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Subject: {ASSM} Plunketting's Bank II - Career Coaching Clarissa (Humil, Comedy)
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The following is based upon real life characters and a real life
bank,
still trading today.  Mr Plunketting's (name changed for legal
reasons), continues to take a keen interest in his employees careers,
and further reporting on his progress in steering his venerable
institution along its successful path are available shortly from the
author.

Mr Plunketting finished his smooth cigar and contemplated the next set
of interviews and appraisals in his busy schedule.  He noted that next
up was 'Early Vocational Career Ops'.  Start them young, none of that
Harvard Business School nonsense, and get the trading in their blood
early.

'Send in Miss Perkingslite, Ms McHew', he stated on the intercom.

Clarissa Perkingslite, aged just 17, had been sitting pretending to
read 'Banker's Monthly' during the 20 minute wait since Mrs
Hackenpecker had left old man Plunketting's office.  In fact Clarissa
had concealed a copy of 'Cosmopolitan' inside the staid banking
magazine, to fool the dried up old bitch of a PA that guarded
Plunketting's office.  She had been concentrating on an article on
career building, and some of the more unorthodox methods that certain
female Hollywood stars were rumoured to have used in their climb to
the top, on the so-called 'casting couch'.

Some top names were mentioned, all heroines to the impressible
Clarissa.

She had seen her boss the totally uptight Mrs Hackenpecker leave
Plunketting's office.  She seemed to Clarissa to be as stuck up as
ever, though flushed in the face and walking strangely, as if she'd
pee'd her panties or something. Well, fuck her, I hope that she has
pissed her prissy panties, thought Clarissa as she rose to enter the
old boy's office.

'Ms Perkingslite, do come in and sit yourself down' started Mr
Plunketting, before launching into a review of her so far short career
at the firm and how he had high expectations of all his youngest
employees.  He emphasized to Clarissa that he took a personal and very
detailed interest in all his staff, not least though those on his,
'accelerated career program' that he was very keen on having her start
on immediately, should today's appraisal be successful.

'Ms Perkingslite, I take it that you are as keen as me to start on the
program.  It will of course mean an immediate rise for you, and you
will of course have more contract with me in person'.

Clarissa knew what was expected right away, 'Oh, I get it, you want me
to blow you?  OK, no problem Mr Plunketting, I really want this
appraisal to work out for me'.

My goodness, these youngsters are very forward, thought Mr Plunketting
and really eager to get on fast.  'Clearly you are new to
Plunketting's, Miss Perkingslite' he said benignly, 'just pop your
panties down and place them here on the table, and then of you would
be so kind enough to lie back on the table and raise the skirt, the
table I think you will find is most comfortable'.

Whoa! Weirdo! thought Clarissa, but replied, 'Okey-dokey, Mr
Plunketting', and in a swift movement whipped her panties over her
knees and her black shiny boots and hopped up on the table, spreading
her long legs wide and lifting her skirt.  Mr Plunketting retrieved
the discarded still-warm panties, and turned them over in his pudgy
hand for an initial inspection.  He noted with an understanding of
youth's ways that the panties were simple white cotton, with a design
that read 'Hello Kitty' on the frontispiece.

He turned over the panties in his hand and inspected the inside of the
gusset, and noted a thin creamy white stain in the centre.  'Now  Miss
Perkingslite, I can see that we are going to have to be rigorous in
training you, if you are to succeed on our program', before lifting
the panty gusset to his practiced nose and inhaling Clarissa's pussy
aroma from the slightly damp cotton.  'Although you have a most strong
natural potential', he continued as he inhaled the rich fumes of Miss
Perkingslite's youthful juices, 'vigorous, racy, and lingering, Miss
Perkingslite, a most satisfying potential', stated the connoisseur of
years of rigorous career planning.

Casting the panties to one side, Mr Plunketting turned his eye to Miss
Perkingslite's exposed pussy.  Clarissa lay back on his wide desk with
her legs spread as wide as she could spread them, lifting her buttocks
slightly, offering a clear view of her apprentice credentials.  Mr
Plunketting noted, again with his innate understanding of the youth of
today, that she had let her pussy hair run wild and natural, a thick
blond bush of pubes in a prominent 'v' shape above her pouting, moist
labia.

'Clearly there is a very full future ahead of you at Plunketting's,
Miss Perkingslite', stated Mr Plunketting, as he surveyed Clarissa's
wild young bush, and gently parted her pussy lips to inspect her
moist, pink interior, bending slightly to catch a whiff of her fresh
scent. 'Oh, good, Mr Plunketting, I am pleased', retorted Clarissa
Perkingslite, 'I am very happy that you can see my inner potential',
she said, shifting her weight so that Mr Plunketting had an even
clearer view of her exposed pussy. 'Can you let me have a taste of
what that future may be, Mr Plunketting?', asked Clarissa, deftly
moving her glistening pussy directly toward Mr Plunketting's mouth.

'Why, certainly I can try outline that for you Miss Perkingslite', and
still holding his apprentice's pussy open slurped his tongue from just
above her puckered anus, along her gaping slit, where his tongue
dipped into Clarissa's young, wet and slippery hole, before running up
and over her now erect little clitoris.  As the full heady flavours of
Miss Perkingslite's pussy melted over Mr Plunketting's tongue, he felt
a familiar stirring in his finely pressed, tailored Brioni pin-stripe
trousers, as his little cock stirred to life, and his formidable balls
twitched in readiness.

Clarissa had no objection to having Mr Plunketting lick her little
pussy.  She was a fully modern and realistic girl, and knew what she
had to do to get on in the boring world of investment banking.  She
was sure that she would be knock out, and soon be earning more than
her stuck up, uptight bitch of a boss, Carlotta-fucking-Hackenpecker.
Then she would get her own back on that dried up feminist witch.

'Clearly we will have to get you signed straight onto the program,
Miss Perkingslite, I am convinced you have the taste for every
success', said Mr Plunketting taking another long slurp of Clarissa's
pussy, 'step down this side, please and bend over, so that you can
review the documentation properly'.

'Okey-dokey! Mr Plunketting' answered young Clarissa, and accepting a
finely embossed Plunketting's envelope, obediently bent over in front
of Mr Plunketting, lifted her skirt and cheekily raised her buttocks
to enhance Mr Plunketting's view of her apprentice assets and as yet
undeveloped talents.

Mr Plunketting held Miss Perkingslite's butt cheeks apart in order to
have a closer inspection of her resources.  He particularly focused on
her little pink anus, and noted one or two delicate wispy blond hairs
surrounding it. He leaned forward and breathed in Miss Perkingslite's
musky, tangy odour and his cock now at full mast, undid his belt and
fly and unleashed it, also freeing his almighty balls.

Clarissa Perkingslite had got the envelope open and was reading
through the dull contractual papers that it had held.  She wasn't
really bothered by the small print and just cut to the chase, her corn
blue eyes lighting up when she saw that her new salary on the 'fast
track' program would be over a hundred thousand bucks a year, basic
and with access to Plunketting's famous bonus pool.  'Fucking ace!'
she thought, feeling Mr Plunketting stand behind her and reach for his
big gold pen.

As Mr Plunketting reached for his pen, his erect little cock brushed
against Clarissa's exposed pussy and ass cheeks.  'Alrighty!  Here we
go', thought Clarissa, feeling Mr Plunketting's cock slither between
her butt cheeks, 'fucking hope he gets off quick, so I can sign this
shit and get the fuck down to the mall to do some serious shopping'.

However, unexpectedly Mr Plunketting had sat back down, still behind
Clarissa, who remained bent over before him displaying her young
talents, pretending to concentrate on the papers.  'When you are
absolutely certain that you have read and understood the papers, Miss
Perkingslite, I look forward to putting pen to paper and getting you
properly on board', he said, warming his limited edition gold embossed
'Fat Boy Meisterstuck' pen in his hand, in readiness to close out yet
another satisfying contract.

Wishing to seem serious, though with her mind already down at the
mall, Clarissa replied, 'Just re-checking the small print, Mr
Plunketting - Mrs Hackenpecker has taught me always to be thorough
while at Plunketting's, Sir!'

Clarissa's innocent long-lashed eyes widened as she felt the warm
solid gold tip of Mr Plunketting's old faithful 'fat-boy' trail
between her pussy lips towards her little pink bum hole.  'Whoa! This
is getting kinder weird' she thought, as old faithful 'fat boy' came
to rest, its rounded end poised to plunge into her ass.

'Miss Perkingslite, as you are aware we are sticklers for tradition at
Plunketting's and I always close out new arrangements with the same
pen that my father and founder of the firm used', said Mr Plunketting,
and with that, Clarissa felt the 'fat boy' pop through her sphincter
and into her ass.  One or two of her boyfriends had tried slipping
their dicks into her butt, but she had never let them.  'Fat boy' sunk
about two inches into her tight little bottom, and while it felt
funny, it wasn't unpleasant, and didn't hurt her.

When  Mr Plunketting had inserted his veteran pen as far as it would
go into Miss Perkingslite's ass, he let go and left it protruding from
her bottom in readiness to complete the deal.  Mr Plunketting admired
the sight of his pen in Miss Perkingslite's undeveloped asset and
said, 'Provided you have understood the contract, I believe we should
sign, Miss Perkingslite, are you ready?'.

'Why, yes!  Mr Plunketting, I am ready!', replied Miss Perkingslite,
and with that she felt Mr Plunketting slowly ease 'fat boy' from her
bum and stand.  'You realise that the 'fast track' is a most
unorthodox career path at Plunketting's Miss Perkingslite?', he asked
and with that again Clarissa Perkingslite's eyes started wide open has
she felt the tip of what was undoubtedly Mr Plunketting's cock against
the rim of her anus, 'sort of like a back entrance to the bank',
finished Mr Plunketting and with that Clarissa felt his little three
inch cock penetrate her tight little bum.

As Mrs Hackenpecker had found out before her, while Mr Plunketting was
not well endowed in regards to his cock, his balls hung like two ripe
grapefruits between his legs, and were almost always full to the brim
with his rich sticky brew.  Clarissa Perkingslite, could feel the huge
orbs bouncing onto her pussy as Mr Plunketting dutifully reamed his
little cock in and out of her bottom.  The sensation of having a cock
up her bum was not unpleasant for Clarissa, in fact she decided that
the next time her well endowed latest boyfriend wanted to stick his
cock up her ass she would let him.  In the meantime, she could hardly
feel the intrusion of Mr Plunketting's cock in her.  While she
realised that she was being buggered, she didn't really give a damn,
so long as she signed the contract that would give her all the freedom
that she wanted down at the Mall.  First up she was going to get some
new shoes.

'I am ready to sign, Mr Plunketting', she said and reached out for his
trusty 'fat boy', uncapped it and flourished her signature onto the
contract.  'Most satisfactory, Miss Perkingslite, most satisfactory
indeed', said Mr Plunketting and with young Clarissa's signature his
great balls shuddered and he buried his little cock into his latest
apprentice and began to deliver his plentiful load directly into
Clarissa's virgin poop shute.

Clarissa involuntarily crossed her eyes, as Mr Plunketting's balls
began to deliver their load into her bottom.  She could feel his
little cock shuddering as each spurt of his rich product pumped into
her and wondered if the flow of Mr Plunketting's brew would ever
stop.  Just as she felt that her bum would explode in an almighty fart
of Mr Plunketting's cum, she saw him reach forward, grab his 'fat boy'
pen and sign next to her name on the contract.  With that the gushing
flow from Mr Plunketting's gargantuan balls ceased and his little
shrivelled cock plopped out of her back door and Mr Plunketting
quickly rearranged his trousers.

'Well Miss Perkingslite, I must say that I am highly satisfied with
the outcome of our meeting.  When you have popped your panties back on
you will no doubt be happy to inform Mrs Hackenpecker that you will
immediately start to trade under her, with close oversight from me in
person'

'Thank you, Sir', replied Clarissa, although she wasn't sure that she
wanted much more close oversight of her career.  Her bottom, though
not sore, was full to the brim with sperm and she was keen to get to
the executive female suite and blow the load out.  Then she intended
to take off early - Mrs Stuck Up Hackenpecker could wait, Clarissa was
headed straight to the mall and couldn't wait to tell her pals that
she had made it.  She pulled her Hello Kitty panties over her shiny
boots and up her long legs, and wobbled from the room.

Mr Plunketting surveyed his desk with a warm feeling of satisfaction
at another job well done.  Reaching for a Ghurkha's 'His Majesty'
cigar, he reviewed his diary for the rest of the day.  Two more
important and challenging interviews to complete thoroughly he noted,
first Mrs Latitia Lipswell, the black American head of the bank's
'Ethnic Diversity and Equal Opportunity' program, and then the head of
the yen-dollar desk, Mrs Kim Dong.

It was going to be a challenging afternoon, but Mr Plunketting knew
his duty and would carry it out to the fullest of his abilities.

IN THE NEXT ISSUE OF PLUNKETTING'S BANK, MR PLUNKETTING, PROPRIETOR,
DISCUSSES ETHNIC DIVERSITY AND EQUAL OPPORTUNITIES WITH MRS LATITIA
LIPSWELL THE FORMER CIVIL RIGHTS LAWYER AND HEAD OF THE ED&EO PROGRAM
AT PLUNKETTINGS.

COMING SOON FROM THE DESK OF JAMES HOUBLON.

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