HR: The Intern Pt. 02

Human Resources: The Intern, Part 2

I was about a month into my four month internship, having, what I thought at least, was a pretty good time. Yes, some of the women were a little... aggressive... and with so many women in the company, my job in keeping them happy was pretty tiring. But, overall, my experience was wonderful!

I was a little surprised when I came in on Tuesday to find that my computer had been used during off-hours. Overall, though, I didn't think too much of it. The login requirements were pretty good, so I knew it had to be another IT person and just blew it off as someone needing to use it for some reason.

"Michael," Ms. Jackson said as she walked into my shared office early Tuesday afternoon. My current officemate wasn't in at the moment. He worked for the design department and not IT, so we had extremely different jobs to do.

I turned in my chair to greet her. "Ms. Jackson. What can I do for you?" She wasn't one that usually needed... special treatments... during the work day, but with this job, you never knew. I had to always be ready for anything.

"We were served some legal papers late last week and I need you to do some... investigating... for it," she said, looking a little tired and concerned. "You inherited James' computer when he left, correct?"

"Uh, yeah, I did," I said, looking at it.

She stood thinking for a moment. I couldn't tell if she was thinking about what she wanted me to do or thinking about how to phrase it.

"I don't think that computer was ever looked at for compliance after he left," she said. She handed me a flash drive. "I'd like you to look through the computer, especially James' account of course, and let me know of any Use Policy violations. Keep what you find on the computer, but put a copy of it all on the flash drive."

"Ok... I can do that," I said, nodding, a little unsure of what I was supposed to look for.

"There will also be depositions held next week for several employees, here in the conference room," she said. "Being James' officemate, you will definitely be questioned. Is that ok?"

"Yeah... I mean I don't know what I can give anyone," I said, now getting even more concerned. I was getting dragged into a legal confrontation and it was making me very uncomfortable. And it sounded like it had something to do with James. "But I'll be here."

"Good. Then I'll let you get on with your compliance check. Let me know when you're done."

"Sure thing," I said, plugging the flash drive into the computer. Ms. Jackson turned and walked out, leaving me to do my work. In seconds, I'd logged on with the administrator password and had started just looking through James' document folders. And it wasn't long before I found some very interesting things.

The first thing I found was that he had a hidden document folder that was full of video files of all things... fifty or sixty video files. I double clicked on one at random and a video player popped up on the screen playing it. The movie looked pretty innocent at first, in an office setting, an older woman approaching and talking to a younger, male employee. The next few minutes didn't reveal anything new, until the woman leaned over the young man and pushed her hand into his crotch and started stroking him.

As soon as that started, I knew this wasn't just a simple movie. James had downloaded porn onto his computer. I watched for a few minutes more, making sure to turn down the volume on my computer, while the older woman knelt on the floor and sucked off the guy. Then she sat in his lap, pushed his cock inside her pussy, and rode him like a bucking bronco.

I closed that window and opened a couple of the other videos, noting the same, basic premise in all of them: a woman, or several women, approached a male colleague in the office and within a few minutes they started having sex. Sometimes they just forced themselves on him and other times they blackmailed him.

I closed the video player and copied all of the videos to the flash drive. I figured, then, that in order to get the videos onto the disk, James probably visited some porn websites and downloaded them. I brought up his browser history and looked it over. Very quickly I saw the names of several porn sites and copied those links to the flash drive as well.

Finally, I went through his email and found some conversations that were a bit creepy. In one email, James mentioned that he had a way to send the Firm 'crashing and burning' and said he would do it for a million dollars. There seemed to be some back and forth, a haggling on the price and also a questioning of his damage assessment. There was also a desire by the person he was emailing for James to guarantee the results. In the end, both parties agreed to the deal.

The next email was that James was bragging that he had installed a virus onto the system that would rapidly spread into a ransomware attack... an attack that he was fully in control of. When commanded, the virus would encrypt all of the computers in the Firm, making them inaccessible. The Firm would be required to pay a large sum of money in order to free up all their data.

I was so shocked. James was not at all the person I thought he was. I put everything I had on the flash drive and, noticing that it was about time to leave for the day, grabbed my stuff, and started heading up to Ms. Jackson's office.

Ms. Jackson seemed calm and unsurprised when I told her what I found. It was like she was in shock or something. Like me, I don't think she realized that James could do something so underhanded and deviant like this. She took the drive and put it in her desk drawer before packing up everything for the drive home.

*****

Several days after I gave the flash drive to Ms. Jackson, I started to feel more and more uncomfortable with the whole thing. It bothered me that I was asked to perform the compliance check when I was, a month after James left... as if maybe Ms. Jackson knew the files were there all along. And then the fact that someone had been on that computer the night before I went looking made me even more uncomfortable.

Was I going to get dragged into this lawsuit? Was I going to be accused of what I found? Someone could easily just say that those files were somehow mine. I was getting scared for my job.

*****

On the day of the deposition, I was called back to the conference room. When I walked in the door, shaking a little with nervousness, two well-dressed women, members of the Firm, were sitting on one side of the table and two well-dressed men, visitors, were sitting on the other. I was asked to sit in the seat at the head of the table so I could face both the teams. As I sat, I noticed the microphone in front of me, along with two digital recorders.

My palms were sweating and my mouth was suddenly dry. This felt extremely serious.

What appeared to be the head lawyer of the men spoke first. "Do you need some water or anything? Are you comfortable enough?"

"I... uh... could use some water," I said, feeling extremely overwhelmed.

"Certainly, certainly," the man said, signaling his partner to pour a glass for me and give it to me. "My name is Terry Wallace and I'm a lawyer. We just have some questions for you regarding a dispute with a previous employee of this Firm." I nodded. "Please state your name for the record."

"My name is Michael Vance," I said.

"You're an intern here, right?"

I nodded.

"Please... you have to speak for these proceedings to be recorded properly," Mr. Wallace said.

"Um... yes," I mumbled. "I'm an intern here at the Firm."

"From which college?"

"State College."

"How long have you worked here, Mr. Vance?" Mr. Wallace asked.

"Um... I guess it's been 6 weeks or so now," I said.

"What date did you start?"

"Um... January 10th."

"This is your first internship at the Firm?"

"Yes... my first internship anywhere," I laughed nervously.

"When you started here at the Firm, did you take any corporate required training? Specifically, did you take any Harassment Training?"

"Yes... I took that and several other online classes," I said.

"What is the Firm's definition of Harassment?" Mr. Wallace asked.

"Well, um... I think it said it's, um, behavior that creates a... I don't know... unpleasant... situation for someone by using, um, uninvited or... unwelcome... verbal or physical, you know, means."

"Have you ever experienced any harassment against yourself from anyone in this Firm?"

All the lawyers eyes bore into me, waiting for my answer. The questions up to now had been more generic. I felt this was that one question that could immediately make or break the lawsuit. "No," I said, shaking my head slowly. The female lawyers were also taking notes and listening to every word I'd said.

"Have you ever witnessed any harassment against another person in this Firm?"

"No."

"How well do you know James Dunning?" Mr. Wallace asked after jotting down a few notes on his notepad. It seemed as if he wasn't getting the answers he had hoped for.

"Not very well, really," I said. "We barely saw each other and only worked a week together before he left to go back to school."

"Did you interact much with Mr. Dunning during the week you worked together?"

"No... not really," I said. "We had separate duties. I worked mostly on simple stuff, dealing with minor cable swaps or easy computer issues. James worked more difficult items since he had more experience."

"Well, I have to say, I'm a little surprised by what you're telling me, Mr. Vance," Mr. Wallace said. I suddenly grew nervous, thinking I was going to get in trouble for something. "Has anyone talked to you about giving this deposition today?"

"No," I said, shaking my head, looking at all of them, thinking I was in trouble for some reason. "They just said it was going to happen and I was to come in and answer questions."

"Who are 'they'?" he asked.

"My boss, Ms. Jackson."

"Ms. Jackson never said what the deposition was for or what the lawsuit was?"

"No," I said. "I didn't have a clue."

"Specifically, Mr. Vance, has anyone asked you to lie to us today?" Mr. Wallace asked, obviously upset.

"I object to the question and the implication, Mr. Wallace," the lead female lawyer said angrily. "We have not intimidated, coached, nor coerced our witnesses and implying that we have without any evidence is grounds for dismissal for your own coercion. If you're not getting the answers you're looking for then maybe you're asking the wrong questions. Or maybe it's your client that's not exactly telling the truth."

Mr. Wallace looked at her sternly, then at me, obviously not happy to be slapped on the wrist like that. "My apologies. I recall the question."

The female lawyer looked at him angrily, then addressed me. "Mr. Vance, my name is Ms. Terrington and I'm the managing lawyer for the Firm. I have a few questions of my own for you, if I may."

I nodded.

"Mr. Vance... Michael... when you first started working here, were you asked to go through James' computer?"

"Um... yes..." I said nervously.

"Who asked you to do this?"

"My boss... Ms. Jackson."

"She is the Director of IT, correct?"

"Yes, she is."

"Did she tell you or indicate in any way what to look for or where to look?"

"No... I mean, they asked me to go through the computer and see if there was anything on it that violated the IT Usage Policy... pretty standard stuff."

"I'm not sure what this has to do with my client's case," Mr. Wallace interrupted.

"Perhaps you'll find out soon enough," Ms. Terrington said to Mr. Wallace, smirking. Then she turned her attention back to me. "And... can you describe what you found?"

"Um... well, I found pornographic videos... and pornographic websites that were visited," I said, blushing a little.

"From your IT Use Policy and Security training, would you define this as an appropriate use of a Firm computer?"

"No," I said. "That's all specifically prohibited."

"What is the consequence of having or viewing material like this on a computer owned by the Firm?" Ms. Terrington asked.

"If I remember correctly, the policy said that you'd be fired," I said. "And there was some kind of financial penalty as well, I think."

"Did you look at any of the videos that you had found?"

"Yes... a few... to find out what they were, mostly." I was a little nervous that I'd now done something wrong myself and that I'd be punished. I mean, it was in the course of my investigation, but still... it was watching pornographic material on a company computer.

"Was there anything special about the videos that you observed?" she asked, as if what I did was ok after all. I felt a weight lift from my shoulders again.

"The, uh, videos had older women with, um, younger men," I said, blushing. God this was embarrassing.

"Was there a common environment for the videos?" Ms. Terrington's face was hard to read. I'm sure she knew exactly what I'd reported to Ms. Jackson because she didn't seem surprised at all about any of this. And from her questions, she seemed to believe that the videos were even more damning in some way.

"Well... um... I guess the one's I looked at were in an office setting," I said.

"Were the performed acts consensual as far as you could tell?"

"I guess," I said. "I mean, it wasn't like anyone was tied up or raped or anything."

"Was the point of the movies romance in the office or was there some sort of coercion? Was either side more... aggressive or overbearing?" she asked, not exactly satisfied with my previous answer.

"No, they weren't romance movies, that's for sure. I didn't really watch them in, um, detail, but if I remember correctly, the women were aggressive, forcing themselves on the men. In at least one, there was blackmail involved to force the man to have sex with her."

"So... the videos were in an office setting, with older women taking advantage of younger men. Correct?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that's correct."

"It seems to me that maybe the fantasies portrayed in these videos became real in Mr. Dunning's mind." She paused a moment to let that sink in. "Was there anything else you found? Some kind of threat to the agency perhaps?"

"Yes... I found an email that James sent out to someone at another advertising firm that said he would do something to hurt this firm in exchange for money from them." Ms. Terrington slid a piece of paper across the table which contained several email messages.

Mr. Wallace frowned as he looked over the emails and let my testimony soak in.

"What was the 'something' to which Mr. Dunning threatened?" Ms. Terrington continued.

"He said he'd installed a ransomware virus onto our systems and threatened to force the Firm to pay him to get access to our data again."

"So, Mr. Wallace," Ms. Terrington said, sitting back in her comfortable chair, smiling smugly. "Just so you know, we intend to seek compensation from Mr. Dunning for his... serious... breach of trust by using a Firm-owned computer in violation of the Firm's IT Use Policy. And we intend to counter sue based on his premeditated decision to bring... intentionally false... charges to the Firm in order to damage its reputation for personal, financial gain, and to for installing a virus for extortion purposes."

"Well, um," Mr. Wallace said, moving in his chair uncomfortably.

"And just to put a final nail in Mr. Dunning's case against this Firm... Michael, do you know if James ever had sex with any member of the IT team... consensual or not?"

"No."

"Do you know if James ever had sex, consensual or not, with Ms. Cartwright, Mrs. Patterson, or Ms. Jackson?"

"No," I said, shaking my head.

"Did you ever hear or know if James ever had sex in or outside the office with ANY other employee, consensual or not?"

"No," I said, continuing to shake my head.

"Michael... do you think that, if any of these things happened, James would have mentioned something to you?"

I nodded. "I would like to think so. We weren't close friends, but we did share an office and did spend a couple hours alone together that week. I would think that if it was consensual that he would have probably bragged about it. And I would hope that if it wasn't that he would have warned me about it."

"Thank you," Ms. Terrington said to me. "I think we're done here, don't you Mr. Wallace? I mean, you've heard from the Firm's owner that she knew of nothing, the HR Director who said that James never filed any kind of grievance in his four months of working here, James' own boss who knew of nothing... and now even a male coworker with whom he shared an office never knew of anything... except that James was threatening to attack the Firm, accusing it of the same conduct found in his fantasy pornographic videos." Mr. Wallace seemed uncomfortable and unsure of himself. Ms. Terrington turned her attention back to me. "I will remind you not to discuss anything we've said or done here with anyone inside or outside this Firm. This is all confidential information. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Ma'am," I said. Within seconds, I was on my feet and walking to the door. I couldn't wait to get out of there.

"Mr. Vance?" Mr. Wallace said just as I had reached the door. "I'm curious. Have *you* had any sex, consensual or not, with anyone in this firm?"

I looked back at him, scared that if I answered it everything else would have been completely undone.

"Mr. Wallace, please quit grasping at straws," Ms. Terrington said. "Mr. Vance's private life is not our concern. You're free to go, Michael."

I left the conference room and closed the door behind me, then walked back to my desk, nervous, scared, and unsure of what was going to happen next.

*****

I spent the next week after the deposition wondering how things turned out. While I still performed my daily duties, with computers and with the women, no one was talking about it at all, not even Ms. Jackson.

Then a week and a half later, on that Friday, Ms. Jackson told me on our drive home that the lawsuit had been dropped. She couldn't say much about it, still, but James had been trying to sue the Firm for sexual harassment. She grabbed and rubbed my thigh as she drove, getting close to my cock

"God, I'm so happy that it was dropped," she said, smiling broadly. "You have no idea how much stress this had cause a lot of us. Now... it's time to celebrate a little bit."

Her fingers slid over my erection and she jerked it a little through my pants.

"Are you ready to play?" she asked.

"Yeah... of course," I said, smiling back, even though I wasn't sure what she meant by 'celebration'.

When we got to the house, we both went inside and Ms. Jackson asked me to sit in the living room for a little bit. She was expecting a guest. I could hear her in the kitchen grabbing things, then she came back into the living room with three flutes and a bottle of Champagne. She set them on the table then went back into the kitchen.

About fifteen minutes after we arrived, the doorbell rang.

"Michael, can you get that?" Ms. Jackson called from the kitchen.

"Sure." I got off the couch and went to the door. Ms. Cartwright was standing there, smiling. "Ms. Cartwright," I said, surprised. "Please come in." I stood back and let her enter, then closed the door behind her. "Can I take your coat?"

"Oh, yes, please," she said, sliding her coat off and handing it to me.

"Please have a seat in the living room. Ms. Jackson will be out shortly."

As Ms. Cartwright went into the living room, I hung her coat in the closet then followed her.

"Melinda!" Ms. Jackson said as she came out of the kitchen with a small platter of cut up fruit, vegetables, meats, and crackers. "Thank you for joining us."

"Oh, my pleasure Sheila, believe me," she smiled. "After that fiasco with the lawsuit, I needed to blow off some steam."

"You've met Michael before, right?" Ms. Jackson asked her, pointing at me as she sat in one of the chairs as I sat on the couch beside Ms. Cartwright.

"Yes... yes I have," she smiled at me.

"Champagne?" Ms. Jackson asked as she leaned forward and grabbed the bottle and one of the flutes. She started pouring a glass without even waiting for a response.

"Oh God, yes!" Ms. Cartwright laughed, obviously letting off some steam. She took the glass from Ms. Jackson.

Ms. Jackson then poured me a glass, then herself. When she handed it to me, I felt obligated to remind them of my age.

"I'm sorry," I apologized, refusing the glass. "I'm not old enough to drink yet."

"Oh, nonsense," Ms. Cartwright said. "How old are you?"

"I won't be twenty one until July," I admitted.

"Then you're plenty old enough for a little Champagne," Ms. Cartwright insisted. "Go ahead. Have a little drink and celebrate with us."

I took the glass then raised it as Ms. Jackson led. "May we never have to go through that again!" We clinked glasses and all of us took a drink.

The expensive Champagne was sweet and very bubbly, immediately making my nose tingle and itch, but I took a drink.

"So, Michael," Ms. Cartwright said, turning towards me. "I've heard such great things about you. From just about everyone. They speak very highly of you."

"Oh... thank you," I smiled, surprised and grateful. "I'm happy to be useful. And I do enjoy my job."

"Please, tell me more about yourself."

"Me?" I hesitated.

"Yes, I'd like to know more," she said. "Any hobbies?"

"Well... um... other than enjoying programming, I enjoy getting out my telescope... and checking out the sky every now and then."

"Interesting," she smiled. We spoke for another minute or two about what I'd seen in the night sky and what I looked for and Ms. Cartwright seemed interested. But, as I usually do, I changed the subject so I didn't have to talk about myself any longer.

"So, you said the lawsuit is gone?" I asked.

"Yes, and this calls for a celebration!" Ms. Cartwright said, signaling for Ms. Jackson to refill all out glasses. We drank again and Ms. Cartwright again turned her attention to me.

"I'm told you take such good care of the women in the office," she smiled, reaching out and caressing my cheek.

I blushed. "I'm flattered."

"Why don't we show you some of his skills," Ms. Jackson said, smiling knowingly. "Michael, why don't you help her get more comfortable."

I nodded, trying to remember some of the things that Ms. Jackson had already taught me in just a few short weeks. "Can I take your shoes off?"

"Sure!" Ms. Cartwright said, enthusiastically. She turned towards me, leaned back in the couch, and lifted her leg towards me. I put her leg in my lap and slowly unbuckled her three-inch heeled shoe, setting it on the floor by my feet. He legs were beautiful, especially encased in her black hosiery.

"Yeah, you know what to do," Ms. Jackson said softly. "Massage her feet... just like I showed you."

I took Ms. Cartwright's hose-covered foot in my hands and started digging my thumbs into the bottom, hitting all the spots exactly as Ms. Jackson had taught me. Some spots required pressure, while others required a rubbing motion. Ms. Cartwright moaned and writhed softly beneath me, laying back against the arm of the couch, letting her dress ride up to show that her hose ended halfway up her thigh. I could see that her panties were black and lacy as well.

"Now that feels soooo good," Ms. Cartwright moaned. "He has really strong hands."

"Go on," Ms. Jackson encourage me, "now lick her feet."

I gently brought her foot up to my mouth and licked her sole first. She almost jerked it back, since I tickled her, but then she giggled. I slid her big toe into my mouth and sucked on it while looking right at her, my tongue gently moving around it.

"Oh... oh my... yeah," she panted softly. She was getting very turned on.

I sucked on every toe down the line, licking each one as well as she watched me, her eyes half lidded with pleasure. Then I treated her other foot to the same pleasures. I could tell she wanted to touch herself so badly. Her hand had slid onto her stomach, holding her dress up, her fingers ready to slide over her pussy at any moment.

"Yes. Now, go ahead... look into her eyes," Ms. Jackson directed and I lowered Ms. Cartwright's foot and looked at her lustfully. "Run your fingers through her hair. Touch her, down her arms." My hand moved from the side of her head, gently touching her hair, to slide down to her shoulder and down her upper arm. She was shivering a little, in her excitement, her skin freckled with goosebumps. "Go ahead, now kiss."

I leaned forward and kissed her, gently at first. She raised her hand to the back of my head, cradling it, pulling me into her mouth. We opened our mouths, letting our tongues caress and slide together, letting them slide into our mouths, tasting the other.

"Yes," Ms. Jackson moaned. I couldn't tell, but I had a feeling she was touching herself. "Touch her chest... her breasts," she said and my hand moved from her shoulder down to circle on her upper chest, then down onto her breasts. Her skin was so soft, her breasts so wonderfully squeezable. "Go ahead and unbutton it a little. That's right... look at her breasts."

I stared at Ms. Cartwright's chest as I slowly unbuttoned the front of her dress, exposing more and more of her breasts and bra. Her bra was black and lacy and I could see her hard nipples encased behind it. I licked my lips and felt my mouth watering. I couldn't wait for a taste of my elderly employer.

"Go ahead, look at them. They're so pretty," Ms. Jackson commanded.

I slid my hands over her bra-covered breasts and squeezed them, slowly moving in to pinch her nipples a bit as well as she moaned above me.

"How's that make you feel, Melinda?" Ms. Jackson asked.

"Excited," Ms. Cartwright moaned, almost laughing. "So fucking excited."

"Now kiss them. That's a good boy."

I leaned down and kissed her breasts, above and over her bra. I lightly licked her skin and then licked her bra over her nipples. I could hear Ms. Cartwright moaning above me.

"My nipples are so hard," Ms. Cartwright said, pulling her bra cups down to expose her breasts as they flopped over the top, pressed up by her bra. "Look what you're doing to me." Her areola were large and dark and her nipples long and stiff. They were perfect for sucking.

"Mmm," I moaned, sliding my mouth over each exposed nipple, capturing and sucking them both before licking and kissing them again and again.

"Oh my God!" Ms. Cartwright moaned loudly. "That feels incredible. This boy is an absolute treasure!"

Ms. Jackson grabbed my arm and pulled me up, then cradled my face with her hands, kissing me. "I told you he was sexy. Am I right?"

"Oh yes! You are very right," Ms. Cartwright agreed. She caressed my chest and abdomen as I kissed Ms. Jackson, then I felt her hand caress directly on my swollen member. "I really like what I see."

"Sheila said you'd be a great fit to the Firm... she sure was right," Ms. Cartwright said, stroking my cock through my dress slacks. God, I was hard! "Let's get you more comfortable."

Both women unbuttoned my shirt and helped me pull it off, followed by my t-shirt, then they caressed my bare chest and abdomen. They pushed me back to lay on the couch, with Ms. Jackson still kissing me as Ms. Cartwright moved to kneel on the floor. She grabbed the front of my pants, unfastened them, and then pulled them, along with my boxers. I lifted my hips a second to help her pull them off me and she tossed them aside. Her hand quickly grabbed my shaft and stroked it.

"Oh, that's nice," Ms. Cartwright said. "You have such a perfect cock." I was still distracted by Ms. Jackson holding my face and kissing me, but I felt her hot mouth slide over me and engulf my cock. She slid up and down its length, making me moan softly. "Oh, it's so big. So perfect. Mmm."

"Oh fuck," I moaned as Ms. Jackson finally released me and sat back to start unbuttoning her own blouse. "Ms. Cartwright... wow..."

I felt Ms. Jackson settle back in beside me and start stroking my chest. I realized she was completely naked, her breast pressing into my upper arm, her nipple hard and pointed.

"Why don't you get more comfortable, Melinda," Ms. Jackson said, smiling down at the older woman.

We watched as Ms. Cartwright wiggled her dress down and off, pulling it off her feet. Then she quickly unfastened and removed her bra. Her body was amazing... with some expected sagging in places, but still curvaceous, with wonderfully large breasts, rounded hips and a bubbly ass. When she finished undressing, she knelt back down and resumed sucking on my cock.

"Oh... that feels so good," I moaned. "Fuck yes."

Ms. Jackson captured my attention by lifting one of her breasts up to my mouth, urging me to suck on it. I was certainly no stranger to her body and had learned just how much sucking and licking she enjoyed.

"Oh my God," Ms. Cartwright moaned below us as she removed her mouth to watch us, just stroking my hardness. "Oh, I've missed having a cock in my mouth." She quickly fell back on it, this time sliding it to the back of her throat, gagging herself on it before coming up coughing.

"God that's hot!" Ms. Jackson said, watching her. Then she bent over, putting her face right beside Ms. Cartwright's. "I have an idea... let's both do that," she said.

In a second, both of them were on my cock, both licking and kissing up and down the sides at the same time as I watched. Then Ms. Jackson backed off, holding my cock up and stroking it while Ms. Cartwright sucked on me again, gagging as she drove it deep into her mouth.

"Why don't you show her what else you can do with your tongue," Ms. Jackson commanded, kissing me for a second. She pushed me back on the couch so that I was fully lying down as Ms. Cartwright stood. "He'll take real good care of you."

Ms. Cartwright kicked a leg over me and set her knee on the cushion, settling her pussy right over my mouth. Her lips were swollen and distended, open and wet with her juices. She was obviously excited and smelled heavenly.

"Go on, get your face right in her pussy," Ms. Jackson commanded, pulling my mouth up into the proffered pussy. "Get in there. Give it to her fucking good. Oh yeah... there you go."

I started licking and sucking, first on her labia. Her lips were so full and swollen and I easily captured, sucked, and nibbled on them, giving her a full range of sensations, just as Ms. Jackson had taught me.

"Oh, wow... that mouth of yours," Ms. Cartwright moaned. "So good."

I slithered my tongue between her labia, sliding into her hole, tasting her wonderful juices as they dripped down into my mouth, then moved up and started swiping it across her clit.

"How's his tongue feel?" I heard Ms. Jackson ask.

"Wet and warm... he's making my pussy so wet," she moaned. "Oh, that's nice."

"He's a keeper, isn't he?" Ms. Jackson giggled.

"I certainly think so," Ms. Cartwright giggled along with her. "Oh... mmm... oh my God."

"Mmhmm," I moaned, feeling her hips start to move as she ground her pussy into my face.

"He's sucking right on my clit," Ms. Cartwright moaned. "Oh, it feels amazing. His tongue is working so fast. I like it a lot."

"That looks so hot," Ms. Jackson moaned. I had no idea what she was doing, but I was sure she was probably touching herself as she watched.

"We've got a natural here," Ms. Cartwright said. I gave her clit a light suck, which made her quickly moan, but then pulled away. "Oh, you're such a tease. Your tongue is absolutely amazing." I slid my lips around her clit again and sucked on it a moment, then licked it rapidly a moment, repeating the two again and again.

"That feels so good!" Ms. Cartwright moaned loudly. "Keep doing that. I'm gonna cum. Oh yes... yes, yes, yes... Oh yeah! Oh my gosh!"

I stopped a moment, moving my tongue down to lick and suck on her labia again, to give her clit a little teasing break.

"Mmm... your tongue is amazing," Ms. Cartwright moaned again. "Sheila is really teaching you well. And this is only after eight weeks or so?"

"Mmhmm," I heard Ms. Jackson respond.

"Fuck, that's so good."

Ms. Cartwright moved her hips to encourage me to move back up to her swollen clit again. So I surrounded it with my lips and began the pattern of sucking and licking once more, making her body shake with pleasure.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck!" she yelled. She brought both of her hands down and grabbed my head, pulling me into her pussy so tightly I could hardly breathe. Her juices poured out of her, practically filling my mouth and spraying all over my face and neck as she came.

"Oh! God that was fast!" she laughed when she finally released my head. She was breathing hard as she slid down my torso, releasing my head and arms.

"Feels good?" Ms. Jackson giggled.

"Oh, how I miss this!" Ms. Cartwright laughed back, looking down at me and smiling broadly. I had to look a mess. "I should have paid a lot more attention to your students sooner, Sheila. But, I suppose it was worth it to see how much your training has taken hold. If you don't mind, I'd like to test drive another part of this wonderful, young man."

"Be my guest."

Ms. Cartwright reached between her legs as she moved down towards my feet a little more and took hold of my cock as she repositioned her body to be above my hips. She slid the head of my shaft along her very wet slit for a moment, then positioned it at her entrance. With a slow, deliberate effort, she pressed down on me, slowly inserting my cock into her wetness.

"My pussy's so tight," she moaned as the head stretched her open. "It's been a long time honey."

"Is it ok?" I asked, a little concerned that maybe I was too big for her.

"Oh yeah... that feels so good," she moaned. "Oh... oh yes." She closed her eyes as my cock slid deeper and deeper inside her. "Yeah... Oh... mmhmm... mmhmm! So big... Such a wonderful... big... cock."

She lifted herself slightly, then pushed down again, pushing even more of my shaft inside her, working up a faster and faster pace.

"Yes, that's so good," she panted. "You're so fucking hard."

"Oh... fuck," I moaned. She was going wild on top of me and the sight of it was so erotic.

"Oh, that's good," she said, closing her eyes and shaking her head slowly.

"How's her pussy?" Ms. Jackson asked me, smiling down at me.

"God, she's so fucking wet," I said, smiling back at her.

"Ooh, yes... you're making me dripping wet," Ms. Cartwright said, breathing heavier as time passed. It was looking like she was going to cum even faster fucking me. "That's so good. He's better than James ever was."

"Yes he is!" Ms. Jackson said, smiling down at me, obviously proud of what I learned from her.

"I think he's the best intern we've ever had," Ms. Cartwright said. "Yes! Yes! Such a nice dick. So big. He's so perfect." Ms. Cartwright bent forward, putting her hands on the cushion beside my head as she dangled her breasts in my face, sliding her nipples across my lips as her hips continued to move.

I managed to capture a nipple and sucked on it, hard.

"God, that's so good," she moaned, her face breaking into a huge smile. "Yes, yes, yes! Such a nice, hard, thick cock. God you're getting even bigger. I can feel it."

I probably was getting bigger. I was certainly getting more and more turned on by how she was riding me. Her body was bouncing on me, sliding my cock in and out of her, her breasts bouncing around above my face, slapping me occasionally.

"Oh yes... right there... you're gonna fucking drive me crazy," she panted with every thrust of my cock, getting so close now to her orgasm. "Oh fuck. Oh wow... oh wow! Fuck! I'm gonna cum!" Suddenly her body froze and she let our a primal grunt as she came all over my cock, once again covering me with her fluids.

Her hand flew between her legs as she pulled off of me, replacing my cock with her fingers, pressing into her clit with the palm of her hand. Then she bent down and began kissing and licking my face and lips, her breasts pressing deliciously into my chest.

"Whew!" she sighed, sitting on the floor beside the couch. "He's worn out this old woman." She giggled.

"Good thing there's someone else, then," I said, sitting up. "I still haven't cum yet." I looked at Ms. Jackson as she sat on the other end of the couch, smirking. "I really want to fuck you now," I smiled.

"Oooh, I like that idea," she said, smiling back. All three of us stood and Ms. Jackson removed her panties, tossing them aside.

"Bend over," I commanded, putting one hand on her back.

"Ooh! Yeah?"

"You know I like fucking you like this," I said.

"I do, I do," she smiled. She bent over at the waist and put her hands on the couch cushions, looking back over her shoulder.

"Yeah... that's good," I said, grabbing her hips and lining up my very hard cock with her pussy. "That's real good."

"Oh wow... oh yes... fuck," Ms. Jackson moaned as I pushed my cock into her and started fucking her, holding her hips tightly. Her pendulous breasts swung below her, nearly touching the couch themselves. "Oh fuck that's good."

Ms. Cartwright walked up beside us and kissed me. "You like that pussy?"

"Yes I do," I said, kissing her back, fucking Ms. Jackson even faster now.

"Oh... yes... just like that," Ms. Jackson panted. "Oh fuck!"

Ms. Cartwright played with her breasts and nipples, just watching me as I fucked Ms. Jackson, looking at me like a fine piece of meat.

"Yes... just like that. Feels so good." Ms. Jackson was moaning louder now. I could tell she was getting close to her own climax. But I was more anxious in reaching my own. God, these women were tormenting me so wonderfully, dominating me as I truly loved.

"Oh yeah... fuck!" I groaned. My cock was so hard and I was getting close to my own orgasm.

Ms. Jackson was holding her breath, now, through several strokes before she hissed out the air. She was so close now. "Yes... yes," she said, her entire body starting to quiver and shake. "Ohhh!" she hissed as she came, pulling away from me and turning to sit on the couch. She quickly spread her legs apart and grabbed her pussy, rapidly sliding her fingers across her clit so that she sprayed cum all over the floor. I'd never seen a woman cum so strongly before. She actually squirted.

Ms. Cartwright quickly knelt in front of me as soon as my cock was freed and started stroking me while she lined up her face directly in front of my cock. "Be a good boy, now, and cum for me."

"Oh! Oh!" I hissed, my body starting to shake. Her hand moved rapidly up and down my shaft, forcing me to cum for her. "I'm gonna cum!"

"Yeah?" She smiled then opened her mouth and extended her tongue. She wanted to taste my cum so badly.

That action only made me more excited. "Oh yeah... oh yeah... ohhhhh! Ohhhh!" I started cumming, started spraying gobs of cum into Ms. Cartwrights mouth and all over her face as she happily gobbled it up.

"Yeah... that's nice," she said as jets continued to erupt, stroking my cock, moving the head of it around, until her face was coated. "Wow... oh wow!" She giggled when it finally stopped and sucked hard on the tip, trying to get every last drop out of me.

"Oh my God," I panted, feeling totally drained.

Ms. Jackson stood and pulled me into her arms, kissing me. "Such a good boy," she smiled. "Did you like that?"

I nodded, still breathing hard. "Yeah... God yeah."

Ms. Cartwright stood as well. She'd wiped off her face with her hands, then licked my cum from them. She leaned in and kissed me as well. "You made me squirt," she giggled. "Well... I hate to have to fuck and run, but I do need to get home."

Ms. Cartwright gathered up her clothes and started to get dressed.

"I think... we should set up some one on one time every week until you leave," she said as she slid her bra over her breasts, pulled up the shoulder straps, and fastened it behind her. "You are definitely a find."

"I'd like that," I smiled.

"Go and get cleaned up," Ms. Jackson dismissed me. "You can go enjoy the rest of your night."

I nodded and started gathering up my clothes. As I turned to head towards the basement door, Ms. Cartwright stopped me.

"Nice seeing you again, Michael," she smiled.

I turned towards her and smiled back. "Nice seeing you, too."

As I turned to open the basement door and go downstairs, I could hear the two of them talking.

"That was sure the best sex I've had in a really long time," Ms. Cartwright said, sounding so happy. "Thank you so much for inviting me over. He's a perfect fit."

"He really is," Ms. Jackson added.

*****

It was the last week of my four-month internship and at about 9:00am on Monday morning a new face appeared in my office. It was the new intern, Kaylee. She was an intern in the Graphic Arts office. Like me, she was also a Junior, from out of state and was a short brunette, wearing glasses, with a tight, little body. I spent most of that week simply imagining what the women were doing to and with her.

Early in the week, I had asked Ms. Jackson if it would be possible to intern again during the Fall semester. I had so much fun this semester, I was hoping to continue my time with the Firm. Unfortunately, during my four months there, I had heard that the Firm enjoyed fresh blood, explaining that they wanted the interns to enjoy a wide variety of experiences, and didn't have interns for more than one semester.

I was hoping and praying for that to change, at least for me. I'd hoped that I was special enough.

Ms. Jackson simply told me to go and talk to the HR director, Mrs. Patterson, and see what she could do for me.

"Mrs. Patterson," I said, knocking on her door just before lunch on my last day.

"Michael. Please come in," she said, turning from her computer and folding her hands on the desk in front of her. "What can I do for you?"

"Do you mind if I...?" I asked, moving the door as if I was going to close it.

"Yes... please... that's fine."

I closed the door and then came in and sat in one of the two visitor chairs.

"Have you enjoyed your time here?" she asked.

"Very much," I smiled, nodding. "I've learned so much."

"Good... I'm very glad to hear that."

"The... um... the reason I'm here is I wanted to talk about interning here again in the Fall."

"Oh," she said, nodding, as if this was a common, but difficult subject as she sat back in her chair.

"I'd heard that you don't usually have interns for more than one semester..."

She nodded. "Yes, that's true. I like to have young people, such as yourself, have a... variety... of experiences... to make sure they really know what they want to do in the future."

"To be honest... I really enjoy working here," I said. "And I think I'm pretty good at what I do."

Mrs. Patterson smiled and almost blushed. "From what I hear, you are very good at what you do."

I stood and slowly walked around her desk and knelt on the floor as I turned her chair towards me. "If I might be so bold, I think I can learn more right here, if given the chance." I touched her calves with both hands and slid them up her legs slowly, feeling her hose-covered flesh.

"There are those that believe a... deeper... knowledge in a given subject can be beneficial, too," she said as I helped lift one of her legs, hanging it over the arm of her chair, spreading her thighs apart. I was happy to see that she was wearing thigh-high hose and that she wore green panties under her skirt. "Sometimes the broad approach makes every experience too... shallow."

I leaned forward and kissed her knee, smelling her wonderful scent. "Although I've learned quite a bit in these four months, I think Ms. Jackson still has a lot to teach me." I kissed up to her inner thigh, my lips and tongue getting closer and closer to her pussy.

"Mmm," she moaned. "Maybe going... deeper... would be best, then. I truly think there are probably things you haven't touched on yet. Oh my... That gives me chills."

I started licking her panties, pressing my tongue over her clit, letting her feel my hot breath on her skin. She adjusted her position a little, making herself a little more comfortable and giving me a little more room to move. I hooked a finger in her panties and pulled them aside, before my mouth slowly descended on her delectable, bare, pussy. I was going to show her at least some of what I'd learned.

"Oh... that's nice," she moaned. "I always wondered how your tongue might feel. I have heard talk around the office. You're making me nice and wet. Do you like my pussy? Do you like how I taste?"

"Mmhmm... I love your pussy," I mumbled. "It's so sweet. I want to lick your entire body."

I started licking her clit, softly sucking on it occasionally, not looking for a quick orgasm from her. I was hoping to show her several of the tricks Ms. Jackson had taught me.

She giggled. "Promise? I'll... um... make arrangements," she panted, "for you to... oh fuck... come back in the Fall. Oh God, you're so good with your tongue. I'd like to see more of what you've learned, too. See how... oh God... deep... you can go. Yessss..."

"Mmm," I smiled. I was pretty sure my career choice was going to be a good one.