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(Ff, nc, exh, mast) *** Polly Richards was a pretty young nerd with mid-length blonde hair tied into a ponytail and large rimmed glasses, their frame bent because she couldn't afford to repair them. Her thin body was slightly rounded in the right places... but she had no time for romance. Her family was living paycheck to paycheck after both her parents lost their jobs and having trouble finding new ones. To help the family, both Polly and her older brother took part-time jobs. While her brother was doing well working copy at the local newspaper, Polly was having a lot more trouble. She was barely fourteen and the working world was incredibly overwhelming for her. Her nervousness and clumsiness was becoming a hindrance to her. In the last month alone, she had worked at a grocery store, a movie theater, a toy store and a fast food restaurant. Each time, a series of bumbling mistakes had cost her the job. Now she was working at a bookstore and was struggling under the watchful eye of her harsh young boss, Ms. Sharpe. Ms. Sharpe was a tall, beautiful, intimidating woman. Her icy, harsh gaze intensified her angular features. She was a difficult taskmaster, often belittling her young employees. She seemed to take a particular interest in hassling her nervous young clerk, Polly Richards. One Friday evening Polly was working at the store, trying her best not to screw up. After she frantically finished a sale, a sort man came up to her register. He held up a book, "Do you have this in hardback?" he asked. Polly nodded, "Yes, one second." She dashed toward the back of the store, found the book and headed back toward the front. When she returned, the man was gone and her cash register was empty. She stared at the empty cash drawer in rapt horror. There was almost five hundred dollars in her register before, and now it was gone. Just then, a shadow loomed over Polly, "Miss Richards..." Ms. Sharpe hissed, "what's going on here?!" <><><><><><><> Polly was sitting in a chair in the center of Ms. Sharpe's office while the sadistic woman was circling the teen. Tears were welling in Polly's eyes. "I am very disappointed in you, Miss Richards." "I'm sorry." Polly said weakly. "Sorry doesn't cut it." Ms. Sharpe hissed, "I thought you knew better than to leave an open register unattended!" She shook her head, "No wonder this is your fifth job in four weeks. I don't know what I was thinking by hiring you." Ms. Sharpe say down in her chair stared at Polly. "I'm afraid my only option is to terminate your employment." Polly started crying, "Please Ms. Sharpe," she sobbed, "I need this job... my family needs the money!" She shook her head, "My hands are tied." She turned toward her desk and started filling out the forms for termination. "I'll do anything!" Polly said. A wicked smiled spread across Ms. Sharpe's face. "Anything?" She put her pen down and turned toward the young girl. "I have been looking for a personal assistant..." She carefully examined Polly's thin young body, "you just might be the right one for the job." "What do I have to do?" Polly whispered. "Very little." Ms. Sharpe rose from her seat and walked behind the young girl. She put her hands on her shoulders, "You just have to help me with any problems I might have." She bent down and licked Polly's right ear. The young girl jumped up in surprise, "What are you doing?!" she shrieked. She would have dashed out of the room, but Ms. Sharpe was blocking the door. "It's all part of the new job." She started moving slowly toward Polly, "Now you can take this generous offer..." She stepped to one side and opened the door, "or take your chances somewhere else." Polly wanted to get away, but she knew that this might be her last chance to help her family. Polly closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay." she whispered. Ms. Sharpe smiled as she closed and locked the door. She sat down in her chair and crossed her long legs. "Come to me." Polly bit her lip and slowly approached Ms. Sharpe. "Take off your shirt." Polly's heart was pounding as she unbuttoned her flannel shirt. Ms. Sharpe watched intently as Polly slid the shirt off her shoulders. "Give it to me." Polly handed her shirt to Ms. Sharpe and the older woman draped it over the back of her chair. "Now, your pants." Polly hesitated for a moment, then unzipped her pants and let them drop to the ground. Ms. Sharpe gazed at the terrified fourteen-year-old, her small, fleshy breasts and soft, girlish pussy quivering within her white cotton bra and panties. "You're a virgin, aren't you?" Ms. Sharpe asked. Polly nodded. "Good." Ms. Sharpe ran the side of her high- heeled shoe along Polly's smooth leg. "Take off you're bra. A few tears escaped Polly's eyes as she clumsily unfastened her bra. Ms. Sharpe licked her lips as the A-cups fell to the floor revealing her tiny breasts and large, erect pink nipples. She stared at Polly's swollen camel toe. "Now your panties." Polly slid her panties down over her hips and let them fall to the floor. "Give them to me." Polly stepped out of her panties and handed them to Ms. Sharpe. The older woman held the white cotton to her nose and smelled the girlish musk. She could feel her own twenty-eight-year-old womanhood growing hot. As Ms. Sharpe put the panties in the pocket of her skirt, she asked the girl another question. "Do you ever touch yourself?" Ms. Sharpe asked. Polly was at the brink of tears. She masturbated occasionally, but she was too embarrassed to tell anyone. She nodded. "Very good..." Ms. Sharpe said, "why don't you show me how you do it?" Polly lowered her hands to her sparsely haired vagina and started touching her quivering clit. She turned her head as she started stroking her bud. Ms. Sharpe kicked her softly in the leg. "Look at me while you do it!" Polly made eye contact with Ms. Sharpe as she continued rubbing herself. Even though she was terrified and humiliated, Polly could feel a familiar warmth growing inside her belly. Ms. Sharpe's vagina was steaming as she watched the young girl play with herself and listened to her guttural moans. Suddenly, Polly's body began to spasm and her moans and squeals grew louder. Ms. Sharpe smiled as she saw a glistening stream of womanly juices trickle down Polly's thigh. After a short time, Ms. Sharpe stood up, "You did good today... get dressed." Polly quickly pulled up her pants and put on her bra. Ms. Sharpe handed Polly her shirt. As the young girl finished dressing, Ms. Sharpe laid down the rules, "You can go home now, but tomorrow... but from now one, you're not to wear panties to work... and tomorrow, put on some makeup..." she looked at the girl's hands, still wet and stick from her orgasm, "...and nail polish." Polly quickly headed for the door and unlocked the latch, "Good night, Ms. Sharpe." The taller woman sat down in her chair, "Please, call me Laura." <><><><><><><> As Polly was walking home, she felt humiliated and sick to her stomach. She wanted to quit... to get away... to call the police on Ms. Sharpe. Polly put her hands in her shirt pocket and felt something strange. She pulled out what was inside... two $50 bills and a note that read: 'Consider this a bonus'. That morning, Polly was a nervous and clumsy nerd and that evening, she realized that she had become a whore. What was worse, her new job was the only way she could think of to help her family... and she knew that she would have to "work" for Ms. Sharpe again. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 35