It was 9.30 am on a sunny September morning and Jodie Smith was nervously waiting by the reception desk of Burke and Hare Associates. She looked around the room. There were what were obviously a lot of other prospective interns there as well. She glanced at a tall, blonde, poised, sophisticated woman with flawless markup who was talking to a brunette wearing a dress that screamed money at her. Jodie felt out of her depth already.

Three months out of university, Jodie was hoping for that lucky break before her cash reserves ran out. She looked around nervously. She hadn’t expected there to be quite so many people chasing what was an entry-level internship. She could hear her mother’s words ringing in her ears. “Get your foot on the ladder.”

Well, she was determined to do that, no matter what it took. She’d always been determined. She hadn’t realised when she got her place at Edinburgh University that her classes would be full of posh English students. Well off, condescendingly sneering at her working-class accent and values, but fuck them, she’d thought. She’d worked her way through the four years of studying, a series of part-time jobs, she’d burnt the candle at both ends and had come out with a decent degree and a belief she was on her way.

And now, she was right back at the bottom again. She felt self-conscious in her new suit and heels. She brushed a piece of fluff from her skirt, noticing another speck on the navy sleeve of her jacket. She buttoned then unbuttoned the jacket again, nervously trying to decide which looked better and which was more comfortable. She was just tucking a loose strand of her brunette hair behind her ear when she heard her name being called.

“Ms Jodie Smith? Could you come this way, please?”

Jodie tried to control her breathing as she followed the woman down the corridor. The woman was tall, slim, black hair, black dress, black stockings and heels. The only colour on her was the red slash of lipstick across her mouth.

“Ms Gallagher will see you now,” the woman informed Jodie as they turned a corner in the warren-like maze of offices and corridors.

She knocked on a heavy, dark mahogany door at the end of the corridor and opened it.

“Jodie Smith is here for you.”

“Thank you, Denise. Send her in.”

Denise stepped back and indicated for Jodie to enter, before closing the door behind her.

Marie Gallagher ran her eyes slowly up Jodie from the little heels up her legs and over the skirt and blouse. The unbuttoned jacket allowed a clear view of her chest. ‘Nice legs, good toned figure, pert boobs’ she thought to herself before she looked into Jodie’s face. ‘She’s so young and vulnerable looking’ she thought as she felt her pussy clench.

“Hello, Jodie. I’m Marie Gallagher. Please, take a seat.”

Jodie smiled back at the smiling, attractive woman behind the desk. She looked to be in her early 40s. She was slim, poised and with a haircut that looked effortless which meant it had cost an arm and a leg. Her accent sounded posh. It was refined but there was a hint of somewhere foreign, Irish possibly mixed in. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled, which slightly put the young nervous applicant at ease. Jodie sat down, crossed her legs before uncrossing them again and finally sat with her knees pressed together.

“You’ve just graduated I see. Well done. How did you do?”

“I.. I got a 2:1, Miss Gallagher.”

“Very good, Jodie, but call me Marie, and it’s Mrs.” She indicated a photo on her desk of Marie and another attractive woman, both women holding wine glasses as they posed, heads pressed together.  

“I don’t hire people who get a First. I think they are too cocky, don’t you find?”

Marie looked at Jodie and tilted her head. Her green eyes bored into Jodie’s soul as Jodie floundered for a response. Jodie’s head swirled, feeling awkward and out of her depth. How was she supposed to answer that? She sat with her mouth opening and closing but no sound came out. She glanced at the photo of Marie and her wife, images of them both naked coming uninvited into Jodie’s head. Finally, Marie smiled and raised her hand in apology. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t expect you to answer that. Once you’ve worked in the business as long as I have, you tend to get a little cynical. Now, tell me Jodie. Four years at university, what did you learn?”

“Well, I learnt all about marketing, brand strategy, how to..”

Marie interrupted her with a wave of her hand.

“Yes, yes, yes. It’s all here on your CV, the modules you took, the grades you achieved, yada yada yada. Now, what was the best bit about university?”

Jodie relaxed and eased herself back into the chair as she thought back over her time at university. 

“Well obviously, I think the friendships you make there and the life experiences, learning how to live independently, the highs and lows of relationships, experiments. I think those are the things I’d take with me.”

Marie’s ears pricked up on the word experiments and she noted it for future reference.

“Yes, of course. The friends we make at university can be with you for life. Did you meet your boyfriend at University?”

Jodie blushed. “No, I didn’t really have time for relationships. I threw myself into my work.”

“I believe University is where we can really learn about ourselves. So I’ll ask you again, what do you think you learnt at univeristy?”

Marie leaned forward at this point, as if driving home the sincerity of her question but Jodie felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she was afforded a view of Marie’s cleavage. There seemed to be a button or two too many undone and the teal silk of her blouse was open enough to reveal a rather delicious cleavage supported by a plum coloured lace bra.

Jodie’s tongue darted forward, moistening her lips as she tried to pull her thoughts together.

“Well, I learned how to look after myself, how to analyse things and understand them, how to work well on my own and with other people, even when they were different to me.”

“Different? In what way?” Again, Jodie felt Marie’s eyes probing her.

“Um… well…” Jodie stuttered, nervously trying to choose her words carefully as she felt Marie's eyes on her. “They could be a different class, or country or have different ideas of interests.”

“And how did you find it, working with someone different?”

Jodie’s mind flashed back to her tutorial group. Full of posh girls wanting to do marketing because someone in ‘Made in Chelsea’ was in Marketing. How she had hated them on sight until she was thrown into a group project with Annabelle and Clarissa. How Annabelle had called her ‘our little class war agitator’ in the first planning meeting, how they had argued about everything, how Clarissa had started coming to the meetings half an hour late so as to give Jodie and Annabelle time to argue and fight. And then how it had all changed one evening. 

Jodie blushed as she remembered Annabelle standing up, exasperated and shouting “You know what you need, Jodie. You need a good fuck.” 

Annabelle moved towards her, pushed her against the wall and kissed her, her hand underneath Jodie’s skirt at the same time, scrabbling around, fingers squirming under her knickers. Jodie had started to resist, tried to fight her off but as Annabelle's fingers curled their way inside her, she felt her resistance crumble. She stood there and let Annabelle take her. 

As her orgasm subsided, she felt Annabelle push her down onto her knees. Jodie was still in a daze as she knelt there while Annabelle sat, her knickers pulled down and spread her legs. Jodie remembered thinking this was the first shaved pussy she’d seen. She only trimmed her own pubes so they wouldn’t stick out of her swimming costume but Annabelle was smooth, hairless and already glistening. She looked up and started to say she’d never done this before but her words were cut off as Annabelle pressed on her head and pushed her face against Annabelle’s pussy. 

After that, she was her little slut bitch. The next time they met up in the library meeting room, Annabelle just walked in, sat down, spread her legs and just pointed to the ground and ordered ‘On your knees, Jodie” and she’d complied. Every time, she’d crawl between that posh bitch’s legs and suck and finger her until she came on her face. It was their dirty little secret. By the time Clarissa joined them, Jodie was off her knees and back on her seat, surreptitiously sniffing her fingers. And even now, when she lay in bed at night, her fingers shoved deep inside herself, it was Annabelle that Jodie still thought about.

Marie watched Jodie, watched the young woman squirming slightly in her seat as she reminisced on her university life. She saw a flush rising up the girl's throat and a tinge shading her cheeks. She coughed politely which broke the reverie and Jodie stammered.

“I found I learnt a lot about myself, my beliefs were challenged.”

“How did she challenge them?”

The question threw Jodie. ‘How the fuck did she know it was a she?’ Jodie thought to herself. She blushed redder, stammered as she groped for an answer.

“Well, there was a group project and we were assigned our partners and I was thrown in with two girls I hadn’t really spoken to before.”

Marie could feel her knickers getting damp as she started to undress the girl with her eyes. She could sense vulnerability in this girl, and if she wasn’t mistaken, the delicious scent of submissiveness.

“Ok. Anyway, enough of your past experiences.” Marie decided to let the girl think she’d finished with examining her past. “Why do you want to work here?”

Jodie signed with relief. The thoughts of Annabelle were making her body feel alive and were distracting her from the interview. It didn’t help that Marie Gallagher was even more attractive than Annabelle had been. Jodie could feel herself falling for the dominance and power all over again. She looked up at Marie brightly.

“Your company has a really good reputation and I’m told it takes really good care of its staff. I think I would fit in very well too. I’m really determined to do well… for me… and the company… and you too.” She finished, slightly breathless from her words rushing out.

“Thank you. Yes, it’s always nice to hear that. I like to think we are like friends rather than employees.” Marie raised an eyebrow as she added, “We can all work quite closely together here too, just like your group project at University.”

Jodie smiled back, relieved that her answer seemed to have impressed and feeling a smidge of pride that she had regained control of the situation, despite having to press her thighs together to stop her juices oozing into her panties.

Marie watched Jodie carefully. She ran her fingers along the string of pearls around her neck. She licked her lips as she rolled one pearl between her finger and thumb.

“How far do you go to get what you want?” Marie paused. “What are you prepared to do?”

Jodie swallowed before answering.

“Ummm, well I am very determined. I come from a rough area, I suppose you’d call it. Classic dysfunctional family...” 

Why am I telling her this? Jodie thought to herself but still she carried on. 

“...Anyway, I worked part-time since I was sixteen while studying for my A levels, then held down two jobs all the way through University. I fought hard to get this far and I am desperate to do well in it and prove to you that you have made the right choice.”

“How would you measure doing well in the job as my assistant?”

Jodie stared at Marie with wide eyes, noticing her casually playing with her necklace. Marie’s calmness contrasted with Jodie’s nervous and slightly scattergun persona.

“I guess a good assistant would know you really well, make sure they take the pressure off you, know how you like things done and know your rules,” Jodie paused, “and stick to them. Maybe even preempt what you wanted or needed.”

“Mmm, yes.” Marie nodded. “Knowing what I want or need would be the perfect way to measure how well you are doing" 

Marie slowly ran her eyes over Jodie’s breasts, admiring the swell of her perfectly sized firm breasts. They looked like the perfect handful and Marie found herself wondering what colour the nipples were and just how sensitive they would be when she rubbed her teeth against them. 

Jodie watched, pretty sure that Marie was checking her out and not really too sure what to do about it. As she watched Marie lick her lips, Jodie’s body seemed to have a mind of its own. She could feel her nipples firming up and she shuffled uncomfortably in her seat. She didn’t know what to do so decided to carry on talking.

“Well, I hope to pick things up really quickly, I am a fast learner and really want to make a difference"

Marie still didn’t reply. She had noticed Jodie’s nipples swelling and two little points had appeared on her chest. Jodie noticed her staring and glanced down. Her face blushed scarlet. She should never have worn that flimsy little sheer bra and pantie set but she wanted to wear something cute that gave her confidence.

“So tell me more about that time where you were challenged and outside your comfort zone and how you adapted.”

Jodie thought back to the sessions in the library. How she was made to crawl under the study table and make Annabelle cum before she was allowed to help with the presentation. How she had been called a little fucktoy.

She blushed and looked back at Marie.

“I discovered I really wanted to be accepted as part of the team and did my best to do whatever was needed to make the project work.”

Jodie prayed she wouldn’t have to tell this woman who would hopefully be her boss just what she had done.

“And what did you have to do?” 

Marie’s voice was barely above a whisper. Jodie had a feeling she already knew, that somehow she could tell just what Jodie was.

“I would do anything that was required,” Jodie answered, her pussy clenching at the thought.

“Anything?” Marie raised an eyebrow.

“Yes Ma’am,” Jodie answered. 

She could feel her cheeks blush. ‘Ma’am’? Where did that come from, Jodie thought.

Marie pushed her fingers together, the fingertips touching her lips as her elbows rested on the desk, gazing into Jodie’s eyes.

Jodie squirmed in her seat. She could feel her juices oozing into her panties. The combination of this woman’s eyes boring into her and the reminiscences of her student life were making her squeeze her thighs together.

“And would you bring that same drive to your work here?” Marie questioned. “Would you do… anything?”

Jodie gulped. What was she implying? Maybe it was just her imagination, maybe it was the fact Mrs Gallagher looked so powerful and alluring. She swallowed hard and in a voice barely above a whisper, managed the reply “Anything.”

Marie looked up and held her hand out.

“Give me your knickers.”

Jodie stared, her mouth open. A thousand thoughts whirring in her head. Did she really just ask me that? What, how could she ask me that? That’s not appropriate for an interview.

Jodie stammered, “I beg your pardon?”

Marie looked down, picked up her pen and wrote something on her notes before looking at Jodie again.

“Miss Gallagher,” Jodie pleaded. “I would be totally committed to this job, I'm ready to work hard, learn and do what it takes to be successful. I'm ready to do anything that requires, but please, surely you can’t ask this?"

Marie smiled. “I can and I do, Jodie. My company, my rules.”

She paused, watching the confusion swirling in Jodie’s face. She recognised the signs. The desperate clinging to the last shreds of her dignity as the realisation of what she was going to become dawned on her. She decided to twist the knife some more. She pointed to the pile of application forms on her desk. Jodie’s was on top but the passport-sized photos paperclipped to others were visible underneath.

“Look Jodie, there are another twenty girls out there, all as smart and as pretty as you. All of them will say they would do anything as well. So what I want to know is, are you all talk, or will you really do anything you are asked to do here.”

Her eyes bored into Jodie as time seemed to stand still. 

Slowly Jodie got to her feet. Her legs were shaking and she struggled to keep her balance in her new heels. She turned to the door and took a half step towards it but then stopped. She paused, then turned back to Marie. She watched as Marie slid Jodie’s application form to one side and looked at the photograph of a blonde girl with long straight hair and bright blue eyes.

Jodie looked at the woman sitting at the desk casually selecting the next girl on the list. She knew one of those posh sluts waiting outside would get on their knees to get this job. Morals have no place in the real world. Oh god mum, I hope you never find out how I got my foot on the ladder.

Staring at the ground, feeling her cheeks burning, Jodie’s hands slipped up under the hem of her navy skirt. The skirt was hiked up as her fingers gripped the elastic and slowly she tugged the damp material away from her crotch.

She slid them down her thighs and as they neared her knees, she released the flimsy lace and let them fall to her ankles. Not a sound was heard as she carefully stepped out of them and bent to pick them up. Slowly she took a step forward and placed the crumpled panties on Marie’s desk before taking a half step back again. 

Jodie stood, waiting, unsure what to do as Marie leaned forward. She used the tip of her pen to smooth the panties out on the desk. Jodie cringed inwardly at the large damp patch clearly visible on the crotch of the cute lacy white panties with the embroidered pink flowers. 

Marie lazely traced the edge of the damp patch with the pen before raising her eyes. Her eyes sparkled as she dragged her tongue across her top lip. Even though it was barely 10 o'clock, it looked like Marie had decided what she was having for lunch.

‘What caused this?” She indicated the damp patch with the tip of her pen.

Jodie blushed and swallowed. She stood, watching as Marie rose from her seat. For the first time, she got a proper look at Marie’s figure. Slim, toned, the teal silk blouse she was wearing contested with the oxblood red leather skirt and black heels.

Marie stepped behind her. Jodie could feel her breath on her neck as Marie whispered in her ear, “Just what did you have to do in that project that made your panties drip?”

Jodie let out a soft moan. There was no use holding back now. She’d already stepped into the abyss.

“I was a fucktoy.”

She felt Mare’s fingers stroking her hair as she relived the evenings in the library meeting room all over again. As she told Marie how Annabelle made her crawl across the floor, she felt Marie’s fingers drop to caress her breasts. Her nipples swelling and hardening as the words tumbled from her mouth.

And as she finally confessed that being called a fucktoy and ordered to crawl on her knees and eat another girl’s pussy made her drip more than anything she’d ever experienced, Marie’s fingers deftly unfastened her skirt and let it fall to the floor.

She leant back against Marie, her eyes closed, head thrown back as Marie’s fingers traced a path through her damp curls. She felt Marie’s lips press against her neck as a finger slid along her slit. She knew Marie could feel her juices already smeared over her lips as Marie’s index finger traced her folds.

As Marie pressed two fingers inside her, Jodie felt her walls being stretched. Marie's fingers twisted and curled, the pads rubbing over her secret spot as Marie’s thumb circled and squashed against her clit.

Marie’s breath was hot on her neck as she whispered the question into Jodie’s ear. 

“What exactly will you do to get this job, Jodie?”

“Anything” she cried. 

Marie’s fingers seemed to short circuit Jodie’s brain. The sensations those long manicured fingers were creating in her womb left her panting for breath. They could both hear the squelch as Marie's fingers slammed in and out. 

“Anything?” Marie whispered, her lips touching Jodie’s earlobe, her tongue flickering against a dangling gold earring.

“Fffuuucckkk yessss!” Jodie screamed. “Anything.”

“Cum for me, fucktoy.”

Jodie responded to the whispered command as she exploded on Marie’s hand. She felt Marie’s hand clamp over her mouth, holding her in place and silencing her as she spasmed on her hand. Her hips bucked and thrashed, squirming and whimpering, impaled on Marie’s hand until finally, she slumped. Her legs giving way.

Marie withdrew her fingers from between Jodie’s legs and wiped her fingers on the girl’s neck.

“On your knees, fucktoy.”

Marie leant her ass against the desk, arms folded, watching impassively as Jodie sank to her knees.

“Now fucktoy,” she ordered. “Show me what you learnt at university. Put that tongue to good use.”

Marie pulled up her skirt. It gathered around her waist like a dark red belt. The plum knickers stretched across her mound. The damp patch was almost a carbon copy of Jodie’s.

Jodie shuffled forward on her knees, running her brunette hair up Marie’s inner thigh as the older woman spread her legs wider.

“That’s a good girl,” Marie whispered as she ran her fingers through Jodie’s hair, fingers twisting the tresses, pulling Jodie’s face closer.

Jodie’s fingers tugged at Marie’s knickers, slowly peeling the damp silk. The scent of her sex filling Jodie’s nostrils. She moaned softly as Marie’s curls were revealed. Greedily she tugged the damp fabric down Marie’s legs, leaving them gathered around her ankles as she pressed her face in deeper; She didn’t care about anything else, her tongue stretched out, lapping at Marie, tasting her flavour for the first time.

Marie threw her head back, her hands pawing at her breasts. Fuck, she thought. This was better than she ever imagined. She looked down, watching the little slut kneeling, licking at her, using her tongue in the hope of getting a job. Marie whimpered and moaned in pleasure as Jodie’s tongue swirled over her clit, lapping, licking, sucking as her juices were smeared over Jodie’s face.

Jodie licked and slurped, all thought of a job gone. All she knew, all she wanted was to stay there, kneeling between her Mistress’s legs, wanting to please her, to make her cum.

Marie gripped Jodie’s hair harder, pulling her face deeper onto her pussy as she ground herself against Jodie’s face. She used the girl’s face like a masturbatory aid, fucking her hips hard against the girl, rubbing her clit and pussy over Jodie’s nose and mouth.

Jodie rolled her tongue into a tube and pushed it inside Marie, using it like a tiny cock. Her nose pressed against Marie’s clit as she rolled her head, face rubbing through Marie’s folds, juices smeared over her face. She pulled her tongue out then pushed it back in again, building a rhythm.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Marie whimpered as little bird-like cries escaped her throat. Marie tugged on Jodie’s hair, pulling her face away. She looked down at the girl, makeup and pussy juices smeared over her face before shoving her face back in again.

She rode Jodie’s face hard, humping her, facefucking her, using her new toy. As Jodie knelt, inhaling her, tasting her, Marie arched her back and howled. Her orgasm exploded on Jodie’s face.

Finally, she relaxed and released Jodie’s hair, letting the girl slump back, inhaling gasps of oxygen into her lungs. Marie stood up and moved back behind her desk. She opened a drawer and pulled out a wipe and quickly cleaned herself up and pulled on a fresh pair of panties and tugged her skirt back down.

“Put your skirt back on” She ordered, watching as Jodie pulled herself up off the floor.

I’ve a meeting to go to. Be here at 8:30 tomorrow morning. Now get out of my office.”

She walked to the girl and guided her towards the door. She smirked as she looked at Jodie, her face glistening, covered in cum juices, hair matted and wet, stuck to her face. Jodie blushed as she saw Marie looking, knowing what a state she must look but not caring.

Marie opened the door. “Don’t forget. 8.30 tomorrow.” 

With that, she closed the door and returned to her desk, picking up the phone.

“Denise, cancel the rest of the interviews. The position has been filled.”

Marie blushed slightly as she heard the receptionist laugh.

“I guessed as much Ma’am when I saw the cum bucket staggering down the corridor. How long do you think you’ll keep this one?”