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Archive name: resume (Mdom/F, nc, blkmail, anal)
Authors name: Orestes (orestes007@hotmail.com)
Story title : Resume

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Resume
by Orestes (orestes007@hotmail.com)

 
You can tell a lot about someone by the blanks she 
leaves on a job application. The little gaps in her 
job history speaks volumes. A question left 
unanswered is like a confession of past wrongs. 
People expect me, as Human Resources manager, to 
read what's in a resume, but I've always felt that 
it's what's NOT in a resume that tells me something 
about a person.

Sarah Courtnall would be in my office in a few 
minutes, applying for a position with the company. 
What position ? Well, there's the first blank on 
the application form. Her resume shows an education 
in accounting, and several years of experience in 
the field, but she didn't fill it in on the 
application. Maybe she needs a job so badly that 
she's willing to accept a position in data entry, 
or in secretarial.

Her next blank was left in job history. A four 
year blank, in fact.

My mind filled with various scenarios. Usually 
there would be an explanation. Going back to 
school, raising a young family, whatever.  Usually, 
the applicant would explain this in her cover 
letter, which in this case was notably absent.

Finally, a real no-no. She had left blank the 
question about whether she'd been convicted of a 
criminal offense. I puzzled over this one. If she 
had been convicted, it's surely something she'd 
either put down on the application, or lie about, 
but not leave blank. If she hadn't been convicted 
of a crime, she'd surely put down "no". Was it a 
case pending ? Was she hoping that I wouldn't ask?

There were a whole host of omissions in this 
application. Personal references, contact numbers 
at her previous employer (as if that would stop me 
from calling), even an emergency contact, in case 
of illness or accident.

Of course, what's in a resume can say a lot too. 
Her address was in a very bad part of the city. A 
slum, really. Her age, 32 years old (pretty young 
to be down and out). There was an old certificate 
proclaiming her to the honor roll at her college, 
and an old reference letter from her first 
employer, praising her as "promising".

With the job market so slim, I knew that our 
advertisement would bring people out from the 
woodwork. We were one of the few local companies, 
based on our strengths overseas, that was hiring 
right now.  This put me in a position of power, 
which of course, I would never consider abusing if 
I though the applicant had any real potential of 
advancing in the company (an exercise in self 
interest, I assure you).  This girl, well, I'd have 
to see.

I buzzed the intercom, and asked Madeline to send 
in the next applicant. I stepped up to the door to 
open in a crack. I could hear Madeline down the 
hallway.

"Mr. Kowalski will see you now, miss."

This sound, followed by the hurried clicking of 
Sarah's step towards my door. I returned to my 
desk, and watched her enter the room.

The woman had dressed well for the occasion. She 
wore a coordinated blue blazer and skirt, nice 
blouse, and carried an attache case under her arm. 
The clothes were a bit out of style, perhaps a 
leftover from when she was the head of the A/R 
department of her previous employer some years 
back, I speculated.

But, god, was she nervous. I stood to shake her 
hand, and she almost tripped over herself in her 
approach to the desk. She was a skinny thing, maybe 
a little too skinny for my tastes, with a bra size 
to match. Her face was fairly nice with striking 
green eyes, but a few stress lines showed through 
the make-up surrounding them. She must have been a 
really attractive girl before the drugs took over.

That's what I decided had happened. The gap in her 
job history, the ambiguity about a criminal 
conviction, her address in a heroin infested 
neighborhood, her "almost-too-thin" appearance, 
they all pointed to a recent drug addiction. Was 
this a part of her attempt to kick the habit?
 

"Good morning," I said, "Please have a seat."

"Good morning," she replied. I think she must 
have caught on to the way that I was eyeing her. 
She seemed yet more self-conscious as she took a 
seat across from me. I know I was leering, but she 
still had legs she could be proud of.

I pulled out her application, and turned over to 
the page where I'd find what I wanted.

"There's no answer here," I started "about 
criminal convictions. Are there any?"

I sure knew how to start things off on the right 
foot. I could almost feel her heart sink as I asked 
the question. How quickly she dropped her attempted 
self-confidence was a thing to behold.

"I...uh... wasn't sure how to answer," she 
stuttered. "I mean, I ... um ... entered a court 
ordered program to treat my problem."

"That counts as a conviction," I offered. "You 
should answer `yes' to that question on 
applications."

A short pause, as the tears welled up in the 
corners of her eyes.

"What's your addiction to?" I pressed further.

"It was heroin, but I swear, I'm off of it. I've 
been clean for six months now."

"I see, and that's why you've been out of work 
for some time."

"Yes."

She was trying so hard, I almost felt sorry for 
her, but I was getting that predatory feeling 
instead. I could have this woman.

"I'll tell you what, if you're really off the 
drugs, I can do something for you," I said.

"Really," her eyes lit up.

"If," I continued, "you'll do some naughty 
things for me."

She didn't know what to say, and it showed. Her 
mouth hung slightly open in an anxiety inspired 
pause.

"Just say, `Anything you want' and we'll get 
started," I coached.

Her mouth was slow to react, but did nonetheless.

"Anything you want," she said, and it was music 
to my ears.

Just to seal the agreement, I pulled out the `New 
Hire' form from my desk. She watched as I filled 
out her particulars, and checked off `accounting' 
under `Department'. At the bottom of the page, I 
signed my name, and dated the form. When done, I 
placed the "New Hire" form face-up on my desk.

"It's right here," I said. "All you have to do 
is bring this form to the personnel office across 
the hall, and they'll finish the process."

She wanted this badly. You can always tell when an 
addict wants something badly.

"But first, let's see that body of yours."

She stood, still self-conscious. She began to 
unbutton her blazer.

"That's not sexy enough," I interrupted. "I 
want a strip tease."

She looked downwards, and began to do a little 
strip tease for me. Not bad really, not 
enthusiastic, but not bad. I think it really 
bothered her to be doing it in her nice outfit. I 
was loving it. I loved getting that good first 
glimpse of her bra, that first look up her skirt to 
see her little cotton panties. By the time she got 
to taking her bra off, and stepping lewdly out of 
her panties, I was hard as a rock.

I pulled open another desk drawer, and removed a 
tube of lubricant.

"Lube up your ass," I demanded. "Bend over the 
desk, and lube it up good for me."

She looked at me pleadingly.

"Not in the ass," she begged.

I just held out the tube for her, and allowed 
desperation to make her decision. God what a nice 
view. I told you she still had great legs, and her 
ass was wonderful. It was pure pleasure to see her 
bent at the hips over the edge of my desk, with her 
middle finger pushing lubricant up her ass for me.

"Keep working it in there," I said. "I need to 
get ready too."

From where I was, I was in good position to reach 
her face. I unzipped myself, and pulled out my 
cock. Now, I'm not going to say I've got an eleven 
inch dick. In fact, I'd say it would be just 
slightly above average, and I'm a fairly big guy 
anyhow. It is, however, good and thick. I stood and 
slapped it against her lips in an unspoken command. 
She took it.

"Mmmng, that's a good little cock sucker. Get it 
ready so I can fuck your ass."

She was pretty good at this too... I wondered if 
she had turned a trick or two to support her habit. 
I watched as she continued to work her fingers in 
and out of her tight little ass with the lubricant. 
Obedient too, I liked this girl.

I pushed my cock further into her mouth, until 
she began to gag.
 
"Keep on sucking," I warned her. She did.

When I'd had my fill, I pulled out and remained 
with my cock positioned in her face for a while.

"Lick my balls."

She worked my balls gently in her mouth, all the 
while lubricating her ass. I was getting a bit 
overheated, and stopped her short.

I retrieved a condom from my desk drawer. There was 
no way I was going to risk getting a disease from 
some junky. I began to walk around the desk, and 
Sarah froze, knowing what was coming next.

I pulled her hand away from her ass, and slipped a 
finger of my own in. She was nice and tight. This 
was going to be good.

Anticipation is a wonderful thing. I put on my 
condom and placed my cock at her rear entrance, and 
then paused to savour the moment. Was that muffled 
sobbing I heard from Sarah. So much the better.

Slowly at first, I pushed my cock into her ass. 
She'd done a good job of lubricating, but there's 
just no preparing for the real thing. I hear her 
gasp as the head went all the way in. I pushed 
harder now, enjoying the pressure of her tight 
little hole.

"Take it, you junky whore," I said with venom as 
I pushed all the way in. She began crying again." 
Fuck, yeah," I continued. "Are you used to getting 
fucked for money?"

I couldn't believe that I was getting close to 
cumming after just the first stroke. I tried hard 
to hold off. As a distraction, I took the time to 
lean forward and reach under Sarah to grab hold of 
one of her little tits.

When I began to move my cock in and out again, I 
knew I wouldn't last long, so I decided to give it 
to her hard right away. I grabbed hold of Sarah's 
nipple with my right hand, and gave it a nasty 
little pinch before really going to work on her 
ass. I gave her probably a dozen violent thrusts 
before feeling my balls explode.

"I'm cumming in your ass, you dirty drugged-out 
whore."

With that, I filled the condom, and collapsed on 
Sarah's back, breathing heavily. She lay there, 
sobbing quietly.

When I pulled out, went back to Sarah's front side, 
and pulled off my condom.

"Here's a little something for you," I said, as I 
discarded the used condom onto the side of her 
face. She just lay there, silently sobbing, with 
the cum leaking down her cheek.

"I'll leave you alone now, to clean up before you 
go to the personnel office. Don't be too long. 
There are some tissues in this drawer," tapping on 
the top drawer of my file cabinet.

With that, I locked the rest of my drawers, and 
went out for lunch.

I wondered how long it would take Sarah to compose 
herself. I sure hoped that the tissues would help. 
I kept them in the top drawer along with most of 
the things I'd confiscated from dismissed 
employees. Well, things like drugs, if you must 
know. Why, there must have been a week's supply of 
heroin in that drawer.

Speaking of which, it's a good thing Sarah had quit 
the habit, as I happen to know that the personnel 
office conducts mandatory drug testing on every new 
hire.

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