I was assigned to help a new intern in our office learn about our sales team. I wasn’t particularly thrilled about the request, but my boss said that if I did it well, there would be a five hundred dollar bonus paid out at the end of the program, to the sales manager who made the biggest impact on their assigned intern.

Jennifer was a cute college-aged girl with long brunette hair that stretched practically to her waist. She was short - about 4’10 inches and she had a friendly smile to match an aggressive and straightforward personality. I did my best to put on my professional sales face, even though I wasn't thrilled to be making room in my tight office space for a co-worker. 

I set up a computer in my office, off to the side of my desk and told Jennifer she would be cold-calling from a list of about 2,000 potential customers and using a script that I had written out. Jennifer pulled up a chair, looked at the spreadsheet on the computer screen and then adjusted her headset. I listened to her first call and she sounded both professional and polite. I was happy that she stuck to script.

I looked at sales reports on my desk and focused on creating a new power point presentation for a new product the company would be rolling out. About mid-morning, I asked Jennifer if she wanted anything for lunch and she declined my offer. I shuffled down to the deli in the lobby and after returning from lunch, I settled back into my office chair to finish off my power point presentation. Jennifer was gone, I presumed, to lunch. 

As I worked on my power point presentation, Jennifer stepped back into the office and closed the door behind her.

“Can I show you something?” she asked, standing next to where I was seated behind my desk.

“Sure,” I responded.

Jennifer leaned forward and pressed a couple of keys on my computer keyboard and a presentation flickered on to the screen. I watched intently, as what I had started in a power point, was somehow, turned into a live, movie, with my graphics embedded and some lovely upbeat music. I looked at Jennifer as the presentation played. 

“Did you do this?” I asked.

“Yes,” she shy responded. I couldn't help but notice how unusually close she was standing next to me. My manly senses were peeked by the sweet smell of her perfume. 

“You are pretty talented,” I remarked, looking back at the presentation. Jennifer stood in silence as the presentation finished and the computer screen went blank. I put my fist out in her direction and we fist-bumped. 

“Pretty damn good,” I said. I could tell Jennifer liked the compliment, by the smile on her face.

“You’re have some amazing talents,” I remarked.

“I like video-work,” Jennifer said. “It allows me to express myself.”

I asked if she would mind me using the piece for a sales presentation.

“That would be so cool,” she replied. I told her she would get all the credit. Jennifer slid back into her seat just a few feet from me. Suddenly, I saw her in a different light. She definitely had possibilities. 

Five o’clock came and Jennifer said she would see me in the morning. She grabbed her coat and her purse and tootled out the door.

After a few minutes, I looked over at Jennifer’s computer and it was still on. Normally, I wouldn't have cared, but I didn’t want any of my co-worker sales executives wondering in and seeing what we were working on, so I decided to turn off the computer. Touching the mouse, the screen came on. On the bottom of the screen was the sales presentation Jennifer had put together, so I hit “Save” to insure the work wouldn’t be lost.

In the “Save As” box that popped up on the screen, I saw several file names that intrigued me. One of the file names was “Private XXX”. I was intrigued.

Once I saved the sales presentation, I sat down behind the computer and opened the file marked “Private XXX.”

I sat there and stared at the screen as the figure of a young woman, clad in her bra and panties flickered across the screen to some slow music. It was Jennifer. I watched, as she suggestively danced to the music, slowly showing more and more of her wickedly wild and bodacious body. She slipped off her bra, but held it over her breasts. She turned her back to the camera and dropped the bra. She slowly bent forward and thrust her cute ass towards the camera, then slipped her panties down her chiseled legs, giving the camera a quick shot of her hairless pussy, before the video suddenly ended.

I saw another video in the file, one with my name on it. I opened the file and it was Jennifer, looking directly into the camera.

“Oh my Gawd, I am so excited,” she said, looking into the camera and brushing her long brown hair back with her hand. She leaned forward and stared straight into the camera, biting down on her lower lip.

“I have a new job and the guy I have to work with is such a hunk, I mean, ladies, I can’t believe my luck! He has no idea what I have in store for him! Stay tuned!”

The video ended.

I closed the video and stared at the computer screen. I closed the lid on the laptop and retreated to my desk. That night, I couldn’t help but fantasize about my intern. I jacked myself off and fell asleep.

The next day, I pretended like I hadn’t seen Jennifer’s lascivious video work. She took up her seat in front of her lap top and stared at it.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I could swear I left my sales presentation open,” she said.

“You did,” I replied. “I closed it out, but saved it, before I closed it out.”

“You saved it?” she asked, staring at her computer. 

“Yes,” I replied, “I saved it into your video files. One thing you have to learn as a junior sales executive is to never leave your work open where others can see it. They will steal it in a heartbeat.”

Jennifer lowered her head, her long brown hair hiding her face. I could tell she knew I had probably seen her entire video files folder.

“I am so embarrassed,” Jennifer said softly.

I stepped over to my office door and closed it. I folded my arms in silence. A few seconds of an awkward silence fell upon us both.

I stepped over to where Jennifer sat, her head still lowered, her hands resting in her lap, folded. I gently pushed her hair back over her shoulder and then guided her gaze from her desk top computer, over toward myself, by placing my hand under her chin. She had huge brown eyes and her light pink lip gloss shimmered in the office light. She knew instinctively that I had seen her video files. 

“You have some great video skills,” I remarked. “Now, can you show me some of your other skills?”

As I spoke, I silently unfastened my trousers. Jennifer reached in past my fly, before I could even get my zipper all the way down, feeling my erection through the fabric cloth of my nylon briefs. She pulled my briefs down to reach my rapidly hardening eight and half inch cock. It was right in front of her face. She wasted no time, slipping her lips around the bulbous gray head of my cock. She looked up at me as she took it into her mouth, licking it and sliding it in and out of her oral cavity.

“I love to suck on a man’s dick,” Jennifer exclaimed.

“I can tell,” I replied.

She worked my cock in and out of her mouth, slowly at first, then more feverishly. 

“You’re going to make me cum,” I remarked, as my thighs tightened up.

“Give it to me!” Jennifer begged. "Don't hold back!"

I shot my load deep into her mouth. Jennifer had no issues swallowing everything I gave her. After swallowing my load, she grabbed a handful of tissues from a box I had on my desk and proceeded to clean me up.

I pulled her to her feet. She barely reached the middle of my chest, because she was so short. I had no problem lifting her up and setting her on the edge of my desk. I stepped between her parted legs and remarked,

“You’re working late tonight.”

“I am?” she asked.

“Yes, you are,” I replied, looking into her dark brown oval eyes, my hands resting on her thighs. “There is no way you’re going to give me a blow job, without my reciprocating.”

Jennifer smiled.

“Fine with me” she said.

“Now,” I added, “Let’s get some sales work done. We can play later.”

I sat down behind my desk and tried to focus on work. Jennifer opened her computer and brought up her cold-call list. I listened as she began her spiel.

“Hi, this is Jennifer Clarkson with American Resources,” she cheerfully remarked into her headset, “I have a hunk for a boss and I’m going to fuck his brains out.”

I was about to take a drink of coffee from the mug that was setting on my desk. I glared at Jennifer. She turned and held up the end of the connection cord to her head set, smiling. I shook my head in disbelief. She had a great sense of humor and was cute beyond all belief. 

I slipped out of the office and down the hallway to where the executive Vice-President for Sales had his office.

“Tell Tom,” I said to Bethany, Tom’s secretary, “That I’m going out on a call and will be back later or in the morning.”

“Are you taking your intern with you?” Bethany inquired. Bethany was our office social director and while I liked her a lot, she never seemed to want to even give me the time of day, so I had blown her off my list of “to do” items a long time ago. Bethany loved to flirt, but when it came to show time, she never followed through.

“Yes,” I replied.

Bethany raised her eye-brows. 

“Keep it professional,” she warned.

“I always do,” I replied.

I stepped back down the hall and into my office. Jennifer glanced up from her computer, as I stepped in the door.

“What’s up?” she instinctively asked.

“Grab your stuff,” I replied. “We have a sales call to go on.”

“Where are we going?” she asked.

“I can’t tell you,” I replied. “The walls have ears.”

Jennifer followed me out to my car in the parking lot. She settled in to the passenger seat as I backed out. Her shirt skirt showed plenty of leg. She looked at me and smiled. 

“So where are we going?” Jennifer pressed. 

“We’re going to a place called Towne-view Crossing,” I replied, slipping my hand on to her exposed leg, just above her knee. Jennifer put her hand on mine and moved my hand slowly up her leg.

“Gee,” she remarked, “I was hoping we were going someplace special.”

I moved my hand further up Jennifer's bare leg, my fingers probing the inside of her thighs. I could tell she was getting hugely turned on as she spread her legs to welcome my advances. I slipped a finger along the inside edge of her panties. Jennifer grabbed my wrist.

“This is not fair,” she whispered, holding on to my wrist.

“Don’t worry,” I responded. “I'm just testing the waters."

Jennifer loosened her grip on my wrist. I pushed my fingers past the elastic of her moist panties and into her warm and most pussy.

She closed her eyes and spread her legs, as I worked my fingers towards her clit. We stopped at a traffic light and I slipped my hand out from between her legs.

“Fuck it,” Jennifer said. She closed her knees together, arched her back and pulled up her short skirt enough to find the waist band of her underwear. She slipped them down her thighs, past her knees and off of her feet. She twirled them around a single finger as I pulled away from the light.

“They’re all yours,” Jennifer exclaimed, tossing her black lace undies into my lap. Instinctively, I put them up to my face and took in a deep breath. The sweet musty aroma was more than enough to make me rock hard.

“I’m glad I shaved this morning,” Jennifer remarked, pulling up her skirt to reveal her bald pussy. I slipped my hand on to her pussy and worked my middle finger over her labia and clit, as she spread her legs. She was hot and ready to rock. Jennifer reclined the seat back and closed her eyes, enjoying my finger fuck.

I turned into Towne-view Crossing, the condo complex where I lived. I pulled into a parking spot in front of my condo. Jennifer pulled her seat up and looked around.

“Where are we?” she inquired.

“Towne-view,” I replied.

“What is Town-view?” Jennifer inquired.

“Town-view” I replied, “Is where you learn how to close the deal.”

“I like deal closings,” she replied.

“Come on,” I remarked, “Follow me.”

Jennifer stepped out of the car and followed me down the sidewalk, to the door of my condo. Once we stepped inside, our clothes flew in different directions, as we pummeled each other with kisses and gropes.

I jumped on to my bed, butt-ass naked. Jennifer followed.

I planted my mouth right over her pussy, flicking my tongue back and forth over the hood that covered her clit. She squeezed her legs against my head, shaking. I worked my fingers into her pussy, fast and furious like.

“Oh my freaking Gawd!” she exclaimed. Suddenly I felt a gush of fluids pouring out of her, as she blasted through a cataclysmic orgasm, her entire body shaking. At the same time, she had my cock buried deep inside of her mouth, sucking feverishly on me.

I flipped around and thrust my tongue into her open mouth. Our tongues wickedly danced around each other. She spread her legs and I pushed my steel rod into her pussy. She was a tight fit. I could feel the walls of her pussy clamping down on my cock. My pubic bone met hers and I started rocking back and forth, my hands astraddle her torso, as I looked down on her. Her eyes rolled back in her head and her face was a flushed red in color. Suddenly, she trembled and shook, her hands balled up into white knuckled tight fists and banging the bed.

I stopped and shot my load deep inside of her. As I did, she exclaimed, “I can feel you cu-cu-cuming!”

She dug her nails into my shoulder blades, leaving deep gouges, I am sure.

“Fuck me!” she screamed. Fuck me harder, harder, HARDER!”

Once again, she shook and trembled as a third orgasm rocked her tiny body. I thrust my tongue deep into her mouth as she moaned and hummed.

Finally, I collapsed on top of her. I rolled on to my back and Jennifer rolled on top of me. I couldn’t get it back up again, but that didn’t natter to Jennifer, who straddled my semi-flaccid cock, rubbing her clit against me, her hands pressing against my chest. Although, I wasn’t going to experience any more sudden joy or relief, Jennifer was not done. I was happy to oblige.

Finally, she slipped off of me and laid on her back, looking up at the ceiling.

“That was a great close,” Jennifer responded.

“That wasn’t the close,” I said, turning and putting my hand on her left breast. “That was just the opening...”