Gisele's Story - Sex Stories

Gisele's Story

... thongs, with a black man kneeling in between them. He was grinning smugly at the camera, his hands on each of their ass cheeks, just barely pulling them apart. A petite red head photographer was in front of the models a few feet away, taking their pictures. “Have a seat,” Devin smiled, gesturing to the conference table. I sat across from her and Fernanda. Devin did most of the talking. She informed me I’d be working under her in the marketing department for June. In July I’d be working under Rob in talent relations, finally, in August I’d be working primarily under Fernanda in project management. Fernanda chimed in, saying that I’d be doing some traveling to Miami were she was based, to assist with various projects there. It all sounded very exciting. This would be experience outside of just marketing – which is what I got my degree in. I knew a broad range of skills may look enticing to employers. Hopefully, I would do a good enough job that Elite Magazine would hire me when my internship ended in August. After another brief tour of the floor I’d be working on, Devin led me to my cubicle. “Hi Jennifer,” Devin said to the red head photographer from earlier. I nodded to her, walking pass her, following Devin to my cube. “And here we are,” Devin said. It was a small, temporary cube, employees from out of town used, but it was close to Devin’s office. She went over some paper work with me and told me she’d come get me in an hour or so. I sat, looking through the various forms I ...

... had to sign. I heard Devin run into Jennifer again about eight feet away. “Hi again. The shoot go good?” Devin asked Jennifer. “Very,” she replied. “Jenna and Alexis always love working with Rodney.” “I don’t blame them. Where are they now?” Devin asked. “Oh, they’re in the break room, getting out their frustrations - if you know what I mean,” I heard Jennifer explain. “They were practically seducing him during the shoot.” My mouth dropped as I listened. “Oh really?” Devin asked. “You’re joining in on the fun?” “Nah. I have to do some touch ups on the photos before I head home. Besides, I’m still sore from the fucking Rodney gave me this morning,” Jennifer answered. I heard Devin reply, “Heh, yes he’s quite a brute. I think I’ll pay them a visit and join in though.” They parted ways, Jennifer sitting in the cube next to mine. I was trying to forget the little conversation I overheard, busily going about my paperwork. I don’t think Jennifer knew I was in the cube next to hers, the walls were at least six feet tall. I was almost done with the last form, still replaying the conversation in my head, when I heard Jennifer’s phone vibrate. “Hey there. How are you?” she said into the phone. “Awww, sorry to hear that. You still coming over tonight? I’ll take care of you.” Take care of you? I wondered who she was talking to. I heard her moan into the phone. “Mmmm, yes I’d love to have that black dick inside me.” Jennifer wasn’t even trying to be quiet; she wasn’t whispering or trying ...