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Copyright (C) 1999, Spangles Muldoon.  ALL Rights Reserved

   This story may not be reproduced in any form for profit or on another
website without the written permission of the author.  The author may be
contacted by writing mrdouble@mrdouble.com or mrdouble@ix.netcom.com.

   Original posting date: Saturday PM, September 11, 1999

   A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, Filename: votech.txt
http://www.mrdouble.com





   Vo-Tech

   by Spangles Muldoon

   spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com



   I'd like to be able to say that I started my own business out of a sense
of entrepreneurship, drive, and self-motivation.  Yes, I'd like to be able
to say that, but I'd be lying if I did.  I started my own business because
I couldn't find a job.  Plain and simple.  I'd also like to say that my
business took off like a rocket ship, and that I made more money than I
ever had before in my life, but of course, I can't say that, either. 
Still, I did alright.  Eventually I was able to move out of my home office
and get a 'real' office in an off the beaten path office building.  It
wasn't a bad office.  It had a small reception area in the front, a larger
office off of that, and a small conference room.  There was a supply closet
off the reception area, and a back door off of the conference room. 
Fortunately, the place came furnished, so I had everything I needed to run
the office, including a small, oval conference table in the conference
room.

   I was working on a project in the office one afternoon when I received a
visit from the vocational counselor from the local high school.  He was
looking for local businesses to hire vocational students for part time
work. I really didn't need the help in the office, and I certainly couldn't
afford to pay someone when there was no real work for them to do, but then
he told be that their salary would be subsidized by the school district. 
As I thought about it more, I decided that it might not be too bad to have
a receptionist / clerk part time, and it wouldn't hurt at all if she were a
good looking, nicely built high schooler.  I told him that I would be more
than happy to take a vocational student.  He said he would send some over
to interview with me on Monday afternoon.  He called me the next day and
told me he had five students for me to talk to.  I agreed to see one an
hour beginning at noon.

   The first candidate arrived thirty minutes early on Monday.  It was a
guy, and I knew damn well that even talking to him was a waste of time.  He
was not going to get this job.  Still, I went through the motions and got
rid of him quickly.  Number two was better.  Well, sort of.  She was a
girl, but was not the type I would want working in my office.  I don't know
if it was the pierced tongue or the green hair.  Maybe it was the spiked
dog collar.  She seemed intelligent enough, and was certainly eager, but
there was no way in hell I was going to hire her.

   Number three arrived right on time.  She was not beautiful, although she
well could have been with a little makeup, a better hairstyle, and some
nicer clothes.  She was a brunette with dark eyes.  She was about five foot
six or thereabouts, and her build was nice, but not really proportionate.
She was wearing a white blouse and a navy blue skirt.  She was nicely
tanned, so she didn't need hose.  I had the impression she was from a
poorer family.  Her name was Jana.

   I took her into my office and talked to her for about fifteen minutes. I
wasn't really all that decisive about her.  Granted, she wasn't bad, but
there were still two more coming, and I would hate to settle for her only
to find out the next one was better.  I already knew that I wouldn't make a
decision until I had seen all the candidates, but I don't think she
realized that.  I was finishing up my notes on her and I guess the silence
was too much for her to bear.  She said "I really want this job.  Actually,
I really NEED this job.  I will do whatever it takes to get it and will
work very hard when I do."

   I had to admit this girl was a contender for the job.  I think she meant
what she said, and I had little doubt that I would be doing more with her
than just enjoying the view.  I moved Jana's folder to the top of the
stack. I told her I would make my decision after I had talked to all the
applicants.  She seemed happy with that, and actually gave me a little
panty flash as she got up out of the chair.  I didn't think it was
unintentional.

   Shannon was next on the schedule, but she didn't show up.  Never did
learn why.  Fortunately, DeAnn arrived almost a half hour early, so I
started my interview with her.  DeAnn was gorgeous.  I mean drop dead
gorgeous.  Perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect build.  Long blonde hair
and the bluest eyes I had ever seen.  She was actually breathtaking.  She
was dressed to the nines.  Very business like, very professional.  No doubt
the perfect candidate.  I had pretty much decided on her as soon as she
walked in the door, but told her that I would make my decision overnight
and notify the counselor in the morning.

   When she had gone, I was sitting there thinking about it, wondering what
would be the better move for me.  DeAnn was gorgeous, and I would love to
have her around the office.  On the other hand, though, Jana had all but
promised me whatever I wanted if I gave her the job.  She wasn't nearly as
good looking as DeAnn, but she still interested me.  I wasn't sure what my
chances would be with DeAnn, but I had the impression that they wouldn't be
good.  She didn't seem like the type who would be putting out anything for
anybody without a wedding ring.

   I called the VoTech Counselor the next morning with my decision.  I had
decided to hire both Jana and DeAnn.  Jana would work mornings and DeAnn
would work afternoons, and they would alternate Saturdays.  I figured it
was the best of both worlds.  I told the Counselor that I required them to
wear a skirt and blouse or a dress during the week, but that Saturday was a
casual day.  They were set to start on Monday.

   Jana was there thirty minutes early on Monday.  She had on a blue satiny
blouse and a white skirt that struck her about mid-thigh.  She appeared to
have taken extra pains with her hair and makeup, and she really looked
pretty good.  I spent most of the morning with her showing her the work I
had for her to do.  It wasn't a lot, mainly just answering the phones and
doing some filing and some data entry.  She caught on quickly.  About ten
thirty she came into my office and said that she wanted to thank me for
giving her the opportunity.  She came directly over to where I was seated
and dropped to her knees in front of me.  She unzipped my pants and took
out my dick and balls, apparantly something she had some experience with as
it went very smoothly.  She began to kiss and lick my shaft, which sprung
to full attention immediately.  Then she took it in her mouth and really
started to work, taking half of it at first, then progressing to taking the
full length.

   She wasn't an expert, but she was certainly no amateur.  She had
definitely done this before.  What she lacked in experience, she more than
made up in enthusiasm.  I started to take her head in my hands and guide
her, but I resisted, instead allowing her to set her own pace.  I was
already close to coming, and knew that she was capable of making me finish
on her own.  I did start to move my hips in time with her motions as best
as I could.  The pressure in my balls was intense.  I knew I was going to
come soon.  I debated about warning her, but decided against it.  I did
place my hands on her head, though, as I got closer.  First, I didn't want
her to stop before I came, even though she had really given me no
indication that she was going to stop.  Second, once I started shooting, I
didn't want her to pull off until I was finished.  I picked up my pace, and
she picked up hers to match it.  When I felt my first shot begin it's
journey, I pulled her head closer to me, burying the head of my dick in to
the back of her throat.  She made a slight gagging sound as my first shot
blasted directly into her throat, then she started bobbing her head again.
I blasted a huge amount of come into her mouth, and she made a valiant
attempt to swallow every drop.  Once I had finished, she cleaned my dick
carefully with her tongue.  I wanted to fuck her now, but I was too
drained, and I knew it.  That would be tommorrow's project.

   I heard the outer door of the receptionist office open.  Fortunately,
the door to my office was closed.  Jana got up and went through the door to
the conference room, then into the receptionist area to see who it was.  I
put my equipment away and went from my office directly into the reception
area.  It appeared that Jana and I had not even been in the same room.  It
was DeAnn that had come in, almost an hour early for work.  She was dressed
impeccibly.  She had on a gray business suit that consisted of a jacket and
skirt with a white, frilly blouse.  Her hair was up.  She looked very
professional and business like.

   I took both girls into the conference room and spent about an hour
talking to them about the job and the company in general.  I couldn't help
but notice that here were spots on Jana's blue blouse.  Sperm, no doubt.  I
had shot considerably more than she could swallow, and some had landed on
her blouse.  If DeAnn noticed at all, she had no idea what it was.  Jana
left at twelve thirty, leaving DeAnn and I alone in the office.  I briefed
DeAnn on how to answer the phone, and left the office to go to lunch.  When
I got back, I spent the afternoon training DeAnn.  DeAnn remained extremely
professional, and I never managed so much as a look at a bra strap all
after noon.  Damn, she was hot!  Her un-approachableness made her even
hotter.

   I spent the next morning in the conference room with Jana, where I
fucked her three times during the course of the morning.  She let me come
inside her each time.  Of course, no work got done, and I had DeAnn in my
mind as I screwed Jana.  DeAnn got to work right on time, and again she was
looking immaculate.  Damn.  I really, really wanted her.  It went on like
that all week.  Screwing Jana all morning, and wanting to screw DeAnn all
afternoon.  Saturday was Jana's, and I took full advantage of it and of
her. Monday came, and it was back to the same routine.  I knew I had to do
something to change this.

   The next Saturday was DeAnn's turn to work all day.  She arrived right
on time Saturday morning, and was dressed casually.  She had on a tight
fitting tank top and some very tight blue jean shorts and tennis shoes. 
She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail.

   I had her busy in the reception area all morning, and I stayed in my
office making some phone calls and catching up on all the work I had put
off while I was spending my mornings screwing Jana.  The afternoon started
out the same way the morning had.  It was about two o'clock when things
changed.  I was busy in my office, and I heard the outer door open and
close.  I figured DeAnn could handle it, and that she would call me if she
couldn't, so I didn't even bother to get up.  Then I heard her scream. 
"DeAnn!" I called, "What's wrong?" At the same time, I got up and headed
for the reception area.  I stopped short when I got to the door between my
office and the reception area.  DeAnn was between her desk and the outer
door to the office.  Between her and the outer door was a man wearing a
black ski mask.  In one hand he had a gym bag.  In the other, he had a
wicked looking pistol, and he had it pointed at DeAnn.

   When he saw me, he pointed to gun at me, then back at DeAnn.  She was
scared shitless.  The man dropped the gym bag on the floor, then reached
behind him with his free hand and locked the outer door.  He flipped the
sign on the door from open to closed, then picked up the bag again.  He
pointed the gun at me again, then back to DeAnn.  "Give me all the money!"
he said, "and give it to me now!"

   "Okay," I said, "but there isn't much.  We made a major deposit last
night." "I don't care!", he said, "Give me what you do have!" I went over
the the reception desk and opened the lock drawer.  There had been no
business that morning, so the only money that was in there was what we had
to make change with.  It was less than fifty dollars, including the loose
change.  I put it on the desk for him.  He guided DeAnn over to where it
was, put the gym bag on the desk, and took the money.  "Is this all there
is?" he asked.  "Yes," I said, "We don't keep much cash here." "Where's the
safe?" he continued.  "We don't have a safe.  We don't keep that much cash
here." I replied.  He moved the gun back towards me and fired a shot.  It
missed me by a wide margin, and I knew that it missed me intentionally. 
There was no way he could have missed if he had wanted to hit me.  DeAnn
tried to scream, but nothing came out.  She was rigid with fear.  "I know
there's a safe!" he said, "Where the hell is it?"

   "Okay, okay.  You win!" I said.  It's in the conference room, but
there's nothing in it!" He waved the gun towards the conference room door,
motioning me to go in there.  I complied.  He followed, keeping DeAnn in
front of him and keeping the gun pointed at her.  He closed the conference
room door once we were all inside.  I moved to the far corner of the room
where the small safe was embedded into the concrete of the floor.  I
wondered what he would do when he found out that there was truly very
little in the safe.  I knew there was less than a hundred dollars in there.
This just wasn't a cash type business, and we really had little need to
keep cash around.  I opened the safe, and placed the money on the
conference table.  He brought DeAnn around the table and took that cash as
well.  "Is that all there is?" he asked.  "Yes.  I told you, we don't keep
much cash here." "Give me your wallet." he demanded.  Naturally, I
complied. After all, he had the gun.  "Looks like this was hardly worth my
time." he said.  Then he looked at DeAnn again.  I knew where his mind was
heading.

   He told me to go to the chair at the far end of the conference table and
sit down.  I did.  He brough DeAnn around to where I was, setting the gym
bag on the table.  He opend it and took out some handcuffs, then instructed
me to put my hands behind the chair.  He gave the handcuffs to DeAnn and
told her to cuff me.  She was shaking so hard, she had difficulty doing it,
but she managed to accomplish it after a few tries.

   He moved DeAnn back to the other end of the table and told her to climb
up on the table and stand there.  She did as she was told.  The gunman went
to the side of the conference table and sat down, still casually pointing
the gun at DeAnn.  She stood on the table, not moving.  She had not made a
sound since her intiial scream.  "Turn around", he said to her.  She didn't
move.  "TURN AROUND!!" he repeated.  This time she complied, doing a slow,
full turn.  The gunman was looking her over well, and I have to admit, so
was I.  Her nips were definitely popped, no doubt from the excitement, and
from this angle, since I was looking up at her from below, I could barely
make out the outline of her puss through her shorts.

   The gunman spoke again.  "Strip." he told her.  Again, she didn't make a
move.  The gunman stood up quickly, and pointed the gun at her head "I said
STRIP!" he repeated, "and I MEAN strip!" She kicked off her shoes, and once
the gunman saw that she was going to do what he had told her, he sat back
down to enjoy the show.  I was glad that he had allowed me to see this as
well.  I had been wanting to see her nude ever since I first saw her.  She
was moving much slower than I would have liked her to, but then I wasn't
exactly in charge here.

   She pulled her top over her head and dropped it on the table.  I was
actually surprised to see that she had on a bra.  It hadn't appeared that
she had.  It almost wasn't a bra.  It was very silky and see through, and
was the kind that had no seams or fasteners on it.  It was almost like not
having one on at all.  She pulled it over her head and tossed it to the
table as well.  Her breasts were more beautiful than I had imagined.  Very
firm.  Not a trace of sag.  Her nipples were small and very perky.  Not too
big, not too small.  Unlike many women, her nippples were exact mirror
images of each other.  They appeared to be totally identical.  She had a
slight tan line where her bikini had been during the summer.  It was
obvious that she preferred small bikinis.

   Her shorts went next, and they were so tight that she had a little
trouble working them down over her thighs.  Part of it might have been due
to the nervousness.  Once they got past her thighs, they fell easily to her
ankles.  Her panties were plain, but surprisingly they appeared to be
cotton.  The waist band said Hanes.  I thought I detected a slight
darkening at her crotch, probably from moisture, but I knew I was probably
mistaken.  She hesitated, and the gunman yelled at her again 'GET IT DONE!"
he said.  She hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties on each
side and slid them down, dropping them to her ankles.  She kicked them off
to one side, then stood again, totally nude.

   I had forgotten about the gunman for a moment at that point.  DeAnn had
a matching tan line from her bikini bottom, which for some reason I thought
was very sexy.  Her bus was trimmed into a neat furrow of wispy, blonde
hair, no doubt to keep it from showing when she was wearing her bikini. 
She stood there silently, not saying a word, and making a point to not look
at either of me or the gunman.  I glanced at the gunman, and noticed that
he was immersed in her beauty as well.  All was silent for a minute or two,
as we both enjoyed the view.  I was hard as a rock, and I would have bet
money that the gunman was, too.

   The gunman scooted his chair back and stood again.  He told DeAnn to lie
down on the table.  She did.  turned the chairs of the conference table so
that the backs of them were toward the table as he walked over to where his
gym bag was.  He dug aroound in it for a moment, and pulled out a handful
of items.  One was a black blindfold, sort of like those used by people who
sleep in the daytime.  He put it on DeAnn, and added a couple of wraps of
duct tape to make sure it didn't come off and that she couldn't see.  He
then took handcuffs and cuffed each of her hands to the back of a chair on
each side of the table, and each of her ankles to a chair on each side of
the table, making her fully spread eagle on the table top.  Unfortunately,
her head was toward me, and I couldn't see her now wide open pussy.  To top
things off, he put a ball gag in her mouth and fastened it in place.

   Once that was done, and he seemed to be satisfied with his handiwork, he
came towards me.  He stepped behind me, and I waited, wondering what he was
going to do.  I felt him unlock my handcuffs, then he motioned for me to
stand up.  He motioned towards the back entrance to the conference room, so
I stepped in that direction.  He opened the door to the back entrance, then
looked at me.  He took off his ski mask and examination gloves, then handed
me back all the money and my wallet.  He leaned over closer to me and
whispered "Okay, she's all yours now.  Remember, you have to do this at my
office next week.  I have to admit, though, that your VoTech is a lot
better looking than mine." "Okay," I replied.  I gently closed the door
behind him, making sure that it made no noise when it closed, then walked
back over to the table.

   My buddy Howie had really come through for me.  He had played the role
like a real actor.  I took a lot of mental notes about his performance so I
could use them when I did this for him the next week at his office in the
next county.  See, he was in sort of the same situation with his new VoTech
as I was.

   I turned my attention back to DeAnn.  It was going to be an interesting
afternoon.  After a few hours of filling her repeatedly with sperm, all I
had to do was sit back at the other end of the table, put my handcuffs back
on, and wait for Jana to come in at six that evening and find us.  Yeah, it
was all planned.  I had asked Jana to come by the office that afternoon
after DeAnn had left to do some extra work for me.  I knew she would be
there with bells on.  The investigation that followed would lead nowhere,
because DeAnn wouldn't be able to give them much information, and what I
gave them would be bogus anyway.

   I had a really good time with DeAnn that afternoon.  She had been a
virgin, which probably expalined some of her prissy attitude.  As it turned
out, she got pregnant that afternoon, and ended up quiting.  Jana stayed
for most of the school year until she got pregnant, too.  I never did know
if Jana was pregnant by me or by one of the high school guys she was
seeing. I had no doubt who had made DeAnn pregnant, though.

   As for the next week at Howie's office, well, that is another story, one
that I will leave for Howie to tell should he ever have the inclination to
do so.

   ---FINIS---











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