Nikki's Teen Intern Training [Chapters 1 - 4]

First multi-chaptered story of mine. This will be the first four chapters with 7 or 8 in all. Starts off slow, but picks up. Chapter 1 - Intern Orientation After years of arduous work and climbing menial rank after rank, I had finally been promoted to a very respectable position of management in my firm where I could reap the benefits of a heavier pay and a lighter workload. It had been too long, years upon years of 50-hour work weeks of taking on the most laborious aspects of the office, for me to fully enjoy what I had accomplished. As you can imagine, my long road of grinding hard work had shaped me into who I was as a diligent worker, and I looked for the same in those who worked with me. Unfortunately, I made plenty of sacrifices along the way, which I'm embarrassed to say, leading to a very mundane [and prude] lifestyle. Every four months was a particular nuisance at the office for myself. As my company grew, so did its prestige. As a result it became a hot bed for interns, typically entitled rich k**s with lofty connections getting the opportunity to work for our firm under my tutelage. I was personally handed three to four young and inexperienced interns, either fresh from high school or in the beginning of their college careers, to oversee in the office for a few months of training. Despite them taking over much of my work load, I tended to despise these young individuals. My no-nonsense history of hard work just to be in the position I am today was in direct contrast to these new bl**d workers, most of whom were coasting to the opportunities I would have killed for at their young ages. "Bitchterns" are what we called them; sniveling little hedonistic k**s who were not shy about displaying their pompous attitudes and reluctance to take any initiative in the office. My superiors were aware of the personalities of these interns, but simply overlooked it as I was the one left in large of these young individuals. What they called granting full management for myself was more like washing their hands from dealing with these less than admirable interns. After the tenures of four obnoxious and lazy male interns had ended, I barely had any time to myself before I was scheduled to manage three new ones. I dreaded this day. My phone buzzed, and I was informed by the secretary at the front desk that the new interns had just arrived. Two of them were "only" 20 minutes late to begin their internship. Great start. I gave the OK, and they were sent to my office. Three young women entered and stood before my desk in line from left to right. On the far right was Deborah, a 19 year old sophomore at a prestigious university who was taking the semester off. Rumor had it that her successful father had pulled a lot of strings to land her this job. She stood before me with a careless look in one eye, her blonde hair flowing down and covering half of the other. She was casual in her stance, slouched toward her left and chewing gum audibly in my office. How very impolite of her. My eyes shifted to the middle girl named, Valerie. She was another 20 year old who had bounced from college to college, earning more class withdrawals than actual credits. Her blonde hair was even less organized than Deborah's with a dysfunctional wardrobe to match. Her shirt remain half buttoned with a skirt probably too high for an appropriate office look. Her heavy makeup was caked on as if she was ready to party the instant her work day had ended here. In one hand, she clenched her cell phone looking eager to text rather than listen to the directions I was about to give. I was already less than impressed with these two females. My only consolation was that they would at least be attractive to look at while they made a royal mess of our firm. My eyes reluctantly moved to the final intern named Nicole. To my surprise, this girl was different. Her eyes met mine with full attention. She was stiff in her posture with feet and knees together, shoulders squared and her arms wrapped tightly around a notebook and cluster of manilla folders. Her face showed a quiet anxiety behind a pair of over-sized eyeglasses, something you'd expect from someone new to the job and eager to do well. Her slick dark hair was pulled back tightly into a symmetrical bun at the back of head. Even though the only display of her fair skin was that of her face and hands, I couldn't help but to notice how unintentionally attractive she was behind that slight nerdy facade of hers. As she sensed me studying her appearance, her eyes looked downward to escape the scrutiny from her new manager. My eyes followed, noticing her tight dark grey turtle neck with two large mounds on her chest squeezed in as if to hide their true size. Her black pants silhouetted the curves from her hips to her ankles, capped off by thick clunky black shoes. In order to distract myself from gazing, I browsed through her resume in my hand. Fresh out of high school, she lacked any worthy references or work history, but boasted an impressive school record. She seemed to have worked her way here, and earned this internship on her own. I incited a brief intro about the company to the young girls, gave them a short to-do list for today and sent them off. I returned to my desk and my tasks for the rest of the day. However, I couldn't pry my thoughts from our newest interns, with one in particular. Chapter 2 - The power of suggestion A few weeks had gone by, and the interns had long established themselves in the office. Just as I expected, Deborah and Valerie were as useful as the artwork in the office, appealing to look at but as static as a sculpture. The frustration of managing them were, however, alleviated by Nicole. She had all but impressed me, diligent in her work and always taking the initiative to do what was asked of her and more. While she was still shy around me, I did feel some barriers were at least being broken as she became eager to collaborate with me during pertinent tasks of the office. She had even allowed me to call her Nikki by now. I still found myself curiously intrigued by her, but quickly suppressed any escalating thoughts as I tried to stay true to my no-nonsense approach in the office. Unlike her two peer interns, Nikki still hadn't shown more skin than that of her neck and forearms to the office, always coming in a professional and reserved outfit with the same ugly black shoes every day. I still hadn't even seen her without her glasses or her trademark hairbun. With all she had done in the office, I was compelled to offer her a secret raise. "Nicole, can you please come into my office?" I buzzed through our office line. She sheepishly entered, trotting to the edge of my desk. "Yes, sir?" she said in a very soft and nervous voice. She sensed something wrong in this impromptu meeting, so I decided to play a long by giving her a stern look. "Do you know why you are here?" I questioned coldly. "No, sir," she responded, her eyes darting away from mine. She paused for a moment deep in thought. "Does this have to do with the Q-report? I know I was late with it, but I wanted to triple check that it was accurate..." she stammered. There was an urgency in her voice. "No, it isn't the report," I replied. "Sir, I'm sorry then, but whatever...." she pleads. I interrupted her as I felt the joke had gone too far. She was on the brink of hyperventilating when I began to smile in order to calm things down. From there I resorted to casual banter. "It's ok. You're not in trouble. May I ask you how has this internship gone thus far?" I inquired. "I love it, sir. I've been trying my hardest," she professed with a bit of nervousness still in her voice. "Personally, it's been a pleasure working with you, Nicole," I said while smiling at her to reassure her. She relaxes a bit more. "Oh, I love working with you too, sir. This opportunity means so much to me. Anything you ask me to do, I'll do it no questions asked. Absolutely anything." Despite her tiny voice, those last words resonated loudly with me. I felt my throat swell. "Well I just wanted to offer you something to show my gratitude," I said. I slipped her an envelope with a larger cash bonus than I had normally intended to give. "Please get yourself something nice. Maybe some nicer shoes? A more comfortable outfit? It's getting warmer out so maybe you can dress down a little here in the office." I realized my subconscious was feeding her suggestions. She f***ed a faint giggle out. She offered one last thank you and scuttled out of the office. What possessed me to offer this act of generosity in the first place? How much of it was me admiring her work around the office, or was it some of my internal desires trying to surface? Did I really want to be this hard screw at work forever? Chapter 3 - Office Research The following Monday rolled around, and I glued myself in front of the coffee maker preparing for another long week of work. We were scheduled for another long meeting in the conference room, and I decided to come early for some quiet alone time in the office. I was startled to hear my name called as I wrestled with the new coffee filters. "Good Morning, Sir!" the voice buoyantly shouts. I turned around, and saw Nicole in front of me. She looked unusually taller for some reason. I looked down to see her wearing a brand new pair of heels and a new skirt. Despite her skirt extending below her knees, it hugged her hips where it still flashed her form. Her legs looked remarkably toned from flexing while she tiptoed in her new heels. "I see you took my advice, and got new shoes. You look hot..... Uh I mean they look hot... I mean, they look very nice... You look very nice." She giggled at me stumbling in my compliments. She flashed an embarrassed smile, still looking flattered nonetheless before twirling around and trotting off. The company meeting rolled around, and we gathered in the main conference room. These meetings were typically so long and boring that we had resorted to videotaping them in order to avoid the hassle of note taking for an entire session. By the middle of the meeting, I was slouched in my chair rolling a pencil to and fro, not even listening to any of my superiors talk. I stared around the room until my eyes met the three interns. Deborah was leaning her head on her hand, obviously attempting to keep from falling asl**p. Valerie was looking down at her hands, texting no doubt. Nicole was upright and prompt, eyes focusing in on the current speaker. It was then that the pencil rolled from the table to the floor. I could not tell you if it was an accident or not, but I took the opportunity to pursue it under the table. While under the long conference table, I examined the three pairs of legs across from me. All were absolutely marvelous in form, but I was keen on one pair in particular. I continued to roll the pencil around the floor in order to prolong my alibi. It was then that the pair of legs I had been covertly spying on unfolded enough for me to peak through. Nicole was sporting some cute baby blue underwear decorated with frills around its borders. They were tasteful, but still tempting. I began to squint in order to get a better look. Upon closer examination, I was able to make out the form of her cameltoe, her sculpted vulva emerging from the tight fit of her panties. There were some slight wrinkles on the mound of underwear, suggesting that she had some pubic hair that remained unshaven. Her skin of her thighs was just as smooth and fair as that on her face if not paler. The legs then folded over each other again, reminding me that I had been down long enough. I resurfaced to lounge in my seat, doing the quick and casual look-around to see if anyone had noticed. All eyes around me were fortunately either closed in midpresentation slumber or focused on the speaker. I then looked across to see a single pair of eyes looking back at me. Nicole had me deep in her sights with a firm stare, confirming that she indeed knew what I was just doing. Feeling guilt, I began to awkwardly fidget in my seat. However, Nicole's condemning stare transformed as she blushed and smirked while turning to face the presentation. For the rest of the meeting, I could see that Nicole's mind was elsewhere as she held what seemed like a silent smile while pretending to listen to the presentation. Meanwhile, my thoughts raced as I began to speculate as to what she was thinking. I needed to know what she was thinking somehow. The marathon of a meeting finally ended, and I remained seated as everyone departed to collect myself and let my half erection fully subside. I finally left the conference room, and saw Nicole bent over the water cooler filling her paper cup. Her posture excited me again as her ass perked up while hunched over the water cooler. I moved in closer, and decided this was where I could test her. I breezed past her, brushing my hand along the mounds of her buttocks. She jumped up startled as I continued to stroll through nonchalantly as if I was oblivious of the contact. With an innocent reaction like that, I knew there was no way she was going to fulfill the fantasies that were now running through my head. I vegetated in the office for the remainder of the day, feeling the emptiness of unrequited desires. My fantasies of Nicole would remain just that; simple and meaningless fantasies. Chapter 4 - Overtime Blow That same evening, I remained in the office longer than usual to finish the work I had pushed back from the meeting. By the time I left my office, the rest of the firm had departed for the night. Eager to get home, I flew down the staircase of the building's sublevel parking lot to the level where I had left my car. I flung the door to the level with the f***e of pent up tension, accidentally striking something on the other side of it. I heard a frightened whimper of the individual I had struck, and rushed to her aid. I was surprised to see it was Nicole who was loitering by the exit. Luckily, she looked more startled than injured as I rushed to her to double check. "I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" "Yes yes," she answered sharply to brush off my concerns. I continued to repent for striking her with the door, interjecting questions with apologies. "I didn't know anyone was left from the office. I'm sorry again. Do you have a ride? I'm sorry. Is there any problem with your car?" "No, no, it's okay. I promise!" she said while flashing a small smile. "I guess I was just... waiting. That's all." "Waiting for what?" I questioned. Her big smile downgraded to a slight awkward smirk. She looked down again while succumbing to her timidity, allowing her large framed eyeglasses to slip down the bridge of her nose. Her pale skin reddened as she struggled to keep herself from blushing. "Oh, just waiting I guess." She didn't sound convincing. Attempting to change the subject, she began to talk about a rather banal day at the office. She nervously labored through each sentence, informing me of her completed tasks and the remaining assignments that had yet to be completed by the other two interns. "Pffft. Deborah and Valerie..." I muttered with exasperation. "If only there were anything like you, Nikki." "Oh, they're not so bad. They talk about you a lot," she confessed. "Valerie and Deborah... They like you. They always talk about the things they'd do for you." She began to blush even more, seemingly embarrassed of the things she had heard from the other interns. "Things like what?" I inquired. Her shy innocence f***ed her to withdraw even further. Attempting to escape my inquisitive stare, she looked down again only to be distracted by something. I traced her eyes. and looked down myself. It is at that point that I realized I had the largest hard-on almost bursting from my beige work pants. I soon felt embarrassed as well. "As you can see, I like you a whole lot more than those two," I joked, trying to turn the awkward spectacle around. "So what things do they talk about me?" By then her face was bright red, caught in the moment between staring at my throbbing erection and answering my repeated questions. "They talk about.... stuff... like what they'd do to you... You know... Like intimate stuff," she mumbled. Her attention never moved up. I couldn't tell whether her eyes were closed or if she was still staring at my crotch. "Well, that's flattering, but to be honest, I find you so much prettier than Deborah or Valerie." My compliment went unrecognized as Nicole stood before me tight in her stance. I finally made my move, and leaned over to kiss her forehead before attempting to bolt from this awkward exchange toward my car. Before my lips could land, her head finally peeled back, her lips meeting mine for an unexpected kiss. As our lips continued to push against each other, I moved in to embrace her only to have my rigid boner poke her in the stomach. Our lips finally disengaged as she giggled from the awkward prick to her abdomen. She began to stare down again, fascinated with the bulging rigid member bursting from my trousers. "You know those things Valerie and Deborah were talking about? Would you do the same?" Did I just ask that? I couldn't help but to ask. Going against years of professional ethics, my internal desires were beginning to speak for me. She finally looked up, her eyes staring into mine. She didn't say a word, but her expression said it all. Excited from what was unfolding I grasped her hand, and tugged her in the direction of my car. In a half sprint with her trailing closely behind me, we finally reached my car at the last spot of the empty parking lot. I struggled to find my keys, patting every pocket of mine and digging into the inner lining of my coat to find them. "Shit, I must have forgotten them in my office!" I turned as if to run back, except Nicole was staring at me intently, almost as if she is just as eager as I am. I wanted her now. I needed her now. By now, the parking lot was empty as most workers had left the building for the rest of the day. It was dim from shoddy lighting being sparsely dispersed in the dark concrete setting. It wreaked of must and gasoline, but it seemed like it should suffice in providing a discreet encounter. I cupped both of Nikki's hands with my own, backpedaling slowly to the corner of the lot where my car could act as a minor barrier. When my back finally pressed against the wall, I leaned back and pulled her close for one more long kiss. As our faces dislodged, I ran my hands up her arms and around her shoulders, gently pushing her downward until her face mirrored my protruding erection. She lowered into a crouching position, situating herself until she was comfortable enough to prop herself up without putting her knees on the cold, coarse pavement. She looked back up at me from below, quite naive as to what would happen next. I unbuttoned and unzipped my trousers, dragging my underwear down just enough to reveal myself. My cock flew out like a spring loaded lever, fully hard with each vein painfully twitching from impending stimulation. She remained still for a moment, looking almost cross-eyed at the tip of my head no less than inch from her face. I couldn't tell if it's from nerves or fascination. "Have you ever done this before?" I asked. "Ummm yes... With an old boyfriend.... A few..." She paused, seemingly embarrassed of her story. That was all I needed to know in order for me to pursue a good sucking from my innocent intern. I ran my hand to the back of her head, cupping her tight hairbun like a doorknob. I continued to pull her head closer toward my crotch. However, rather than inserting it into her mouth, her head twisted as I pulled it toward me, veering to the side. She stuck her tongue out instead, gliding it along the left side of my shaft. She pulled her head back again still dragging her warm soft tongue against my flesh, only to twist it as she reached the head of my penis before moving in on the right side of my cock. She continued to move her head back and forth around my flesh with her tongue out, using her left hand on the base of my shaft to move it around her mouth. Her tongue remained firm in place, gliding and leaving a thin layer of saliva that shimmered in what little artificial lighting there was to be seen in the sublevel parking lot. It was rather modest pleasuring. "Try flicking your tongue," I requested. She began to use her left hand to prop me up as she rested my cock's head on the top of her tongue, delicately swirling it around and tickling the underside of my shaft as I had suggested. I felt my rod pulsing even more, aroused from the velvety feel of her soft tongue but wanting more than her passive sampling of my dick. As her tongue continued to tortuously tease the tip of my cock, I ran both of my hands behind her head, forcibly pulling her in to suck me. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth wide where I could see her teeth as she prepared to take me deep into her mouth for the first time. She took maybe only half of me before I heard her gargle and struggle from her gag reflex. If it wasn't her first blowjob, it had to have been just her second or third. I moved slowly to ease her in. I continued to guide her head to and fro as she acclimated to length of me inside her mouth. "Relax," I told her. She finally complied by closing her mouth, her lips perfectly wrapping around my rod. The pleasure intensified as I felt her mouth envelop tighter around my cock as I pushed and pulled the back of her head. She began to rest both of her hands firmly on each of my thighs as if to serve as a physical restraint from me choking her by pulling her too far in. Back and forth, back and forth. I was still in a state of awe as I witnessed Nicole's head move up and down, my cock disappearing into the depths of her mouth. I continued to forcibly pull her head closer each time, attempting to train her to go deeper and deeper until I could feel the tip of my cock's head graze against the back of her throat. "Look up," I instructed. She finally opened her eyes, both magnified by her thick prescription glasses. She maintained eye contact as I could see her marvel at my expressions of ecstasy. As I felt her get more comfortable with taking me into mouth, I quickened her pace using both of my hands wrapped around the back of her head. Her grip on my thighs loosened, no longer pushing back and away from me as I thrusted into her face. I continued to fall deeper into the moment, not even realizing my audible moans echoing in the empty parking lot. She matched my enthusiasm, emitting a soft hum of pleasure every time my dick slid between her moist lips. "Oh my god. Suck it. Keep sucking. Suck it harder," I pleaded. She conceded as her cheeks tighten around my cock, displaying dimples as they cave back into her mouth. The f***e of her suction strengthened, creating a loud slurping sound every time her lips descended toward the base of my shaft. She struggled to keep the juices in her own mouth as her lips and chin had begun to display the same wet sparkle as the rest of my cock from her own spit. Soon enough, there were tiny drops of saliva that would periodically fall from her chin to the stained concrete of the parking level. Her eyes continued to peer up, staring back at me behind the large black frames of her glasses. I momentarily pushed her head back, removing her mouth from my rod. I struggled to pull my underwear even lower, allowing my sac to hang out. Using my left hand, I gripped the head of my dick and brought it up toward my navel. I didn't have to say a word. The clear path to my scrotum was acknowledged as Nicole stuck out her tongue and began to drag it over every wrinkle of my sac. I could feel the tip of her nose nudge against the underside of my cock as he maneuvered her tongue around my balls. She continued to take the initiative on her own. Her tongue retreated back in her mouth as she began sucking on flesh of my balls, trying to slurp up as much in her mouth as she could. Feeling that my balls had been nicely coated, I reinserted my cock into her mouth for another deep sucking. I felt my body trembling, ready to erupt in her mouth. In one last round before cumming, I threw my head back, arched my back and thrusted my hips into her head even harder and faster. She did not contest as I facefucked her, pounding my dick in her mouth with the speed of a jackhammer. I could see her eyes beginning to water, unable to fully suppress her gag reflex. Yet she continued to give in to my writhing pleasure, her face growing fiery red from choking on my staff. I was ready to cum right in her mouth. At the height of my bliss with my fluids building up, our tryst was interrupted by the sudden crackle from the start of a car engine. Startled from the sound, Nicole bucked her head back, disengaging from my still-pulsing cock. Further frightened by the sound of the car engine revving in the distance, she jumped to her feet and ran off in the opposite direction. I took several strides in an attempt to retrieve her, only to realize my exposed state as my fully engorged shaft swung from side to side with every step. I had no choice but to retreat back behind my car in order to rush and clothe myself. As I struggled in wrapping my underwear and pants over my erect prick before stumbling with my belt and zipper, the automobile we had just heard had driven from around the other end of the lot and approached my corner of the parking. The brand new luxury sedan stopped as it reached the front of my car; its black tinted windows beginning to roll down. "Is everything ok?" the man behind the wheel questioned. It was Mr. Barnes, one of my superiors in the office. I crouched a bit behind the trunk of my car to conceal my half-done belt buckle and the bulge in my pants which had now begun to ache from an unfulfilled climax. Overcome with anxiety, I struggled to respond. "Is everything alright?" he repeated. "Yessir," I finally responded. "Just.. uhh.. checking something with my car." I doubt how believable that statement was. But to my surprise, he nodded off, gave one last salute before driving off. Making sure he was indeed gone, I made my way back toward the office to grab my car keys, searching for Nicole on the way. With no luck in finding her, I drove back home thinking intently on what had just occurred. On one end, I was fulfilling an ultimate desire only to have it cut short before climax. On the other end, I was close to risking my entire career for just an 18 yearold intern. My boss Mr. Barnes was right there for crying out loud. I had to be more careful... Yet, I had to finish what I started...