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Her First Job - Part 1

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Michelle Simpson came from a working-class family in Western Kentucky. Her father was foreman for a steel fabrication company, and her mother was a registered nurse that worked the second shift at the local medical center. She grew up older than her years taking care of a two younger brothers after her mother left for work at 2:00 in the afternoon. She had helped put herself through college by working at a local restaurant with a degree in finance, and a lot of student loan debt.

Having graduated in May, Michelle blanketed the online career sites with her resume trying to get her foot in the door in a really tough economy for young graduates. She was frustrated because she had never had a problem getting a job in her life. I didn?t hurt that she was 5?9? tall, with long brunette hair, a perky full C-cup chest, and hazel green eyes. Her legs were long and muscular from years of high school sports and college club volleyball. She was flirtatious with customers, but never inappropriate; knowing that her looks certainly didn?t hurt her restaurant tip count by the end of the night.

She was having a hard time distinguishing herself online from the masses of job seekers. She was street-smart, hard-working, and presented herself with an elegant confidence and strength gained from the responsibility of taking care of the family since she was in her early teens. Unfortunately, none of these assets were self-evident on a resume. Frustrated, she decided to attend a career fair sponsored by the local university in hopes of at least getting a face-to-face with a potential employer. On the morning of the event, she slipped into a tight navy blue skirt cut just above the knee. It was professional while showing off her long legs and tight ass. A fairly low-cut cream camisole with lace, a chestnut brown blazer and a pair of navy strap heals completed the outfit.

Jim Kingman was interviewing the 40th prospective candidate of the day when he saw Michelle walk around the corner aisle of the fair floor. She looked older than her age of 22, and he dismissed her as a HR rep for another company. Jim was the Sr. Vice President and Director of HR for the southeastern regional an international restaurant company. He was primarily looking to fill 150 national restaurant manager positions and a few miscellaneous vacancies in the company?s Charleston, South Carolina regional office.

As he finished speaking with the latest communications major who obviously drank partied most of their college career away, he noticed Michelle standing just behind, waiting patiently.

?Good morning, I?m Michelle Simpson? she confidently exclaimed extending Jim a firm handshake and making direct eye contact with her hazel eyes lined in dark mascara.

?Good morning Michelle? Jim responded, confused, but pleasantly surprised that she was a potential candidate.

Michelle explained that she recently graduated with a degree in finance and having several years of restaurant experience in fine dining, she had hoped that her skill set may be in need. Jim could tell in an instant that she was over-qualified for manager position, and unfortunately the only vacancy in finance had to be filled with a minority candidate. As they talked, she watched Jim discretely check out her legs and chest. Jim spoke with a classy southern accent, was handsome, and looked sharp in his dark suit and salt & pepper bark black hair so she didn?t mind his looking her over.

?I?m sorry to say that we don?t have anything that fits your background? Jim explained, but he paused and pulled out his smart phone.

?Hold on Michelle if you have a moment, and let me check on something a second before I let you go? Jim requested with a smile on him face.

?Hey Brian, its Jim. I?m at a career fair in Louisville today and just interviewed a very sharp young lady with a degree in finance. Are you still looking for someone in accounting??

?I can get you her resume and contact info if you are interested? Jim noted as he looked at Michelle for agreement

?Great, I give her your email and have her send it your way?

Jim hung up and looked at Michelle who sparkled with excitement, not even knowing what kind of company she would be applying. Jim explained that Brian Jorgensen and his wife Melisa owned a software company in Charleston, and that they had a hot B2B mobile application that was released a few months prior and that they were scrambling to keep up with the new business growth. Jim wrote Brian?s email down on the back of a business card and gave it to Michelle.

?Thank you so much Mr. Kingman? Michelle gushed. ?I will make sure he has my resume by this afternoon? she promised. She moved onto the next booth and Jim watched her with admiration and she continued to engage the others professionally, and looked incredibly sexy while doing so. Jim texted Brian that he and Melisa will owe him a big one for this referral, and that they had to share with him how she turns out.

Michelle?s cell phone rang a couple of hours after she sent her resume to the Jorgensens. She was surprised that it was Melisa on the other end.

?Good evening Michelle? Melisa opened the conversation, ?Brian and I looked over your resume and that it looks solid. We also had another conversation with Jim Kingman, and he covered the rest of our questions. I know its short notice, but could you possibly catch a flight down to Charleston tomorrow afternoon for an interview? There is a 10:00AM flight out of Louisville that I can reserve for you, along with a hotel downtown near our offices. I?ll email you the number of our travel agency, and they?ll take care of you.?

?Okay?..thanks? Michelle stammered trying to catch up with the situation.

?Plan on packing for the weekend if things go as well as we hope they will.? Melisa responded.

Michelle called her parents to share the good news, and she was off to get packed.

Michelle?s flight touched down just after noon on Friday. She made her way to the baggage claim and called Melisa?s cell number as instructed in the email the night before. Melisa answered and told her to walk outside the terminal and she would be driving a hunter green Jaguar convertible.

As she walked through the automatic doors of the terminal, the warm humid air caught her by surprise. It was still fairly cool in Kentucky when she left, and she realized that she may not have packed light enough clothing for the weather.

?Michelle, over here? Michelle heard to her left. She saw Melisa in her Jag waving her over. Her long red hair immediately caught her attention contrasted against the dark green convertible. She wasn?t at all what she expected. Melisa was about 5?7? tall, with a slender athletic build, long red hair, with very pale blue eyes. Her skin was tan for a red-head, so she presumed it was dyed. As she approached the side of the car, she saw her beautiful toned legs exposed beneath the pushed-up hem of her tangerine-colored sundress. Michelle admired her look, car and all.

?Hop in Michelle, just throw you bags in the back seat. We are meeting Brian for lunch in 30 minutes? Melisa announced as she watched Michelle slide into the front leather passenger seat. They pulled out and drove southeast on the interstate towards downtown Charleston.

?So we?re so glad you could make it down? Melisa said with a warm smile and Michelle caught her taking a quick look at her legs. She didn?t think much about it, just thinking she was checking her style and shoes.

?Thank you so much for having me? Michelle returned. ?I can?t tell you how much I appreciate the opportunity to interview as I know it?s really brutal for young professionals to get a foot in the door these days.? Michelle lamented.

As they turned off of East Bay Street, they parked on a narrow street lined with historic homes. Melisa led her guest through a pathway into one of the hidden grotto-like courtyards that characterize downtown Charleston. The space was domed by three massive live oak trees with Spanish moss and a water feature that filled the area with dappled light and running water.

?Good afternoon, you must be Michelle,? Brian opened while standing and extending his outstretched hand. Brian was very handsome, 6?2? tall, with the athletic build of a former football player. He was tan, and wore a pair of kaki linen slacks and a crisp white cotton button-up shirt. Like a good any good southerner, he pulled out Michelle?s chair, while Melisa waited patiently for him to do the same for her.

They ordered lunch, and got right down to business explaining their growth plans for the business, and listening to Michelle give her personal sales pitch. They were impressed by her strength and poise for such a young woman. By the time lunch was over, Melisa and Brian had decided to offer her the job. Melisa excused herself and came back a few minutes later with a bottle of wine and three glasses.

?I hope you like white,? Melisa asked Michelle as she poured her a healthy glass of Marlborough sauvignon blanc. ?I just thought we could celebrate our newest associate.?

Michelle was taken aback for a few seconds but quickly recovered with a huge grin. She asked if she could call her parents and let them know. ?Tell them we?ll take good care of you.? Michelle requested.

When Michelle returned, there was a second bottle on the table. ?We?re cutting out for the weekend early, so let?s have some fun and get to know our newest associate better.? Brian announced. Melisa rose to use the restroom and lightly brushed the back of Michelle?s shoulders and neck as she walked by. Brian smiled at his wife and winked.

?So Michelle, we have a beach house out on Kiawah Island and Melisa and I have set you up to stay out there.? Brian informed his guest. ?I think you?ll love the view and the kitchen?s stocked. Let?s finish off this bottle and head out there.?

Melisa returned and announced that she had paid the bill, and they should get going. ?I?m sorry, but I?m afraid that I didn?t pack appropriately for staying at the beach or this warm weather frankly.? Michelle stammered with an embarrassed look. ?Don?t worry Michelle, Brian can go on out with your luggage and you and I can stop by a great boutique on St. John?s Island on the way out to the house. We?ll take care of if on our card as I didn?t warn you.? Melisa said.

As they crossed over the causeway onto St. Johns Island, Michelle admired the estuary backwater, with its miles of tall marsh grass and its network of tidal creeks winding through the flat plain. Huge houses with long docks trust out from the bank to meet the creeks. Once into town, they pulled up to a cottage with a simple sign reading ?Corrine?s? out front.

?Hey gorgeous, and who is this beautiful young lady you have with you?? the classically beautiful Corrine posed. She was in her 50?s with silver highlights in her blond hair. ?This is Michelle, and she?s moving down here to work for us. She?s going to stay the weekend out at the beach house, so I was hoping that you could take care her for us.? Melisa said.

Michelle hit the dressing room, and Melisa and Corrine bought her several dresses, skirts and tops to try on. Michelle noticed that all of them did little to hide her tight body. A couple of them were flat out risqué. Without warning while Michelle was in her bra and panties, Melisa popped into the room with a couple of bikinis. ?My husband and I participate in a mixed coed beach volleyball league, and since you played in college, we thought you could fill in form me. There is a couple that always kicks our ass, and maybe you could be our secret ringer and catch them by surprise.?

Melisa eyed the nubile young woman standing in front of her. Her stomach was ripped, and her legs had a defined cut seam running down their length. Her ass was tight and round from years of jumping, with two small dimples on either side of the small of her back. She was a goddess, regardless of her attempts to cover it up. Without asking permission, Melisa handed the bikini top to Michelle and undid her bra clasp from behind her. Her c-cup breasts spilled out and Michelle quickly caught them in her hands. Her hardened nipples poked out from between her fingers and watched Melisa eye her over again.

?Here, pick a couple from these four and meet me out front as I have a couple of other things to get before we leave.? Melisa said as she slipped out of the dressing room. Michelle regained her composure after her new boss just saw her topless, only to notice that her bikini choices would be covering very little. She picked the two most supportive ones, and walked out to front. They paid and hopped in the convertible and headed over another causeway to Kiawah Island.

They were waved through the security gate to the island and wound there way along a seemingly endless network of bike paths, tree-lined lagoons, golf course fairways and villas that were normally busy with families and male golfers trying to get a few hours away from them, but in October, the island was pretty quiet. They made their way to the far eastern end of the island, beyond Sandy Point, where they pulled under a large three-story shake shingle-sided house. The upper floor opened out to a huge observation deck overlooking the beach to the south, and Stono Inlet and Bird Key to the east. With the exception of a golf course fairway west of the house, it was by itself.

?Ladys?.? Brian greeting them as they walked up the stairs to the kitchen. ?Your bags are in your room on the 3rd floor Michelle. We?ll make a picture of vodka gimlets and you can hop in the shower and make yourself comfortable after a long day of traveling. Take your time, we don?t have dinner plans for a few more hours.?

Michelle brought her new clothes upstairs and wondered at the room before her. The entire exterior wall consisted of white French doors opening up to the observation deck. The bed as dr*ped with a canopy. The bathroom was modern, with polished limestone floors and walls, with a glass shower with four nozzle heads and a huge ledge running around two sides. She took off her interview clothes and stretched out on the bed in her undies, letting the two huge overhead fans with their dark mahogany blades blow cool air over her skin. She was still a bit turned on by the taboo of having her boss see her topless, and being pampered like a celebrity guest.

After a few minutes of trying to figure out the controls to the shower, she slipped inside and let the cool water run over her body. She lay back on the polished limestone ledge and closed her eyes, taking in the luxury.

?Brian and I thought you could use a glass of wine? Melisa softly whispered, waking Michelle from her daze. She didn?t hear her come in with the four showerheads running. She was wearing a white robe and holding a huge glass of white wine, condensation quickly accumulating around the cold glass from the shower.

?Can I join you?? Melisa asked. Michelle nodded, not knowing how else to respond. With that, Melisa?s robe hit the floor revealing her stunning body. Perfect legs, a tight stomach with a small diamond belly ring. Her breasts were a full B-cup, perky with large pick nipples. Her long red hair fell down to either side creating contrast between them. Michelle was captivated in her presence. She had kissed a couple of girls and college, but never had a relationship with one.

Without saying a word Melisa dropped to her knees in front of the ledge and slowly kissed her way up Michelle?s long legs. Michelle was paralyzed with the massive confusion, and only stared at the auburn vixen at her feet.

?Are you okay Michelle?? Melisa asked, pausing her upward movement. ?Sure..I guess? Michelle responded not knowing how else to respond. She was getting turned up by the second. ?Oooohhhh my God? Michelle exhaled as Melisa lightly licked her now swollen labia. She arched back as Melisa continued licking up and down her wet slit. She found her hard clit as Michelle grabbed her head with both hands and pulled her tightly inward. Melisa ran little circles around the clit with her tongue and then sucked it into her mouth engorging it even further.

?Oh fuck Melisa! My God?.oh fuck, fuck. You?re gonna make me come.? Michelle moaned, head and neck now supporting her entire weight. Melisa dove her tongue deep into Michelle and reached up to pinch her nipples. ?Brian and I will own you before this week is out.? Melisa promised with a naughty smirk on her face. With that she attacked Michelle?s clit again.

?Fuck Melisa?.oooohhh my God!? Michelle streamed pounding her fists against the sides of the walls. Her orgasm was the greatest she had ever had. Sure she had boyfriends over the years, but none with the oral skills of the red-headed goddess at her feet.

Without a word, Melisa rose, handed Michelle her glass of wine, slipped on her robe and left Michelle on that ledge trying to regain her breath and composure.

To be continued

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