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The Interns

Chapter I—The Interview

LynnLangley was on her way to her interview. She had waited for this day sinceJanuary. It was now June, and the internship she had applied for at the beginningof the year was at hand. All she had to do was get through this interview.Lynn was a third year law student and she was anxious to put some of thethings she had been studying the last 3 years into practice. She was a verybeautiful 26 year old young lady. She had a beautiful athletic figure thatshe took pride in by going through her daily workouts. She was also engagedto a young man who was getting his law degree this year. So she thought toherself, she had everything in the world going for her. All she had to dowas get through this interview, get this internship for which she would earncredits toward her last year in law school.

Lynnhad been picked for this internship from out of 500 applicants. Out of the500, it had come down to the last 10 applicants and one of the 10 would beselected depending on the outcome of this interview. So she was excited asshe rode the cab to the address she had been given. She was dressed in adark business suit, with a white blouse that had little ruffles around thecollar. The clothing she had selected really high-lighted her perfect complexion.She was also wearing her best patent leather high heels and that had theeffect of showing off her beautiful legs. She was satisfied that her clothingaccentuated her beauty and this gave her a lot of confidence.

Lynn was kind of surprised whenher cab stopped at a building that looked more like a warehouse then a legaloffice. Somehow, she had expected something different.

“Are you sure this is theright address,” Lynn asked the cab driver.

“Yes it is, 69 W street, ma’am,” answeredthe cab driver.

“Well, just wait here fora moment until I check the name plate on the door please,” Lynn saidto the cab driver.

She got out of the cab, walked upto the name plate on the door. It read: “Tamala Barker, Attorney atLaw.” Well, this is the right place alright, Lynn thought.

Lynn paid the cab driver and thecab pulled away. She took hold of her briefcase, walked up to the door andrang the bell. An intercom light came on and then a girl’s voice: “MayI help you,” the voice asked.

“Yes,” Lynn answered. “Thisis Lynn Langley. I am here for an interview concerning the internship.”

“Oh yes,” replied thevoice. “You are expected. Please push the button on the right of theintercom. That will release the door lock and you can let yourself in. Pleasebe sure to push the door tight behind you to make sure it is locked. Thenwalk straight down the hallway and it is the first door to the right.”

Lynn did as she was instructed.She pushed the button, the door made a clicking sound as it released andshe let herself in. Then she turned and pushed the door hard behind her tomake sure it was locked. Now Lynn started down the long hallway. The hallwaywas very dimly lit and Lynn started to wonder if indeed she was in the rightplace. She thought somehow, this doesn’t seem right. But this internshipwas a very much sought after position so she made up her mind that she wasn’tgoing to be deterred. After what seemed like a 100 yard walk down the hallwaywhich was lined on both sides with file cabinets, she saw the office on herright. The door was closed but there was a bright light on inside. She knockedand a girl’s voice said: “Come in, please.”

Lynn opened the door and enteredwhat looked like a small reception area. Behind the desk was a very attractivelady whose voice she soon recognized as the intercom girl. Lynn guessed shemust be about 30 years old.

“Hello, said the lady. “Myname is Ann. I am Ms. Barker’s receptionist and personal secretary,” thenshe paused and added “among other things” adding the last phasesomewhat as an after thought. “Ms. Barker has been expecting you. Shehas all of your paper work on her desk. Please have a seat and I will seeif she is ready for you.”

Lynn sat down. The first thing shenoticed was that Ann was a blonde, bleached, she thought to herself. Thereis no way hair that color can be natural. She also noticed and marveled atthe size of Ann’s waist. It couldn’t be more than 20 inches indiameter. Lynn’s own waist measured 28 inches but Ann’s musthave been no more than 20 or 22 inches at the most. She also had a very nicefigure and appeared to keep herself in very good shape. Just then Ann reappeared.

“Ms. Barker will be readyfor you soon,” Ann said. “Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“Yes, black please,” Lynnreplied. “I am a little nervous so a cup of coffee would be great.”

“OK, I like my coffee blacktoo” again the same pause, adding, “among other things,” toher reply. Ann as she got up from her chair. She seemed to like adding “amongother things” to her answers in a somewhat light-hearted manner, likeshe had some kind of secret Lynn thought.

As Ann walked over to the coffeepot area, Lynn also took notice of how high the heels on her shoes were.My God, Lynn thought to herself. How can she walk in those shoes! The heelsmust be at least 10 inches high. Lynn thought Ann appeared to be about fivefoot eight or nine inches tall so the heels on her shoes made her appeareven taller. She had very nice breasts, about 36C Lynn surmised, that seemto bounce and sway as she walked. No doubt about it. She certainly doesn’twear a bra.

“Here is your coffee MissLangley,” Ann said as she approached Lynn.

“Thank you,” repliedLynn. Lynn also took notice that Ann was wearing what appeared to be somekind of a sack dress without any kind of style to it. It was made of a sheerwhite cotton material that when in the correct light would almost appeartransparent. It started at her neck like a turtle neck and ended up aboutfour inches above her knees. She wore a very tight wide belt around her waist.Ann’s breasts were large enough to make the part of the dress, fromneck to the peak of her breasts slope out in a steep angle and then slopeback in to her narrow waist. When she faced Lynn, her breasts jutted outprominently and Lynn could clearly see the outline of her nipples as theyextended toward the sheer material of the dress. The dress also was highenough above the knees to show her very shapely legs to anyone who caredto observe them. “She certainly didn’t hide much”, Lynnthought. The dress Ann was wearing also showed very clearly the outline ofher ass as it swayed back and forth when she walked and it prompted Lynnto wonder if she was wearing panties since she couldn’t see a pantyoutline and she was sure this type of dress would show just about anythingthat was underneath it. As Ann handed Lynn her coffee, Lynn also noticedthat Ann had a thick silver bracelet on each wrist with the letters “T.B.” veryprominently displayed in black letters on the bracelets. There were alsotwo embroidered emblems on her chest, just above each breast with the initials “T.B.” againwritten in black. Just as Lynn was trying to figure out the initials, therewas a voice on the intercom.

“Send Miss Langley in now” saidthe voice.

“Yes Ma’am,” answeredAnn.

“Go ahead in Miss Langley,” saidAnn, “and good luck with your interview”.

Tamala Barker sat behind her luxuriouslarge desk. She was excited just with the expectations of conducting thisinterview. She had been reviewing law student applicants since January. Shelooked down at the paperwork on her desk and started to review the summaryoutline on Miss Langley again. This was the end product of extensive questionnairesthat Lynn had filled out when she applied for this internship and also anFBI extensive background check. “Lynn Langley, age 26, third year lawstudent, dark brown hair, brown eyes, breast size 34C, waist 28 inches, weight120 lbs.” Through her mind’s eye, Tamala was already thinkingof the “improvements” she would have to make to satisfy herselfwhen and if she acquired this newest acquisition. This was the part of findinga slave that she liked most. The hunt, the capture, and finally the acquisition.Tamala kept reading the summary: “Applicants Family History—Motherdied when she was 10 years old; father was killed in an auto accident; inheriteda large trust fund set up by father; college was prepaid by trust fund.” Tamalasat back in her chair thinking to herself. “Looks like this littlewhite bitch had it made all her life.” Tamala was an African Americanfemale. She had to struggle all her life. She worked two jobs to put herselfthrough law school and now, finally she was at the top of her game. She hadan iron clad, long term contract with the U.S. Government to review all governmentcontracts coming up for renewal. She was also in the process of buying thebuilding they were in. This is where all the government contracts were storedand she was also paid a handsome fee for storing them. Tamala had marriedwhen she was 24 years old. The marriage lasted only 6 months and ended upin a divorce. She was pretty despondent at the time the marriage ended. Thatlasted until she met Dr. Mary Mercy. Dr. Mercy was a female African Americanmedical doctor and also had a PhD in psychiatry. Tamala had met Dr. Mercywhile she was going through this desponded stage of her life. Dr. Mercy tookTamala under her wing and it wasn’t long before Dr. Mercy made Tamalarealize that she was beautiful enough to have any thing she wanted. Soonafter that they became not only best friends but lovers as well. As her officedoor was opening, she knew that would be Lynn Langley entering. She quicklyflipped on the intercom and said: “Ann, did Miss Langley have her coffee?”

“Yes, she did, Ma’am,” cameAnn’s response.

“Did you put the ‘favorpellet’ in her coffee,” Tamala asked.

“Yes, Ma’am, I put thefavorite pellet as you instructed in her coffee,” Ann’s obedientlyanswered.

“Good girl whore. Now getback to work,” she told her. With this last comment Tamala made sureto leave the intercom switch on so Ann would be a witness to the interview.

As Lynn opened the door to Ms. Barker’soffice the first thing she noticed was how large it was. The whole officeseemed to have some kind of oak paneling and the smell of freshly polishedwood was everywhere. She walked over to the front of an enormous desk andsaw for the first time Ms. Barker sitting behind the desk. Ms. Barker’shead was bent over reading some papers, and Lynn saw her jet black hair thatcame down just to her neck line. As Ms. Barker raised her head, Lynn wassomewhat surprised to see that Ms. Barker was an African American. Not thatLynn was prejudiced or anything but it was just something, for some reason,she just hadn’t expected.

“Are you prepared for yourinterview,” asked Ms. Barker.

“Yes, I think I am,” answeredLynn

“Well there is a chair overin the corner. Go get it and bring it back here on the side of my desk,” saidMs. Barker.

“OK,” answered Lynn

Lynn walked over to the corner butall she saw there was a very small chair. The chair was about the size youwould find in a kindergarten class. Lynn kept kind of looking around whenshe heard Ms. Barker’s voice again.

“Do you have a problem,” askedMs. Barker.

“Well,” answered Lynn, “thereis only this small chair here.”

“Do you see any other chairsin this room other than the chair I am sitting in Miss Langley,” cameMs. Barker voice.

“Uh, no……noI don’t” answered Lynn.

“Well don’t be so dumb.Pick up your chair and bring it here beside my desk,” replied Ms. Barker, “andbe quick about it. I don’t care very much for someone who can’tfollow orders.”

Lynn was startled. “My chair,is that what she said?, She expects me to sit in this little chair?” Noone had ever talked to her like that. Her first impulse was to leave rightnow. She just couldn’t believe someone who she met for the very firsttime in the last few minutes would talk in that tone of voice to her. Butthe voice and the demanding manner in which it was delivered by Ms. Barker,beside the fact that she had wanted this internship so bad made her thinkagain and she picked up the chair and brought it over to the desk. She putthe little chair down in front of the desk and sat down. Lynn’s kneeswere almost up to her chin the chair was so small. She had the feeling thather ass was hanging over the edges of the chair.

“You don’t seem to listenvery good Miss Langley,” said Ms. Barker. “Or maybe there issomething wrong with your hearing. I told you to bring the chair to the sideof my desk, not in the front of my desk. I would strongly suggest that whenI speak you listen very carefully. I dislike repeating myself. I find thata total waste of my valuable time.”

Lynn was a little frightened atwhat appeared to her to be a demeaning tone of voice in which Ms. Barkerwas talking to her. But she picked up her small chair fighting back the urgeto protest, brought it to the side of Ms. Barker’s desk and sat downagain. Now, for the first time she had a good look at Ms. Barker. My God,thought Lynn. She is certainly attractive. Her face was a bronze brown, shehad high cheekbones that were rouged with a red blush that just seemed likea dim sunlight on her face. Her eyes were very large and the pupils very,very black in a liquid white background. They seem to look right throughyou. Her lips were beautiful, just prominent and red enough from the shadeof lipstick she was wearing that you couldn’t keep your eyes off ofthem. Every thing about her face seemed to be purposely sculptured to perfection.There was no smile and no other sign of friendliness. It was just a verystern appearance that was presented to Lynn. No wonder a person could beso easily intimidated by her mere presence, Lynn thought.

Ms. Barker got up out of her chairand right away Lynn took notice of her stature. She was at least 6 feet tall,kind of muscular but not in any way fat. She had on a loafer type of shoeso that certainly didn’t add anything to her height. Starting fromher ankles, her legs seemed to cascade upward into very muscular calves andeven more muscular thighs. Her stomach was flat and her ample breasts juttedout from her chest. Ms. Barker, Lynn knew from her biography as the successfulowner of this business, was 40 years old and Lynn thought, wore her age beautifully.With Lynn sitting in her little chair, Ms. Barker towered over her. Ms. Barkerhad on a tight powder blue skirt that was just about 2 inches above her kneesand when she stood up, the outline of her upper legs and ass were clearingvisible. She also had on a powder blue, very sheer blouse that did nothingto hide her very black bra. You could also easily see her bronze brown skinthrough her blouse.

Ms. Barker walked just in frontof Lynn, close enough to let the hem of her skirt brush lightly against Lynn’sface and then she slowly walked around Lynn in her small chair making surethat her skirt was always in contact with some part of Lynn at all times.She wanted Lynn to “feel” her presence at all times. “Soyou want to serve an internship as my assistant, do you Miss. Langley?” saidMs. Barker. “You know, I am sure, that the compensation for this internshipis $750 a week and that is a pretty good salary for a young lady in her thirdyear of law school, don’t you think so Miss Langley?”

“Oh yes, I know,” answeredLynn. “That’s why so many students apply.”

“Well we do very serious governmentlegal work here. A great deal of the time our work is classified and thatis why I must demand complete trustworthiness from my staff. All federalgovernment contracts are stored here and it is my responsibility to reviewthem and, if appropriate, give final approval for their renewal. Then, andonly then, are they put into force. There is only Ann and myself here inthis building. Depending on the outcome of this interview, we are contemplatingadding a third person to my staff. Let me make it clear from the outset thatI, personally, demand complete loyalty from anyone whom I grant an internship.The decision to grant an internship is mine and mine alone to make,” continuedMs. Barker. “Look at Ann. She came to me as an intern when she was22 years old and she is still with me. And why not, she has everything sheneeds right here.”

As Ms. Barker spoke she continuedto walk very slowly around Lynn, letting the material of her skirt brushever so lightly on Lynn’s long dark brown hair. She came to a stopright in front of Lynn’s face. The very bottom of her skirt just touchedLynn’s forehead affording her a good view of Tamala’s legs. ImmediatelyLynn, for some reason, became frightened. The towering figure before herhad a very strange effect on her. “Maybe it was just because she hadto sit on this small chair,” she thought. Ms. Barker’s knee andcalf was just two inches from Lynn’s face and Lynn’s sense’swere suddenly filled with the smell of her lightly perfumed skin. It wasintoxicating and was having a strange effect on her. Ms. Barker picked upall of Lynn’s paperwork from her desk but she remained in front ofLynn looking down at her.

“First of all Miss Langley,” Ms.Barker said, “you seem to have a bad sense of manners. When you addressme, you should remember that I am not a “you” or an “it” andI have a name. When I ask a question, I expect, repeat, expect it answeredwith respect. From this instant, if you have any intention of gaining thisinternship, you will always address me as Miss Tamala. Is that clear andunderstood?”

Lynn was beginning to feel veryuncomfortable. She felt like a little child looking up at Ms. Barker andshe could feel herself beginning to tremble. “Why was she feeling sonervous. She had always been so confident before,” she thought. Yetthe sound of Ms. Barker’s demanding voice and the smell of her beingso close was making it hard to rationalize.

“I am very sorry . . . ah,Ms. Barker, I mean Miss Tamala. I certainly didn’t mean any disrespect”.

Miss Tamala turned toward her deskand pulled her very large chair over in front of Lynn. She crossed her legsand again she was only inches away from Lynn, sitting in the tiny chair.When Miss Tamala crossed her legs, her skirt rode up another 2 inches andLynn could see how thick and muscular her thighs were. She was so close,the one foot that was crossed over her very well-formed leg, dangled rightin front of Lynn. As she began to speak, Tamala let her foot sway back andforth, front to back, just stopping short of touching Lynn’s nose.So far, thought Miss Tamala, this is going well. This little dumb bitch isbeginning to respond to the effects of the “favor pellet” placedin her coffee. This so called “favor pellet” was actually a drugthat Dr. Mary Mercy had invented. It was a “beginning” drug,used to relax a person’s resistance and heightened their sense of smelland taste. It also increased one’s sexual desires, a mild aphrodisiac.But it would only take effect if the person who ingested it was by naturesomewhat submissive. Of course, the little chair was part of the “hunt” too.Tamala Barker knew from her many past experiences, if she was going to determinethe nature of Lynn, the small chair was the way to go. This created a submissiveand dominant atmosphere and she could determine from the outset if this bitchcould be molded to her liking. Now, let’s push the envelope a littlefurther Tamala thought.

“Most of the questions I haverequire just a yes or no answer. I had a complete background check done onyou so I know more about you than you probably know about yourself. If Irequire any other type of answer I will tell you.” Tamala’s voicewas firm, her facial expression very stern and she was looking straight intoLynn’s eyes for a reaction. “Do you understand?”

“Ah…yes, yes . . .yes,Miss Tamala.” Lynn was feeling very uneasy. She wanted to say somethingelse but ….but that is not what Miss Tamala told her to do. For somereason, she just didn’t feel like resisting. So she just lowered herhead and left it right there.

“Good”, thought MissTamala. The bitch lowered her head. Her natural submissive personality iscoming out. This little dumb bitch might not require as much work as herresume indicated. Let’s see how she responds to smell. Tamala let herloafer slip off of her dangling foot and slipped her toes under Lynn’schin. Then she very slowly lifted Lynn’s lowered head with her toes.

Lynn felt the toes under her chinas her head was lifted upward. Her nostrils were filled with another odor. . . the odor of feet. Miss Tamala’s feet were bare. It was bare toestouching Lynn’s chin and her skin seemed to tingle from the feelingof bare flesh. Lynn took a deep breath and the scent that Miss Tamala’sfoot was giving off was beginning to have a very strange effect on her. Shefelt a deep sensation in her breasts . . . her nipples were becoming hard. . . why is this happening to me, she thought.

“If I grant you this internship,are you prepared to immediately take up residence in this area?” NowMiss Tamala spoke in a somewhat softer voice as her black eyes bore intoLynn’s eyes again.

“Yes, ah, Miss Tamala.” Lynnwanted to add more to the answer but her brain told her she better not. Hadn’tMiss Tamala just instructed her not to? For the second time in a few minutesLynn kept her mouth shut.

Miss Tamala looked at the expressionon Lynn’s face. She knew Lynn was fighting the urge to answer withmore then a “yes” or “no” to her questions. But sheobeyed . . . she obeyed, and that was very important to Miss Tamala and itbrought a smile to her face. Progress, she thought. I am bringing this dumbwhite bitch along just fine. Tamala took a minute to look more closely atthis pretty white young girl sitting in her ridiculously small chair. Shehas nice hair, she thought, but I will have to change it to a length andcolor that I like. Nice figure too, but her waist needs to be narrowed. Asshe was “evaluating” Lynn she was getting ready to ask her anotherquestion. She took her foot from under Lynn’s chin and very slowlylifted her foot higher until the ball of her foot was now resting on Lynn’schin with her big toe just resting on Lynn’s lower lip.

“Your background check indicatesthat you are engaged to be married. As you know, this internship is for threemonths. There will be only three of us in this office and it is imperativethat our legal work be done in a timely manner. This could entail workingon weekends and being away from family and friends for long periods of time.Does this pose a problem for you or your boyfriend?” When Miss Tamalaasked this question she put an emphasis on the word “boyfriend.”

“No . . . no . . . Miss Tamala. . . but, ah but,” Lynn was struggling now to add something, somethingshe felt she had to explain, yet her thought processes were telling her tofollow instructions .

“But what,” Miss Tamala’svoice was harsh again, “do you have something you do not understandabout ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers? Is there something yourstudent brain does NOT understand about an order to answer yes or no?” Thesmile was gone now and Tamala’s voice rose to a strict level again,like a teacher giving a young kindergarten child her first speech lessons.As Miss Tamala was speaking, her big toe put a little more pressure on Lynn’slower lip.

Lynn was beside herself. She wasbeing scolded like a small child. She felt embarrassed, like she was failing. . . failing at getting her precious internship, failing to make an impressionon Miss Tamala. It became her innermost desire to please Miss Tamala. Thecorners of her eyes were beginning to mist up.

“Yes . . . I mean no . . .I mean . . . I am sorry Miss Tamala. Yes, Miss Tamala ....” Lynn couldn’teven answer any more. It seemed like her brain had stopped functioning orshe couldn’t think fast enough . . . or something. She just hoped sheanswered correctly.

Miss Tamala was smiling again nowat seeing Lynn stammering. After hours and hours of reading Lynn’sbackground check, after hours of studying the pictures of the last ten applicantsand reading their answers to the many questions they were asked on the mail-inquestionnaires for this internship, she had finally settled on Lynn Langley.Her selection was coming to fruition. She was still in the “hunt” phase,but it was going just fine and this made her extremely happy and excited. “Beforeshe was through”, she thought, “this white bitch would be hers”.She was becoming more and more confident now. She was getting an overpoweringfeeling in her loins and she could begin to feel the moisture build up betweenher legs. It always did when she was making an “acquisition.” Lynn’ssubmissive tears were starting to drip from the corners of her eyes and runslowly down her face. “NOW”, Tamala’s brain told her .. . “NOW” . . . let’s see what this bitch is made of. Sheput her big toe right on Lynn’s lips and began to push softly, thena little harder, and still a little harder.

“OPEN.” Lynn heard thevoice high above her. Lynn’s lips parted ever so slowly. Then MissTamala’s big toe was completely in Lynn’s mouth. “Suckon my toe like it is a pacifier.”

Without even thinking, if she waseven capable of thinking at this juncture, Lynn closed her lips around thatbig toe. She brought her tongue into play and began to suck, suck just likeshe remembered babies sucking pacifiers.

“Since in my judgment, andof course, my judgment is the only one that counts, you have not learnedhow to answer questions with a ‘yes’ or ‘no’ response;I have decided to find another use for your mouth.”

Miss Tamala was smiling again asshe looked down at this white bitch with her toe in her mouth. What a beautifulcontrast between the dark color of her foot and the whiteness of this bitch’sface. “Let’s see if you at least know how to use a pacifier” shesaid as she left out a little giggle.

Lynn’s brain told her notto fail this time. Now she just had to please Miss Tamala. This might beher last chance to make an impression on her. She doubled her efforts atsucking. She was running her tongue under the toe, around the toe and allthe while she was squeezing her lips and unsqueezing her lips just as shethought a baby might use a pacifier. Besides, Miss Tamala’s toe hada unique taste to it and it was making something stir inside of Lynn.

“Now when I ask you a questionyou will shake your head up and down for a ‘yes’ answer and backand forth for a ‘no’ answer,” Miss Tamala continued. “Doesyour stupid brain understand that?”

“Mmmm . . . mmmm…,” camea little sound of Lynn’s voice as she shook her head up and down fora ‘yes’ answer.

Miss Tamala was pleased so far.It made her so happy and horny to see this little white thing sitting inher tiny chair, with her knees almost up to her chin and a bronze foot onher face and the big toe between those red lips. Now this was fun, she thought.This is what I live for. The wetness between Miss Tamala’s thighs wasincreasing. She pushed a little harder on the four toes remaining outsideof Lynn’s mouth so that the toenails made a little indentation on Lynn’scheek and again sat back for a moment to admire the contrast of her bronzebrown foot on the white skin. It was at this point that Miss Tamala decidedto give Lynn an ‘advanced test’ to see if she was worth keepingand spending the time to train the way she wanted her.

“Open your mouth as wide asyou can,” Lynn heard the authoritative voice of Miss Tamala.

Without a second thought Lynn complied.Her whole body trembled at this order. Her right hand seemed to automaticallydescend to her own mound as she felt a new sensation between her legs. Hermouth opened and she stretched it obscenely as far open as she possibly couldand the funny thing is she felt good about it. Oh yes, it felt evil . . .but good! Besides, she wanted Miss Tamala to be pleased with her

As soon as Lynn’s mouth wasopen wide Miss Tamala pushed all of her toes inside of Lynn’s mouth. “Closeyour mouth now.”

Again Lynn didn’t hesitate.She closed her mouth which was somewhat difficult because her lips were totallystretched from side to side. As she ran her tongue back and forth acrossall the toes the taste in her mouth was musky and a little salty. But forsome reason she felt a tingle of pleasure because she was doing as she wastold, doing as she been instructed.

Miss Tamala let this go on for awhile longer, moving the foot that was in Lynn’s mouth from side toside, then up and down, totally enjoying her power over this white bitch.Every time she would move her foot up and down she would say “yes.” Whenshe moved her foot from side to side, she would say “no.” Itwas as though she was teaching Lynn a new language, how she wanted her tospeak. Without taking her foot out of Lynn’s mouth she reached downand took Lynn’s left hand which was free and placed it under her skirt,just high enough on her thigh where her crotch met the beginning of her thighso that Lynn could feel the heat and moisture that was there and also thecurly pubic hairs peeking out from underneath her panties and extending downon Miss Tamala’s upper thigh.

Lynn was breathing heavier now.She had her eyes fixed on Miss Tamala’s legs and was transfixed onher thighs. They were so powerful, Lynn thought to herself, and she had asudden urge to touch Miss Tamala’s pubic hairs. Her brain was workingon a different level now, like for some reason she was reaching a sexualhigh by being obedient. She just slightly let her white fingers feel thecoarseness of the hairs at the junction where the thighs begin to meet MissTamala’s pussy. Now Lynn’s pussy was really getting wet as shefelt the excitement building up in her own body. The unmistakable “woman” scentcoming from underneath Miss Tamala’s skirt, of seeing herself twistingher fingers in and out of Miss Tamala’s black pubic hairs that werejust sticking out from underneath the panties, the white hand against blackskin, the coarseness of the hairs, was all taking its toll on Lynn. She beganto run the fingers of the hand she had placed on her own mound harder untilshe could feel her own pussy lips responding to her touch.

“Open,” came Miss Tamala’svoice and Lynn’s mouth immediately opened. Miss Tamala slowly removedher foot from Lynn’s mouth. She kept her foot just above Lynn’sface.

“Close,” and Lynn respondedby closing her mouth. Miss Tamala’s toes were covered with saliva fromLynn’s mouth. Without saying a word, she began to rub her toes on Lynn’sforehead, then pushed her big toe softly on Lynn’s eyes, first theleft one and then the right one making her eye makeup streak somewhat. Herfoot moved down until she rubbed first Lynn’s right cheek, then herleft cheek. Everywhere her foot went it left wet traces of Lynn’s salviauntil her face was soaked with her own spit.

All the while Lynn didn’tmove an inch. She felt as though she was floating somewhere. The feel ofthe bare wet foot on her face , the toes she had just had in her mouth, thetoes her tongue had just sucked on. Something in her brain kept repeatingover and over again . . . “good, good . . . yes, yes . . . love, love. . . obedience, obedience.”

Miss Tamala reached underneath herskirt, took Lynn’s hand that had been so close to her pussy and ledher fingers under her panties until Lynn’s first two fingers were abouta half inch into Miss Tamala’s pussy. Miss Tamala moved Lynn’sfingers around until she was satisfied that Lynn had a good feel of her pussyand its heat and wetness. When she was sure that she had coated Lynn’sfingers abundantly with her pussy juices, she took Lynn’s hand outfrom underneath her skirt but still held on to her hand. She put the footthat had been rubbing Lynn’s face back on the floor and bend over soher own face was just about 5 inches from Lynn’s face.

Now she led Lynn’s own pussyjuice soaked hand up to Lynn’s face and rubbed the fingers on Lynn’slips. “Taste bitch,” she said to Lynn.

Lynn responded by tasting the juicesoffered to her. The taste was strong, musky and somewhat salty, all at thesame time. But just the thought that she was actually tasting another woman’spussy juice for the first time in her life sent her emotions into high gear.Now her own pussy was aching for relief. She never felt this way, she thought.She looked right into Miss Tamala’s eyes and saw the big smile on herface. “Oh good”, Lynn thought, she is finally pleasing Miss Tamalaand this only added to her own excitement. “Miss Talama is happy withher. Miss Tamala is happy with her”, she kept thinking over and overagain as she now hungrily lapped at the fingers.

Miss Tamala took her free hand andpatted Lynn on the top of the head like you would pet a puppy for obeying. “Goodgirl, good girl,” she said. “I have a natural ability to judgecharacter and I just knew I was right as far as you are concerned.”

“You will probably fit inhere but you will need a lot of training,” Miss Tamala continued speakingto Lynn in a matter of fact tone of voice. Now go out to Ann. She will giveyou further instructions. When you get to your room tonight, I want you tothink very carefully about this interview today. I am granting you the internshipon the condition that your orientation goes well tomorrow. If for some reason,you decide not to return tomorrow for orientation I will submit an excellentevaluation to your college, if, and only if, nothing that took place in thisroom is ever spoken of again. Otherwise I will be forced to submit a negativeevaluation to your college and you will not be able to do anything aboutit because this interview was videotaped. Now get out here. I will expectto see you tomorrow for orientation. Do not disappoint me!”

“Yes Miss Tamala,” Lynnsaid as she got up to leave. Miss Tamala smiled at Lynn’s reply. Somehowshe was confident she would return tomorrow. Then she could enter the “capture”’ phase.

As Lynn left Miss Tamala’soffice and entered the reception area, Ann was all smiles. Of course, theintercom had been left on and all that events that took place in Miss Tamala’soffice, Ann had been privy to. She quickly got up from her desk and greetedLynn.

“Oh, it’s wonderful,just wonderful,” Ann said to Lynn. “Miss Tamala just told meyou did great in your interview.” Of course, Lynn had no way of knowingthat Ann had been listening all the while.

“Thank you Ann,” Lynnsaid as she realized that her eye makeup had been ruined and her face wasstill wet with her own slobber. Her face began to redden with embarrassmentwhen Ann came over to her, hugged her gently and kissed her on her lips.

“Don’t worry, we arelike family here,” Ann said. And then she added, “among otherthings. Be here tomorrow at seven and I will go over some of Miss Tamala’srules for orientation.”