Roles to be considered

“Well…” Said Mr. Tom Banks, of Tom Banks Sales Insurance… patting the head of his latest temporary subordinate like she was a puppy who had just shown off a trick. “It would seem we’ve found ourselves a bright young talent after all…” Stacy beamed with sincere delight.

He looked across at his other employee, who was still wearing an expression that could only be described as ‘agape’. “Oh don’t be such a prude Ralph. She’s legal. I doubt this is what her father had in mind but…” He gave Stacy an apologetic wink. “To be honest I always thought the guy was a bit of a douche… he does good work for us but… well I can see why his daughter might end up like this. Dry as a desert rat’s ass that one… wouldn’t know where real life was if you showed it to ‘im.” He tickled Stacy under the chin. She caught herself giggling like a five year old. For some reason she felt like putty in the man’s hand right now, all air-headed and ditsy.

Mr Banks was looking down at her with an appraising eye now, as if weighing up her value as he would any business opportunity.

“A proper little nympho, eh? There's a stroke of luck we don't often see, huh Ralph?”

His greying companion still looked as if he'd been slapped across the face with a wet fish. His moustache twitched into a smile in reply to Stacy's constant beam, though. It would seem her pride and dirty delight at being able to show off to these old fogeys was impossible to resist or deny.

“Well no boss… I'm not sure I've ever seen anything like it… Just look at that grin… You'd think she just won first prize at Sunday school! Are all the young’uns these days like that?! Surely we can't have a glorified little cocksucker running around ‘ere every week? If the boys found out there'ed be a stampede. They'd be queing out the door to ‘ave a go at ‘er…”

The company's owner and director seemed to muses on this, while continuing to stroke his new charge's hair. With his other hand he quite casually bounced his still half-cocked penis against her cheeks and lips a few times. Stacy quite happily parted them again to let him wipe himself across a soft tongue. Watching the older men decide her fate through their distracted fascination with her.

“I don't see why not. As long as no-one… official… finds out. I certainly wouldn't complain at having some… assistance on the day to day. Might even help with the headaches I go home with, sorting out you lot's messes every day.”

Tom slapped his shaft against the teen's face a little harder now, a few times on each side. Admiring the delightfully embarrassed rosy blush this brought.

“You've been after me to do something to ‘raise morale’ around here ain'tcha? Well I reckon if a few of the lads who know how to keep their traps shut were let on to a little secret… They could take their breaks in that third floor cupboard nobody ever goes in. While young Stacy here just happens to be playing fetch for me… Would ya like that, little minx? To earn your keep here by putting that mouth of yours to good use on a few more old men?”

Stacy was already eyeing up the reawakening erection that was being teased at her. That hunger in her soul beginning to salivate.

“That does sound a lot less boring than just sitting by the photocopier... or doing coffee runs… I’m sure you’d give me a pretty good report after my placement here if I said yes, right?”

Mr Banks smiled coyly at this, not quite certain who was playing who. Had this stubborn teenage dirtrag actually been hoping she could worm her way into this sort of arrangement. Not that he particularly minded if she had… really this seemed like a win for all parties. Still, he couldn’t help goading her a little.

“Well, I guess that depends on how good a job you do… little miss cock-lover.”