“Yes, that’s the idea, Mr Holloway,” Sister Marjorie said. “You can put Hayley to work properly. Really give her a taste. Really let her get her head down and get on with it. Show her all the great things she can do. All the good positions she could get into. Let her take it all right in. Give her some of that deep, deep love we were talking about.”
The nun peered at him.
“Mr Holloway? Sir? Are you all right?”
***
“Okay, now get me the file, okay?” Bernie said to his daughter. He was sitting at his desk and she was standing next to the filing cabinet across the room. Bernie felt rather strange.
For one, he had never had Hayley in his office. For another, he had dressed Hayley in what he had convinced her was the style for female office workers. He figured it would not look out of place on the sluttiest woman in the company. Hayley’s tight body was packaged into a slightly transparent white business shirt and a black skirt that barely covered her ass and displayed her muscular thighs. The hot pink bra was clearly visible through her shirt.
He watched as she bent over to the bottom drawer, the skirt riding higher up her firm ass cheeks, until he could see the hot pink panties clinging to her. He rubbed his cock through his pants. God, the week since cumming all over her face in the car and the interview with the nun had been spent in total anticipation of this day.
His boss had been surprisingly accepting of the idea of having Hayley work there as a volunteer to get some experience.
“We’re all about family here, Bern,” Todd had said. “Bring her on in.”
“Thanks, Todd,” Bernie had said graciously. “I appreciate it.”
“That’s all right, Bern. I reckon you’ll need all the help you can get at the moment.”
“How so?”
“Haven’t you heard? Apparently Roy’s close to getting the Fountain account?”
“What?” Bernie snapped. He himself had been working on getting the Fountain account for ages, ingratiating himself with their CEO Lionel Pullman, the creepy old coot.
“Yes indeed, Bern my man,” Todd went on, his smirk growing. “Seems old Roy took Pullmanski on a big boy’s night out. Best buds, now those two. Bam!”
Todd aimed two pistol fingers at Bernie, his brilliant white teeth showing. Todd had a habit of punctuating his points with sounds from comic books. Bernie tried to keep his despair off his face.
“Well, it is my account, Todd.”
“I think you meant ‘was’, Bern,” His manager answered smugly. “If Roy-o’s sealing the deal, then its his seal. Pow! Know what I mean?”
“Sure,” Bernie had said. “Sure thing.”
Christ, now it was two days later and he was no closer to a solution. He was pretty sure that if Roy pulled the Fountain account from under him, his position in the company would be left a bit shaky. He didn’t really fit in with all these young go-getters as it was. He let his mind wander off the problem and back to the lovely sight of his daughter’s ass, bent over and delicious. He rubbed his cock some more, even though he wasn’t hard.
That morning they had left the house early, telling Freda that he wanted to make sure that Hayley had enough time to get accustomed to her new job. In actuality, he had parked in an alleyway and convinced their daughter she needed to change out of the very conservative business clothes her mother had bought her and put on the ‘better’ outfit he had purchased. As soon as she was naked in the car he had pulled out his stiffening cock.
“So sorry, honey, but Daddy needs your help.”
So that morning in the deserted alleyway behind the Chinese restaurant, his naked teenage daughter had given him an energetic blowjob, his hands running all over her smooth bare skin, her lean young muscles, squeezing her tits and rubbing the lips of her virgin slit. He had ended up with two fingers wedged in her anus, the other hand holding down her blonde head as she gagged on his squirting meat, sucking down the copious load of sperm.
When she had drunk it all she straightened up and told him that she thanked Jesus she was there to help him. Her lips were smeared with cum and spit, his fingers still up her ass so far that it took some effort to get them out. Then he’d got her dressed up like the office slut and they’d driven to work.
Hayley was thinking about much the same things as she rummaged in the bottom drawer of the filing cabinet. She hadn’t had an opportunity to get a drink of water this morning and she didn’t want to ask, afraid it would seem like slacking off. The taste of the venom was still very strong in her mouth, in fact she felt like she could smell it on her own breath. She ran her tongue around her teeth, remembering again the warm slimy feeling of the trouser snake venom gushing from the swollen penis. How much of the stuff had she swallowed in the last month? Litres?
She straightened up, feeling the teensy skirt sliding down again to just under her buttocks, feeling the tightness of the skirt and the new shirt. The shirt was so tight that it showed her body in perfect definition, she had never worn a shirt so small before. But her father had said it was what she should wear in an office and she was here to learn.
“I can’t find it, Daddy.”
“Now, Hayley, what should you have called me?”
“Sorry, um,” She almost did it again. “Sorry, My Holloway.”
“That’s better. Now don’t worry about the file right now. Come sit here for a minute.”
Her father patted his knee, pushing his chair away from the desk. Hayley walked over, difficult in the tall heels her father was making her wear, then sat herself carefully down on his lap, pressed against his big stomach. The skirt was so short she could feel the material of his pants on her bottom.
Her father put one arm around her waist and the other hand on her chest, firmly holding one of her breasts. This was how they often sat together in the weeks her mother was away, her father telling her there was nothing strange about it, just that he liked to have her close and feel her heartbeat, which was sweet.
“Now, while you’re in the office, I’m going to need you to do some work for me, okay, honey?”
“Yes, Da-, I mean, Mr Holloway.”
“That’s a good girl,” He smiled, squeezing her breast a little. “Now in a minute, I’m going to get you to suck my penis, ok?”
“Oh!” She said, startled. “Already?”
“Yes, honey.”
“But I just sucked it out this morning.”
“I know,” He said, frowning. “Don’t you want to be a good secretary, honey?”
“Yes, Daddy, of course I do.”
“Mr Holloway,” He corrected. “A good secretary would be willing to suck her manager’s penis, Hayley. You’re here to help your manager, okay? That’s me.”
“Yes, Mr Holloway.” She said carefully, wanting to get it right.