The Intern Part I

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 We do hire most of our interns here,” Spencer got the ball rolling by firing the questions first.</div> <bR> <div> Chris started talking, he mentioned that he's done several internships doing mostly clerical and some Accounting work, but not investment work.  He made sure that he mentioned that he was more interested in V.C work and working with small size companies.   </div> <bR> <div> The interview went well, he asked Spencer a lot of questions about his own position with the company and what he envisioned his division doing in several years.  <I>He looked impressed</I>, Chris thought to himself, knowing that he definitely got this internship.</div> <bR> <div> “How soon can you start?”  Spencer asked him, closing the interview.</div> <bR> <div> “My last class was yesterday, so Monday would be great,” Chris answered him.</div> <bR> <div> “That's great.  How's your schedule like tomorrow?  I'd like to bring you back to meet the other interns.”</div> <bR> <div> “Anytime in the afternoon would be great,” Chris said, trying not to sound too confident.</div> <bR> <div> “Great. I'll take you back to the lobby, and I'll come out in a few minute after I've talked with everyone about their schedule tomorrow,” Spencer said as he got out of his seat, ready to walk Chris back into the lobby.</div> <bR> <div> Chris sat out in the lobby for at least ten minutes, Spencer came out.</div> <bR> <div> “Would two o'clock work for you?”  Spencer asked him.</div> <bR> <div> “Yes,” Chris answered, standing up.  Chris looked down at Spencer's left hand and noticed that he didn't wear a wedding ring.</div> <bR> <div> “See you then,” Spencer said, as he shook his hand before disappearing behind the door.  Chris left the building and waited for the bus to take him back to his dorm.  He was excited about getting the internship; he spent the rest of the day helping his dorm mate pack up his boxes.  Chris has every intention of staying there for the semester break, <I>it'll be nice to have this piece of crap to myself for the next two months</I>, Chris thought.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>***</B></div> <div> <B>The Following Monday</B></div> <bR> <div> Chris wore a nice shirt and dress slacks on his first day at the office, he shared a large cubicle with two other interns: Kirk Adams and Lisa Armstrong. It was a large four person cubicle, with a computer at every corner; Chris was assigned to the middle corner, Lisa to his right and Kirk to his left with the empty spot at the end.</div> <bR> <div> “That's the hotel spot, you'll be in that corner,” Lisa told Chris, as he pulled up a chair to his corner.  He didn't mind it at all, he liked having chatter or a lot of activity around him, he looked forward to getting to know both Lisa and Kirk.</div> <bR> <div> Lisa had shoulder length straight strawberry blonde hair, she wore a conservative suit, stocking under her skirt.  Kirk wore more casual faire, a neutral tone Hawaiian styled shirt, Docker styled pants and tan tennis shoes.  He was definitely more of a slob; his corner had stacks of paper that surrounded his flat screen monitor. Pens were everywhere and he had a calendar on the cubicle wall next to him.  Chris gathered that the two of them were complete opposites; Lisa was very orderly, organized and professional.</div> <bR> <div> “I gotta start cleaning up my shit if they're gonna offer me a permanent job,” Kirk told the two while he looked for something around his computer.</div> <bR> <div> “As usual you can't ever find anything,” Lisa complained as she rolled her eyes back.  She looked at Chris and asked him, “What time's your training?”</div> <bR> <div> “It's all day tomorrow,” Chris answered her question.</div> <bR> <div> “Oh cool, we can all go out to lunch,” Lisa said happily while Kirk kept searching around the mess of papers around him.  “Don't mind him, he's always looking for imaginary things he lost three weeks ago,” Lisa murmured to Chris.</div> <bR> <div> Chris just nodded and played along with her.  Lisa moved her chair over to Chris' desk and showed him where the files were on the network from his computer.  She motioned for him to get out of his chair and gave him a small tour of the floor and the large room of filing cabinets.</div> <bR> <div> “Most of the stuff you'll be working with we have soft copies of, I don't expect you'll be digging in here much.  We have a cafeteria on the bottom floor in the back of the building, there's a designated smoking area too, kinda in the same area.  I've been trying to quit.  Spencer likes to have killer meetings with us at least once a week, but he'll take us out to lunch or something like that.  I do have to warn you, he likes to micro manage, be ware of him entering into the cube.  But he's pretty cool otherwise.  I think he'll meet with you about your responsibilities, I think ours gonna change soon as Messy Boy gets hired,” Lisa told him as they got inside the elevator and went downstairs.</div> <bR> <div> “Does he go to a different position and we get his work?”  Chris was interested in what happens if he got hired on permanently.</div> <bR> <div> “Yes and no.  He'll get his own cube, but his computer stays here, and they'll get another intern to replace him.  In fact, you were brought on because the last intern was hired on.  Here's the cafeteria, but we usually eat down the street at Tommy Chang's.  It's a lot cheaper and the foods so much better.”  They stood outside the café in the back of the building.  Spencer was outside in the designated smoking area; he saw the two of them and waved for them to come over.  Spencer was smoking a cigarette with a man in his early twenties that wore a suit and had black curly hair.</div> <bR> <div> “Giving him the grand tour?”  Spencer asked Lisa as he stood next to another young guy.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah, showing him where everything is,” Lisa answered Spencer's question.</div> <bR> <div> “Hi, I'm Peter, I used to be in your spot,” the brown haired young guy next to Spencer introduced himself.</div> <bR> <div> “Chris Wilson.  Nice to meet you,” Chris returned the favor and shook Peter's hand. The guys exchanged a lot of small talk.</div> <bR> <div> “You guys going to Tommy's for lunch?”  Spencer asked Lisa.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah.  Why… you plan to make an appearance?”  Lisa asked Spencer in a teasing way, almost flirting with him Chris observed.</div> <bR> <div> “I'm thinking about it.  Besides Chris is gonna be in training tomorrow, probably only chance I'll have to see the whole gang for a while,” Spencer remarked.</div> <bR> <div> “Thinking about heading there early, about 11:30, we'll save a seat for you,” Lisa said before she and Chris walked back to their cubicle.</div> <bR> <div> The rest of the morning, Chris couldn't wait until lunch; he was looking forward to socializing with everyone, especially Spencer.</div> <bR> <div> Lunchtime was fun, Peter, Kirk, Lisa and Spencer joined them at a big round booth in the back corner of the restaurant.  It turned out that Spencer used to take all of the interns out to lunch or throw parties pretty often until he was promoted some months ago.  He talked about how he needed to throw another party soon, but his interns kept leaving due to getting job offers at the firm.</div> <bR> <div> “I'm not complaining, because it's great to see my interns get hired on like Peter here.  But they get different bosses or are too busy to hang out with me, except for this guy,” Spencer chuckled as he nudged Peter slightly.  “He's still new to the job, so pretty soon he'll be too busy.  I'll be busier than normal this year, getting new responsibilities with the upcoming SOX compliance audits this fall.  My boss wants me to have her job and I'm not sure if I want that much responsibility.”</div> <bR> <div> Chris had been introduced to Spencer's boss, Joan Strickland once, and it was brief.  She struck to him as a woman that's buried in her work, and didn't do much outside the office.  </div> <bR> <div> Chris had the feeling that he was going to enjoy being an intern there.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>***</B></div> <div> <B>Two Weeks later</B></div> <bR> <div> The late afternoon meeting was his first meeting with Spencer, alone.  It was more of a “checking-up-on-how-you're-doing” type of impromptu meeting.  Chris was nervous, because he knew today was the day that he'll know if he'll stay on as an intern for full semester or not.  He was curious if he'll get any type of stipend pay, although he won't be in the office full time once the semester starts up again.</div> <bR> <div> He knocked on Spencer's door; he could hear him on the phone.</div> <bR> <div> “Come in,” Chris heard his voice from behind the door.  Chris sat down in the seat in front of Spencer's desk; he was wrapping up his phone call.  “Let's talk about it during the conference call next week…” Spencer motioned with his lips to Chris, <I>lock the door behind you. </I>Spencer had the phone receiver to his ear, waiting for the person on the other end to finish talking and conclude the phone call.  “Could you shoot me and Joan an email about that before our next meeting next week? Yeah, let's do it…Next week, bye.”</div> <bR> <div> After Spencer hung up the phone, he saw him let out a huge sigh and take a large gulp out of his bottled water on his desk.</div> <bR> <div> “Long call?”  Chris asked him.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah, started off as a five minute conversation and turned into a full hour conversation.  That's okay, if the company will pay for the trip, I plan to be in Dallas for a week with him soon,” Spencer then paused, offered Chris some water, which he turned down and then continued, “I'm sure that Lisa and Kirk already warned you that this is sort of a third interview.  After completing your training for two days and working for over a week, I have to evaluate whether we'd like to have you here for the entire semester.  I've had a lot of bad experiences in the past with former interns that just couldn't cut the workloads given to them.  Yesterday I spent some time with Lisa and Kirk and got feedback on how they feel about you working with them and all that stuff.”</div> <bR> <div> Chris looked at him, nervous but trying to act cool and calm to Spencer.</div> <bR> <div> “They seemed very impressed with you and frankly so am I,” Spencer uttered the words of relief to Chris.  “If it wasn't for the fact that I have to keep you on as an intern for so many months first, I'd hire you now.  Let me start with the first question: have you registered for your fall classes yet? When's your target date of graduation or finished with your courses?”</div> <bR> <div> Chris fired back with answers, no he hadn't registered yet.  Although his graduation's not until the following spring, he plans to finish his classes this fall.  Chris looked around Spencer's office; he'd never been in it any longer than a minute.  The only personal pictures he had in the office were of him as a child with his siblings and parents, but no spouses, ex spouses or girlfriends.  Chris was curious about Spencer's personal life; he heard rumors that he slept around with various co workers at the office, male and female.</div> <bR> <div> “We will also collect a personnel file on you during your internship here, so if you do a good job, there's high probability you'll get hired on here.  You probably won't be working in my area, but if you're an asset to my group, you'll be great in any department at this company.  Interns are invited to all company functions and I do occasionally throw a couple of parties at my place, it's a great way to network with different managers you might not interface during your internship here.  Now, about pay… You'll get a small stipend when the school year starts; it's not a lot of money, about $50 a week or something like that.  But if you become a full time intern, with full time hours, you'll get an hourly wage.  I think you're doing a great job and I hope to see you at the next party I'm throwing this Friday.  Here are the address and all that,” Spencer said as he handed him a page with a map, directions and his cell phone number listed on it, but no time.</div> <bR> <div> “What time do I need to be there?”  Chris asked him, feeling like this party was not a voluntary event.</div> <bR> <div> “I didn't put the time on that?  My bad,” Spencer laughed as he looked at the page and then answered his questions, “party starts at 8 pm, but I'd like you to come by earlier.  You take a bus over here, correct?”</div> <bR> <div> Chris nodded, right now his car was in the shop for the long haul, and he'd have to pull in several paychecks to get it running.</div> <bR> <div> “If you can get there at 6 or 6:30 that'd be great, otherwise an hour early would be great.”</div> <bR> <div> Spencer wrapped up the meeting within the next 20 minutes and then it was almost time for Chris to go home.  He went back to his cubicle, Lisa was getting ready to go, and Kirk was already gone for the day.</div> <bR> <div> “So it went well?”  Lisa asked Chris.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah, I'll be here in the fall,” Chris said as he shut down his computer and put some of his things away.</div> <bR> <div> “Need a ride home?  You live on campus right?  UC?”  Lisa asked him until he nodded and then continued, “I live off campus, but close enough to give you rides over here.  Save you bus fare anyways and I can drive in the carpool lanes and stuff.”</div> <bR> <div> Chris didn't mind the idea; he really liked Lisa, very analytical and logical in her work processes.  She was hot looking in heels and he found himself distracted by looking at her legs.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah sure, if it's not a bother or anything,” Chris responded back.  </div> <bR> <div> “Okay, I gotta go to the girl's room, wanna meet me in the lobby downstairs?”</div> <bR> <div> “Sure.”  Chris locked up his drawers and went to the bathroom himself.  While in front of the urinal he thought about Lisa and Spencer, both single and good looking.  In fact, he noticed that most of the employees there were well groomed and attractive, even Spencer's boss, whom he saw very little of.  </div> <bR> <div> Lisa met him in the lobby a few minutes after he got out of the elevators, she led him to her 2004 black Honda Accord two door coupe in the parking structure.</div> <bR> <div> “This is my roommate's car, I still live with my parents and my car, or rather my mom's second car's in the shop, so I'm borrowing this.  It's all right, kinda nice but I'm always driving my friends around, I prefer having a four door,” Lisa explained as she drove Chris out of the parking structure.  He tried not to notice her smooth stockings on her legs as she shifted gears, from being around her, he'd wished they were more than co-interns.</div> <bR> <div> Once they were in front of his dorm/apartment building, he asked Lisa if she had any plans.  He was taking a big risk, but he wanted to get to know her outside work.</div> <bR> <div> “Are you asking me out, Chris Wilson?”  Lisa asked him slyly.</div> <bR> <div> Chris' voice squeaked with his answer, “Um… I'm not doing anything and I have lots of leftover Chinese food from Tommy's.  Thought I'd share it with you and we could talk.”</div> <bR> <div> Lisa's big smile made him nervous; they were both parked directly below his apartment unit.</div> <bR> <div> “What about your roommate?”  She asked him.</div> <bR> <div> “He's gone for the summer.  Even though we're technically on campus, it's an apartment; he's paid up for the next year.  Kinda cool though, it's a two bedroom pad, It'd sublet his room out if I could.”</div> <bR> <div> “Not allowed?  That sucks.  I'm a sucker for good Chinese food, I'm up for it,” Lisa surprised him by saying yes.  Chris was delightfully happy that she took him up on splitting dinner.  Kirk always complained to him about how orderly, organized and bossy she was, but Chris thought she was great.</div> <bR> <div> The place wasn't messy; he didn't have dishes stacked up or anything, just a lot of newspapers in the living room and boxes around.  He quickly straightened up the living room and went to the kitchen to re-heat some of the food.</div> <bR> <div> “You wanna sit at the table or watch tv and eat out there?”  Chris asked her.</div> <bR> <div> “Table's fine, I like to have conversation when I eat, we could hang out at the couch after,” Lisa said, looking receptive to hanging out for a while.  “Where's your bathroom?”  Lisa asked him.</div> <bR> <div> “Second door on the right,” he instructed her, hoping that there was enough toilet paper.  She disappeared for a few minutes; Chris set the plates and utensils out on the table.  When she returned, he was in the kitchen bringing out the warm food.</div> <bR> <div> “Oh, you have nice chopsticks,” Lisa remarked, eyeing the fancy chopsticks that his parents got for him while in San Francisco.  He loved to use the fancy set when he had guests over; it had a beautiful mother of pearl design on it.</div> <bR> <div> “My dad bought me a sushi-tea set from San Francisco, only thing I use is the chopsticks.  They're kinda nice eh?  Sometime I prefer to use my fork though,” Chris laughed holding up his fork.</div> <bR> <div> They both ate their dinner and talked about their majors and their graduations coming up next spring.  She helped him put the dishes in the dishwasher and then they both sat on the couch to talk.  He wanted to make a move on her or hint that he was interested in her, but he didn't know if she'd be offended or if he'd lose his internship over it.  She seemed to be okay with him so far.</div> <bR> <div> Her suit jacket was already off, her blouse revealed a lovely neckline, her legs were crossed, and she however took off her heels before eating.</div> <bR> <div> “So, Chris, you think I'm cute?”  She asked him, licking her lips, <I>she's so inviting, I want to kiss those lips of hers,</I> Chris thought to himself nervously.</div> <bR> <div> “Want me to be honest with you?”  Chris asked her, not sure whether he should tell her.</div> <bR> <div> “C'mon, we're only interns, I'm not your boss and you're not my boss.  So why not?”  She phrased the ethical dilemma to him.  He felt her hand on his leg, inching toward his slowly hardening cock.  She made the first move, slanted her face, while she spoke softly, he could see her hard nipples show through her blouse.  Her kiss on his mouth shouldn't have been unexpected, but he felt like it was.  It felt alien, different than any girl's lips he's felt pressed against his and he enjoyed it.  Her tongue was like an exercising machine against his, her hands on him, he felt her legs gripped around him, on his lap.</div> <bR> <div> He picked her up, like he wanted to take her to his bedroom, until she stopped him.</div> <bR> <div> “No, I like `em quick and dirty, if you wanna fuck me you either gotta do it on the table or on this couch,” Lisa said in the naughtiest voice he'd ever heard.  She was a woman that liked to be in control and he knew he'd have to play by her rules.  She grabbed her purse and pulled out several condom packets out onto the coffee table, within reaching distance.  She wore stocking and not much else under her skirt. “Women never wear this stuff anymore; they all gotta wear the control top pantyhose so they'd look like Barbie dolls.  I love being at the office not wearing my panties,” She seductively to him, pulling her skirt up, he could see her garter belt and stockings.  His hard cock got as hard as it could possibly get from looking at her strawberry colored curls between her legs, he wanted to stroke it.</div> <bR> <div> She knew what he was thinking, moved his hand away from her inviting hungry thighs, his legs were between hers, but she was upright, just enough for him to see the moist bareness of her navel and below her skirt.  Her face moved closer to his ear as she whispered, “When's no one around at the office, I rub my clit against my chair.  You're happy to hear that aren't you?”  She asked him teasingly, coyly as her teeth tugged on his left ear, nibbling his neck and not allowing him to touch her.  </div> <bR> <div> She then looked behind her, at the wooden coffee table and moved the newspapers off it, she moved it back from the couch a few more inches and then sat on it, with her strawberry curls exposed.</div> <bR> <div> “You want to touch it don't you?  On my breaks at the office, you know what I do?”  her face again, near his ear whispered in a sexy naughty voice,  “After I play with my chair I go to the bathroom and fuck myself until I come.”</div> <bR> <div> Every word she said to him, shocked him, she seemed so proper at work, but he always wondered why she spent long time in the bathroom.</div> <bR> <div> She stroked her hair below her navel, as she watched the bulge in his pants get hard, his cock completely straightened out.  She started to suck on her finger and then began to masturbate herself with it, he watched her as she inserted one finger and then two fingers and continued, still on the wooden table.</div> <bR> <div> “You want to fuck this tight pussy don't you?  You're gonna have to work for it.  You'd better be ready to play,”   She teased more.  She took off her skirt and blouse, her stockings, garter belt and her bra stayed on.  She moved the wooden table away from the couch as she got down on her knees with her tight ass out. She unbuttoned his shirt, kissing his already sensitive nipples.  She played with the belt on his pants, teasing his crotch with her fingers. She put her hand into one of his front pockets and softly stroked his hard penis, he was afraid that he was going to come too soon; this was too much, too long.</div> <bR> <div> She stroked his belt buckle and then took his left index finger, inserted it into her mouth while she sucked on it, her tongue around it, stimulating how she'd blow him.  She smiled after his moans got louder, and before she knew it, she came through on her threats to deflower his belt buckle, because it was undone.  He felt her nails pull into his briefs, exposing his hard cock, feeling his smooth shaft.</div> <bR> <div> “Nice cock, you want something tight around it?”  She asked him as he nodded, his head leaned back against the wall behind him.  She handed him small pillow from the side of the couch for his head.  She very quickly pulled down his pants and underwear down to his ankles.  He then took off his pants altogether.  Now he was completely exposed and she was only partially.  He felt her fingers massage his balls as her tongue searched the smooth hard shaft.  </div> <bR> <div> Her mouth was a machine; she'd change the pace of the tightening of her mouth and lips around it.  A few times, her nose touched the top of his cock.  His head jerked back several times.  She stopped for a minute and took off her bra, revealing small but perky hard erectness of her chest.  She squeezed one nipple and put the other breasts in his face, wanting him to bite on it.  He held her hard nipple in between his teeth as she pulled back.  Her other hand was down below her waist, her moans as he pulled on her nipple with his teeth made his cock throb, his body wanted to convulse but she wouldn't allow him.  </div> <bR> <div> Now he could only hear the sound of her ripping open the condom wrapper, felt her warm hands put it on.</div> <bR> <div> “I don't want you to be gentle,” She whispered as she inserted his hard cock in her, still on top, still insistent on him pulling on her nipple.  He heard a slight scream out of her, as his rock hard cock felt her tightness around it.  He also felt her wetness on his navel, some dripped down her leg.  She grabbed his left hand and sucked on one of his fingers and then moved it to the back of her ass.  He'd never had a girl insist on his finger fuck her ass before.  He tried to fuck her with his finger and with his hard throbbing cock without injuring himself.  Fucking her ass proved to be too difficult, not enough lubrication and her insisting that she wanted something rough and tight in her.  He ended up squeezing her ass when he had no choice than to let his legs convulse while in her.</div> <bR> <div> It didn't take long for her to finish, cum was all over his legs and hers, he wished he could finish off; the wave was still going strong.  She pulled off the condom and continued to play with his hard cock, sucking it, rubbing it until he came.</div> <bR> <div> She kissed him and said, “Now you know that I'll be thinking of your hard cock on my bathroom breaks.”</div> <bR> <div> She excused herself to the bathroom, he felt like he needed to clean himself as well.  He went to the linen closet and grabbed a towel, tried to get her cum and his own off his legs and stomach.  He hoped that nothing got on the couch, well at least it'll be something to remember her by, he thought.  He knocked on the door and gave her a towel; she announced that she was going to take a quick shower before heading home.  He put on his pants, picked up his shirt off the floor and put the coffee table back to its original position.  He also hung up her clothes and put them on door handle, her bra also hung on the door handle.  She took her stocking and garter belt in the bathroom with her.  He thought it was odd that she never took off her stockings at all.  <I>Maybe it's just a way of her keeping power</I>, he thought.  Frankly he didn't care, he enjoyed every damn minute of it.</div> <bR> <div> She came out of the bathroom completely naked, she played with her right nipple, squeezing it in between her index and middle finger.  Her hair was wet, she asked him if he had a hair dryer, and he brought one to her.  She pulled him into the bathroom, put the toilet seat down for him to sit and watch her dry her hair still naked, her erectness excited him.</div> <bR> <div> “You gonna play with yourself?”  She asked him.  He hadn't thought about it, but this is something he's never encountered before, the watching and exhibitionism stuff.   He loved watching her tight ass as she bent over, using the hair dryer for the back of her hair.</div> <bR> <div> When she was finished, she started to play with her nipple again, and walked over to him, kissed him with her breasts near his face.</div> <bR> <div> “It's getting late isn't it?”  He asked her, he knew that she wanted more, but it was at least nine o'clock and she needed to head home.</div> <bR> <div> She whispered to him in her most sexy voice, “Next time, I want to be thrown on your table with your tongue on my clit.”</div> <bR> <div> With that last sentence she walked out of the bathroom, found every item of her clothing and was dressed in five minutes.</div> <bR> <div> “I'll walk you out,” he offered.</div> <bR> <div> “Naw I'm good.  So, you're going to Spencer's party Friday?”  She asked him.</div> <bR> <div> “Yeah,” he answered her question. He put his shirt back on anyways and walked her out to her car.  “Is there anything I need to know about it?”</div> <bR> <div> “He asked you to arrive early didn't he?”  She asked him, with wide eyed look on her face until he nodded.  “Well, be ready, because this is when it gets wild.  One word of advice; be honest with him, he's okay If you say no. He won't fire you or diss you later when you're up for a permanent position.”</div> <div>  </div> <div> He wanted to ask her what she was talking about; instead she kissed him and got into her car.</div> <bR> <div> He had a hard time sleeping that night, wondering about what Spencer was going to ask him to do at Friday's party.  He always thought he was cute, thinking about Spencer and Lisa frustrated him.  He fantasized fucking Lisa inside Spencer's office, with her back to him, his hard cock in her tight ass.  He masturbated before falling asleep.</div> <bR> <DIV ALIGN="LEFT"></DIV> <div> <B>END OF THE INTERN PART I</B></div> <div> <B>-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------</B></div> <div> <A HREF="theboardwalk.html" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Boardwalk"><U>The Boardwalk</U></A>   |   <A HREF="teacherspet.html" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Teachers Pet"><U>Teachers Pet</U></A>   |   <B>The Intern Part I</B>   |   <A HREF="theinternpart2.html" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Intern Part II"><U>The Intern Part II</U></A></div> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>