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The job interview was not going the way Joan had wanted it to go. She had been 10 minutes later, because she did not want to get off the bus in the middle of what was then the famous red light quarter of Copenhagen. This was 1978, and more that half the shops on some streets were sex-shops.
But there she was, still a little short of breath, at a job interview for an office job at a small publishing house she had never heard of, located in a shop, three steps down, between a sex shop and what looked to be a massage parlour.
“Well, your application is not the best i´ve seen….” the man in front of her began.
“I know, sir. I was in a hurry….
“At least you hand-writing is readable…
The man locked the door. The room had a small desk in the middle and large stacks of cardboard boxes up against the walls and in front of the window.
“Married?”
“No…
“Engaged?”
“No..i am only twenty, sir..
She was wearing brown booths, a white skirt and a white cotton blouse (a bit too see-through) with an orange scarf plus a faded denim jacket. This was her first job interview after finishing the basic office module.
“Do you still live at home?”
“No, I just got my own two room apartment in Valby…she said, combing her dark blonde hair with the fingers of one hand.
“Good, that is pretty close…
The man was now sitting behind the desk, occupying the only chair in the room. Joan felt awkward, did not know where to put her hands. Finally she folded them behind her back.
“We´ve had other applicant with much more experience...” he said slowly, while his eyes were all over her body,” But...i still think it is possible that we can come to an...agreement…
She could feel how she blushed. She had seen the keys hanging from the door lock; she would probably be able to get out before he could get up and around the desk. His eyes were fixed in her tits under the thin fabric. She should have worn a bra, even though is was considered a bit uptight in those days.
“Do you think we can reach an agreement, Joan?” he said, looking at her tits. She knew her nipples were hard and very visible under the shirt.
“You..you have not really told me anything about the job...sir” she said with a voice that didn´t quite sound normal.
“You will get the minimum wage to start with...You will get to handle the mail and the phone...You will get to handle orders and run errands now and then...”
“Okay...
“Often I will be travelling, so you have to run the office on your own..
“Ohh...Okay..
“You will, of cause, get a pay raise, as soon as I know that you are worth it…
“Okay..
“Does that seem...desirable to you?
“Yes, sir…
“Office hours will be nine to five…
“Okay…
“Now...can you take your skirt off, please…?
Joan gasped loudly. Yet, she had been expecting something like this. Maybe something a bit more subtle. Unemployment figures were record high in Denmark. Especially for the youth. Had she heard the figure 25%?
“But I don´t even know your name….
“you can call me Olsen...
She nodded. The zipper sounded very loud in the small room. Then her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, picked it up, bending at her knees, and placed it on top of one of the boxes. The moral standards were different back then; every women were topless at the beach. A large news paper ran a daily nude picture of an ordinary young woman, not a professional model. She personally knew two girls who had done some nude modelling.
“I...I...did not expect to be...exposed like this” she said while trying not to smile.
“Can you take your knickers off, please..?”
“Yes, sir” she said and quickly removed the plain white cotton undies. Then she stood straight before him, her arms down her sides and her eyes fixed at a point just above his head. The man opened a drawer and took some sheets of paper out.
“I have your contract ready...you just need to fill in name and address and stuff like that…
She gasped. She had never stood in front of a man like this. At least not without him jumping at her. She stepped closer to the table, grabbed the contract and read it quickly. She was not going to make much more than she did now, on benefit.
“You will, of cause get bonuses…
“Okay…
She had squatted down in front of the table and was writing her name and address.
“I expect you to start here tomorrow at nine…
“Okay…
“But...we could start by giving you a bonus…
“Okay” she said while putting date and signature on the contract,” I could really need a bonus...i just moved...i need so many things….
She put the contract down and looked up at him.
“Not all young women would take a job in a company like this….
“Why is that?” She asked and rose. Her thighs were touching the table-top.
“We import porno from Germany…
“Okay...i did not know that…
“Is that a problem, Joan?
“I guess not…
“When we get new shipments, we check and then we re-pack everything and then a carrier comes and distributes the magazines...we have nothing to do with the….production…
“I...I don´t know anything about...porno..” she said with a shy smile.
“Good..Can you climb onto of the desk?...Yes, like that, but sit on your knees…
She began to giggle, sitting on her knees, very erect, with her thighs together. The palms of her hands were on the table-top.
“You will, of cause, need to get familiar with our various publications…
“Okay”
He leaned back in the chair and lit a cigarette.
“You are such a stunning young woman...can you part your knees a little?
She nodded. Outside, on the street, a lorry passed, making the large window rattle. She tried to get eye contact, but he was looking at her pussy.
“You know, if you want to, I could try and talk to my German contacts...If you want to earn money by having sex in front of a camera…
“Thanks...but I don´t think i´m...that...advanced...With my last boyfriend we only did two or three things…
“I won´t put pressure on you...but I am sure that you would do just fine, Joan…
Since he was smoking, she got a cigarette out and lit it, inhaling greedily.
“I am not used to have an audience!” she said softly and put a hand on her thigh, “and I think that I am too…ordinary…
“Oh, you are so wrong...With your long legs, your perfect, milky white skin and those dark, blue eyes…
She giggled and looked away.
“...With a sweet tempting pussy that drives all the guys crazy…
She laughed harder and quickly covered her groin with a hand. Then he leaned back. Without taking his eyes off her pussy, he opened the bottom drawer, got an already opened beer out and took a long, slow swig.
Joan gasped when he put his other hand around her wrist.
“You know...it doesn´t even have to be...porno...He said softly,” you know, just you...posing...naked for a few hours…
“There is so many that is much...prettier and...sexier than me” she interrupted.
“Yet the photographers and the directors keep asking for the kind of women that you see on the streets every day…
Now his hand was on top of hers. Her hand was covering her pussy.
“Not some fake model, but real women that lives real life's, and works in the supermarket or at the library or in some boring office somewhere…
She took a long, slow drag on the cigarette. One of her friend that had posed naked, had mentioned how it had been boosting her confidence for several weeks.
“Ohh...” she gasped and blinked a few times. He was gently pressing two of her fingers against her lower lips.
“You could earn really good money in an afternoon….
“I don´t really…
“Up towards a weeks pay...And you don´t have to tell the taxman…
Joan took another drag, then left the cigarette in the ashtray. In those days all tobacco-shops had several girly magazines on display and even their front pages were not exactly discrete.
“And more, if you decide to go further than just...posing a little...he said softly. She closed her eyes. As her middle finger began to caress her lower lips. Then she glanced quickly at him, but he was looking at her pussy. She closed her eyes.
“Are you getting wet, Jenny?
“Joan...she said with a whisper. The tip of her finger was between the lips now, slowly caressing herself.
“Well, are you?
“A...a little..
“Good...go on, Joan…
She moaned softly as the fingertip disappeared inside her. Why did this have to excite her?
He was holding her around her wrist now, not letting her move her hand.
“You have talent for this” he said. Then she could hear him drinking again and then the sound of the beer bottle being put away somewhere. She twitched when he put his other hand on her hip. She opened her eyes and finally caught his gaze.
“Are we...going to….make love? She asked, the last part hardly above a whisper.
“No…
“Oh…
“But I am planning to fuck you, Joan…
She gasped as her faced turned red. Why had she said something so stupid as “make love” about a situation like this?
“You can make love to your boy-friends, but in this trade, we call it fucking…
“Okay, boss…
She lowered her eyes, looked at a point next to the man while her middle finger slowly kept sliding in and out.
“I think most women are exhibitionists….they like to be watched, at least some of the time…
“Aha…
His hand slowly ran up her side, under her blouse.
“And a lot of women needs a little help before they realize that….Want to...use two fingers now?
“Okay” she said and closed her eyes again.
“Did your boy friend ever ask you to do this?”
“No!..of cause not! She said while slowly masturbating. As far as she had known, he had never even suspected that she knew how to. His hand reached her left breast. His large, warm hand closed softly upon it.
“Tell me, Joan...are you one of these...feminists?
“Well...to some extend..yes” she said, a little confused.
“But i´m sure that you want your man to take control of you when it comes to fucking….
She opened her eyes and giggled. Two of her fingers were buried knuckle deep in her pussy.
“Well...it usually works best, if the most...experienced part is in control, don´t you think?
“Good...we are on the same page...now, sit down…
With some difficulty, she got her legs out from under her.
“But that doesn´t mean that my next boy friend should expect me to do all the work around the house...” she said and crossed her ankles behind his head.
“Perhaps we should take a few test pictures…
“No...not today…
She took her blouse off and threw it on the chair she had been sitting in just minutes before. Her breasts were small but pointy and the dark nipples were hard. There was colour on her cheeks. He took her hand and slowly sucked on the fingers that was wet with her juices. She was breathing heavily through her mouth now.
“But...”she said, trying not to smile,” we can pretend that you are the director...telling me what to do in front of your camera…
Then she leaned back, lay on her back across the messy desk, with her legs spread wide and the ankles still crossed behind his head. She was naked, apart from her brown leather booths.
“You know, you are good, Joan, but are you...lewd enough?
He gently closed her hand but let the middle finger out. Drew figures on her belly with it, made circles around her navel while slowly working his was down her body. She closed her eyes, tried not to smile too obviously. The finger drew figures on both her thighs, high up, on the insides.
“Do you like to have your little cunt licked?
“Yes...of cause!
“Good..but you have to do something first…
She gasped. He was making her finger draw smaller and smaller circles around her arse hole.
“I...i am not sure I want to...try that…
“Come on, it is just a finger...”he said and kissed the skin above her hairline, “But if you don´t want me to lick you…
Joan moaned softly as her fingertip slid up her rear.
“The photographers loves girls who do that on camera” he said and held her firmly around the wrist, not letting her getting other ideas.
“Just a finger…
“Yeah...at least for today...Spread your cunt lips for me…
“Your language!” she giggled, but doing liked he had asked. Opening her pussy for him.
“Ask me to do it…
“Olsen!”
“The choice is yours, Joan…
“Good...please...lick my….pussy! She said and began laughing, but slowly stopped as he began to lick her. Gave her slit a few good licks, as if he was tasting what she had to offer. Then he moved up a little, found her clitoris. That made her moan. Her boy friend had been the “licking the stamp” type.
“Can you get two fingers up?
“Yes, boss…
She had meant it to sound sarcastic, but she knew that she had failed. It sounded as if she had been on the brink of an orgasm.
“And now a finger or two in your cunt….
“Mmmmhhh….
She moved violently on the table top. She WAS coming, and with much more ease than she had ever imagined possible. Her back arced, then she collapsed on the tabletop. Lay there motionless for a few seconds. Wanted him to embrace her and hold her tight, but she could sense that that was not how things worked around here.
Then she sat up, still short of breath.
“Are you on the pill?
“Well...yes…
“Good….Turn around, Joan…
Her jaw dropped. She could really need a pause, but she was young and not much of a rebel. As soon as she stood on the floor and had turned her back to him, she could hear him opening his trousers. She parted her legs and rested hers hands on the table as he penetrated her.
“Ohhh...such a tight pussy…
He began to fuck her. Joan slid down on her elbows, let her hands clutch the far edge of the table. She managed to look at her watch. She had been in the tiny basement office for less than 20 minutes.
“You really should become a model…
She made a faint moan. Olsen was holding both her hips, much firmer than she was used to. Fucking her faster now.
“We can make all your erotic fantasies come true…
Joan tried not to yawn. She could really need a cigarette.
Faster still.
He was coming now.
“Oh, yes, Jenny…
She didn´t put him right this time.
But there she was, still a little short of breath, at a job interview for an office job at a small publishing house she had never heard of, located in a shop, three steps down, between a sex shop and what looked to be a massage parlour.
“Well, your application is not the best i´ve seen….” the man in front of her began.
“I know, sir. I was in a hurry….
“At least you hand-writing is readable…
The man locked the door. The room had a small desk in the middle and large stacks of cardboard boxes up against the walls and in front of the window.
“Married?”
“No…
“Engaged?”
“No..i am only twenty, sir..
She was wearing brown booths, a white skirt and a white cotton blouse (a bit too see-through) with an orange scarf plus a faded denim jacket. This was her first job interview after finishing the basic office module.
“Do you still live at home?”
“No, I just got my own two room apartment in Valby…she said, combing her dark blonde hair with the fingers of one hand.
“Good, that is pretty close…
The man was now sitting behind the desk, occupying the only chair in the room. Joan felt awkward, did not know where to put her hands. Finally she folded them behind her back.
“We´ve had other applicant with much more experience...” he said slowly, while his eyes were all over her body,” But...i still think it is possible that we can come to an...agreement…
She could feel how she blushed. She had seen the keys hanging from the door lock; she would probably be able to get out before he could get up and around the desk. His eyes were fixed in her tits under the thin fabric. She should have worn a bra, even though is was considered a bit uptight in those days.
“Do you think we can reach an agreement, Joan?” he said, looking at her tits. She knew her nipples were hard and very visible under the shirt.
“You..you have not really told me anything about the job...sir” she said with a voice that didn´t quite sound normal.
“You will get the minimum wage to start with...You will get to handle the mail and the phone...You will get to handle orders and run errands now and then...”
“Okay...
“Often I will be travelling, so you have to run the office on your own..
“Ohh...Okay..
“You will, of cause, get a pay raise, as soon as I know that you are worth it…
“Okay..
“Does that seem...desirable to you?
“Yes, sir…
“Office hours will be nine to five…
“Okay…
“Now...can you take your skirt off, please…?
Joan gasped loudly. Yet, she had been expecting something like this. Maybe something a bit more subtle. Unemployment figures were record high in Denmark. Especially for the youth. Had she heard the figure 25%?
“But I don´t even know your name….
“you can call me Olsen...
She nodded. The zipper sounded very loud in the small room. Then her skirt fell to the floor and she stepped out of it, picked it up, bending at her knees, and placed it on top of one of the boxes. The moral standards were different back then; every women were topless at the beach. A large news paper ran a daily nude picture of an ordinary young woman, not a professional model. She personally knew two girls who had done some nude modelling.
“I...I...did not expect to be...exposed like this” she said while trying not to smile.
“Can you take your knickers off, please..?”
“Yes, sir” she said and quickly removed the plain white cotton undies. Then she stood straight before him, her arms down her sides and her eyes fixed at a point just above his head. The man opened a drawer and took some sheets of paper out.
“I have your contract ready...you just need to fill in name and address and stuff like that…
She gasped. She had never stood in front of a man like this. At least not without him jumping at her. She stepped closer to the table, grabbed the contract and read it quickly. She was not going to make much more than she did now, on benefit.
“You will, of cause get bonuses…
“Okay…
She had squatted down in front of the table and was writing her name and address.
“I expect you to start here tomorrow at nine…
“Okay…
“But...we could start by giving you a bonus…
“Okay” she said while putting date and signature on the contract,” I could really need a bonus...i just moved...i need so many things….
She put the contract down and looked up at him.
“Not all young women would take a job in a company like this….
“Why is that?” She asked and rose. Her thighs were touching the table-top.
“We import porno from Germany…
“Okay...i did not know that…
“Is that a problem, Joan?
“I guess not…
“When we get new shipments, we check and then we re-pack everything and then a carrier comes and distributes the magazines...we have nothing to do with the….production…
“I...I don´t know anything about...porno..” she said with a shy smile.
“Good..Can you climb onto of the desk?...Yes, like that, but sit on your knees…
She began to giggle, sitting on her knees, very erect, with her thighs together. The palms of her hands were on the table-top.
“You will, of cause, need to get familiar with our various publications…
“Okay”
He leaned back in the chair and lit a cigarette.
“You are such a stunning young woman...can you part your knees a little?
She nodded. Outside, on the street, a lorry passed, making the large window rattle. She tried to get eye contact, but he was looking at her pussy.
“You know, if you want to, I could try and talk to my German contacts...If you want to earn money by having sex in front of a camera…
“Thanks...but I don´t think i´m...that...advanced...With my last boyfriend we only did two or three things…
“I won´t put pressure on you...but I am sure that you would do just fine, Joan…
Since he was smoking, she got a cigarette out and lit it, inhaling greedily.
“I am not used to have an audience!” she said softly and put a hand on her thigh, “and I think that I am too…ordinary…
“Oh, you are so wrong...With your long legs, your perfect, milky white skin and those dark, blue eyes…
She giggled and looked away.
“...With a sweet tempting pussy that drives all the guys crazy…
She laughed harder and quickly covered her groin with a hand. Then he leaned back. Without taking his eyes off her pussy, he opened the bottom drawer, got an already opened beer out and took a long, slow swig.
Joan gasped when he put his other hand around her wrist.
“You know...it doesn´t even have to be...porno...He said softly,” you know, just you...posing...naked for a few hours…
“There is so many that is much...prettier and...sexier than me” she interrupted.
“Yet the photographers and the directors keep asking for the kind of women that you see on the streets every day…
Now his hand was on top of hers. Her hand was covering her pussy.
“Not some fake model, but real women that lives real life's, and works in the supermarket or at the library or in some boring office somewhere…
She took a long, slow drag on the cigarette. One of her friend that had posed naked, had mentioned how it had been boosting her confidence for several weeks.
“Ohh...” she gasped and blinked a few times. He was gently pressing two of her fingers against her lower lips.
“You could earn really good money in an afternoon….
“I don´t really…
“Up towards a weeks pay...And you don´t have to tell the taxman…
Joan took another drag, then left the cigarette in the ashtray. In those days all tobacco-shops had several girly magazines on display and even their front pages were not exactly discrete.
“And more, if you decide to go further than just...posing a little...he said softly. She closed her eyes. As her middle finger began to caress her lower lips. Then she glanced quickly at him, but he was looking at her pussy. She closed her eyes.
“Are you getting wet, Jenny?
“Joan...she said with a whisper. The tip of her finger was between the lips now, slowly caressing herself.
“Well, are you?
“A...a little..
“Good...go on, Joan…
She moaned softly as the fingertip disappeared inside her. Why did this have to excite her?
He was holding her around her wrist now, not letting her move her hand.
“You have talent for this” he said. Then she could hear him drinking again and then the sound of the beer bottle being put away somewhere. She twitched when he put his other hand on her hip. She opened her eyes and finally caught his gaze.
“Are we...going to….make love? She asked, the last part hardly above a whisper.
“No…
“Oh…
“But I am planning to fuck you, Joan…
She gasped as her faced turned red. Why had she said something so stupid as “make love” about a situation like this?
“You can make love to your boy-friends, but in this trade, we call it fucking…
“Okay, boss…
She lowered her eyes, looked at a point next to the man while her middle finger slowly kept sliding in and out.
“I think most women are exhibitionists….they like to be watched, at least some of the time…
“Aha…
His hand slowly ran up her side, under her blouse.
“And a lot of women needs a little help before they realize that….Want to...use two fingers now?
“Okay” she said and closed her eyes again.
“Did your boy friend ever ask you to do this?”
“No!..of cause not! She said while slowly masturbating. As far as she had known, he had never even suspected that she knew how to. His hand reached her left breast. His large, warm hand closed softly upon it.
“Tell me, Joan...are you one of these...feminists?
“Well...to some extend..yes” she said, a little confused.
“But i´m sure that you want your man to take control of you when it comes to fucking….
She opened her eyes and giggled. Two of her fingers were buried knuckle deep in her pussy.
“Well...it usually works best, if the most...experienced part is in control, don´t you think?
“Good...we are on the same page...now, sit down…
With some difficulty, she got her legs out from under her.
“But that doesn´t mean that my next boy friend should expect me to do all the work around the house...” she said and crossed her ankles behind his head.
“Perhaps we should take a few test pictures…
“No...not today…
She took her blouse off and threw it on the chair she had been sitting in just minutes before. Her breasts were small but pointy and the dark nipples were hard. There was colour on her cheeks. He took her hand and slowly sucked on the fingers that was wet with her juices. She was breathing heavily through her mouth now.
“But...”she said, trying not to smile,” we can pretend that you are the director...telling me what to do in front of your camera…
Then she leaned back, lay on her back across the messy desk, with her legs spread wide and the ankles still crossed behind his head. She was naked, apart from her brown leather booths.
“You know, you are good, Joan, but are you...lewd enough?
He gently closed her hand but let the middle finger out. Drew figures on her belly with it, made circles around her navel while slowly working his was down her body. She closed her eyes, tried not to smile too obviously. The finger drew figures on both her thighs, high up, on the insides.
“Do you like to have your little cunt licked?
“Yes...of cause!
“Good..but you have to do something first…
She gasped. He was making her finger draw smaller and smaller circles around her arse hole.
“I...i am not sure I want to...try that…
“Come on, it is just a finger...”he said and kissed the skin above her hairline, “But if you don´t want me to lick you…
Joan moaned softly as her fingertip slid up her rear.
“The photographers loves girls who do that on camera” he said and held her firmly around the wrist, not letting her getting other ideas.
“Just a finger…
“Yeah...at least for today...Spread your cunt lips for me…
“Your language!” she giggled, but doing liked he had asked. Opening her pussy for him.
“Ask me to do it…
“Olsen!”
“The choice is yours, Joan…
“Good...please...lick my….pussy! She said and began laughing, but slowly stopped as he began to lick her. Gave her slit a few good licks, as if he was tasting what she had to offer. Then he moved up a little, found her clitoris. That made her moan. Her boy friend had been the “licking the stamp” type.
“Can you get two fingers up?
“Yes, boss…
She had meant it to sound sarcastic, but she knew that she had failed. It sounded as if she had been on the brink of an orgasm.
“And now a finger or two in your cunt….
“Mmmmhhh….
She moved violently on the table top. She WAS coming, and with much more ease than she had ever imagined possible. Her back arced, then she collapsed on the tabletop. Lay there motionless for a few seconds. Wanted him to embrace her and hold her tight, but she could sense that that was not how things worked around here.
Then she sat up, still short of breath.
“Are you on the pill?
“Well...yes…
“Good….Turn around, Joan…
Her jaw dropped. She could really need a pause, but she was young and not much of a rebel. As soon as she stood on the floor and had turned her back to him, she could hear him opening his trousers. She parted her legs and rested hers hands on the table as he penetrated her.
“Ohhh...such a tight pussy…
He began to fuck her. Joan slid down on her elbows, let her hands clutch the far edge of the table. She managed to look at her watch. She had been in the tiny basement office for less than 20 minutes.
“You really should become a model…
She made a faint moan. Olsen was holding both her hips, much firmer than she was used to. Fucking her faster now.
“We can make all your erotic fantasies come true…
Joan tried not to yawn. She could really need a cigarette.
Faster still.
He was coming now.
“Oh, yes, Jenny…
She didn´t put him right this time.
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