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AMANDA AND CLAIRE GO TO WORK
Amanda was stirring her cappuccino absently, when Claire put her paper
down and said, “Well, we’ve lots of options for work.” She pointed to each
entry as she read off, “Secretary, secretary, receptionist, clerk, and
secretary.”
“You can type can’t you? Didn’t you provide secretarial services for
Mr. Fontaine before we partnered up?” Amanda said as she looked up from the
steaming beverage she’d been agitating.
Claire laughed, “Yes, from beneath his desk and up against the filing
cabinet. I didn’t do much typing. That requires one to sit down on one’s
ass. But, yes, I can type”
“Oh, well, we’ve got to come up with some way to pay the rent. Can’t
you pretend or something? I’m even thinking of applying for a job over at
Drowsie Maggie’s for the dinner shift. I can wait tables.” Amanda said as
she slowly spun the cup around on its saucer.
“Yeah you can. I’ve seen you work tables, but it’s usually on your back
or on your belly, with your ass or twat wide open. Got an idea. If we
don’t get a call for something more fun by this evening, let’s go get
something a little on the drab side to earn the rent by.” With that, Claire
folded the paper and finished drinking the iced cappuccino in front of her.
Her shades rapped around her face and the contrast between the dark band
where her eyes should be and the whiteness of her skin was alluring. Her
full, coral-colored lips matched coral nails.
“Hmm, it’ll be a challenge. But, I’m up to it. Gotta eat, you know.
Let’s call from here and check our messages.” Amanda waved to the waiter
and asked him to bring a phone to the table. She took a pen from her purse
and smoothed a napkin. When the waiter returned with the phone she smiled
at him brightly and patted his hand. She punched in their number and after
a brief pause, began writing on the napkin.
Claire watched as she wrote down the messages and wrinkled her forehead
so the dark brows disappeared beneath the tops of her glasses. She looked
around for the waiter and saw him disappear into the cafe. He exited again
five minutes later and she signaled to him for the check.
“Well, we got a call from David at La Boite. He wants us to put
something down on our tab. Monica was wondering if we want to go to a
party at her parents’ place next weekend. Three calls from the land lady
and a call from the manager at the gym to find out if we’re going to join.
He’ll give us a discount. Mr. Flasque called to say that was our best
session yet, and wants a standing appointment on the third Wednesday of
every month. He’ll pay more if we make him a regular. Monique down at the
modeling agency called to say she expects we’ll have a few jobs the first
weekend of next month for one of her foreign clients. She’ll let us know
in a few days. In the mean while, we don’t have any choice but to find
work to tide us over for a while.
The waiter brought the check and smiled at the generous tip left by the
two women. Amanda patted him on the behind as they were leaving. They
were soon lost in the current of people constituting the hustle and bustle
of afternoon shoppers. They headed back to their apartment but first
Claire filled out a few applications with several businesses looking for
secretaries. Amanda stopped by Drowsie Maggie’s to apply for work as a
waitress.
The manager of Maggie’s was a sinewy dark fellow with a faintly lilting
accent. He spent more time checking her out as she sat there in her short
skirt and sandals with her leg crossed over the other knee than he paid
attention to her answer to his questions. He accepted the application when
she handed it to him and told her to show up for work the next night at 4
p.m. He’d be the only one there until 5:30, but he wanted to give her a
good orientation.
They climbed the three flights to their loft apartment and Claire waited
while Amanda opened the door. The flash of the indicator on the answering
machine showed they had a couple more messages.
“Gawd! I wonder what now. Hmm, maybe it’s one of those places you
applied to.” Amanda said as she pushed the button and waited for the play
back.
“Ms. Pidgeon. This is Ernest Dixon’s office. I need someone to start
tomorrow. My current typist had to leave unexpectedly today. Your
qualifications seem adequate for our needs. Please call as soon as you
can. The answering service will contact me as soon as they hear from you.”
The message ended with the date/time stamp. The final message was from the
land lady.
“Well, at least we’ll be able to eat through next month.” Claire said as
she began dialing the number to Dixon’s office. Amanda went to answer the
door. She mockingly shoved her finger down her throat after she’ peeped
out the view hole. When she opened the door, a middle aged, ashen-blond
haired woman stood waiting. She was somewhat dumpy in spite of her
attempts at makeup and a manicure.
“Mrs. Aspic. How are you? What can we do for you.” Amanda drawled as
she moved to block the land lady’s entrance.
“The rent is now one and a half months past due. I’ll have to evict you
if you don’t pay up by the end of the month.” Her raspy voice echoed in the
hallway.
“We’ll have it sooner than that. We’ve both found new jobs and start
tomorrow.” Amanda began to push the door closed slowly. Mrs. Aspic backed
away from the door and turned down the stairs.
“Just see that you do.” She hollered over her shoulder as she descended
the stairs.
Claire grimaced as the door closed. “Well, looks like I start tomorrow.
Gotta be there at nine in the morning. Yech!”
Amanda made a quick supper and Claire dug through the closet looking for
something to wear. She finally decided on a ballerina-length skirt which
buttoned up the front, a blouse and a vest. She found a pair of loafers
and a matching purse. It wasn’t exactly what the well-dressed secretary
was wearing, but it’d do.
That night the two of them compiled all their bills and determined how
much they were in debt. It wasn’t a pretty sight by the time they got
done. Amanda climbed into the bed they shared and Claire followed soon
after. Love making for them was more a comfort that night than an
activity. They lay there and pleasured each other for some time before they
dropped off to sleep, entwined in each other’s limbs.
Claire crept out of bed and left Amanda sleeping. Hastily she dressed
and left for work. She didn’t want to be late for her first day. It was a
short walk from the apartment to the office, but it was all up hill. When
she arrived Mr. Dixon was sitting at the typewriter in the reception area,
fighting with a piece of paper. He looked up from the desk and smiled at
her. The fold of his eyes indicated he was of oriental extraction, but his
eyes were blue. His hair was jet black and judging by the way he was
crammed into the typewriter table, he was probably tall. His hands
appeared to be very well muscled.
“Ah, Claire, you’re on time. Your first official duty will be to remove
this piece of paper from the typewriter and then type this summons. I need
it in 45 minutes.” With that he got up from the chair and motioned for her
to sit. She placed her bag on the desk and turned to the typewriter.
She was aware of his standing over her while she worked and when she’d
finally extricated the errant piece of paper from the typewriter, she
handed it to him and turned back to type the document from his notes and
the sample copy next to them.
Engrossed in her work, she wasn’t aware when he’d left the front office.
She ran over time by about five minutes, but her typing was flawless. He
nodded with approval as he perused her work and then placed the document in
his brief case along with a few other files.
On his way out the door, he called back over his shoulder for her to
familiarize herself with the office and take phone messages. She organized
files and helped herself to a soda in the kitchen. She looked over his
office and noticed the of a woman and two children on his credenza.
She assumed he was married. It was one thirty before he returned.
“Hello, Claire. Come on back into the office with me and we’ll talk.
I’m sorry about this morning, but this hasn’t been an easy week.” He
continued to his office and placed the brief case on the credenza behind
his desk. He left the room briefly and as she was seating herself in front
of his desk, he called out to see if she’d like a soda. He came back with
a ginger ale for himself and a Pepsi for her along with a couple glasses
filled with ice.
“Now, Janet, my former typist, had several deaths in her in the
last couple months. Last month she discovered she was pregnant and has
been sick every other day. Yesterday she quit and said her last day would
be in two weeks or as soon as I could find a replacement.” He glanced
casually at the leg which appeared from beneath her skirt, through the
partially unbuttoned opening.
“She has been good at keeping up with her work, so fortunately there’s
no back log. What I need mostly from you is typing, answering the phone,
and dealing with clients when they come in until I can see them.” He
appraised her from where he was in a destracted sort of way.
She uncrossed and recrossed her legs then leaned forward to place her
glass on the top of the desk. Just enough showed to catch his eye
and his awareness of it was apparent when she looked up at him. He spent
the rest of that day going over the catalog with her and didn’t miss any
opportunities to brush against her or otherwise make contact with her. She
could feel his eyes on her back whenever she was turned away from him.
They went on this way for several days. Each day Claire took great
pleasure in tantalizing him subtly. She’d gone into the their little
kitchen to get a soda and decided when she heard him coming to adjust her
stocking and garter. The look on his face was reward enough as she dropped
the dress hem and feigned surprise. The day she dropped a contact, or
pretended to, was quite fun. They were down on their hands and knees in
his office looking for it. Her dress was quite short and she paid
attention to keeping her ass lifted high in the air. She was sure she saw
a bulge in his pants when she was standing up. Her legs were spread wide
as she rose to a standing position then she smoothed her dress and left the
room on the pretense of replacing her contact lens.
When she came back into his office to get the files from his desk he
wasn’t there, but before she could turn around, he had walked up behind her
and leaned into her. She thought it was about time. She allowed her body
to relax and tilted her hiney up ever so much.
“I’ve been watching you. You’re not like Janet. She was very efficient
and very professional. I never thought once about embellishing our working
relationship. “ All the while he was talking, his hands were running up
her body. They found the hem of her dress and lifted it up to expose her
naked ass, garter, and stockings.
She could feel the bulge hardening behind her, so she leaned her weight
on her arms over his desk and began to purr. Purring was a skill she’d
acquired over the years. It usually drove wild to feel her body
vibrating all over. She spread her legs apart and rubbed her ass against
the crotch of his pants.
His hand continued to move over her body and they finally rested on her
breasts. He kneaded her nipples between his fingers and the globes with
his palms, then he began to slowly grind against her bottom while pulling
her closer to him from the front.
Reaching around behind herself, Claire managed to undo the belt and open
his pants to free his member. She tilted her pelvis as far forward as
possible and her ass up then moved back onto the tip of his prick. She
could feel the power emanating from the baton knocking for entry at her
door. With a quick movement backward she had him to the balls in her
tight, dripping grotto. He gasped in surprise then began pumping. He
pumped hard and he pumped long. He squeezed her so tight she was sure
they’d turn blue with bruises. She watched the clock and saw the minutes
tick by. He fucked her for almost thirty minutes without stopping then
pulled out.
“What, have you had enough already?” She asked him while trying to look
over her shoulder.
“No, I just want a taste of something a little tighter.” Without
skipping a beat the tip of his baseball bat was in her ass. He pushed
forward slowly. She gasped at the intensity of the pleasure. She loved
getting her ass fucked.
“Where’d you learn to ass fuck so well? I haven’t had it this good in a
long time.” She leaned back into him and purred as he stroked the insides
of her ass with his cock. The fingers of one of her hands reached between
her thighs and fondled her clit. She used the juices from her still
dripping to wet the knob. While he ass-fucked her, she played with
herself. She became aware of a trembling in his body behind her as her own
orgasm became more eminent. As he exploded into her deepest recesses, she
came all over her fingers. He sat down in the chair behind them pulling
her into his lap with his dick still inside her.
“Wow! I’d forgotten how good this could be.” He finally helped her to
her feet and then got up himself. He tucked his clothes in while she made
use of the small bathroom. When she’d returned to her desk, he came out
with her files.
“You’re doing a great job, Claire. Here’s your first pay check.
There’s a small bonus as well.” He smiled slyly and then gathered his
things and headed out the door. “Oh, you can leave when you’re done. Just
remember to lock up. I’ll be in late on Monday, so you don’t need to be
here until 10:30 a.m.”
She tidied up her desk and left about fifteen minutes later. She
couldn’t wait to tell Amanda about the day.
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