The Caller 09 - a job interview - Sex Stories

The Caller 09 - a job interview

"Miss Day, this is Miss Franco for you," Kaylee said, standing by the door to my office. She was wearing the cream-coloured business dress we had picked out for her, her hair made into a tight updo, her pose straight and attentive and only the high heels, deep cleavage and a little too short skirt would hint at her being not your typical secretary. It's been four weeks since Kaylee moved into my apartement, and two weeks since she started working for me. College, we decided, was something she could revisit some time in the future, but for now, she wanted to follow the path we both started walking down. And that path included her being at my beck and call for all of my personal needs. Anything. The woman she introduced was standing in the reception area where Kaylee worked now, waiting shyly to be called in. I nodded, smiling at my young lover, then at "Miss Franco". "Please come in," I said cheerfully. The first time we met Sherri Franco was when she had come to one of our "Callings", as we called our girl's club meetings, which we held now infrequently at shifting locations, whenever I had an empty house for sale somewhere. I think she was one of Amanda's co-workers, but wasn't too sure about it now. She immediately got into what we were doing and couldn't get enough of it, her persistence and eagerness was outstanding. So I finally decided to take her under my personal wing, which is why she was here today. Sherri stepped in cautiously, blinking as she entered my office. ...

... She was wearing a plain white blouse and a light blue skirt, her long auburn hair pulled back in a short pony tail, which made her cute round face all the more striking. "H-hello Miss," she said, moving towards a chair but waiting for my word before sitting down. Outside of the Callings, one of the unspoken rules was to act like we didn't know each other, especially when strangers were present, and even though we were among ourselves, Sherri tried to be as diligent as she could in following the rules. "I'm Miss Day," I smiled, looking up at her. Playing along with our little game was somewhat amusing and silly to me, but I tried not to act too relaxed. "Since you want to work for me, let's get a few things straight first." Sherri nodded and smiled back, still acting very nervous. "Yes, Miss Day," she replied. As far as I remembered, she was only a few years younger than me, but, I had to admit, looked a lot better. She had that slender, shapely body that women like to dream of, and so far, no wrinkles or grey hair hinted at her being already over 40. I leaned back in my chair, putting one leg over the other. "Good," I said. "I selected you because you seem to have no problem following orders, is that right?" She nodded again, standing just a little more upright. "Yes, Miss Day," she said. "I have never had a problem following orders, so please feel free to rely on me." "Alright then, let's talk about your attire first," I continued, starting to size her up. "Open your blouse." ...