Jackie's New Job
by Jackiegirl ©

Never screw your boss! Figuratively or literally it will end up coming 
back to bite you in the ass. That was the hard lesson I had learned this 
year. I mulled that over in my pretty little head as I sat in the first 
class cabin on the flight from Houston to my home in New York City. 

I had been a money manager with a big firm on the Street until February of 
this year. I had been successfully climbing the ladder of my career for 
five years. Sometimes the bodies of co-workers provided convenient 
stepping stones on my journey and I used them without remorse. They may be 
going down in flames, but I was soaring!

Of course a girl has to use all of her talents to advance in this super 
competitive age, and I was not unwilling to use the gifts God gave me to 
full advantage. I dressed for success! Sometimes that meant professional 
wear, sometimes looking like a slut. Whatever it took, I did it. Two years 
ago when my department head starting to show some interest in me I was not 
inclined to discourage him. When the interest went farther, into 
invitations to dinner and the show I willingly agreed to it. The 
relationship that developed over the next months was mutually beneficial, 
earning Perry some of the best sex of his life and me an inside track on 
the better clients. My mistake was starting to take it seriously.

Perry was single, attractive, rich and a lot of fun to be with. As time 
passed I forgot why I started going out with him and gradually began to 
fall in love. I started to fantasize about us as a couple. I began to have 
these little girl daydreams of being Mrs. Perry, complete with the house 
and picket fence. Fantasies are fine, until you try to make them come 
true. 

Christmas last year I made the mistake of bring up the subject of "our 
relationship" with Perry. He responded in that way men have when they 
don't want to piss you off because they haven't been laid yet. We spent 
the rest of the day together and no matter how sweet and loving I was I 
could never garner a reciprocal I love you from him. 

Suddenly our plans for the New Year changed. He had a family crisis that 
needed him. Then our ski trip needed to be changed. He had never been much 
for calling me, but now my calls to him went unanswered, intercepted by 
his assistant. Then the office grapevine had him seeing another woman from 
the legal department. 

I confronted Perry. Actually I bushwhacked him in the corridor and 
demanded to know just what the hell was going on. After the usual male 
stammering the matter boiled down to, I was becoming too serious and 
possessive and that we both needed to take a break so we could get our 
friendship back in perspective. 

I don't know what hurt more, my heart, my pride or my ambition for my 
career. 

God I felt so stupid! How had I let that guy get to me that way? How had I 
become just another mutton headed girl looking for a man to take care of 
her? 

Looking back now I can clearly see my little mind at work and the path 
that eventually led to my destruction. I progressed from hurt feelings to 
a broken heart. Anger followed, first at myself, then at him. It brewed 
into a maelstrom of resentment and bitterness. I think that at the time I 
was really crazy. My next actions sure support that idea. 

I was not going to let that son-of-a-bitch get away with it! He broke my 
heart, used me and for all I knew was in the process of stopping my 
flourishing career with the firm. In a fit of brilliance I struck on the 
perfect way not only to get even but to do some permanent damage to his 
bright prospects at the company.

I logged into his computer and very effectively pronounced 82 of his prime 
clients deceased!

You can imagine what it looked like when it hit the fan! Buy and sell 
orders were ignored, drafts on multimillion-dollar accounts were declined, 
accounts were frozen and best of all condolence letters were sent to the 
next of kin. God it was beautiful! Except......I forgot one thing. 

Every password computer transaction is recorded, tracked, filed away, 
backed up and permanently stored. This is for the SEC and for protection 
from lawsuits by irate clients. It also was my undoing. 

The office was in a total uproar. Clients were pulling accounts, 
threatening to sue and demanding explanations from the firm. Everyone, 
except yours truly, was in recovery and full kiss ass mode. Perry was 
frantic and I was in glory. Then two very large and very unfriendly 
security guards appeared at my office. 

I think I handled it well. I was stunned that my game was uncovered, but I 
confronted the branch president and Perry with grace, "How do you like 
being fucked!" 

I carried what was left of my job and precious career out in a cardboard 
box minutes latter. 

For years I had made a good income and for the last couple a great one. 
I'm afraid that I wasn't very smart about saving. I liked my lifestyle. A 
$6000 a month apartment, a nice car with payments to match, good 
furniture, art and lots of clothes ate up whatever I made each month. In 
the beginning I wasn't too concerned, thinking I would soon find another 
job. I realized after the first few refusals that I was being blackballed. 
I finally applied at a temp agency and there learned the firm had indeed 
put the word out. 

I pawned my mink, then my Rolex, then other jewelry, art and even 
furniture in an attempt to keep my apartment and car. It was all futile 
and by the summer I was on the street looking for a place to stay. New 
York is hard enough to find a decent apartment in, but unemployed and with 
bad credit it is impossible. 

I called my college roommate, Marianne. She agreed to take me in as long 
as I didn't mind the couch. At that point my other alternative was the 
shelter, or, God Forbid, going back to the Midwest and MOM!

Marianne was wonderful. She treated me like a sister. Over the years since 
graduation I had kept minimal contact with her, and then usually only to 
brag about how well I was doing. She never threw that back up to me. 

Her walkup was small but cozy and the couch wasn't too uncomfortable. It 
was only going to be for a couple of weeks, until I found something to 
support myself. 

A couple of weeks became several, then a month, then two. Marianne was 
easy to live with and never made me feel like an intruder. The only time 
that I felt like a problem to her was when her boyfriend came over. In the 
small apartment there was no privacy to speak of. 

Marianne was an enthusiastic lover and Dale was totally unconcerned about 
my being there. They didn't actually fuck in the tiny living room in front 
of me, but some nights it came close. Once in the bedroom they gave no 
quarter and fucked with abandon and noise. 

In the mornings Marianne would often come into the front rooms in just her 
knickers, with Dale in close pursuit in just his boxers. I would feign 
sleep as they made coffee and played a little grab ass. When they 
retreated back to her room I would very noisily get up.

Often during the night one or the other of them would pad naked into the 
kitchen for a snack and through shielded eyes I would follow the bobbing 
of a hard cock or the jiggle of pert breasts across the room. I was 
embarrassed. It wasn't because I'm a prude, but because of how horny it 
made me feel. For six months I had been without sex and since I had been 
at Marianne's I didn't even dare masturbate. Sometimes I get a little load 
when I cum and I couldn't stand it if she caught me at it. 

I finally was able to find work as a fill in waitress. It wasn't much but 
at least I could contribute a little to my own support. We settled into a 
routine, I was approaching acceptance of my new station in life and 
Marianne never once indicated she was ready for me to leave.

Early in November we were sitting at the table enjoying some take out from 
the restaurant where I was working when Marianne brought up the subject 
that would change my life again. 

"Honey," she began in a small voice, "I came across an ad today in the 
Village you might be interested in. Now don't get me wrong, you can stay 
here forever if you want to, but I thought this might be something you 
could handle."

She had me intrigued. The Village was an alternative paper full of ads 
from all sorts of shady businesses and with personals that would make you 
blush. What in the world would be in it there I might find suitable?

I reached across the table and took the paper from her and read;

Very Rich Single Man

Looking for

Live in Playmate

Must be attractive, intelligent, educated and Most Important WILLING!

I will furnish all expenses, wardrobe, car, travel and luxury 
accommodations. 

Very generous salary and even more generous bonus for 1 year contract

Send clothed picture to XXXXXX@.com

Include 25 words or less why you qualify.

I read the ad again, then again. "You want me to be a whore!" I exclaimed 
at Marianne. 

"God Jackie!" she replied, "I didn't say you had to do it, or even that I 
thought you should do it, I just thought you might be interested in it! 
Excuse me all to hell!"

I choked back a sob. Marianne had always been odd, but she was being 
wonderful to me. "I'm sorry Marianne," I told her, "I guess it just took 
me by surprise. The idea that I have sunken low enough to trade my body 
for a roof over my head is so degrading." 

"Jackie you can stay here as long as you want. Sooner or later this will 
all pass over and you will be able to find another great job. I just 
thought that was funny, and that maybe you would be interested in the 
adventure and sexy thrill of it."

"I'm just so confused," I admitted to her, "I really don't know where my 
life is going."

"I know honey," she soothed me. Then she shocked me. "What do you think 
you were doing with Perry? Trading your cunt for better clients! We're all 
whores in some form, even me."

She left the table and for the next hours I watched senseless TV and my 
mind turned in turmoil. In the early morning hours I read the ad again. 

When Marianne came in for breakfast in the morning I was still awake. 

"Marianne will you take a picture of me?"

I've got to give her credit, she didn't smile. "Sure, when? Now?"

"Now's as good as anytime," I told her and went to change clothes. 

I returned to the room in my best professional suit with heels and fresh 
makeup. I did look good. 

"He said a picture with clothes on, I can do that and see what happens 
next I guess," I allowed.

Without comment she took a half dozen digital snapshots of me and then we 
selected what we considered the best of them to send off. 

"Have you written your 25 words or less yet?" she asked me.

I handed her a typed sheet. 

"My life is a disaster and I am willing to do anything to escape it!" was 
all it said. 

"Well that's to the point!" Marianne chuckled. 

We sent it off that afternoon and returned to the daily grind of our 
lives. Thanksgiving passed without word and I had given up on ever hearing 
from the mystery man. During the holidays I got more hours at the 
restaurant and even made enough to get Marianne a cute silk scarf for 
Christmas. Then in Mid December I answered the door to find the Fed Ex guy 
there. 

"Package for Miss Jackie," he said. 

At first I thought it was from Mom, but as soon as I saw the return 
address from Houston I had the feeling my answer had finally come. I tore 
the package open and inside found a first class round trip ticket to 
Houston and a short letter. 

Dear Jackie,

Almost a thousand women applied for this position and you are one of the 
three selected finalist. If you are still interested use the ticket 
enclose to come to Houston this Friday. You will be compensated $1000 for 
your time and effort. There will be a suite for you at the Airport 
Marriott and you will be able to return home on Saturday. Our interview 
will take about an hour, the rest of the time will be yours to spend as 
you like. 

Please dress appropriately for our interview.

A car will meet you at the airport to take you directly to our meeting. 

If you chose not to come use the envelope provided to return the tickets.

Hope to see you soon,

David

That was tomorrow! A thousand bucks, damn could I use that! What kind of 
interview was this going to be? Would I have to fuck him to earn my money? 
Questions, more questions, darted through my head. 

When Marianne crossed the threshold I bombarded her with it all. 

"What should I do? I never expected this to go this far! Should I go? What 
do you think, oh God what should I do now?"

"Relax Jackie," she told me. "What can it hurt to go? I mean if things go 
farther than you want you can always get back on the plane and come home. 
You know you're welcome here. But, you know what, I bet that by now you 
could use a good fuck anyway!"

My brutally honest friend! God she was right about that. I was so horny 
that I had thought about picking up some guy in a bar, but couldn't afford 
the drinks while I was looking for Mr. Right. 

"Ok, so I go." I mumbled.

"Yeah, you go!" she cheered me on. Of course I was going! I needed the 
money, my curiosity was aroused and frankly I was horny.

"What does he mean by "dress appropriately' do you think?"

Thinking out loud Marianne mused, "Well we know he's not hiring a 
secretary, or housekeeper, so I think you want to go with something 
attractive and sexy. You need something that will show willingness, that 
is one of the things he wants." 

Soon we were busy getting me ready for the trip. Marianne cut my dead ends 
and then gave me a manicure and pedicure. While we were painting my nails 
Dale showed up. Both of us were dressed in only t-shirts and knickers, and 
while I had never been so casual around Dale before I figured what the 
hell, I was going to Houston to apply for a job as a high priced whore so 
what if he saw my barely covered ass. 

Of course he wanted to know what was going on but all we would tell him is 
that I was going to Houston for a job interview. Judging from the tent in 
his pants he was enjoying the scene. Later when they wandered off to bed I 
was so frustrated that I wanted to cry. I hadn't realized just how much 
being on display to Dale had turned me on until I felt the damp spot in my 
knickers. I wondered if he saw it too. 

The City was cold the next morning so I dressed in loose slacks, tennis 
shoes and a pullover sweat shirt for the plane ride. In an overnight case 
I carried a change of clothes. 

When the plane was about 30 minutes out of Houston I carried my bag to the 
restroom. It was time for me to get into character for my interview. Once 
in the tiny room I stripped off my travel clothes. I lifted the sweat 
shirt over my head baring my breasts. I hadn't worn a bra thinking it 
probably wasn't required for this trip. Seeing my naked breasts in the 
metal mirror brought home what I was doing and for a second the fear 
overcame me and I almost chickened out. Then the sight of my topless form 
started to excite me. I don't know why, but it felt so sexy standing there 
on a flying airplane half naked. Quickly I removed my slacks, knickers 
shoes and socks so that I was totally nude, surrounded by several hundred 
people and hidden by just a thin door. 

I carefully removed my interview clothes from the bag and then stuffed the 
unneeded clothing back into the bag. I prolonged putting anything on, 
taking time to freshen my makeup and brush out my hair. I did look good. 
My weight was not a problem and my body was still firm and tight at 29. My 
breasts are a bit small by normal standards but just fine on my short 5 
foot 2 inch frame. 

I slipped the stockings up my legs and smoothed them into place. I pulled 
the short black pleated skirt over my hips and zipped it tight. It fell to 
mid thigh, just long enough to hide the tops of my stockings under most 
circumstances. Then I slid into a white cotton blouse, buttoned it up and 
tucked it into my skirt. The cuffs and collar were huge French cut and the 
neckline hung open to the top of my breasts. The material wasn't thin 
enough to be see-through, but not thick enough to hide the prominent 
nipples standing hard against it either. I slipped into 4 inch black 
patent heels and was ready to go. 

I wore neither bra nor knickers. I wasn't sure what David expected. While 
my outfit didn't appear sluttish to the casual observer I thought it was 
"appropriate attire" for a playmate. I knew it was willing, god it was so 
willing that I was quivering inside. 

The walk from the lavatory to my seat was only six rows, but in that six 
rows a dozen men ogled me. My seat partner, a businessman from Houston 
suddenly was very attentive, where he hadn't spoken two words previously. 
I sort of enjoyed the stares and it reinforced an ego very badly beaten 
over the past months. 

At the airport I walked with purpose to the pick up area. Once again I 
sensed eyes following me, staring and enjoying what they were seeing. My 
stride improved and my butt swayed with happiness. 

There was a man standing at the curb holding a sign that read simply 
"Jackie". I hustled to him and introduced myself and he led me to a 
stretched limousine. Long and black it shined in the warm afternoon sun. 
He held my door and I quickly slipped into the rear seat. I had forgotten 
about my lack of dress and I am sure he got an eyeful of me. 

The ride was short. On the way I talked to the driver and learned that he 
was David's full time driver and security guard. He was ex-military and 
lived in separate quarters at David house. We pulled up in front of a high 
rise office building and Mel parked right in front. He came around and 
opened my door. This time I was more careful, but it is hard to slip out 
of a car and not show a lot of leg, or more. 

Mel escorted me across the lobby and up the elevator to the top floor. 
When the doors opened I face a beautiful foyer of marble counters and tile 
floors with a view of the city that was spectacular. We walked past the 
receptionist with just a nod from Mel and into a private office. 

The office was huge, taking up one fourth of the floor. The windows gave 
an equal view of that in the foyer from two entire walls. The carpet was 
plush and obviously expensive. The third wall held an entertainment center 
and complete bar set up. There were sofas and overstuffed chairs in a 
sitting area and then at the head of the room was a gigantic desk. The 
desk appeared to be some exotic wood that shown with a gleam from deep 
within itself. On it's top was a lamp, a blotter and a laptop, nothing 
else. 

Sitting behind the desk was who I presumed to be David. 

He looked to be in his early fifties but still fit and healthy. His hair 
grayed a bit on the sides and his face was hard angles colored by a lot of 
sunshine. His hands perched on the desktop looked to be strong and while 
well manicured were not the hands of an office clerk. They were rough 
looking even from the top side. I could imagine calluses on the finger and 
palms from hard manual labor. His dark brown eyes shone with a gleam that 
exceeded the luster of the desk. 

As I approached he rose and walked around to meet me, hand extended in 
greeting. David was about 6 foot tall and maybe 180 pounds. He seemed to 
be a great shape, not flabby or soft. When I took it I knew I was right; 
not the hands of an office worker. His business suit was well cut and 
expensive. His shoes shown brightly.

"This is Jackie Boss," Mel said as an introduction.

"Welcome!" David said in greeting. 

All I could manage was a, "Pleased to meet you."

David offered me a drink and I eagerly accepted hoping it might calm my 
shaking limbs. I was never so nervous before in my life. 

Mel fixed my bourbon and water and David offered me a seat. The guest 
chairs were arranged in front of his desk back far enough that he would 
have a clear view of my legs. I didn't attempt to move them closer, 
knowing that the placement was intentional on his part and maybe a test 
for me. As demurely as I could I sat and crossed my legs. I was aware that 
the lace tops of my stocking were showing, but there was nothing to do for 
it now. 



The interview began unexpectedly. David questioned me about history, 
politics, religion, science, art and music. I assumed this covered the 
intelligent and educated part of his requirements. After about 30 minutes 
of back and forth David stopped to explain that he enjoyed the company of 
smart women, and I seemed to be more than capable of holding my own. 

Next the questions turned to personal life. He asked about my family, 
jobs, college and friends. He wanted to know if anyone was going to be 
upset if I moved away for a year. In this area I was unfortunately perfect 
for him. No one was going to miss me except maybe Marianne. 

I was relaxed and comfortable after our 40 minutes of knowing each other. 
David seemed to be quite a gentleman and the idea that I had come here for 
anything unsavory wandered out of my mind. Early in the interview I had 
been tempted to give him a little show by crossing and uncrossing my legs, 
sort of a Sharon Stone thing. As the time passed the idea left me and I 
relaxed into his welcome gaze and easy manner. 

He brought me back to reality.

"Let me explain a little to you about what is going on here," he said. "I 
have been married three times. Each time the woman was all I could hope 
for, at least until I said I do. As girlfriends and even fiancées they 
gave willingly to my desires and needs. We had fun, played games, teased 
and made love with abandon. Once they were the Mrs. all that started to 
change. They all thwarted me, turned me aside and suddenly found that 
things we had previously enjoyed were beneath their new station in life. I 
was now a crude pervert and should be happy to have her there to improve 
my life. The first one lasted 10 years before I finally got rid of her. 
The next two lasted only a little more than 2 years each."

"I am a man with a strong sexual drive. I love beautiful women, looking at 
them, touching them, loving them. I decided that I was not going to marry 
again. I was not going to let another bitch get my name so she could cut 
off my pecker. Often in business it makes better sense to rent or lease 
what you need rather than buy it. It eliminates long term commitment, 
keeps your assets free and reduces maintenance. I decided that I would 
rent a playmate."

"Does that shock you?" he asked of me. 

"Honestly, yes." I replied.

He laughed. 

"I have taken the liberty of investigating you. I know about your fiasco 
at the last job, about Perry and all that. By the way do you know he was 
let go?"

I smiled, "I had heard that."

"I know that you are not a professional, by that I mean not a hooker or 
stripper. I know that your reputation is good other than destroying 
Perry's career. I also know that you are in dire need of a job and money, 
true?"

"Yes," was all I could say.

"If you still want to go forward I have some more questions to ask you. 
These are much more personal and much more intimate. If you want to stop 
I'll give you your $1000 now and Mel will take you to the hotel and pick 
you up for your flight tomorrow. Do we continue?"

"Yes"

"Ok, I don't want elaborate answers, just simple and direct on the point. 
If at anytime you do not want to answer a question you can collect your 
money and go home."

I stared at him suddenly unsure, he seemed so much stronger and dangerous 
than before. "I guess we go ahead," I told him.

"Do you masturbate?"

Well that was certainly personal and intimate. 

"Yes," what else was there to say.

Have you ever been naked in public?"

"No."

'Have you ever fantasized about being naked in public?"

"Yes."

"Have you ever had sex in public?"

"Sort of, semi public anyway."

"Did other people see you doing it?"

"I don't think so, but I'm not sure."

"Do you like to fuck?"

I smiled, "Yes"

"Have you ever had more than one partner?"

"No.'

"Fantasized about it?

"Yes."

"Have you ever been with a woman?"

"No."

"Fantasized about that?"

"Yes.'

"Do you give blowjobs?"

"Yes," I blushed.

"Do you enjoy it?"

I blushed deeper, "Yes."

"Do you let the gentleman cum in your mouth?"

I know I was bright crimson by now, "Sometimes."

"Do you swallow?"

""Sometimes."

"Do you like the taste?"

"Not really, just the effect."

"Do you have anal sex?"

"Not regularly, but I have tried it."

"Did you like it?"

"Not the first time, but later it wasn't so bad."

"Do you cum when you fuck?"

Again I was blushing, "Almost always."

"So you would say you enjoy sex?"

"Oh yes, very much." Once that was out of my mouth I rushed to clarify it. 
"I'm not a tramp or anything like that, but I do like to have sex."

"You wouldn't be here if I thought you were a tramp!" He answered firmly.

"This job pays $2000 a week, and a $100,000 bonus at the end of the year. 
Plus you get to keep a $60,000 car and your wardrobe, which will be very 
expensive. That adds up to almost $300,000. I take care of all the taxes. 
What are you willing to do for that much money?"

Here was the big question, the turning point, the bridge to cross. Here 
was the question I hadn't answered for myself yet. I knew the answer, I 
had known it the minute I met David. 

"If you mean sexually, almost anything as long as it doesn't involve pain, 
No torture." The words came from me unrehearsed but I knew they were the 
truth. 

"Then my final question" David continued, "if I asked would you stand up 
right there a take your clothes off for me?"

I sat a second as the request sunk in. Did he want a verbal answer? I 
guessed that I could do that and nothing else would be said. Somehow I 
knew that if I really wanted this job I was going to have to do more than 
speak a couple of words now. 

I stood up and slowly unzipped my skirt. David watched me closely, as did 
Mel who was a silent presence in the room. The skirt fell to the floor 
revealing my bare pussy under the tail of my shirt. Then I undid each 
button one at a time and carefully peeled the shirt from my shoulders. It 
too dropped to the carpet. I stood in heels and hose in front of David. 
Slowly I turned offering him a full view of me. As my eyes passed over Mel 
I could see the appreciation and lust of beauty in them. When I was again 
facing David I sat back down. I tried to act at ease in this room with two 
strangers seeing my nude body. I didn't make it completely and David 
smiled at my discomfort. 

"You are very beautiful Jackie," he said with open admiration. "Are you 
cold?"

"No, it's really very comfortable in here," I replied with a quizzical 
look. .

"Your nipples are hard, if you're not cold you must be excited."

I could feel the flush rise through my chest, neck and face as he sat 
there watching me, gauging my reaction and all the time smiling at me. He 
was right and his words made me realize how right he was. I was 
tremendously excited by the blunt questions and by my own nudity. 

"I guess I am," I admitted to him.

"Uncross your legs for me Jackie," he asked.

I knew why he wanted that and the red tint to my skin darken as I complied 
with his request. I placed both thighs flat on the upholstered chair and 
parted then slightly. My light brown bush was neatly trimmed for the 
occasion.

"You're wet," he commented.

I looked down at myself and the center of my bush was darkened by my 
moisture. I was very aware that my clit was enflamed and that my labia was 
swollen with my excitement. Right now I was glad he could not see that 
much of me.

"Yes I am, does that please you?"

"Very much," he smiled at me. 

I could still sense Mel behind me, he made no move, spoke no words but 
remained a heavy masculine presence in the room. I could almost taste his 
lust in the air. It was different with David. I could see the appreciation 
and admiration. I could even detect his effort at self control, but under 
that his eyes gleamed with a twinkle of playfulness and teasing. 

I fully expected his next request to be to suck his cock, or fuck him or 
maybe Mel. If I stopped right now I was an exhibitionist or maybe a 
stripper. The next step in this game would make me a whore. Maybe better 
paid, smarter or classier than the girl walking the street corner, but no 
less a whore than she. 

David leaned over to open a desk draw. What was he getting? Condoms? 
Lubricant? Was now the time to get up and run?

His hand came out with a stack of money, green bills. He placed it on the 
edge of the desk near me. "This is what we agreed on for today, you have 
more than earned it."

I leaned in toward his desk to retrieve the cash. I didn't have any qualms 
about taking it, I needed it badly. I was acutely aware of his eyes on my 
bare breasts and hard nipples as I moved closer to him. I had placed my 
little clutch purse on the edge of the seat and now I picked it up and 
stuffed the cash into it. It joined the $52 that was there, all my money 
in the world till now. There was also a driver license and two cancelled 
credit card that I kept for identification. 

"I promised that I would only take an hour of your time today," David 
spoke. "We have used that already. I have more to go over with you. Would 
you be willing to join me for dinner this evening?"

I have to eat someplace I thought. "Sure," then it struck me. "I don't 
have anything to wear but what's on the floor here and a very wrinkled 
pair of pants and a sweat shirt. I guess I can run out and buy something 
if you'll give me an idea of the kind of place we will be going to."

Dumb ass me I didn't even think to pack another change of clothes, or even 
something else to fly home in. I was so focused on the interview it was 
all I considered as I packed the case. 

"I'll have something sent to your room. What sizes do you wear?"

"I thought you had me investigate" I quipped.

"Three dress and six shoes, right?" he grinned at me.

Oh shit I thought, I wonder just how much he does know about me. "Right!" 
I smiled back.

David nodded to Mel as he said to me, "I'll pick you up at your room at 
seven."

The meeting was over and I stood up. Mel was standing behind my chair now 
and as I turned to face him he handed me my blouse and skirt. Somehow 
getting dressed was more embarrassing that stripping or even being naked 
in front of them. 

Back in my little short skirt Mel led me to the car and held the rear door 
for me again. As I slipped into the seat Mel said, "God damn girl you did 
great! You have the job, I'm almost positive!"

Driving to the hotel Mel continued on for me. "You are the last interview, 
he already saw the other two girls this week. The first one stopped and 
left during the questions. She got really flustered and started crying. 
The second one just said yes when the Boss asked if she would take her 
clothes off. He told her that he would let her know his decision in a few 
days and sent her on her way."

I had started to shake as the nerves caught up to me but I continued to 
listen to Mel, and I found myself hoping he was right. 

"You really bowled me over when you stood up and stripped. You are one 
very pretty woman Jackie if you don't mind my saying so."

"Thank you Mel," I answered with a smile he couldn't see. 

"Anyway," Mel continued, "he didn't ask any of them to stay for dinner, or 
discuss anything else after the questions."

"I don't understand," I told Mel, "he said that there were a thousand 
girls applied for this. Surely some of them would have been more than 
willing to walk naked down Main Street to get the job. Some of them would 
not only answer the question but be glad to give a demonstration while 
they were at it."

"That's not what David's looking for!" Mel said forcefully. "He doesn't 
want a tramp like he told you. Any girl that sent a nude picture was 
immediately disqualified, that was half of them. Some not bad looking gals 
too I might add. Then he sorted them by body type, he likes petite women. 
He did some basic background on about a hundred and more in-depth probing 
on about 25. From that he picked the three of you. You are all basically 
the girl next door types, good girls with what David calls "potential", 
whatever that is."

"Potential?" I asked.

"Yeah, he says its untapped talents like a fire inside that he can bring 
out in the right girl. You know what I think, I think when he saw your 
pussy was wet he saw the "potential" he was looking for."

My body flushed with shame as I heard this man talk so openly about my 
obvious sexual excitement in front of him and his boss. 

The room was great, reminding me of the luxury and comfort of my old 
apartment in the City. The sitting room held a wet bar and full 
entertainment center, was comfortably furnished and provided a great view 
of the airport. The bedroom had a huge king bed with down comforter and 
fluffy pillows. The bath was ornate, with a large Jacuzzi tub and 
oversized two headed shower. Mel left me at the door and told me to call 
room service if I needed anything.

Well I didn't have much to put up, just a few toiletries and makeup. Once 
that was done I turned on some soft rock and headed for the shower. I had 
been on the go since early this morning and the stress of the trip and the 
situation was really beginning to wear on me. I wanted a shower and a nap.

The twin heads of the glass shower beat a soothing pulse over my body as I 
enjoyed the stinging warm shower. My hands soaping my body lingered over 
sensitive areas and while the tightness in my body relaxed the sexual 
tension only strengthened. I moved still damp and naked to the inviting 
bed and stretched out on top of the comforter. As if my body had taken 
over from my mind my legs opened and my hands began to caress. My upper 
arms pressed my breasts together as my right hand cupped my pussy. The 
fingers parted, forcing my lips apart and ever so slowly the fingers of my 
left hand began to turn circles on my enraged clit. My eyes closed, my 
legs parted more and the pressure of my right hand increased as the left 
kept the steady slow pace of circles. 

There was no movie playing in my head but a collage of images, some real, 
some imagined. I saw the eyes of the men on the plane following me, then 
the eyes of Mel as he watched me slip into the car and I knew that he had 
seen my bare furry pussy. 

I saw myself kneeling on the floor of David's magnificent office sucking 
his cock in front of Mel. I saw my blouse slip from my shoulders and fall 
to the floor, not from my viewpoint but through the eyes of David. I heard 
myself answering intimate questions from a complete stranger and felt a 
satisfaction at my truthful answers. 

My fingers were now probing into me, curling around to touch that special 
place that excited me so. My hips bumped from the bed in time with my 
fingers and my mouth hung open in a continuous pant of need.

I hadn't had sex in almost a year and hadn't even masturbated in half that 
time. I needed this. 

I was lost in myself as my fingers danced, my pussy throbbed and I bit my 
lip as I made small noises of need and desire. 

The image of David looking at my wet pussy filled my head and the orgasm 
began deep inside to tear through me in a wave of almost painful pleasure. 
My body thrashed on the bed and my hand tightly held my pussy, fingers as 
deep as they would go and trying to reach deeper. 

I finally rolled to my side sobbing with fulfillment and fell into a deep 
and dreamless sleep.

I heard a bell ring. I reached for the phone and then heard it again. My 
room had a doorbell, how nice. I jumped from the bed and dashed to the 
closet to retrieve the robe I had seen there. Once covered in some modesty 
I went to the door. 

"Concierge!" He announced, "I have a package for you."

I opened the door and he walked in with a garment bag and a shoebox. 
Placing them on the bed he turned to leave as I searched for my purse to 
tip him.

"Not necessary," He smiled, "Mr. Scott has already taken good care of me 
and given me instructions to ask if there is anything else you might 
need."

David Scott? I hadn't even known his last name until now. 

"Thank you," I told the man, "if I think of anything else I will call the 
desk."

I zipped the bag open and inside was a lovely silk dress. It was cream and 
pastel blues and green. Removing it from the bag I saw it was a backless 
halter with a deep v-neck and a ruffled skirt. I mussed that I was right 
to save the packing space for a bra. 

The shoes were a creamy open pump with an ankle strap and 4 inch heels. 
That was all he had sent. 

It was already a little after six so I got busy with hair and makeup, 
trying to look my best. My shoulder length brown hair has a natural wave 
to it that make it easy to be casual and a little more difficult to do 
anything fancy. I picked casual. 

I thought about the dress. My breasts would be fairly well displayed in it 
and as thin as it was my nipples would be obvious even when they weren't 
hard. They were hard now. 

I rummaged around in my travel bag and found the knickers I had worn this 
morning. They were plain white bikinis and had more than a few hours wear 
on them. I just couldn't bring myself to put them back on. Besides I 
reasoned, if David wanted knickers he would have sent some. My stockings 
were still in good shape, no runs, and they were a light taupe that would 
go with the dress so I started with them. 

When I pulled the shoes from the box I found a card

"Hope you approve of my selections, see you at 7, David"

Yeah, I approved. 

I slipped the shoes on and they were quite comfortable. Then I gathered up 
the dress and slipped into it. The hem fell to about two inches above my 
knees. The top draped over my chest just right. When I raised my arms you 
could see the side curve of my breasts. Standing erect you could see the 
inner curve at the front and the nipples, as I suspected they would, stood 
out prominently in the thin silk. 

I knew that I was going to be embarrassed wearing this in public, 
especially naked underneath, but rather than dispel my arousal my nipples 
became even harder and I could feel the juice flow in my pussy. My body 
was hot with the flush of excitement and my color was bright in my face. 

The doorbell rang again and I opened it to find David standing there. He 
wore a different suit, no less perfect than the earlier one. His silk tie 
was knotted perfectly in the center of his soft blue broadcloth shirt and 
his smile was alive and infectious. 

I did a little pirouette for his approval then he took my hand and led me 
from the room. 

"We are dinning in the roof top restaurant, great food and good service, 
plus we don't have to brave the cold night to get there."

There was another couple on the elevator when we joined it and I got the 
first of what I knew would be endless glances. Some would be 
surreptitious, some blatant, but all would focus on the hard points 
leading my jiggling breasts. David smiled and I knew he approved of the 
stare. 

David led me across the dinning room to our table and held my chair. A 
real gentleman. I was having a hard time reconciling the man with the job 
he wanted me to perform. 

Of course everyone from the waiter to the sommelier and all the other 
guests were having a vicarious adventure with my tits. Funny, I sort of 
enjoyed it and made no attempt to hide. 

When to wine was poured David shocked me again in what was becoming his 
offhanded manner. 

"Did you masturbate when you got to your room?" he asked me in a normal 
conversational tone.

I almost choked on my wine and had to grab the napkin to keep from 
spitting it all over him. I stared in disbelief at him.

"Yes, I did if you must know." I answered trying my best to remain calm 
and act as if this was an everyday topic for me. 

He smiled, a big wide wonderful grin that shared his pleasure with anyone 
near. "I'm glad you did, you seemed in need of it last time I saw you. I 
am even more pleased that you told me the truth. That is to be one of the 
primary rules of the adventure. No matter what, no matter how personal or 
embarrassing you have to always tell me the truth. If I ever hear a lie 
from you I will put your cute little ass on a plane to New York same day."




He didn't say it as a threat, it was a fact and I understood he meant it. 
For some reason so far I had honestly answered all his questions and I 
could see myself continuing that. 

"No problem, but be careful what you ask, you might not like the answer." 
I replied.

"Are you naked under that dress?"

The tables were fairly close together and I wondered how much of this the 
adjoining diners could hear. I blushed and mumbled a yes.

"Excuse me I didn't hear you," David said.

"Yes," I spoke again in a normal voice this time sure that the man behind 
me could hear every word. 

We ordered steaks and ate with gusto carrying on small talk about his life 
and mine. Finally as the dinner was cleared and coffee brought David got 
down to business. 

"The rules are really pretty simple Jackie, you do whatever I ask, 
whenever I ask, with whoever I tell you. Do you understand what that 
means?"

I had to swallow before I could answer, "I think so, yes I do understand, 
anything."

"Right," he continued, "anything. I really like oral so there will be a 
lot of that. I like to wake up with a warm mouth around my dick. I told 
you I like beautiful women, and I do. I like looking at them so there will 
be a lot of exhibitionism on your part. I am something of a voyeur and you 
will have to complement that for me."

I cut in, "Do you mean dressing like this a lot?"

"Like that and more so," he continued, "it might even go to public nudity 
if the mood strikes me. I also like to watch people, so you might have to 
fuck another man, or woman for me to watch."

He looked into my eyes to gauge my reaction. I tried not to reveal my 
fear, or my excitement.

"I thought so," he teased, "you like this!"

"Oh David," I moaned, "I don't know. I have never done any of this and 
don't know if I can. Talking about it is sort of thrill, I have got to 
admit that."

He just chuckled. "That brings up another rule. You can refuse me if you 
want to. The first time you do you forfeit half that weeks pay, a $1000. 
The second time in a week I will fire you and you go home with only what 
you made so far and a first class ticket. Of course you can quit any time 
you want."

I just nodded to him. I was in a turmoil of confusing thoughts.

"What if you ask something of me that I can't do, can we discuss it and 
maybe arrive at a compromise that will fill your desire and I can live 
with?"

"I told you I like smart women. Yes we can talk about it, but my decision 
will always be final."

"Sounds fair," I answered.

He reached across the table and took my hand in his strong warm grip. "Are 
you wet?" he asked me. 

I just looked at him with wide eyes.

He repeated the question, "Is you pussy wet right now?"

I nodded, then spoke, "Yes."

"Do you want the job?"

I nodded again, spoke again in a soft voice, "Yes."

"Good, then you're on the payroll starting right now!" He raised his glass 
in a toast and I returned it.

"Show your pussy to the gentleman sitting behind me," he said 
conversationally. "Just keep looking at me and let him see your bare 
pussy."

Oh shit! I had just said yes but I guess I wasn't prepared for this. 
Everything I had been taught as a young lady told me this was wrong, 
shameful and nasty, but surprisingly I wanted to do it. I wanted to do it 
for David, for the money, but also because something inside me wanted it 
too. 

I kept his hand in one of mine as my other dropped to fiddle with the hem 
of my skirt. Then I uncrossed my legs and parted them. In the corner of my 
vision I could see his fork stop at his open mouth. I could see his eyes 
zero in, taking in my stocking tops and the brown fur covering my bare 
pussy. 

The color in my face told David all he needed to know. His eyes held mine 
and drew me away from watching the man. My minds eye could still clearly 
see him, could see his wide stare, his mouth work still hanging open, his 
hand begin to tremble and even his dick growing hard in his pants. 

David continued to hold my hand, but his fingers began to play with my 
palm. The thrill it sent through my body added length to my nipples, 
moisture to my cunt and color to my cheeks. 

"Jesus Christ David," I said in as normal a tone as possible, "if you keep 
that up I am going to cum right here at the table."

The lady sitting next to us turned and looked in disbelief. We ignored 
her. 

"Wouldn't want that now would we," he laughed. "Time to go before we get 
thrown out of here."

He took my hand and escorted me back past all the admiring gazes. Down the 
elevator we went and through the hall to my room. I knew I was going to 
get laid, that he was going to make me start earning my keep. 

In front of the room David took me in his arms and encircled me in his 
warm firm hold. His hands on my bare back felt wonderful, rough textured 
but gentle they pulled me to him and his mouth covered mine. His kiss was 
as strong as the rest of him, taking me, closing out all but him and his 
masculinity. I surrendered to him, melting into him and his hard body. His 
hands wandered, feeling the sides of my breasts, then slipping under my 
dress to cup me, to hold me. My legs parted and wrapped around his as I 
pressed my sex to him. I was ready to be taken, ravished, loved or just 
plain fucked. 

He pushed back and reached for the doorknob. 

"Mel will be here at nine to take you to the airport, sleep well." He 
turned and left me standing there. 

I just leaned on the doorjamb. I was flabbergasted. I was his whore, 
bought and paid for, willingly. I was ready to do whatever he wanted right 
then, to be his unrestricted slut and he walks away! Shit! 

I didn't sleep well. I hardly slept at all as I tossed and turned in the 
lonely bed. Part of me was craving David and his body, selling myself to 
him to use. Part of me was disgusted with myself for sinking so low from 
my previous high status. It wasn't really that I was disgusted by the 
fall, but by the fact that my body seemed to like where I had landed. 

Masturbating didn't help. My body craved David's body, not my own fingers. 
I tried to relieve the stress, the tension, the frustration, but nothing 
worked. No matter how hard I visualized all I ended up with was a tired 
hand and a sore clit. 

When Mel arrived at nine I had been up for hours. I had to chastise myself 
again for not packing clothes to wear home. I had to pick between the 
wrinkled and worn pants and sweatshirt I had flown in with, or the black 
skirt and white blouse I had worn for the couple of hours to my interview. 
I picked the skirt and blouse and once again disdained the worn knickers. I 
knew it would be colder than Hades on the ground in the City, but Marianne 
was picking me up and I had called her to bring my overcoat. 

They say the clothes make the person. I don't know what the little black 
skirt made me, but I do know what it made me feel like. It made me feel 
exposed and at the same time like I had a great secret. It made me feel 
vulnerable and at the same time powerful. It made me feel like flirting 
and hiding, It made me feel like a whore and a goddess. Mel obviously 
approved judging from his stare at the door. 

He handed me an envelope and opening it I found $5000 and a note.

"The money is to help you settle things at home and be ready to move back 
here in a week. Call it a signing bonus. I will send you a ticket for a 
week from today to return. You are to bring only the clothes you are 
wearing and what few personal effects you can't live without. Everything 
will be furnished that you will need. If you have a passport bring it with 
you, if not we will get you one. I have only two request before you 
return. Have a professional manicure and have your nails done in red, you 
know the color, whore red. Second remove all the hair below your head. 

I hope to see you a week from today, 

Your new Boss

David."

I was thrilled to see the money, now I could set things right by Marianne 
after all the help she had been to me. The manicure was no problem, I 
loved to get them and what difference did the color make. Removing all my 
hair I knew meant shaving my pussy. I had never done that and had no idea 
of what it would look or feel like. I assumed that it was to get me into 
the role I was to play, house whore to a rich oil man. I didn't even 
notice that my nipples were hard again until I saw where Mel's eyes were 
looking. Damn. 

So here I sit in First Class flying back to the Big Apple ready to close 
out my life there and move into a new one. I bought a book to read and use 
it so I can pretend not to notice the stares and horny looks from the 
fellow passengers. My stocking tops keep peeking out from under my hem and 
my nipples rise and fall as my wandering mind shifts it's focus. 

A couple of the men onboard look pretty good, but I don't know David's 
rules about having a mile high quickie, I do know that if he asked me I 
would have to tell the truth. I am better off staying horny. One of the 
women in the front row is very attractive and the question David asked 
about being with another woman filters through my mind. Would I, could I? 
Of course I could, but would I enjoy it? Would David?

My pussy is wet as the miles slip under us and my old life and inhibitions 
disappear into the dark sky. 

 
Jackie's New Job Ch. 02
by Jackiegirl ©

I slipped from slumber to wakefulness peacefully, easily, feeling 
wonderful. I look around a little disorganized and realize that I am back 
on Marianne's couch in her Village apartment. The events of the past two 
days seemed far away, almost unreal. I sat up on the makeshift bed that I 
had used for the last six months. 

This sofa became my home thanks to the kind friendship of Marianne and the 
disastrous crash of my career. She had fed me, given me shelter and held 
my hand through almost a year of unemployment. When I was blackballed from 
every decent job in the City through my own stupid actions she supported 
me. I owed her.

I stood up from the sofa getting my bearings again. I was in a t-shirt and 
knickers. I heard the noises from her room indicating that she and her guy 
were awake and about to join me. I put coffee on.

Marianne had picked me up at the airport last night when I returned from 
my job interview in Houston. It had been late and she had her boyfriend 
with her. She dropped me at the apartment and they went out. I heard them 
come in much later, followed soon by their noisy activities in the 
bedroom. 

Dale came out first dressed only in his boxers, and made directly for the 
bathroom. Marianne followed. She came in to retrieve a cup of coffee first 
then went to pee. Dale took a seat at the table and I handed him a cup. He 
smiled at me.

"You look cute today," he said. 

I knew he referred to my sleepwear but I didn't care. He had seen me in 
knickers and t more than once now. The privacy in a little one-bedroom walk 
up is limited. 

"Hey you!" Marianne cut in, "don't be making passes at my roommate."

She was dressed much the same as I, a little tank top and knickers. Dale 
must be having a good morning I thought two half-naked girls in sight. 

I got up and walked to my purse. I bent over, showing a little panty I'm 
sure, and grabbed the bigger bundle of cash from my bag. I handed it to 
Marianne. 

"My God! What did you do, rob a bank?" she cried. 

"No, I got the job and this is a signing bonus. I want you to have it. 
Call it back rent."

"I can't take this Jackie! You're broke and need it more than me," she 
said. 

"Believe me Marianne, I won't be needing it, besides, I have some more in 
there." I assured her. 

"God damn!" Dale cut in, "what kind of job did you get?"

Marianne looked at me sideways. I gave her a little wink. "Personal 
assistant to a Texas oil man," I told him, "good salary, lots of travel 
and all expenses paid."

I was damned if I was going to tell him that I had hired on as the private 
whore to a horny Texan. 

"I leave next Saturday. There is a lot to do in the mean time and I might 
need your help M."

Dale left for work a little later and we had time to talk. I told her all 
about the trip. I told her about the airplane, the limousine , Mel the 
driver bodyguard and then about the interview. When I got to the part 
about the question and answer session she was curious so I had to relate 
many of the actual questions. 

I told her about standing in the center of the room and stripping naked. 
Her mouth hung open as I told her about it. 

"Marianne we knew that was what the job was about, why the shocked look?"

She swallowed and replied, "I just can't feature you doing that! I mean 
you are always so proper and ladylike." 

"That wasn't the worst of it honey!" I told her. "The way I look at it I 
am fucked here, no job and no prospects. I am fucked there too, but at 
least there I get well paid for it." I told her about the compensation 
package. 

"Wow! Do you need a helper?" she laughed.

I told her the rest of the story, about the dress, how revealing it was, 
and diner and David hiring me. I didn't tell her about flashing the man at 
the next table at David's suggestion.

"Ok girl, so now we have to go shopping!" she bubbled.

"Nope, no shopping, all I take is what I wear." I answered her.

"You're kidding! You go with nothing?" she said unbelieving. 

"Yep, just the clothes on my back. He said to come in the "clothes I was 
wearing", I'm not sure if he meant any clothes I chose to wear, or the 
ones I had on at that time. I'm not taking a chance. Those," I pointed to 
the discarded skirt and blouse, "are going to the cleaners today."

We talked some more and I filled in all but one detail that I knew I had 
to address soon. Finally I worked up the nerve. 

"Marianne," I began, "I'm not real sure how to ask this or if you will 
take it wrong."

"Just blurt it out girl!" she said. 

"Well one of the things he said I had to do was shave," I think I was 
blushing, "you know, bare down there." 

She laughed, "All men are perverts! Dale likes that too."

Big eyed I asked , "Are you bare?"

"As a babies butt!" she replied with a grin. "Dale shaved me the first 
time and damn, did it make him horny! Now we do it a couple of times a 
week, when you're working in the diner late."

I was blown away and the words were out of my mouth before my brain kicked 
in. "Can I see?"

My hands flew to my mouth to try to catch the words, but missed. Marianne 
didn't bat an eye, she just slipped her knickers down and I was looking at 
the first hairless pussy I had ever seen on a grown woman. It looked 
wicked, naughty and, I admit, sexy. 

"I'll help you," she said, "unless you want Dale to do it, after all he 
does have experience."

I smacked her on the shoulder, "No way in hell is Dale getting anywhere 
near my pussy, razor or no razor!"

"No time like the present," she coached me, "go take a nice long bath then 
we groom you for your new job."

I looked at her as she picked up our cups and cleared the table. She was 
acting like she was going to help me do my nails, not the most personal of 
all grooming. 

I went and drew a bath. Soaking in the warm comfortable tub my mind 
reviewed the events of the past days. I was still surprised by my physical 
reaction to David. I had wanted him to come into my room and take me, I 
still did. Even now thinking of him turned me on, fired my imagination. 
That was when Marianne came into the bathroom.

She had her razor and gel cream, a couple of towels and some lotion. 

"Ok girl, scoot down in the tub and put one leg over each side." The big 
claw foot tub was the best thing in the apartment. Long, deep and wide it 
allowed a person to stretch out and relax. 

"Well come on, lift that hairy thing up here for me." She teased.

I placed my forearms on the tub bottom and hooked a leg over each side and 
then floated my middle to the top. 

Marianne didn't say anything, she just squirted some gel into her hand, 
reached over and smeared it on my pussy. Just like that I had been touched 
by my first woman. 

She used her hand to work the gel into a lather and cover all my bush. 
Then she rinsed her hand in the tub and took up the razor. She looked at 
me, then at my pussy. She took the first long slow stroke. It surprised me 
how fast it went. Or at least I thought she was done.

"No, we still have to get all the little stray hairs around your lips. 
Open your legs as far as you can." She told me when I started to let back 
down. 

I looked at her, "Well you want it right, don't you," she asked acting a 
little put out. 

I did as I was instructed and opened wide for her. 

She held my lips apart and slipped the sharp razor over them, removing any 
visage of hair and stubble. She pushed her finger into my crease to open 
me and force my folds open and then spread her fingers to pull my flesh 
tight. 

I was unnerved by the touch, the intimacy of it. I had to say something 
just to keep from freaking out on her. 

"One of David's questions was if I had ever been with another girl, I 
guess now I can tell him yes." I blurted out. 

"You're kidding!" she cried, "you mean he really asked you that? Wait a 
minute! You mean that you never have?"

In my embarrassment I got defensive. "Yes and no to answer your 
questions," I said huffily. 

"Girl are you in for a treat!"

"You mean you have?" I asked shocked. 

"Well hell yes! It was my minor in college didn't you know that? I know we 
weren't roommates long but I thought you knew that I liked girls too. I 
just never made a pass at you because you seemed to be such a tight ass."

She was done and had removed her hands from me thankfully. I dropped back 
into the water to rinse off and hide. 

"Stand up and put this lotion on, it will really help," she instructed me. 
"I'd do it for you but you're still a virgin!" she laughed at me. 

I stood and dried then applied the soothing lotion to my pubes. Marianne 
watched fascinated. I slipped my robe on and made my way to the living 
room. 

"Look Jackie," she said, "I'm sorry if I hurt you with my teasing. You 
have become my best friend and I just want you to be happy. I know all 
this is scary for you but to tell you the truth I am so jealous I could 
scream. I wish it were me."

I didn't know what to say so I just hugged her. She had saved me from 
living on the street as a homeless and unemployed nobody. 

The next few days passed fast as I made arrangements to store the things I 
just couldn't give up and gave Marianne the rest to keep or sell. I used 
most of the thousand dollars I had left to buy Christmas gifts for my 
parents, sister and brother and shipped them off to Little Town, Nowhere, 
USA. 

Thursday I was pretty much done with all the preparations except the 
manicure that was scheduled for the next day. 

My mind was a turmoil of new thought and fears as the departure date for 
my new life approached. Marianne had been very supportive and helpful, 
allowing me to talk as much as I wanted and even keeping Dale out of the 
apartment for two nights as we spent our last few days together for a 
year. 

I had shaven again, not out of a real need, but for the practice. While I 
was doing it I couldn't help but think of Marianne's hands on me that 
first time and some of the things she had said. 

I brought home a bottle of wine for us to share, knowing that Dale 
wouldn't be in until late. We put on some music, broke out the snacks and 
settled in for a girls night. 

When we are almost done with the wine I finally worked up the courage to 
ask her what had been on my mind for days.

"You say that you have been with women before, can you, well if you could 
give me some pointers I might not be so scared."

"Ah, shit Jackie," she mumbled, "you just do the things that you like to 
have done to you."

"Come on Marianne, please?" I pleaded about half drunk. "I mean how do you 
even get started? Do you just throw her on the bed and dive between her 
legs?" 

"Is that what you do with men?" she asked, "No wait, I take that back. Men 
are not a good comparison, they're animals. They have their value, nothing 
beats a great fucking, but they suck at making love." 

She went on, "Are you sure that you have never been with a girl?"

"I think I would remember it if I had!" I told her. 

"You have to be slower, softer than with a man. You have to let her guide 
you more. I mean with a man you know what he likes, stick it in your mouth 
and he's happy!" she laughed. 

"Believe me," she said, "you won't have any trouble reading your partner."

"I don't know M,' I said, "I guess I'm just so nervous about never doing 
it and I don't want to blow this deal by running off screaming the first 
time it happens."

"Stand up Jackie," she told me as she rose from the settee. 

I stood and watched as she walked to me. Standing in front of me she ran 
her hands up my bare arms. I shivered and instinctively drew back. 

"Relax," she cooed. 

She did it again and I stood still for her. Her hands traveled up my arms 
and over my shoulders to cup my face. She removed them and did it again. I 
noticed her shiver this time. She stood with her hands on my cheeks and 
leaned forward. Her lips just barely touched mine. 

"Softly," she said, "always softly." Her lips pressed a little harder and 
I felt her mouth open. Mine responded. 

"Gently," she said, "always lead her gently to what you want." 

Her tongue touched my lips and she moved a little closer to me, making 
contact with her breasts on mine. 

I opened my mouth and allowed her inside. It was like nothing I had even 
felt or tasted before. She didn't push me, just held her tongue in me and 
me in her arms as the heat rose in us. 

Then she broke away. "That's all there is too it," she said.

I was still standing there, still numb from the sensation of her lips and 
not sure what to do next. So I tried it with her. I moved into her and 
took her head in my hands. She didn't resist, allowing me to pull my mouth 
to hers. This time her lips parted and my tongue entered her. 

I moved my hand to her arm and traced it over her bare skin. My sense of 
touch seemed to be magnified and I felt each fine hair of her arm, As I 
moved it back down her I brushed her breast with my palm. Her lips sucked 
on my tongue before drawing away to nestle against my neck.

"Is this a lesson you want to continue?" she asked in hot breath against 
my neck. 

"Please," I whispered.

"Unbutton my blouse," she said quietly. 

My hands moved to her blouse and I began to fumble with her buttons. 

"Easy, just relax and let things happen," she whispered again. 

She turned slightly in my arms making it easier for me to reach her 
fasteners. I took a deep breath and undid them slowly, one at a time, my 
hand trembling. 

"Now move your mouth to me." She instructed. 

I lowered my head to her bare breasts and took her right nipple in my 
lips. It was a different feeling than any I had ever known. The softness 
and hardness together was only female. The heat of her body was fragrant 
with sex, with desire. I mouthed her nipple, sucking and licking her. She 
had said to do what I like, so I did, I pulled her tight nipple out with 
my mouth and sucked on it. She moaned and pulled her breasts hard to my 
face. 

"Kiss me again," she said. 

I moved my mouth to hers, leaving the sweet taste of her breast behind. 
Now her mouth was hotter, her breath warm with the inner fire of her. I 
plunged my tongue into her as my hand returned to her bare chest and hers 
pushed my shirt up to touch mine through my bra. 

"Come with me," she told me and turned to her room. 

I followed, not thinking, just wanting.

In the room she pulled my shirt over my head and reached behind me to 
unfasten my bra. The bra fell between us and I was bare. She slipped her 
blouse off and then took me in her arms and hugged me to her. I had no 
idea how soft, how smooth and how warm a woman's flesh could be. I 
dissolved into her and our mouths joined again. 

She laid back on the bed and beckoned me to her. I moved as if in a 
trance. 

"Take my shorts off," she said. 

My hands found her zipper as I stared into her face. She was calm, much 
calmer than I was. I shook all over, from fear or need I couldn't tell. 

I slipped her shorts down her legs and off her feet. 

"Now the knickers," she said.

As they moved past her sex I could see that she was wet and swollen, ready 
for me. When the knickers cleared her feet she opened her legs to me, 
drawing back her knees and exposing herself fully. I marveled at the sight 
of her and could feel my tongue on my lips as I did. 

"Taste me," she said needlessly as my mouth lowered to her. 

There are no words to describe what she tasted like. Sweet, tangy, sharp, 
hot, wet all leave out the essence of the nectar of her. 

She tasted like Marianne, the wonderful friend I had grown to love like a 
sister. She tasted like the most thrilling experience of my life, and like 
the safety of home. She tasted like excitement and I got instantly drunk 
on her. I ran my tongue through her tentatively, brushing her lightly from 
bottom to top. Her hood was pulled back and her clit standing, waiting for 
me. 

I licked it slowly, carefully at first, then with more eagerness. 

Her hands held my head and I heard her voice from far away. "Slow and 
easy, go slow and easy. Right there, lick right there. Now suck a little. 
A little harder. That's it, right there, just like that. Now use your 
tongue, slip it inside me and fuck me with it. That's right, Oh God yes 
just like that. Now breathe on me, all over then suck my clit again. Yes, 
fuck yes just like that."

Her words led me on as I made love to her, learning her body and her 
desires. I worked slowly as she liked and I cared not how long it took. My 
hands held her thighs and the feeling of her flesh under me was thrilling. 
My breasts pressed into the bed and my nipples felt the course fabric of 
the blanket. Each time they moved my body tingled with excitement. 

Marianne started to move her hips against my mouth and her instructions 
stopped. I felt that she was nearing her orgasm and I was overjoyed to 
bring it to her. I was only interested in her fulfillment, her need at 
that moment. 

Her body tightened and her hips arched up to me. Her hands pressed my face 
tighter to her and she came. I tasted that new sensation too. She flooded 
my mouth. She covered my face. I sobbed, from the happiness of her release 
and the pain of knowing that it was over. 

I lay with my head on her thigh, my own body quivering as she settled down 
from her high. Then I felt her pulling my head up. She guided me up the 
bed and rolled me over. She removed my shorts and knickers then moved on 
top of me supported on her arms over my waist. 

"That was not the scary part," she said, "this is," and lowered herself to 
me. 

The first touch of her lips on my bare flesh sent electric shocks through 
me. I vibrated and jerked at the sensational touch of her lips on mine. 
Her hands worked inside my legs and parted my sex. She blew on me and the 
warm breath sent tingles running from my pussy to my brain. 

"Oh," I moaned. Then her mouth covered me. I didn't know. I had no idea 
what it could feel like. Almost instantly an orgasm shot through my body 
like none I had known before. I groaned loudly and worked my hips to open 
myself more and have more of me covered by her mouth. She pulled back.

"That's just the beginning," she said. 

The next minutes are lost to memory, except for the feelings. The events, 
the actions, are gone, but the feelings remain clear and vivid. I throbbed 
with one orgasm after another as she taught me things about my body that I 
didn't suspect. Her tongue and mouth brought me to places that left me 
suspended in heaven, then crashing to earth again. I panted and cried, I 
whimpered and cursed as she worked a magic on my sex. Even though she 
never left my pussy she made love to my whole being. My legs curled around 
her back and I held her as if my life depended on it. At that moment I 
would have died if she stopped. 

Finally drained of ability to think or act I fell back to the bed 
exhausted. 

She moved up to me and we tenderly kissed again. My mouth still tasting of 
her and her mouth still wet with me. We cuddled up and fell asleep. 

I heard a noise that woke me. The door latch. Dale had his own key. He had 
one long before I had moved in and often used it if he were coming over 
late. I started to jump from the bed but Marianne put a hand on me, 
holding me there.

"It's Dale," I said in a loud and urgent whisper. 

"Stay here," she asked. 

"I can't! He'll be in here in a minute and see us!" I told her in a panic.

"I know," she went on speaking close to my ear so he won't hear, "I want 
him to find us together. It will make him so horny he will be wild!"

I owed Marianne, I owed her a lot. The look of fear in my face registered 
with her and she said calmly, "Lay back down baby, it will be alright, I 
promise."

I put my head back on the pillow next to hers and closed my eyes against 
my horror. 

"Oh shit!" I heard as the door opened. 

"Dale," Marianne said in a conversational voice, "Jackie and I were just 
taking a little nap while we waited for you."


"Nap my ass!" He retorted, "since when do you two nap in the nude 
together?"

"Now don't be an ass Dale!" she said. "You can always spend the night at 
your apartment!"

I slid from the bed trying my best to be invisible. Dale's eyes followed 
my naked body as I reached for my shirt and shorts. I didn't even look for 
my knickers or bra. I scooted from the room slipping my blouse on as I did. 


The door closed behind me and there followed a minute of silence. Then I 
heard Dale exclaim, "God damn that feels so good!"

The next forty five minutes were a continuos narrative of their sexual 
adventure. I know that Marianne was deliberately being louder than normal 
for my benefit, to show me the effect I had on Dale. I flushed with 
embarrassment at the thought of him seeing us in bed together. I paced the 
floor, then sat. I got up and paced some more. I turned the TV on and the 
volume up the cover their noise. 

Finally the door opened and Dale came out. He came out naked and walked 
across the room to the bath. Seconds later Marianne followed looking 
disheveled and very satisfied. She grinned at me as she stood there naked 
too. 

"Jackie," she asked softly, "one more favor, please?"

I just looked at her, the girl I had made love to this night. 

"Take your blouse off. Please?" she asked me. 

"What?" I asked flabbergasted. 

"I want to see if Dale will get hard again looking at you."

"No way!" I insisted.

"He's already seen you so what's the big deal. Besides this is what 
you'll be doing for a living in a couple of days."

"I'm not a whore yet!" I replied feeling very confused.

"Where did all that money come from then?" she asked sensibly. 

"From showing my body to strangers" I thought to myself. 

I slipped my blouse off and threw it on the sofa just as Dale opened the 
bathroom door. He stopped in his tracks and stared at us. 

"Did I die in there?" he asked pointing over his shoulder to the bathroom. 
"I think I just walked into heaven" 

His dick indeed started to rise and we watched as it swelled and grew to 
full length. Not another word was said as he rose from dangling to rigid.

Marianne walked over to him and took his shaft in her hand. She pulled him 
to her and said, "Come on, we have unfinished business." 

I endured another half-hour of their rambunctious lovemaking. Marianne 
came out later and sat with me. 

"Jackie are you ok?" she questioned with real concern in her voice. 

"Just confused, that's all." I answered.

"You get some rest and tomorrow we can talk if you want. By the way, you 
were awesome!" She smiled at me, leaning over to kiss my lips before 
leaving the room. I didn't sleep much that night. 

Friday went fast. I picked up my skirt and blouse at the cleaners, bought 
some new hose, visited the few people that knew more than my name to say 
goodbye. I spent four hours in the salon getting my hair and nails done 
and luxuriating in the specialized pampering . 

Marianne had to work a double, her replacement calling is sick at the last 
minute. I was terribly disappointed as I packed the few things I was 
taking with me. I unframed my Diploma and rolled it safely up. I packed 
the one picture of my family that I had. It was of the five of us on my 
High School Graduation day. The last day I remember us all being happy 
together. I packed everything except the few toiletries I would need the 
next morning. Exhausted I fell into my sofa bed for what I hoped would be 
the last time. 

Marianne came in from her double about 6AM and woke me. We shared 
breakfast together, each of us quiet. We were both sad that our new 
relationship would end before it even had time to develop. We promised to 
stay in touch and I faithfully swore to take my vacation, if I got one, 
back here with her. 

I dressed in my freshly laundered skirt and blouse, slipping on thigh high 
stockings and heels. They were the same clothes I had worn to my interview 
last week.

"You sure do look cute in that getup," Marianne told me. 

"Yeah, well I sure do feel exposed in it too!" I replied. 

It was Christmas Eve and cold outside so I had to wear my overcoat to the 
airport. Marianne drove me in her car and there was little conversation on 
the way. The terminal was crowed and busy with the holiday traffic. I had 
no baggage to check so we sat in the bar as we waited for my flight to be 
called. Still too early to drink so we had juice and sad farewells 
instead.

"Dale told me to tell you goodbye too," she said. "He wishes you good luck 
with your oil man."

"That's nice of him," I smiled. 

"I told him about your job," she said in a weak voice. 

"You did not!" I asked, shocked. 

"Yeah, I did. You know how it is. I mean it got pretty hot the other night 
after he saw us together and well one thing led to another and I told 
him."

"Oh Shit!" I groaned, "what did he have to say about that?"

"Well," she started, "he wanted to know if he wins the lottery can he hire 
you for next year?"

"Did you kick his ass?"

"No," she whispered to me, "I told him he could hire you for me."

"Marianne you could have me any time for free,"

When the call came to board the plane she walked me to the security gate. 

"Kiss me goodbye," I asked. 

We took each other in our arms and in the milling crowd kissed as lovers. 
I backed away and handed her my overcoat. I wouldn't need it in warm 
Houston. 

"You sure do look cute in that," she repeated again as I walked up the 
ramp to my new life.

The plane ride was about what you would expect. My seatmate kept checking 
my legs out under my short skirt. The stewards were busy but attentive and 
the flight was long. Either the men in the First Class cabin were not as 
obvious about looking me over as the last flight, or I was getting used to 
it. I read a novel and made my way through the sky to Houston trying to 
ignore the face that I was braless, pantiless and headed for a year of 
prostitution. 

 


Jackie's New Job Ch. 03
by Jackiegirl ©

The plane landed n Houston without incident, but still my heart hammered 
as if we were crashing thousands of feet into the ground. When the forward 
hatch opened with a whoosh I was both relieved and even more terrified. 
This was it! I thought that maybe I could stay on the plane and use my 
return ticket right now, never leaving the seat. I knew that I couldn't do 
that and slowly pulled myself together and to my feet. 

I was the last of the First Class off the plane and made my way slowly up 
the ramp to the terminal As I entered the concourse waiting area I heard 
my name called and turn to see David standing there. Evidently in Houston 
money and power buy you security clearance. I guess it does everywhere. I 
swallowed, gulped is more accurate, and made my way to him. 

He looked good, tall, fit and kind of handsome in a rugged way. He had the 
look of a man who had worked hard, without care if he got some dirt on 
him, then did his best to clean up for the show. I already knew he had 
strong rough hands that could touch you as lightly as a feather, and arms 
that could fold you to him with unbreakable strength and not disturb a 
hair. I knew that he would be equally at ease in a bar room brawl, or 
between silk sheets. 

He looked happy, as if greeting a long gone friend, not an employee he had 
met and hired only a week ago. Ok, so I wasn't the normal employee, and 
this wasn't the conventional job, but still he really did look glad to see 
me. 

I felt like a teenage girl, nervous, unsure and blushing. I was surprised 
I wasn't wobbling in my four-inch heels. I made my way to him holding my 
head high and smiling in return. He took my hand when I reached him.

"You certainly look happy," I greeted him.

"I was just congratulating myself on my good taste and judgement," he 
replied, "shall we go?"

I fell into step beside him as he led me through the concourse and out to 
the waiting car area. He held my hand and we walked close enough that my 
flouncing skirt brushed his leg. I could feel the free movement of my 
breasts under the blouse and I was very aware that my nipples were again 
firm at the tips of my breasts. 
"Damn this guy gets to me!" I thought as we stepped along. 

I knew that we were drawing the attention of others. Those approaching 
glanced at us repeatedly, eyeing my legs striding under the short skirt 
and the little circles drawn by my nipples in the blouse. I knew as they 
passed they turned to watch from behind. I could feel the stares and sense 
the pleasure that many of them took from looking at me. I guess I made a 
nice distraction in an otherwise hectic afternoon for them. 

The limousine was waiting at the curb with David's rough-cut aide, Mel, 
standing at the back door ready to open it for us. As we approached Mel 
opened the door wide and smiled a warm greeting at me. 

"Welcome back Ms. Jackie!" he said cheerfully.

I tiptoed up and gave him a reciprocal welcoming peck on his cheek, "Thank 
you Mel."

David held my hand as I slid into the car paying careful attention to my 
skirt. I wasn't trying to keep it down, just the opposite, I wanted to 
insure that it rode high.

The smile on his face told me my mission was accomplished. I slid over the 
leather seats and David slipped in next to me. 

Mel drove expertly, slipping gracefully through traffic with almost no 
upset for the passengers. Soon we were out of the airport and moving along 
smoothly over the freeway toward Houston and my new home. 

"You did really well Jackie," David said as we rode along, "your nails 
look great and I like the color you picked."

"When the girl in the salon asked what color I wanted I just couldn't 
resist," I told him with a grin, "I told her Whore Red."
His laugh was real and deep, and contagious. Still laughing I told him the 
rest. 

"As for the other request I had to get my roommate to help me with that." 

"Marianne, isn't it," he asked surprising me a little with his knowledge 
of my life.

"Yes, she was really great to me, a good friend."

"Well from the little I've seen so far it looks like she did a good job 
for you," he teased.

"Oh she did that alright. Now I need to go back and change my answer to 
one of your interview questions though." I knew I had to tell him about 
Marianne and now was as good a time as any. 

"Oh, what question is that?" he asked.

"The one about having ever been with another woman," I said quietly.

"Oh, so you and Marianne said goodbye?"

With more than a slight trace of sadness in my voice I replied, "It was 
more like I just met her for the first time."

"Don't be sad, Jackie," he said softly, placing a hand on my shoulder, 
"you'll be seeing her again."

"I know."

He continued, "The thing I am most pleased with is that you picked the 
right clothes to wear today."

"Yeah," I scolded him, "your note was a little ambiguous! I figured if I 
was going to have to guess what you wanted I would err on the side of 
caution."
I moved to the rear facing seat in the large car and sat directly across 
from him. I place my knees outside his, knowing it would please him. I 
reached across his lap and took his hand in mine. 

"David I have only known you a few hours really. I can't read you yet, 
tell what you want or need. A month from now you will only need a word or 
two for me to understand you, and in six months I will be able to predict 
what you want, how you want it and be there when you need me. In the 
meantime please bear with me if I seem a little dense, ok?"

"So far you have done wonderfully, but yeah, I understand. That brings up 
another thing we need to talk about," he went on. "The way I see it there 
are two ways we can go about this. I can let you ease into things and take 
your time adapting over a few weeks. Let you get used to your new job and 
duties a little at a time." 

I cut him off, "David, that won't work, That would be like tiptoeing into 
cold water. There is only one way to get wet, jump in head first!"

He smiled, "That was the other option."

He went on, "Seeing as how you mentioned head and first. I have been 
thinking since we went to dinner last week what it would feel like to have 
your mouth on me." 

"Jump in girl, the waters fine!" I mumbled and slipped to my knees between 
the seats. Slowly I undid his belt, then snap, then zipper. I pulled the 
slacks down to find no underwear, just a very hard David that honestly I 
had been wondering about too. 

"You told me you had a big sex drive," I said looking up at him, "you damn 
sure weren't kidding were you?"

"Close the divider please Mel," he said.

"David you don't have to do that for my sake," I told him.

He looked at me for a couple of seconds, then said, "It's more for our 
safety then your privacy Jackie. I want Mel watching the road, not us."

"Oh, good idea," I replied and lowered my head to him as the dividing 
window rose separating us from Mel.

I took as much of him as I could in one long slow glide over his warm 
flesh. I hadn't been teasing, he was big, larger than any of the 
boyfriends I had in the past. My best guess at that time was over seven 
inches and later proved to be seven and a half. 

Again I looked at him. "You can tell me when to stop, or not," I said, 
giving him permission. 

I placed my hands on his bare thighs and felt the hairy strength of them 
under my touch. He threaded his finger into my hair and very gently 
described the rhythm that he liked. I slipped up and down him in steady 
motion and soon his hands just lightly followed my bobbing head. 

I heard the whine of an electric motor and felt my hair lift and flutter 
in the wind. He had opened the side window. The comforting presence of 
privacy glass was now tucked down into the door. The wind rushed in and I 
knew it carried the gaze of passing spectators with it. 

I was well down in the car and no one could see who I was, just what I was 
doing. I hesitated as the realization overcame me, but just briefly. 
David's hands offered a gentle nudge and I resumed my steady pace on him. 

I really wanted to just go wild on his hard dick. Remember it had been a 
year since I had sex with a man, and this was one hell of a man. He was as 
hard as life and as warm as love under my mouth. I wanted to gobble him up 
and devour him whole. This was for him though, not me, and I held myself 
in check. 

I felt the car slow and take an exit from the freeway. It slowed some more 
and then stopped at what I assumed was a traffic light. The open window 
hadn't been forgotten, just put to the back of my mind. Now it raced into 
my thoughts screaming at me. Moving down the freeway at high speed was one 
thing, now stopped at an intersection there could be a car pulled up next 
to us, or even a pedestrian on the sidewalk watching my handiwork. 

David didn't say or do anything to indicate that I should stop. I know he 
could feel my gulps around his dick and maybe he liked them. I was 
beginning to shake now, from fear and from my own pent up desires. The 
public exposure was part of it I am sure, but that scared me more than 
excited me I thought. 

As we pulled away from the light David's hips began to rise and fall from 
the seat. He soon matched the tempo of my bobbing head with a rhythm of 
his own. I felt his thighs tighten under my hands and his hips rise, not 
falling again. Then he flooded me. I kept just the tip of him in my mouth 
and let him fill me. I swallowed, he refilled my oral depository and I 
swallowed again. The warm and sharp taste of him almost made me choke, but 
I held on and managed to finish without losing any of his seed to the 
expensive upholstery. 

I rose from my place on the carpet and took my seat again facing him. He 
was leaning his head back on the seat top and had a look of satisfaction 
on his relaxed face. "He should have," I thought. 

"Why don't you fix us a drink," he said sounding a little breathless. "The 
bar is in the back of the front seat on the other side. You could probably 
use one and I know I could."

I really could use the drink, or mouth wash, whatever he had. I fixed a 
couple of straight bourbons and handed him his. 

He looked around and said, "We'll be home in a few minutes."

We passed a sign that said River Oaks and turned into a secluded and high 
priced neighborhood.

"I used to live in Tanglewood, but that got to be a real hassle with 
George and Martha Bush living just down the street. The Secret Service was 
all over the place. When GW came to visit the place turned into a zoo."

"Don't get me wrong," he continued, "I like George, but it is a real pain 
in the ass being friends with someone whose life is always under a 
microscope."

"You know the President?" I asked incredulous.

"Yeah, in fact we are having diner there next month."

"Where, at the house in Tanglewood?" I asked hoping I was right and the 
other house was not the destination. 

"No, at the White House," he said simply. "Don't worry, you will be the 
best dressed lady there. I wouldn't want to do anything to embarrass the 
President"

He was telling this to a girl he just had give him a blowjob with the 
windows down. 

We were pulling through a gated entry in a high stone fence and up a short 
circular driveway. We stopped at the front entry and Mel quickly came 
around the car to let us out. David held my hand as I made my exit and 
once again I was rewarded with a great smile for my effort at the lack of 
modesty. 

As we climbed the short entry stairway David was telling me, "I am sort of 
making the rules up as we go along here. There are quite a few things that 
I already know, some I have told you. The rest I will let you know about 
as we need them. I don't want to overwhelm you or scare you off."

That sounded ominous. Just inside the foyer the house opened up into a 
great open living room. There were massive windows on the opposite wall 
overlooking the landscaped yard. The house led off to either side in 
windowed hallways that opened onto other rooms. The staircase was an open 
curve of carved wood and marble steps. It was a fabulous house by any 
standards. 

"The first rule of the house Jackie," David began, "is that whenever you 
enter it you take off your outer clothing. The only exception to this is 
if I specifically tell you not to. Most times you will be wearing little 
or nothing under them. I told you I like to look at beautiful women and 
this is part of it."

Mel had gone upstairs ahead of us with my travel bag and I assumed he was 
taking it to my new room. We were alone in the foyer.

"You mean all the time," I asked.

"Yes, here and at my other houses too," David replied calmly.

I shrugged off my blouse and stepped out of my skirt. "What about shoes 
and stockings?" I asked him. 

"I like a girl in heels," he smiled, so those can stay on. Actually I 
prefer that they do, and that you wear heels whenever I am around."

I gave a start when I heard a voice from behind me. "Good afternoon, Mr. 
David."

I turned to see a woman about twenty years my senior standing there in a 
housekeepers dress. 

"I'll take those for you Ma'am," the Southern accent volunteered. "You 
must be Ms. Jackie."

Feeling more naked than ever before in my life I handed the prim woman my 
two articles of clothing. 

"This is Mrs. Costner," David began, "she has been my housekeeper for 
years."

He continued the introduction, "Mrs. Costner, this is Jackie. Jackie, Mrs. 
Costner will see to most of your daily needs, meals, laundry, that sort of 
thing."

I stood there unable at first to speak, finally I managed a "Pleased to 
meet you."

"Come on I will show you your new room," David said starting toward the 
stairs. 

My room was magnificent. It would have qualified as the master room in 
most homes. The center of one wall was taken up by a huge, canopied four 
poster bed. The rest of the furnishings were obviously first quality and 
expensive. The adjoining bath was just as nice. The tub was big enough for 
two, the shower even lager and it had multiple shower heads, four of them 
to cover every inch of you at once. The vanity was a long granite top with 
good mirrors and lighting. 

"This is your room Jackie. No one will come in here but me, and I won't 
enter it unless you invite me. This is your place, your sanctuary."

David walked to the dresser and opened one of the nine draws. This one was 
filled with stockings, all colors, all kinds. The next draw held knickers. 
There was twenty or maybe thirty pair in there of all designs, none with 
modesty as the first requirement. The next was bras. They all shared a 
common quality, they were ultra sheer, or only half cup. Everything was 
eye candy for a horny man.

In the armoire he showed me negligées and lingerie like teddies and 
bustiers, garter belts and body stockings. Last he led me to he walk in 
closet. It was bigger than most apartments. There hung an assortment of 
blouses and skirts, tank tops and dresses. One wall section was a shoe 
rack and it was partly filled with high heels of various types. Slippers, 
sandal and pumps in assorted colors lined up waiting for me. 

"When did you have time to do all this shopping?" I asked him amazed.

"I didn't, Mrs. Costner did."

That embarrassed me even more than standing nude in front of her. She not 
only knew the nature of my job, but the tools of my new trade. 

"Let me give you a tour of the house," David said.

On the way back down the stairs we came across Mel. With a sly grin he 
said, "Did I tell you how nice it is to see you again?"

What else could I do under the circumstances, I laughed. "Yeah, thanks 
Mel. It looks like you will be seeing a lot of me around here!"

David led me around the house showing off the great kitchen, the game 
room, his bedroom and study, the library and the guest rooms. We ended up 
at the patio doors off the main living area and from there he took me 
outside to see the wonderfully crafted back yard complete with pool and 
out door kitchen. 

He sat at one of the wrought iron patio tables and I joined him. Mrs. 
Costner came with drinks. 

"She can almost read my mind," he told me. "She claims to be related to 
Kevin, but I don't believe her."

"Anything else Mr. David?" she asked giving him a sour look.

"No, thank you Mrs. Costner, you can go if you like."

Turning to me he added, "She is the only one who calls me Mr. David. 
Everyone else uses David or Mr. Scott. She won't call me David and I won't 
let her call me Mr. Scott so we compromise. She's a tough bird."

The afternoon December air in Houston was in the 70's and very comfortable 
after the frigid New York weather. Sitting naked in the cushioned chair 
was relaxing. I couldn't remember the last time I had been outdoors nude. 
Probably when I was talked into skinny dipping in high school. 

"In all the excitement you might have forgotten that this is Christmas 
Eve," David said.

I hadn't, but I had put it aside for now thinking that things would take 
care of themselves. 

"I've got you a special Christmas ensemble to set the mood and celebrate 
the Holiday. Tonight we will go out to eat and then come home to wait for 
Santa. Why don't you take a little nap and I will wake you in a couple of 
hours."

I left David sitting there and made my way toward my new room. Through an 
open doorway I spotted Mel and Mrs. Costner leaning against the countertop 
in the kitchen. I knew I would have to face them without David sooner or 
later so I turned in there. 

"Mrs. Costner," I said on entering the room, "Could I have a small glass 
of water please/"

"Of course you can Sweetie," she said cheerfully. I had expected anything 
but that. 

She handed me the glass and smiled. "Me. Jackie you are by far the 
prettiest woman that Mr. David has ever brought to this house. I bet that 
you are a real lady too. I don't know how or why you got involved in his 
silly game Sweetie, but don't let him frighten you. He is really a good 
man. He has just been hurt in the past. The last two Mrs.'. Scott have 
been, if you'll pardon the expression, real bitches." 

I felt such a relief knowing that I wasn't going to have an adversary in 
her. 

"As long as you treat him right Mel and I will do all we can to help you. 
Of course Mel, being the MAN that he is, thinks Mr. David's new game is 
great. I'm not so sure."

Mel just smiled without denial. I was I a stranger in a strange city, 
naked and involved in something I didn't fully comprehend, but I had found 
two friends. Life was good. I expressed my thanks and went up to my room.

The phone next to my bed rang. I looked at the clock and noticed I had 
been sleeping four hours. 

"Hi Jackie," I was David's voice, "when you've had a few minutes to wake 
up would you join us in the living room?"

Instinctively the words came from my mouth, "Naked?' Then I thought a 
second and continued ,"never mind, that was a silly question. I'll be down 
in a few."

I brushed my teeth, washed my face and took care of the other necessities 
then entered the closet and found a pair of heels I liked. I slipped then, 
crossed the room and going through the door walked back into my new life. 

Walking down the open staircase I had no idea who or how many people were 
in the room below me. I felt a rush of excitement and fear as I stepped 
lower and lower. 

"There she is," I heard David say, "come on in Jackie, Mel will get you 
something to drink. Juice or tea ok with you?"

Mel rose and crossed to the kitchen as I moved to David and bent over to 
kiss him on the cheek. 

"I thought you might have company," I said with relief. 

"Just Mel and me right now," he said, "Do you think I'd let you walk into 
a room full of people in your birthday suit?"

I looked at him grinning like a kid at a birthday suit party, "Of course I 
do." I told him.

I loved his laugh, he was free with it and when it came out it was always 
real. 

"You're probably right!" he laughed. 



Mel came back with my juice and handed it to me saying, "I can't get over 
how pretty you are. I hope I don't embarrass you by looking all the time."

"Mel I'd be a fool to expect anything else. I would think you were gay or 
I was ugly if you didn't look." Turning to David I asked, "So what are we 
up to tonight?"

"I told you I had something special for you to wear. Mel would you go get 
the package from my room please?" 

I liked the way he always said please and thank you, his consideration 
even for employees.

We waited, not needing to say anything, for Mel to return. He handed David 
the package and he in turn passed it to me. I opened it and stared at it a 
little confused. 

"You're going to be Santa's helper tonight. Go ahead put it on for me."

There were four pieces of clothing in the box. I took out the small red 
knickers first. They were almost a thong of red lace and nylon. The front 
panel was sheer. I slipped them up my legs and arranged them in place. 

I don't know what it is about dressing in front of men; it makes me feel 
even more naked and exposed than being without clothes. The red knickers 
accented my body. Naked is natural, being dressed in lingerie is 
seductive.

Next I traded my shoes for the tall heeled black ones in the box. They had 
rounded toes, an open instep and a full heel cover. There was a strap to 
hold them in place. Then came a small red skirt. I do mean small too. The 
waist of it hung on my hips and was accented by a black belt. The skirt 
fell about 12 inches from there to end with a white fur trimmed hem. The 
blouse was make like a tank top that slipped over my head and had a low 
scoop neckline. The bottom of it hung over my breast and left a lot of 
exposed midriff. The edge of the blouse fell only to the bottom of the 
curve of my breasts and then was trimmed with more white fur. The low neck 
and short tail left no room for error. If I reached up or bent over I 
would be on display. 

The box was empty. I moved around the room letting them get a good look at 
my ridiculous costume and they raved about it. I sat down in the 
overstuffed chair across from them and as I suspected there was no way to 
conceal my red lace knickers. I leaned forward so they could check out the 
top and their smiles told me it did indeed reveal my titties. 

David leaned over and picked another box from the floor. When he opened it 
he removed a large red Santa Hat. 

"No way!" I cried, "you don't pay me enough the wear that thing!"

"It's for me silly girl, and I kind of like it," David said. "What's wrong 
with it anyway?"

David and Mel escorted me to the garage where we loaded up in his Lexus 
and Mel climbed into a pick up truck and followed us from the house. 

Thirty minutes later we pulled into the front entrance of the Veterans 
Hospital. Several orderlies's appeared and took packages from the truck 
and the trunk of David's car then David led us all into the facility. 

I spent the next two hours literally being Santa's Helper to David's Santa 
as we passed out gifts to patients in the hospital. I understood David's 
plan immediately, I was to be part of the Christmas gift providing a 
little cheer with each wrapped present. Unlike the wrapping on the 
inanimate gifts mine was designed to allow a little peek inside.

By the time we finished the first ward I understood David's plan. Each 
gift I presented with a little kiss on the cheek and each one earned a 
great smile, a light touch on my bare skin or a proposal for marriage. Of 
course they also got a free peek down my shirt and a view of my bare 
breasts while whoever was bedded behind us got to look at my little red 
knickers. The whoops and hollers were ongoing and not at all vulgar but 
very appreciative. 

I soon stopped being concerned about any sexual aspect of it, and even put 
modesty aside (like I had any at this point) to bring these guys a Merry 
Christmas. David and Mel passed out over 150 gifts and each one included a 
peck on the cheek and a glimpse inside my gift-wrap. When we finished Mel 
went on home and David took me to a nightclub. 

The place was packed and my Santa suit drew lots of looks and even some 
comments. I ignored them all. We had a few drinks and I questioned David 
about what he had done. He wouldn't say anything about it at all, a great 
mystery. 

We danced and I could feel the eyes on me as we did, but felt safe in 
David's arms. He was a very light drinker, even taking ginger ale over 
booze a couple of times. I was grateful that I wouldn't have to ride home 
with a drunk. Things were going great, I was feeling good and enjoying 
myself tremendously, even getting used to the silly costume I wore and the 
fact that I couldn't sit without showing my knickers to the place. 

"Does it bother you?" he asked me smiling a little. One of these days I 
will learn about that smile. 

"Well,' I began, "it does make me a little uncomfortable."

"Then take them off," he told me. 

"Excuse me?" I asked surprised and flustered.

"I want you to take them off for me," he said quietly and calmly.

He wasn't smiling this time and my heart skipped several beats. He was 
serious. 

My first reaction was to refuse. There were a couple of hundred people in 
the place and all of them would be able to see me. I thought about my 
agreement to David's terms and how he had told me this would be part of 
it. I thought about how I had flashed that guy last week at his request. I 
thought about the thousand dollars I would forfeit if I refused. 

David had hired me as his playmate, read private whore, and I was here for 
the money, right?

I stood up from the table.

"Where you going Jackie?" he asked as his hand moved to hold mine. 

"To the ladies to do as you asked." I replied in a low voice.

"No," he said, "do it here, at the table."

I flopped back into my seat. If I did as he asked how many would actually 
see me pulling them down, see me baring myself. Oh God and I was shaved, 
what would they think. I did not move, I sat frozen in place. 

David's hand touched my shoulder and woke me from my fear induced trance. 
I raised my butt from the seat and reached under the short skirt and 
gripped the sides of my knickers and slipped them off. I stepped out of 
them and handed the red lace to him. I didn't look around, didn't dare 
even glance up at the room. 

"These are wet," David said with some surprise in his voice.

"Yeah," I replied embarrassed, "I told you it made me uncomfortable to be 
seen in them."

"Uncomfortable? Don't you mean horny?" he teased me.

"No, I mean uncomfortable, it makes me uncomfortable to know that strange 
people looking at my knickers makes me hot. Now they will be looking at my 
bare pussy, what will that do to me?" I retorted. 

"We will know in a few minutes,: he said 

The heat and flush rose in me as I sat there in my tiny Santa skirt and 
bare bottom. I could feel my nipples standing against the thin fabric of 
the blouse. I could also feel the moisture building between my legs as I 
sat with them crossed hiding as much as I could.

David ordered another round for us and he steered the conversation to my 
family. He had picked the least sexy topic I could think of. Maybe he was 
trying to take my mind off my situation. I didn't work. All I could think 
of was the room full of people looking at me. 

He took my hand and led me to the small dance floor. In his arms I felt 
less threatened. Less vulnerable, but still on display. 

"What you thinking about," he asked as we glide smoothly over the floor. 

"What do you think I'm thinking about," I snapped at him. "I'm thinking 
about being your whore."

"You're a natural," he said into my ear.

I pushed him back and through clenched teeth whispered, "Damn you!" and 
walked off the floor.

I returned to our table almost in tears. I was angry, at him and at 
myself. He followed behind, a look of little boy discomfort on his face. 
It was plain he didn't know what was wrong. Stupid men!

I reached cross the table and took his hand. "David, watch me."

I uncrossed my legs and placed both feet flat on the floor. I parted them 
slightly, then a bit more.

I kept my eyes on David, but in my head a stereo-optic vision of the room 
played. I could see the eyes move from conversational partners to my 
exposed body. I could see the bodies of watchers tense as if they were 
trying not to scare a deer into flight. I could see the nudges and nods as 
attention was directed to me. 
"David," I said in a horse whisper, "I want you to take me outside now an 
fuck me."

I stood up and waited for him to join me. He reached for the knickers he 
had dropped on the table in a teenage show off move. 

"Leave them," I told him, "let the waiter have them."

We walked rapidly out of the club and across to the car. David came to 
open my door and I just leaned back against it. He stood in front of me 
and I reached for his belt. 

"Here, now," I groaned to him. 

I freed him from his slacks and dropped them to just below his ass. I 
parted my legs as far as I could and still stand. 

"Guide it in me!" I ordered as I took his belt, one end in each hand and 
used it to pull him into me. When his hard dick was at my opening I jerked 
the belt and forced him deep in a single motion. My legs left the ground 
and circled him as I rode his cock as if it were the center of my life. 

He fucked me hard, pushing me back against the car door and plunging deep 
into me. I wanted more. I humped him, I jerked up and down as much as the 
physics of the position would allow and took him into me again and again. 

Were others watching? Neither one of us could tell you, we were all of the 
universe at that moment and the only thought, feeling or consciousness was 
at the joining of our pelvis's.

I came. I came in a crying rush that took me away from reality and spun my 
head in circles of pleasure and need. Then I felt him cum too. He jerked, 
he lunged and he shuttered as he filled me with rivers of heat. We 
shuttered together as we came down from Valhalla to join mortals again. 

"You ok?" he asked as he set me back on the ground.

"Yeah, you could say I'm ok," I laughed as I stood on shaky legs. 

He opened the car door for me and I slipped into the seat. When he joined 
me I took his hand and looked into his face. In a serious tone I told him, 
"David?'

"Yes?'

"You are going to have to get the car cleaned, I'm leaking all over the 
seat!"

"I may leave it as a sentimental reminder of our first time together," he 
kidded me. 

I smacked him but was thinking, "This is only our first time to make love, 
to fuck. Where in the world is this going to take me next?"

The ride home was quiet, each of us lost in our thoughts and pleasures.