Jan moved to the big city a few years ago right after graduating from high school. Quickly she realized she should have found a job before moving.
"I'm really sorry; Miss Engels, but I've hired young people fresh from the farm on several occasions and about the time they reached the point where they could start paying back the cost of training, each one suddenly got homesick and went home."
"But I would never do that; I'll sign a contract if necessary."
"Then if you quit, I could sue you. For what, dear, the clothes on your back?"
At a fast food restaurant, she found some part time work. She had no place to stay except the backseat of her old car. The problem with that was finding a safe place to park it.
Jan lived like that for nearly a year, searching for a job all day, working sometimes in the evenings. Finally she realized that she couldn't go on. With frugality born of sheer desperation, she'd tried to set aside enough money for the gas it would take to get home, but she had managed only a few dollars. She'd have to call her mother collect, and ask her to wire enough money to get back. She dreaded making that call. She dreaded going back to everyone laughing at her and her big talk about moving to the city. A mile of crow was waiting for her to eat and every mouth filled with, "I told you so."
At a bus depot, she cleaned herself up as much as possible. She'd never realized what a luxury a bathroom was. So many things she'd taken for granted before she decided to move to the big city. She had one more interview set up last week by an employment agency. The job counselor had been enthusiastic about the mail room training position but Jan had let her hopes soar too many times from the super positive attitude of agents. Their job was to get you hyped up to be sure you showed up.
She would keep that interview just to put off calling her mother one more day.
The address turned out to be a forty story building. The insurance company occupied two floors. The personnel office was on the fourth floor and she entered to find three young girls ahead of her. She was surprised because, in her job hunting experience, mail clerk jobs were usually sought after by young men, as though the title actually read "male clerk". The receptionist gave her some forms to fill out and she busied herself with that. The young ladies were summoned to an office and came out relatively quickly. Much before she expected it, the receptionist called her name.
Inside the very lushly appointed office, a woman of statuesque size and beauty met her at the door and extended her hand with a broad smile, "Good Morning, Ms Engels, I'm Ms Matthews; you're here about the mail clerk position?"
"Yes, I'm very impressed with this company and would very much like to get a starting position in some capacity."
"Well, the mail room is an entry level position but a bright and ambitious girl could quickly work her way up from there."
"That sounds just fine to me, exactly what I've been looking for."
"I think your application is in good order. You've been in the city long enough to show you're determined to stay."
"Yes, I've made up my mind to remain here."
"But you're probably tired of working for peanuts and living in flop houses."
"Well, I've had a difficult time..."
"Maybe you'd like to show me how much you want this job."
"Why, certainly, but how do you mean?"
"For one thing, I like young girls that I hire to sit in my lap during the interview."
Jan was aghast. She'd been so excited to believe that she had a legitimate job opportunity and now she was being asked to do something she thought was completely strange. Realizing why the other interviews had been so brief, she knew she should get up and leave. This was her final opportunity, the only chance of avoiding calling her mother and returning home in defeat. She could no longer afford her self-respect. Jan walked calmly to the woman and sat down in her lap, snuggling her rounded butt deeply into the lush curves of the woman's thighs.
"Oh, that's such a good girl," Ms Matthews talked with her hands all over her, on her hips, her thighs, her ass. "I think you have exactly what it takes to become an important asset to this company. Do you mind undoing a few buttons so I can see if you have nice tits?"
The next day, Jan was embarrassed about what she had done, showing her tits to that lecherous old woman, even letting her rub the front of her panties. Those feelings were eclipsed by her joy in finally finding a job. Ms Matthews had been so casual and relaxed, as though it was perfectly normal to hold her in her lap while they discussed her qualifications and the demands of the job. In the back of her mind, she had an uneasy feeling, as though the interview was a conditioning process for the requirements of working there.
Nonetheless, she donned her other presentable outfit and showed up for work at the appointed time. She was taken to the fifth floor, an entire level divided into little individual cubicles with walls only chest high. Each and every cubicle was occupied by a female, all of them exceptionally young and attractive.
She was led to the mail room and introduced to Lucy, the head worker in that section. She was the only older woman Jan came in contact with. Lucy introduced her to Stella, the other mail room employee and the one that did all the work. Jan went along with Stella for several days. They retrieved a sack of mail, twice daily, at the post office, sorted it and loaded it on carts according to a diagram. Jan discovered that the method facilitated delivery. As the rounds were made; each person's mail was next up on the cart. Stella kept up a barrage of comments about exactly what each person did and how they wanted their mail handled.
Jan made a few mistakes at the beginning and Stella lost patience with her once, the second time she committed the same error. "I'm going to get Ms Matthews," she declared in exasperation after bawling Jan out for five minutes.
Lucy came over to her as she struggled to contain her tears. "There, there, baby, don't be so upset. You're just learning. Everybody makes mistakes. Stella shouldn't bring Ms Matthews into it," the matronly woman said as she hugged Jan close to her ample bosom. Then, as if the thought suddenly occurred to her, the woman inserted her hand into her blouse and lifted out one huge titty. "Do you want to suck? It always makes the other girls feel better when they're in this kind of trouble."
Mortified, but the woman had her thinking it was common practice, Jan was so distraught that she took the woman's large nipple into her mouth and felt a warm contentment as she sucked on it.
"Don't worry, precious, it'll all be over in a little while. Ms Matthews is very strict but she's fair. She knows you can't learn it all immediately." Lucy placed her hand protectively over Jan's cheek and hugged her tightly against her. "You're such a sweet little girl, Mama loves for you to suck on her titty. You can do it any time you feel the need."
In Ms Matthews' office, Jan was worried that her career would be ended before it even began. Stella was there, too, brimming over with malicious anger.
"Oh, my dear, what have you done now?"
"She delivered Ms James mail to Ms Jones. This is the second time she's done it. I don't think she can even read," Stella replied before Jan could speak. "Ms Jones brought it to me and aired me out about stupid mistakes."
"Ms Jones is involved in a separation from her live-in, Ms Higginbottom. She's not in a very good frame of mind."
"Well, I don't think I should bear the brunt of her anger."
"Of course not, you go right on back to work and I will deal with Ms Engels. I'm sure she will be more careful after this."
Something in Ms Matthews' voice filled her with alarm but she felt a sudden surge of hope because, apparently, the woman did not plan to terminate her.
"Do...do you want me to sit in your lap?" Jan asked in an effort to appease the powerful woman after Stella stormed out of her office.
"Yes, dear, you may if you like."
Jan thankfully took her position, careful to wiggle her behind deeply into the woman's thighs, even tucking her tummy in abruptly to jerk her bottom downward into the woman's lush lap. She even pushed sideways several times to increase the contact with Ms Matthews' abdomen.
"With so many people involved in this altercation, I will be forced by company rules to discipline you," Ms Matthews explained as she placed her hand on Jan's hip and pulled her tighter against her abdomen, humping herself heartily against the girl.
"What will you have to do?"
"Well, the normal penalty is five strokes with the cane but since this is so early in your training, I can mitigate it to two, and give you a light spanking with my hand if you are cooperative."
Trying to appear very cooperative and helpful, Jan asked, "Do I need to take my panties off?"
"I'm afraid so, hon, rules from very high up, all discipline must be administered to a bare behind."
Allowing no reluctance to show, Jan lifted her skirt and slipped her panties down to her knees, then bent over to grab her ankles.
With a surge of arousal that would take three women to extinguish, Ms Matthews drew back the cane she'd taken from her desk and tapped it lightly against Jan's beautiful backside. Quickly the cane whistled back and slashed remorselessly into Jan's buttocks, wrenching a startled cry of anguish from the girl.
Jan gritted her teeth, steeling herself against the next one. It came just as quickly and just as mercilessly. She emitted a huge sob and tears flooded her cheeks. Then Ms Matthews pulled her firmly across her lap as she sat down. A brisk hand spanking ensued but it was nothing compared to the cane.
She dedicated herself to her job and learned to be extremely careful reading names. She showed such aptitude and learned so well that Stella was able to leave the department for a better position within two weeks. The girl was almost grateful to Jan and let her know that she was pleasantly surprised by how rapidly she's caught on. Standing beside her, she put her hand on Jan's butt and fondled it extensively in a gesture of acceptance. Jan had grown quite accustomed to such demonstrative acts from women that worked here and had stopped making a fuss about it long ago. She merely arched her back and jutted her ass out more.
Shortly after receiving her second paycheck and by selling her old car, she was able to move into an apartment but long hours of commuting were necessary because what she could afford was so far away from her work.
She was so relieved to finally get an apartment that she was content to spend all her free time there, fixing it up just the way she wanted it. When that was accomplished, she became restless and wanted to go out but was unsure of a safe place to go alone. She was completely intimidated by stories of muggings and rapes. So every evening, when she finished work, she trudged to and from the subway station. She realized she was relieved to be rid of the car, the upkeep and the eternal search for a place to park made it much more trouble than it was worth in the city. Her life settled into a rather dull routine and the thrill of succeeding in the city began to dissipate, having her own place to live even eventually lost most of its luster because of the loneliness. .
True to her promise, Ms Matthews hired a new trainee for the mail room and quickly promoted Jan to one of the cubicles where she was trained to receive, prepare, and transmit claims to the claims adjuster. She knew from there, she might become an adjuster. Linda, the young lady who worked in the next cubicle, was very helpful and friendly to her.
"Maybe you'd like to go out together some night?" she asked.
Jan could barely contain her eagerness as she accepted and they decided on the next Friday night. So excited she could hardly wait, she went on a shopping trip and splurged with her newly-acquired credit card on a dressy little black dress. The short skirt emphasized her legs and made her look and feel extremely desirable. She had her hair and nails done and was waiting anxiously Friday night for Linda to show up. She was sure she would have fun and find out a lot about where women went and what they did to have a good time in the big city.
Unlike her expectations, Linda took her to a supper club that featured a play she knew had been on Broadway but the leads were tired old TV has-beens. Jan was worried if she had enough money with her but Linda graciously paid for everything. Jan was very grateful to be out of her apartment and able to enjoy herself. She was a little concerned about Linda's attitude; the girl was very touchy-feely and spent the evening with her hand in Jan's lap, rubbing her thighs and even brushed her titties several times. She would wrap her arm around Jan's waist when they were walking and her hand would stray down to Jan's ass when Linda guided her with the pressure of her hand. Jan didn't know what to make of the girl's strange ways. She knew she was competent to find her way through a doorway on her own.
Jan was totally confused when they finally arrived back at her apartment and she told Linda what a nice time she had. Linda said very confidently, "Oh, honey, we're not finished yet. We're barely getting started." Then she put her arm around Jan's neck and calmly ushered her into her own apartment. "Get undressed while I fix us a drink."
Jan was thinking that Linda was merely inviting herself in for a sleepover or something so, to comply, she started undoing the buttons of her sexy black dress. "I'm sorry but I don't have any liquor here."
"Now why am I not surprised? I'd think a worldly sophisticate like you would have booze on every level surface. Just on a hunch, I happen to have a pint of Tennessee mash in my purse. Do you have any cokes?"
"Of course I have cokes. They're in the fridge" Jan continued to unfasten her dress while Linda went to the kitchen. She went to her bedroom for her nightgown and to look for something that would do for Linda. She came back into her living room dressed in a light blue silky nightgown and carrying a pink one for Linda. "I only have one bed but it's a regular size and we used to always sleep in the same bed when we had sleepovers at home."
Linda had a funny look on her face when she said, "So we're having a sleepover, huh? I'm sure one bed will be fine. Now come on over her and try this drink I mixed. See if you think it's strong enough. Do you have any music?"
"Well, nothing real recent but I had a good collection by the time I finished high school and a nice CD player my aunt gave me for graduation." Jan explained as she took a tiny sip of her drink, "Oh, that's plenty strong enough. I don't think I can drink this. I'm not used to it at all."
"Don't think for a minute that I'm wasting my liquor. You'll drink it or I'll give you a spanking you won't forget for a long time."
"You would s-spank me?"
"As quick as I can get your panties down."
"In that case, maybe I better drink it." Jan took a larger sip as she persisted in treating Linda's comments as a joke. What was it with women at the insurance company and their constant references to spanking? Was it the influence of Ms Matthews?
Linda got the CD playing a slow vintage tune and she looked at Jan in a seductive manner, "Take your panties off and come over here so we can dance."
"But we're both girls."
"Shhh, it's okay. Nobody will know and I think I know how to lead. Just get `em off."
"But why do I need to take my panties off to dance?"
"Because if I have to take `em off, I'll probably rip them in several places."
Jan didn't have so many pairs of panties that she could afford to treat them so casually. "Oh, all right, but I'm going to look awful silly. This gown is really very sheer, you'll easily be able to see my...my pussy hair." The liquor caused Jan to giggle nervously at the naughtiness she felt. "You big city girls sure have some strange ways," Jan said as she reached under her gown and slipped her panties down and off her feet. .
"If you don't quit running off at the mouth, I'll make you take the gown off, too." Linda threatened.
Jan immediately silenced herself although there were a lot of questions on her mind about what was actually going on. Was this the way friends acted in the big city? Going around nearly naked where one girl could look at another girl's intimate areas if she wanted to? Besides, being nearly naked did not reduce Linda's touchy feely ways, if anything, it made her bolder. It was all Jan could do to keep her friend's hands off her ass, her titties, or her thighs. She could hardly concentrate on keeping any kind of dance step going. Eventually Jan just wore herself out trying, and gave up her struggle to keep Linda's hands where they belonged. She reconciled herself to the way friends acted here and allowed Linda to touch her as much as she wanted. She just couldn't fight it all night.
"You know, Janbaby, I've spent a lot of money on you tonight."
"I realize that, Linda, and I'm sincerely grateful. I'll pay next time but we'll have to wait until I have enough money."
"But what's more important, I've spent a lot of my time and that can't be replaced. There are some things we could do that would make the time and money well spent." Linda said as her hand went boldly down and cupped Jan's pussy, squeezing it rather firmly.
"Linda, I don't understand. Do you want us to masturbate each other? I heard a story about a couple of my high school acquaintances doing that to each other during a sleepover but I never thought it was true. Why would girls want to do that to each other?"
"Honey, there are lots of girls, especially in the big city, that soon get their fill of men pawing them. They like to take their pleasure with other girls. I thought you might be that way since you accepted a date with me."
"Well, I never had so much of that `pawing' that I got tired of it, but I guess I can understand how some girls could want to try something a little different, even something a little unusual. I don't want you to be disappointed in me tonight."
"Good, does that mean you'll let me?"
"I-I-I guess so."
"Pull your gown up." Linda said as she dropped down to her knees in front of Jan.
"But, Linda, you remember I don't have my panties on."
"That's all right." Linda reassured her as she pulled Jan's gown all the way up to her waist, exposing the plump lips of her pussy. She put a finger into the slit and began to rub up and down sensuously. Jan was concerned about becoming aroused by the feelings invoked in her cunt. She was shocked speechless when she felt Linda's hot breath on her pussy and paralyzed when Linda's tongue entered between her puffy pussy lips.
Never in her wildest dreams did she expect anyone to do something that depraved. She just felt so embarrassed for a woman who was driven to do such a nasty thing to another woman. But she did not feel she could protest this outrageous act. She realized she should have seen the way this was going from the beginning. She had danced with her without panties and allowed the girl to feel her up constantly, no wonder she expected to be able to do whatever she wanted to her.
There was nothing to do now but calmly endure what was happening. Perhaps once the woman satisfied her strange desires, they could get back to their friendly sleepover and have some more conventional fun together. Since she already had practically consented, Jan meekly allowed Linda to lead her into the bedroom, again guiding her with a hand on her ass. Linda finished removing her own clothes and said to her, "Take off that gown and get on the bed. Spread `em for me and I'm going to make you happy I'm here."
"You mean you're going to put your mouth down there on me some more?"
"You're just too precious to pass up. I think I'm going to make you my little lovetoy. When I'm finished with you, you'll be begging to move in with me and I may even consider that, too."
Leaning against the headboard with her legs spread and Linda on her tummy between them, Jan experienced a huge upheaval of desire when the girl really started working on her pussy. Linda used her lips and her tongue to drive her to a level of arousal she'd never felt before. Her limited contact with boyfriends paled in comparison. She found herself spreading her thighs even further and humping upwards with her hips, rising to meet the increasing rapture as Linda reached a frenzied pace, driving her closer and closer towards a life-altering orgasm.
Afterwards, Jan drifted in a blissful cloud of satisfied sleep with the girl curled behind her, rocking her gently with pressure from her hips. Late into the night, she was awakened and pulled around to face her friend. Then, with slowly increasing pressure on her shoulders, she was pushed down to the middle of the bed where she was faced with the dubious duty of returning Linda's extravagant lovemaking. At first uncertain, dazed by sleep and liquor, she responded to her friend's insistence. She tried to imitate the movements Linda had done with her lips and tongue. She was thrilled to feel the girl's increasing arousal as she became more adept and found places that evoked shuddering responses. Becoming more and more determined, she devoted herself to maximizing the delirious pleasure of her newfound friend. She was sucking cunt but she was thrilled by doing it. When Linda finally exploded with desire, Jan felt a deeply intense satisfaction.
A few days later, Jan did give up her apartment to move in with Linda. She missed her apartment and the freedom to arrange things as she wanted. Linda was very insistent and Jan quickly grew used to the things they did together at night.
Things changed at work. Whenever anyone came to Jan's cubicle, Linda got up and came over, too, as though she didn't trust any of the other girls being that close to Jan. They went to coffee together, with Linda's arm around her waist. They went to lunch together and Jan had to account for every minute of her time spent away from Linda.
One day she heard a ruckus from the ladies restroom. "You keep away from her or I'll fix your face so ugly, you won't be able to look in a mirror without throwing up!"
"You better put some weight on somewhere besides your hips before you try it, unless you're planning to bump me to death!"
Jan saw Ms Matthews rush into the restroom and shortly she came out, leading Linda and a girl named Jessie Jenkins by the arms. Jan remembered a few words with Jessie at the break room that morning. Nothing significant, Jessie just wanted her to come to a party that week-end. Jan knew Linda would not let her go so she politely declined.
Although everyone on the floor could hear the sounds of the thrashings taking place in Ms Matthews' office, everything outside her office was perfectly normal. The girls went about their business, oblivious to the sounds of meaty flesh being smacked by paddles and canes.
Both Linda and Jessie retreated from Ms Matthews' office hastily and left the building without delay. Jan was a little worried because she had come to work with Jan and was not certain if she could negotiate her way home on the mass transit. She'd just followed along after Linda and not paid much attention to which station she exited the train.
Her concerns were dismissed as Ms Matthews came out of her office and walked directly to Jan's desk, "I think we need to have a little talk about your part in today's activities."
Suddenly fearful, Jan rose from her seat and followed the woman into her office. Remembering her last few dealings with the woman, Jan asked her sweetly as she entered, "Do you want me to sit in your lap?"
"No, actually I think you need to take your panties off and lay across my lap. I've been lenient towards you and your little office affair though I don't approve of them. Jessie said that you enticed her, flirted with her and even flashed your panties at her several times."
"But I never did anything like that, she just made it all up to try and blame me. Please don't spank me. I didn't do anything. I would never dare do anything like that, knowing how jealous Linda is. Please, Ms Matthews." Jan could not control her tears she was so afraid and filled with such dread.
"I'm sorry, dear, but it must be done. The whole office knows what's happened and I can't just let you off with merely a warning this time."
Jan reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, sniffling back her sobs. She lay across Ms Matthews' lap and was a little surprised by the way the woman reached one hand under her and inserted two fingers deep into her cunt. "This is to help hold you in place," Ms Matthews commented as she pushed her thumb into Jan's asshole, holding her in a bowling ball grip. The hand between her legs took Jan's mind off her coming ordeal and she tried to control her arousal but could not. Her hips began to slowly thrust forward, inviting the woman to fondle her pussy and asshole. Her breathing was becoming labored despite her efforts to control it.
Ms Matthews was pleased that the girl had finally learned how erotic a spanking could be. She spread her thighs and let the girl rub her cunt against her own mound with each downward stroke. She knew she needed to encourage this behavior in the girl so she applied very light strokes to her asscheeks, just enough to slam their pussies tightly together.
Jan was thrilled that the spanking was so light and her passion was growing each time her pussy made contact with that of the dominant woman. She started rubbing her hands up and down the woman's calves and as far up her legs as she could manage. She curled downward and put her mouth on Ms Matthews' shoes, hoping to appease the woman even more.
When Ms Matthews stopped spanking her, Jan slid off her lap to her knees and waited for Ms Matthews to take her panties off. She began kissing her ample thighs, working her way up into her hairy pussy, Intoxicated by the smell of the woman's heavy exertions and her passionate arousal from spanking so many beautiful behinds, Jan pushed her tongue through the woman's huge cunt lips like a plow gouging blackland soil. Relentlessly she sucked the woman's clit until an insuppressible scream resounded throughout the entire floor.