The Interns

For adults only! If you cannot separate fantasy from reality this story is probably not for you. While the story is based on some "life experiences," it also is embellished with fantasy. Enjoy!!!

The Interns

Chapter I—The Interview

Lynn Langley was on her way to her interview. She had waited for this day since January. It was now June, and the internship she had applied for at the beginning of 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 the things she had been studying the last 3 years into practice. She was a very beautiful 26 year old young lady. She had a beautiful athletic figure that she took pride in by going through her daily workouts. She was also engaged to a young man who was getting his law degree this year. So she thought to herself, she had everything in the world going for her. All she had to do was get through this interview, get this internship for which she would earn credits toward her last year in law school.

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

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

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

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

“Well, just wait here for a moment until I check the name plate on the door please,” Lynn said to the cab driver.

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

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

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

“Oh yes,” replied the voice. “You are expected. Please push the button on the right of the intercom. That will release the door lock and you can let yourself in. Please be sure to push the door tight behind you to make sure it is locked. Then walk 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 and she let herself in. Then she turned and pushed the door hard behind her to make sure it was locked. Now Lynn started down the long hallway. The hallway was very dimly lit and Lynn started to wonder if indeed she was in the right place. She thought somehow, this doesn’t seem right. But this internship was a very much sought after position so she made up her mind that she wasn’t going to be deterred. After what seemed like a 100 yard walk down the hallway which was lined on both sides with file cabinets, she saw the office on her right. The door was closed but there was a bright light on inside. She knocked and a girl’s voice said: “Come in, please.”

Lynn opened the door and entered what looked like a small reception area. Behind the desk was a very attractive lady whose voice she soon recognized as the intercom girl. Lynn guessed she must be about 30 years old.

“Hello, said the lady. “My name is Ann. I am Ms. Barker’s receptionist and personal secretary,” then she paused and added “among other things” adding the last phase somewhat as an after thought. “Ms. Barker has been expecting you. She has all of your paper work on her desk. Please have a seat and I will see if she is ready for you.”

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

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

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

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

As Ann walked over to the coffee pot 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 heels must be at least 10 inches high. Lynn thought Ann appeared to be about five foot eight or nine inches tall so the heels on her shoes made her appear even taller. She had very nice breasts, about 36C Lynn surmised, that seem to bounce and sway as she walked. No doubt about it. She certainly doesn’t wear a bra.

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

“Thank you,” replied Lynn. Lynn also took notice that Ann was wearing what appeared to be some kind of a sack dress without any kind of style to it. It was made of a sheer white cotton material that when in the correct light would almost appear transparent. It started at her neck like a turtle neck and ended up about four 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, from neck to the peak of her breasts slope out in a steep angle and then slope back in to her narrow waist. When she faced Lynn, her breasts jutted out prominently and Lynn could clearly see the outline of her nipples as they extended toward the sheer material of the dress. The dress also was high enough above the knees to show her very shapely legs to anyone who cared to observe them. “She certainly didn’t hide much”, Lynn thought. The dress Ann was wearing also showed very clearly the outline of her ass as it swayed back and forth when she walked and it prompted Lynn to wonder if she was wearing panties since she couldn’t see a panty outline and she was sure this type of dress would show just about anything that was underneath it. As Ann handed Lynn her coffee, Lynn also noticed that Ann had a thick silver bracelet on each wrist with the letters “T.B.” very prominently displayed in black letters on the bracelets. There were also two embroidered emblems on her chest, just above each breast with the initials “T.B.” again written in black. Just as Lynn was trying to figure out the initials, there was a voice on the intercom.

“Send Miss Langley in now” said the voice.

“Yes Ma’am,” answered Ann.

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

Tamala Barker sat behind her luxurious large desk. She was excited just with the expectations of conducting this interview. She had been reviewing law student applicants since January. She looked down at the paperwork on her desk and started to review the summary outline on Miss Langley again. This was the end product of extensive questionnaires that Lynn had filled out when she applied for this internship and also an FBI extensive background check. “Lynn Langley, age 26, third year law student, dark brown hair, brown eyes, breast size 34C, waist 28 inches, weight 120 lbs.” Through her mind’s eye, Tamala was already thinking of the “improvements” she would have to make to satisfy herself when and if she acquired this newest acquisition. This was the part of finding a slave that she liked most. The hunt, the capture, and finally the acquisition. Tamala kept reading the summary: “Applicants Family History—Mother died when she was 10 years old; father was killed in an auto accident; inherited a large trust fund set up by father; college was prepaid by trust fund.” Tamala sat back in her chair thinking to herself. “Looks like this little white bitch had it made all her life.” Tamala was an African American female. She had to struggle all her life. She worked two jobs to put herself through law school and now, finally she was at the top of her game. She had an iron clad, long term contract with the U.S. Government to review all government contracts coming up for renewal. She was also in the process of buying the building they were in. This is where all the government contracts were stored and she was also paid a handsome fee for storing them. Tamala had married when she was 24 years old. The marriage lasted only 6 months and ended up in a divorce. She was pretty despondent at the time the marriage ended. That lasted until she met Dr. Mary Mercy. Dr. Mercy was a female African American medical doctor and also had a PhD in psychiatry. Tamala had met Dr. Mercy while she was going through this desponded stage of her life. Dr. Mercy took Tamala under her wing and it wasn’t long before Dr. Mercy made Tamala realize that she was beautiful enough to have any thing she wanted. Soon after that they became not only best friends but lovers as well. As her office door was opening, she knew that would be Lynn Langley entering. She quickly flipped on the intercom and said: “Ann, did Miss Langley have her coffee?”

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

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

“Yes, Ma’am, I put the favorite pellet as you instructed in her coffee,” Ann’s obediently answered.

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

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

“Are you prepared for your interview,” asked Ms. Barker.

“Yes, I think I am,” answered Lynn

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

“OK,” answered Lynn

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

“Do you have a problem,” asked Ms. Barker.

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

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

“Uh, no……no I don’t” answered Lynn.

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

Lynn was startled. “My chair, is that what she said?, She expects me to sit in this little chair?” No one had ever talked to her like that. Her first impulse was to leave right now. She just couldn’t believe someone who she met for the very first time in the last few minutes would talk in that tone of voice to her. But the 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 think again and she picked up the chair and brought it over to the desk. She put the little chair down in front of the desk and sat down. Lynn’s knees were almost up to her chin the chair was so small. She had the feeling that her ass was hanging over the edges of the chair.

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

Lynn was a little frightened at what appeared to her to be a demeaning tone of voice in which Ms. Barker was talking to her. But she picked up her small chair fighting back the urge to protest, brought it to the side of Ms. Barker’s desk and sat down again. 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, she had high cheekbones that were rouged with a red blush that just seemed like a 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 through you. Her lips were beautiful, just prominent and red enough from the shade of lipstick she was wearing that you couldn’t keep your eyes off of them. 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 very stern appearance that was presented to Lynn. No wonder a person could be so easily intimidated by her mere presence, Lynn thought.

Ms. Barker got up out of her chair and 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 shoe so that certainly didn’t add anything to her height. Starting from her ankles, her legs seemed to cascade upward into very muscular calves and even more muscular thighs. Her stomach was flat and her ample breasts jutted out from her chest. Ms. Barker, Lynn knew from her biography as the successful owner 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. Barker had on a tight powder blue skirt that was just about 2 inches above her knees and when she stood up, the outline of her upper legs and ass were clearing visible. She also had on a powder blue, very sheer blouse that did nothing to hide her very black bra. You could also easily see her bronze brown skin through her blouse.

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

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

“Well we do very serious government legal work here. A great deal of the time our work is classified and that is why I must demand complete trustworthiness from my staff. All federal government contracts are stored here and it is my responsibility to review them and, if appropriate, give final approval for their renewal. Then, and only then, are they put into force. There is only Ann and myself here in this building. Depending on the outcome of this interview, we are contemplating adding a third person to my staff. Let me make it clear from the outset that I, personally, demand complete loyalty from anyone whom I grant an internship. The decision to grant an internship is mine and mine alone to make,” continued Ms. Barker. “Look at Ann. She came to me as an intern when she was 22 years old and she is still with me. And why not, she has everything she needs right here.”

As Ms. Barker spoke she continued to walk very slowly around Lynn, letting the material of her skirt brush ever so lightly on Lynn’s long dark brown hair. She came to a stop right in front of Lynn’s face. The very bottom of her skirt just touched Lynn’s forehead affording her a good view of Tamala’s legs. Immediately Lynn, for some reason, became frightened. The towering figure before her had a very strange effect on her. “Maybe it was just because she had to sit on this small chair,” she thought. Ms. Barker’s knee and calf was just two inches from Lynn’s face and Lynn’s sense’s were suddenly filled with the smell of her lightly perfumed skin. It was intoxicating and was having a strange effect on her. Ms. Barker picked up all of Lynn’s paperwork from her desk but she remained in front of Lynn looking down at her.

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

Lynn was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. She felt like a little child looking up at Ms. Barker and she could feel herself beginning to tremble. “Why was she feeling so nervous. She had always been so confident before,” she thought. Yet the sound of Ms. Barker’s demanding voice and the smell of her being so 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 desk and pulled her very large chair over in front of Lynn. She crossed her legs and 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 and Lynn 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 right in front of Lynn. As she began to speak, Tamala let her foot sway back and forth, front to back, just stopping short of touching Lynn’s nose. So far, thought Miss Tamala, this is going well. This little dumb bitch is beginning to respond to the effects of the “favor pellet” placed in her coffee. This so called “favor pellet” was actually a drug that Dr. Mary Mercy had invented. It was a “beginning” drug, used to relax a person’s resistance and heightened their sense of smell and 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 nature somewhat 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 determine the nature of Lynn, the small chair was the way to go. This created a submissive and dominant atmosphere and she could determine from the outset if this bitch could be molded to her liking. Now, let’s push the envelope a little further Tamala thought.

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

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

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

Lynn felt the toes under her chin as 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 toes touching Lynn’s chin and her skin seemed to tingle from the feeling of bare flesh. Lynn took a deep breath and the scent that Miss Tamala’s foot was giving off was beginning to have a very strange effect on her. She felt 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?” Now Miss Tamala spoke in a somewhat softer voice as her black eyes bore into Lynn’s eyes again.

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

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

“Your background check indicates that you are engaged to be married. As you know, this internship is for three months. There will be only three of us in this office and it is imperative that our legal work be done in a timely manner. This could entail working on 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 Tamala asked this question she put an emphasis on the word “boyfriend.”

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

“But what,” Miss Tamala’s voice was harsh again, “do you have something you do not understand about ‘yes’ or ‘no’ answers? Is there something your student brain does NOT understand about an order to answer yes or no?” The smile 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’s lower lip.

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

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

Miss Tamala was smiling again now at seeing Lynn stammering. After hours and hours of reading Lynn’s background check, after hours of studying the pictures of the last ten applicants and reading their answers to the many questions they were asked on the mail-in questionnaires 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. “Before she was through”, she thought, “this white bitch would be hers”. She was becoming more and more confident now. She was getting an overpowering feeling in her loins and she could begin to feel the moisture build up between her legs. It always did when she was making an “acquisition.” Lynn’s submissive tears were starting to drip from the corners of her eyes and run slowly down her face. “NOW”, Tamala’s brain told her . . . “NOW” . . . let’s see what this bitch is made of. She put her big toe right on Lynn’s lips and began to push softly, then a little harder, and still a little harder.

“OPEN.” Lynn heard the voice high above her. Lynn’s lips parted ever so slowly. Then Miss Tamala’s big toe was completely in Lynn’s mouth. “Suck on my toe like it is a pacifier.”

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

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

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

Lynn’s brain told her not to fail this time. Now she just had to please Miss Tamala. This might be her last chance to make an impression on her. She doubled her efforts at sucking. She was running her tongue under the toe, around the toe and all the while she was squeezing her lips and unsqueezing her lips just as she thought a baby might use a pacifier. Besides, Miss Tamala’s toe had a unique taste to it and it was making something stir inside of Lynn.

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

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

Miss Tamala was pleased so far. It made her so happy and horny to see this little white thing sitting in her tiny chair, with her knees almost up to her chin and a bronze foot on her 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 was increasing. She pushed a little harder on the four toes remaining outside of Lynn’s mouth so that the toenails made a little indentation on Lynn’s cheek and again sat back for a moment to admire the contrast of her bronze brown foot on the white skin. It was at this point that Miss Tamala decided to give Lynn an ‘advanced test’ to see if she was worth keeping and spending the time to train the way she wanted her.

“Open your mouth as wide as you 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 automatically descend to her own mound as she felt a new sensation between her legs. Her mouth opened and she stretched it obscenely as far open as she possibly could and 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 was open wide Miss Tamala pushed all of her toes inside of Lynn’s mouth. “Close your mouth now.”

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

Miss Tamala let this go on for a while longer, moving the foot that was in Lynn’s mouth from side to side, 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.” When she moved her foot from side to side, she would say “no.” It was as though she was teaching Lynn a new language, how she wanted her to speak. Without taking her foot out of Lynn’s mouth she reached down and 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 thigh so that Lynn could feel the heat and moisture that was there and also the curly pubic hairs peeking out from underneath her panties and extending down on Miss Tamala’s upper thigh.

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

“Open,” came Miss Tamala’s voice and Lynn’s mouth immediately opened. Miss Tamala slowly removed her foot from Lynn’s mouth. She kept her foot just above Lynn’s face.

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

All the while Lynn didn’t move an inch. She felt as though she was floating somewhere. The feel of the bare wet foot on her face , the toes she had just had in her mouth, the toes her tongue had just sucked on. Something in her brain kept repeating over and over again . . . “good, good . . . yes, yes . . . love, love . . . obedience, obedience.”

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

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

Lynn responded by tasting the juices offered to her. The taste was strong, musky and somewhat salty, all at the same time. But just the thought that she was actually tasting another woman’s pussy 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 her face. “Oh good”, Lynn thought, she is finally pleasing Miss Tamala and this only added to her own excitement. “Miss Talama is happy with her. Miss Tamala is happy with her”, she kept thinking over and over again as she now hungrily lapped at the fingers.

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you Ann,” Lynn said as she realized that her eye makeup had been ruined and her face was still wet with her own slobber. Her face began to redden with embarrassment when Ann came over to her, hugged her gently and kissed her on her lips.

“Don’t worry, we are like family here,” Ann said. And then she added, “among other things. Be here tomorrow at seven and I will go over some of Miss Tamala’s rules for orientation.”