly. All he could do was nod. She motioned for one of the men behind her to hand her something. A thin faced man behind her handed over something the size of a post card. She then took a pen and asked, “Who do I say this is to?” The boy stood motionless then replied. “Matthew.” He took a breath, “The name is Matthew.” Louise jotted something down on the piece of paper and handed it to him. “There ya go sugar,” she said,her Kansas accent somewhat noticeable. Matthew looked at the photograph and smiled. It read, “To Matthew from Louise…May all you hope for in life come true.”

Louise leaned over and kissed his cheek. Her lips were soft. She smelled sweet like honeysuckle. “See you later.” She continued on down the hall to her dressing room. Matthew went to the coat room to put his newly acquired prize in his coat pocket. He could think of nothing better than to tell his folks what happened when he got home later that day. After safely stashing the picture in his coat, he returned to his janitorial duties.

As he mopped the floor, he noticed one of the doors to a dressing room was cracked open. He reached for the knob to close it since there might be someone in there changing. Suddenly, he heard a voice coming from inside. “You can come in if you like.” The woman’s voice sounded familiar. The door swung open and there before Matthew’s very eyes was Louise looking back at him. “Hello again, I didn’t realize I had left the door open.” Matthew replied, “I can close it for you Brooksie…I mean, Miss Brooks.” Feeling awkward for calling her “Brooksie,” he began to walk off. “Hey,it’s alright, I like knowing my fans adore me enough to call me that.” Feeling better, Matthew looked her in the eye.

“I’m just such a huge fan of yours ever since I saw American Venus back in 1926 when you played Miss Bayport, you really were somethin.’” He felt at ease now for some odd reason. Louise poured a glass of rum. “Would you like some?” she asked, offering him the glass. “No thanks ma’am,” he replied. He seemed to busy eyeing her silky black robe. It fit her just right, giving him the perfect view of her shapely B cup breasts. A warm smile graced Louise’s mouth. “Maybe I can get you something else then?” she asked, noticing that he was staring at her intently. “A cigarette?” Matthew seemed to be in dreamland. Louise lifted his chin with her hand. “You alright?” she asked with concern. Matthew shook off the daze. “Yes, I’m fine.” He cleared his throat. “I just have never seen anyone so…beautiful.” Louise kissed his lips. He wasn’t expecting that. “Jeez, I wasn’t expecting that.” He blushed.

Louise looked at him with this look of pure arousal. “I see we have a problem,” she said, pointing to Matthew’s growing hard on. “You ever been with a woman Matthew?” she asked while unbuttoning his shirt. Nervously he replied. “Nope…I sure haven’t.” Louise removed her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She stood naked before him like the flapper version of Venus. She kissed Matthew. “Do you wanna be with a woman like me?” Matthew couldn’t answer, his raging need to ravish her left him speechless. Louise took off his shirt then next his trousers. His cock stood at attention, erect and engorged with blood. Louise went to her knees. She took his length into her mouth.

She slowly moved her head back and forth on his prick. Her tongue licked him like a lollipop. He grunted softly. He listened to the slurping noises she made while blowing him. To him, she seemed to enjoy what she was doing. Matthew then placed his hands on her head and shoved his meat in her mouth deeper. Louise moaned in approval. She stopped long enough to gallop her hand up and down his shaft, all the while staring up at him wantonly. She licked and kissed his dick leaving traces of ruby red lipstick all over it. An evil grin hit Matthew’s face as he watched this gem of the screen bob his penis like a mad woman. “MMMM…feels so good!” He then stood her up and dropped to his knees to return the favor.

He began kissing her inner thigh moving slowly toward her pussy, which was already dripping with dew. She moaned and guided his head with her hand. “Right there!” she commanded leading his head to the outskirts of her womanhood. He lightly traced the folds of her cunt lips with his tongue. She shuttered. “Oh my God!” Matthew wet a finger with her juices and placed it gently in her ass. She began to whimper as he buried his face deep between her legs eating her like she was his last meal. His finger now poking in and out of her ass. She squealed. “Ooooo! I like that!” She was now bucking his face. Her musky scent ungulfed his senses. Putting his hands now on her hips, he tongue fucked her ferociously.

She cooed as she began to cum, soaking his face in her juices leaving him intoxicated with the need to fuck her. She pulled away and seductively walked over to an old desk in the corner of the room. Bending over the desk, she wiggled her ass for him. Inviting him to come play. He obliged, placed himself inside her, grabbed her hips and pumped away. Her face was screwed up in a look of sheer whorishness as she looked back at him watching him fuck her. “YES!” she cried He pounded her snatch making a slapping sound as his balls swung back and forth from the forcefulness. Louise gripped the table. “OOOOOOOOOHHHH YEAH!” Her cries of lust grew louder. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, dripping on the floor. Her body became soaked with sweat.

He continued to pound her harder and harder, her cries became screams as she suddenly came, dousing his manhood with her cream. He could feel himself getting nearer and nearer to coming. He reached a finger inside her then withdrew his now cream smeared finger, rubbing it on her tiny asshole. He then replaced the finger on her ass with his dick. Now fucking her ass, he moved slowly as not to hurt her. She shrieked crying out, “This feels soooo good!” He couldn’t hold back the cum any longer so he pulled out and shot white streaming puddles of love all over her tight cheeks. She turned around and bent down to taste the left over cum on his tired, well used penis. “MMMMM…nice!” she said brazenly with a wink. She kissed him, wrapped up in a towel and said, “This will be our little secret.” With that, she stepped behind the closet door to get dressed. Matthew walked out of the room with a look that could have meant he’s won a million dollars. “Thank you,” he said, “I will never forget this Brooksie.” Louise came around the corner and replied, “Neither will I, it felt wonderful.” She lit up a cigarette. “It’s nice to know how much your fans appreciate you.” She winked, blew him a kiss and closed the door behind him.

The old man still held the photo in his hand of the woman that took his virginity some 76 years ago. He smiled. “Oh Brooksie…you were a doll, thank you,” he said to himself. He kissed the picture and placed it back on the mantel where it had always been. The message on that old black and white photo on the mantel rang true he thought. “From Louise to Matthew…May all you hope for in life come true.” Matthew smiled with tears in his eyes, “They certainly have Lulu, they certainly have.”

When I left the salon today, my fury with the stylist knew no bounds. She always second-guessed my preferences. There was never anything to be done for it than to argue with her each time I went, and swearing to myself I would find someone else. Today the result was particularly hideous. My only option was to shampoo and start all over and pray that the shower would help drain the anger and frustration from my body.

Turning on the water, I began to take off my clothes. After a few moments I realized what the best thing for me would be – a gi-normous orgasm! That was when I began the little trick that always made me hot. It started with me imagining what it would feel like if my pussy could “breathe” — flexing my muscles inside and out as if I were inhaling and exhaling from my sex. Each respiration was like the spasm when my nipples were touched or my hair was pulled or my pussy was stroked. As the water warmed up, I stood there naked and began to touch myself. The “breathing” movements were palpable and my clit was firm, buried in its soft nest.

The water had been warm for a while so I stepped in the shower and let the comfort of it sluice over me. And then the last remnants of the afternoon dissolved when the products in my hair melted. I resumed “breathing,” touching myself, letting the relaxing water soak my face, neck, shoulders, down my chest and over my breasts, running like a downspout over my nipples. The feeling was incredible, especially when the deluge pounded directly on my breasts. I adjusted the flow to a very sharp, needle-fine spray; pricking and nibbling against my pink peaks. The water pins almost hurt until I grasped my entire nipple and squeezed firmly … removing the sting and replacing it with a tremendous pull at my core, elongating my bud, which stood prouder and deeper in color.

Next, I lathered a cloth and began to wash the outer areas of my pussy right along the panty line, a quarter of the way down the inside of my thighs and then around to my hips and cheeks. Everything was wonderfully soapy, soft and very lush-feeling. . . almost luxurious. Taking opposite corners of the washcloth, I stretched it and began to run it forwards and backwards from the top of my slit, all the way up between my ass cheeks. So erotic! Nothing went untouched. Back and forth in long, languorous strokes, I played the cloth like a bow across violin strings. Other times I held it firm and glided my body along the taut cloth. Often, the timing or pressure points of these long, sling-like strokes needed adjusting depending on where I wanted the most stimulation. I could cum this way — but not today.

I moved my right foot to the rest I used when I shaved my legs, allowing me to open farther. Pressure could now be placed on one side of my clit and then on the other as the cloth stroked its long journey around and between my legs. My hips started to move against what I was doing for myself. I was very close to cumming, so I stopped, pulled the cloth slowly out from between my legs, and drew it across my clit in one, long slow final stroke. The heat and tension built and rapidly escalated to towering sensations. Beginning in, around and beneath my clit, the shocks began to flicker. My breathing froze to concentrate on the feelings — but today I brought myself to the edge and stopped!

I stood there, continuing to “breathe,” abating my orgasm, sighing deeply and calming myself.

Picking up the shampoo, pouring some into my trembling hands, I began to lather my hair, all the while concentrating on performing my deep “breathing” exercises. I happily finished sudsing my hair, applied and rinsed the conditioner and proceeded to wash the rest of my body – using an exfoliating scrub which left my skin fresh, invigorated and tingling.

With my foot on the rest, I shaved first my right then my left leg and last my pussy. After lathering, I sailed the careful teasing strokes of the razor along my skin, the crease of my leg and the sides and tops of my outer lips. My fingers trailed behind each path of the blade to make sure no area was missed. Gentle, tantalizing movements, dreaming that my hands belonged to someone else. Exploring, inspecting, probing and pulling my skin, lips, folds, and fingers quickly slipping into my vagina — making my mouth water with anticipation. Yet again, the shocks and heat began to inch their way to my spine … pausing, I slowed it down and then re-launched the journey of strange hands discovering me. Sizzle and fire arcing but not connecting … I wouldn’t allow it and groaned agonizingly to myself. But I knew I did this for the best! Finally, I rinsed — as slick and smooth as wax on a dance floor, waiting for the music to start so that I could finish what I had begun.

The shower had two heads in it. One was stationary and adjustable for specific types of water flow, like the needle spray. The other was hand-held with fewer adjustments, but it did have the critical one, pulse. Picking up the hand-held wand, I rinsed myself, then switched the water flow to pulse — hard pulse.

The showerhead was a comfortable distance away from my clit as the pulsing stroked me and the water began to work its magic. Every few moments the showerhead had to be moved a bit closer to adjust the intensity of the vibration. Almost immediately I could feel an orgasm building. The arc, lightning and sizzling connections I had disrupted earlier came on full force; based at my core, in my gut and around, over and underneath my clitoris. This release rocketed once quickly to its explosion. My cry was almost painful as it bounced off the tile walls, echoing in my ears. Strangely, I didn’t recognize it as my voice but I did not stop.

The water, both soft and hard pressing against me, fucked me repeatedly and my fingers, no longer gentle or a part of me, pounded in and out of my pussy. Pulled onward, I was being immersed in a raging orgasm; one powerful enough to immediately shrink my world. The length and intensity of it were matched by a yet louder, drawn out, wail that came as the symphony overtook me, washing every nerve ending in my body with its long, oscillating wave.

My head was spinning, thighs trembling and knees weakened from fighting to remain upright. I stood and shook for several lengthy moments with my hand on the shower wall, propping myself up, until I could at least begin to come down. Even then it was difficult to get my muscles to move to turn off the water. Lurching I grabbed for my towels burying my face in the fragrant softness and stepped out of the shower.

In a slightly swerving, listing gait, I moved to the dressing table bench and carefully lowered myself to sit; allowing my lungs to re-fill while my head hung low. Marveling at the experience, I touched myself once more to see if I was wet from the water itself or from my orgasms.

So… I sit here now, dry but wet still — thinking of how my pussy can “breathe,” how that delicious water fucked me and how this is the best solution I have ever found for a bad hair day.

Jean knew that this was no ordinary job before she applied.

She had just started college. As is normal, she had been assigned a second-year student to help her get to know where things were and what happened. Carole was a really friendly, helpful person and she had become a good friend to Jean already, although they had only known each other for a week. The one thing that was obvious from the beginning was that Carole was not as short of cash as other students. Jean told her that things were really tight for her and she was going to have to find some bar work as soon as she could. The problem was that every student was doing the same thing and she didn’t have any experience.

Jean asked Carole if she worked. Carole avoided the question at first, but at the end of the week they had got to know each other better and they shared a bottle of wine in Carole’s room. Jean said that she had called in to several places asking for work, but got nowhere. Carole told her that she thought there might be a place for a girl like Jean at the restaurant where she worked, but it was no ordinary job.

“Look, I am only going to mention this once and then never talk about it again. Here is the number of my boss. If you want to ring him for a job, he will tell you what it is all about and it is up to you whether you want to do it. It’s not for everybody and if you aren’t interested I understand. I am not going to say anything about the job, but if you really want some decent money and you are broad-minded, then…”

She let her words tail off and Jean tucked the slip with the telephone number into her purse. The job wasn’t mentioned again.

Next day Jean waited until the afternoon before plucking up the courage and finally ringing the number. The guy she spoke to seemed really nice. He said he might have a place for the right girl with real commitment and enthusiasm. Jean assured him that she did have those things. He told her to turn up at 8pm, to bring her birth certificate with her and be ready for an interview that would require her to show that she had what was needed to work for him. She said that Carole had not told her what the job involved and he just chuckled.

“She’s a good girl. If you can do as well as Carole, you will have a comfortable time at college, but this is a very special job. You have got to be prepared to do what is required.”

Jean was puzzled, excited and even a bit frightened, but she was determined that she could do anything that Carole could do.

Clyde shook her hand firmly when she was shown into his office. He told Jean to sit down and asked to see her birth certificate.

“Just turned eighteen then. Ideal, so long as you know enough about the world.”

He told her that the restaurant, Glorious, was owned by him alone and that the entirely female staff were answerable only to him. It was a payment-by-results operation. If he offered her a position, she would be paid her share of thirty percent of the takings during her shift. For example, if they took £1,000 during a six-hour shift and there were six staff working that shift, they would each get £50.

The other side of the deal was that any complaints, mistakes, breakages or other losses were paid for by whoever was responsible for them. Clyde stopped her, as Jean was about to say that she couldn’t afford to pay if she made a mistake.

“You can pay for any of your errors without it costing you a penny, so long as you have a good attitude to our customers. They are the most important people here. Come and let me show you round.”

Clyde led Jean into the restaurant. It was busy. The only thing making it a little different from the average restaurant was that there was more than the usual number of single male diners. Their next stop was the kitchen, where two women chefs were working hard. So far everything was completely straightforward, but then Clyde took Jean towards the Gents. Apparently unconcerned whether anybody might be using it, he opened the door and showed her in. To their right was a row of urinals, which he ushered her past, and then there were three cubicles facing them. On the left was the open door of a normal lavatory. In the centre was a closed door marked “Private,” which Clyde now opened. There was no WC inside. In fact, there was nothing in there at all. Clyde pointed to the right hand wall, where there was a life-size painting of a naked woman on her knees. The Marilyn Monroe lookalike face had her bright red lips open and there was a round hole where her mouth was.

After telling Jean to take a good look, he then showed her into the right-hand cubicle. There was an upholstered leather kneeling pad facing the left hand wall, on which was painted a picture of a naked, muscular young man with the hole she had seen on the other side where his penis would be.

“OK. Now you see what happens. If you work here and if ever I get a complaint about you, or you cause me any kind of cost or problem, you come in here for a period of between fifteen minutes and two hours. Entirely my decision and there are no appeals. Any arguing and you either get to pay a bit more or you leave straight away. When you come in, I set the time lock from the outside and you come out when it unlocks. The two video cameras in here record your every movement and sound.”

Clyde went on to explain that while they were in the glory hole booth, staff members had to suck off every man who came in. They were to ensure that each man came to orgasm and then they swallowed his cum. While they were in the booth, if a man come in to the glory hole they were required to say, “Welcome, Sir, may I please suck your cock?” When they had shot their load she was required to lick the guy clean and then say, “Thank you, Sir. That was glorious.”

Jean had sucked a few cocks in her time and enjoyed it, but she now knew what was special about this place and she was getting butterflies in her stomach. Before she could start to think that perhaps she might not like to work here, Clyde told her to get on her knees. He locked the door as he went out and he entered the next-door booth.

“Well! What do you say? This is an interview. You do want to earn some money, don’t you?”

“Welcome, Sir, may I please suck your cock?”

“That’s a good girl. You’re learning fast. Now let’s see what sort of a job you can do.”

Jean took Clyde’s prick into her mouth and worked on it with all the skill she could draw from her short life and relatively limited experience. The booth had been thoughtfully built. The separating wall with the glory hole in it was only a quarter of an inch thick where the hole was. Clyde was well endowed and Jean’s mouth was filled. When he called on her to throat him, she tried her best to get his prick further down, but she was gagging and her eyes began running. She was determined not to fail, so she sucked and licked for all she was worth until she eventually felt the telltale throb of the dick as he started to cum. Jean gulped and swallowed it down, making sure not to spill any, and then licked around the head to ensure there were no drops left. Remembering the instructions, Jean said, “Thank you, Sir. That was glorious.”

“Indeed, that was glorious, Jean. Not the best blowjob I have ever had, but you will be OK with practice. What you need to remember is that Glorious can offer jobs to girls like you because of the service it provides.”

As Clyde was saying this, the door to the men’s room opened and somebody walked in. Clyde quietly said, “Get ready, girl,” and walked out of the cubicle.

He said ‘Hi’ to somebody and a shadow crossed the hole as another man stood close to it. It had become suddenly obvious that her interview was not going to be with Clyde alone.

“Welcome, Sir. Please may I suck your cock?”

There was no reply. A few seconds later a wrinkled and small, soft prick was flopped through the hole. Jean hesitated and then slipped it into her mouth. She drew back the uncircumcised foreskin and sucked gently on his sensitive glans. She wriggled her tongue in the guy’s piss hole and the small dick grew in her mouth. In fact it became very rigid and grew to fill her almost as much as Clyde’s had done. As Jean sucked and licked, she started to tingle and slipped a hand into her panties where she rubbed her clit in rhythm to her sucking. When she felt the prick swell that little bit before it ejaculated, she spasmed with her own orgasm. In the grip of her climax, Jean sank her face into the groin of the customer and took the load straight into her throat.

Jean removed her hand from her knickers and licked the softening prick with some affection.

As the light returned to the glory hole, Jean noticed the receding pubic hair was grizzled and grey. It had never entered her mind that the anonymous customer might have been an old man.

After the man had left, Clyde returned to the cubicle and unlocked it.

“Nice one. I see you enjoyed yourself quite a lot there.”

Jean flushed with embarrassment and Clyde pointed to the cameras, reminding her that she had not been as alone as she had felt. In his hand he held a portable monitor.

“Whatever I am doing or wherever I am, I can see what is going on in the booth and one or two other places as well.”

Jean blushed all over again, thinking about how Clyde had watched her bringing herself off. This was more embarrassing than the fact that she’d had a stranger’s dick in her mouth.

Clyde took her back into the restaurant. He showed her the sign that said ‘WC’s’.

“See the apostrophe after the ‘C’? Whenever there is a girl locked in the glory hole booth, that lights up red. Only people who know what it means would ever notice it.”

Jean looked around the room. A man who must have been in his seventies had just settled himself into his chair and was replacing a napkin on his lap. Next to him was a grey-haired old lady. He looked happy. He was fat, wrinkled and ugly. Could she possibly have just had an orgasm with that man’s prick in her mouth and swallowed his cum? The thought horrified and excited her at the same time.

Clyde took Jean back to his office and then opened the door into a back room.

“The way to do well in every organisation is through ass licking. The problem in most places is that people are not quite sure how to do it or who they should do it to. Here it is simple. I am the boss and everybody else licks my ass if they want to please me. I give bonuses when I feel like it to anybody I want to. How much, how often and who gets it depends on how much I have been pleased.”

Clyde explained that this was his pleasure room. Staff were only allowed in here naked. The interview would be completed in this room and, as a potential member of staff, Jean could only enter without her clothes, so if she wanted to complete the interview she knew what to do. Clyde opened a locker for her to put her clothing in.

Jean felt that she had already committed herself enough and there wasn’t really anything to lose by completing her exposure to this strange boss. She was confirmed in this feeling when he said, “I am not going to fuck you. I will leave that for your boyfriend.”

As she stripped off, Jean was thinking about the ass licking comment that Clyde had made. She wanted to ask him what he meant, but she just couldn’t. He told her she had pretty little tits and then when she slipped off the final article, her tiny thong, Clyde said, “That bush will have to go. Things are going well for getting a place here, but the only person working here who is allowed pubic hair is me. Anyway, come on in.”

It was not a large room. There was a canvas film director-style chair and a long, flat, leather-upholstered exercise bench on castors. A large, high definition TV screen was hung on the wall facing the chair. Beside the chair was a small table on which there was a laptop and a few other bits and pieces.

Clyde showed Jean that the chair had a split seat. He took off his own lower clothing and sat on the seat, spreading his buttocks as he did so.

“OK. Now lie on the bench with your head at my end and your feet on either side. That’s it. Use your legs to walk the bench back until your face is underneath me.”

Jean did as she was instructed and realised that the ass licking was literal. She was going to have to lick Clyde’s ass to get this job. A couple of boyfriends ago, she had got quite drunk and the guy had stuck his tongue up her ass. It was great, but when he wanted her to do it to him, she sobered up pretty quickly and avoided it by giving him a BJ. It didn’t look like there was going to be any avoidance this time.

As Jean looked up at the hairy ass and balls above her, focussing on the brown sphincter, Clyde pumped a handle on the side of the bench. Her face was moving closer to his ass. He only stopped when he felt her nose touch him and then he told her to start licking.

At first Jean tried to lick around the hole, but Clyde gave the handle another half crank, pushing her mouth close.

“Get that tongue right in and show some enthusiasm if you want the job.”

To emphasise his words Clyde picked up a narrow plastic fly swat from his table and gave her pussy a stinging swipe. The shock caused Jean to gasp a pleasant warm breath of air on Clyde’s wet asshole and then she plunged her tongue in.

Jean did as she was told and instead of the revulsion that she had expected, she began to feel moist and tingly between her legs again. She pushed her tongue in and out with as much energy as she could. Her increasing breathing rate continued to blow warm air to the deliciously massaged ass from her mouth and nose.

“You’ve got it, girl. Another five minutes and the job is yours.”

Jean finished her task with all the energy she could manage, and when Clyde lowered the bench her jaw was aching. He told her to sit up. He was a good-looking man in early middle age and his large prick was now standing ramrod hard from his lap. Jean felt that she was soaking wet on the leather bench and she knew she was going to leave a stain.

Without another thought she said, “Please, Sir, may I suck you off?”

He took her hair and drew her onto his erection. It didn’t take long for Jean to bring Clyde to his climax, and as he was nearing it, he worked her clit with his fingers until they both came together.

“OK. The job is yours and I am sure you are going to do very well. Now before you decide whether you want the job, you need know one more thing.”

Clyde used the laptop and a video came up on the large wall screen. It was the men’s room containing the glory hole booth. The camera was showing the urinals. When they had gone in there Jean’s attention had not been on these and she had not noticed that there were two normal urinals, but between them there was a kneeling pad the same as the one in the booth and in place of the ceramic sanitary ware there was just a short chain fixed to the wall and a broad leather, studded collar hung from it.

As she was watching, Clyde led in a naked woman. She had seen this woman working in the kitchen. The video continued while Clyde explained that she had been caught stealing meat from the kitchen. She had begged not to be sacked or reported to the police and Clyde had agreed to a deal with her. Part of that deal was that she should spend one complete six-hour shift in the urinal.

Jean watched open-mouthed as the woman knelt and the collar was fixed around her neck. It was broader at the front than the back, so her head was tilted back. Clyde ordered her to open her mouth. She did so and it made her head go back even further. There was a raised place at the front of the kneeler. She was told to place her hands on it and Clyde secured her wrists into leather cuffs.

“You know what you are in for. Do you want the job?”

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