Emily's First Job

Mr Jackson must have had so many things on his mind he forgot to ask Emily how the uniform fitted, and of course she had no intention of interrupting his thoughts with such a trivial matter as an incorrectly labelled t-shirt. He walked her through the fairground, pointing out several rides, stalls and attractions on the way to what was to be her first task.

‘So this is the bar, and while it looks lovely it is one of our constant maintenance jobs I’m afraid. Are you okay with ladders?’ Ever the considerate boss, Mr Jackson had led Emily to a large silver dome made of triangular mirrors with a curved ladder fixed to the apex. The ladder had large wheels which looked designed to allow it to roll all the way around the dome. So clever!

‘Of course, Mr Jackson, I’m fine with ladders!’ she enthused.

‘Alan, please,’ he smiled kindly, ‘So, the mirrors seem to attract foliage and other detritus.’ He was pleased with his choice of words, he must seem to the tall, curvy blonde to be so erudite and articulate. At this rate it would be mere hours before he was ramming his cock up her tight cunt.

‘So you want me to pop up there and clean the mirrors?’

‘You are a very quick student.’ She looked pleased with the compliment. ‘I can tell you are going to learn a lot under me. The bar will open in half an hour, so just leave the ladder round the back when you are finished so the visitors don’t see it, then I’ll assign your next, erm, assignment.’

Emily darted up the ladder to the very top of the dome while Mr Jackson left to get on with his Very Important Work. This is going to be easy, she thought, there is hardly any mess here at all! She began reaching across the triangular mirrors to clear away the leaves, twigs and any other ‘detritus’ she could find.

‘Fucking hell, Alan!’ Bob, the bar manager slapped Mr Jackson heavily on the shoulder. ‘Is she one of yours?’

Alan and Bob stood in the centre of the empty bar staring up at the domed window. Up on the cleaner’s ladder outside the glass Bob thought the new girl looked like an angel. A really fucking sexy angel with long toned legs, grey shorts over her lovely thighs and rounded hips. Alan had given her a really small t-shirt which hugged her slim waist and made her tits look amazing, pushing them together and forward so they might take your fucking eye out. And her face was stunning. Oval shaped with high cheekbones, big blue eyes and full red lips which he would totally love to feel wrapped around his cock.

‘Did you tell her we can see out through the glass?

‘No,’ smiled Alan. ‘She thinks it’s made of mirrors.’

‘Good boy!’ laughed Bob, slapping Alan’s shoulder again. ‘You are a dirty fucker! Where did you get her and where can I get one?’

As Bob and Alan chatted they watched Emily working diligently. Often she would lean out from the ladder to reach some tiny scrap of something on the glass. Whenever she did this her shirt would slide up her tummy a little, and her full breasts would press against the glass forming two perfect circles. As she reached across the glass she would open those lips wide and poke her tongue out of the side of her mouth in concentration. At one point, taking a little break from her exertions, the sexy angel rolled over on the ladder, using a rung and the glass as a seat. Her soft round buttocks pressed onto the glass and her shorts clung to the contours of her bum crack, leading Bob’s eyes between her thighs to what he was certain would be a soft, juicy, delicious pussy which he decided he was definitely going to smash.

‘When she’s finished cleaning up there,’ Bob smirked, ‘send her over to my office. I’ve got something she can clean. My hairy cock!’

Alan grimaced at the base, unnecessary joke. Bob stood no chance with her, Alan knew. Emily would never look twice at such a rude, coarse ape as him. She clearly appreciated a man of wisdom, who could freely sprinkle words like ‘detritus’ into a conversation.

His delightful, angelic, fuckable slut was just finishing up, leaning into the ladder as she wheeled it around the back of the dome, so Mr Jackson sucked his belly in and walked outside to give her another task.