Job Opportunities

The four Summer interns hadn’t met before their first day, but quickly found similarities to encourage friendship. All were girls, all recent high school graduates, either 17 or 18 years old, all with a common if somewhat fuzzy view of the careers that interested them. They did not notice that they were each particularly attractive: beautiful girls are used to having beautiful girls around them, so it wasn’t remarkable.

There had been no mention of an office dress code, but each one had, on the day of her interview, picked up on the general tone of the place. On their first day, then, three wore a professional-looking skirt and blouse combination, with hair pulled back, subtle makeup, and modest heels. The fourth chose a dress but otherwise fell in line.

The “big boss,” as they thought of him, gathered them together and said some welcoming words. They were then turned over to their immediate supervisors for work assignments, and got busy to the best of their understanding and talents.

The second day was much the same for three of the four interns. But as for the fourth…

Her hair fell loose around her shoulders. Her makeup was night-club ready. Her push-up bra displayed her breasts to great advantage, her cleavage decorated with delicate lace. She wore a skirt that almost failed to cover her ass, so tight that every curve was temptingly spankable, slit in back for greater provocation. Thigh-high stockings wrapped her long legs but fell short of the skirt’s hem, leaving an eye-catching expanse of bare thigh between. As a final decoration after the long span of delicious, silky curvature, fuck-me heels tilted her feet and fastened around her ankles, as if to promise that they would stay in place no matter how hard the pounding.

Three girls were aghast. How could you…? What on earth did you…? You look like a…! What happened to…?

The fourth calmly said, “Didn’t you listen yesterday? Only one of us is going to be hired at the end of the summer.”

On the third day…

— Frenulum