Claire, forgetting she was still only in her underwear yet ecstatic at the opportunity, jumped up and down before grabbing Bobby and giving him a hug. In return, he buried his face between her breasts and squeezed her bottom before Claire let him go.
“Right, I’ll be back in a minute,” he said, snatching his mobile and leaving the room awkwardly.
Claire took the opportunity to get back into her dress and check her makeup. She could hear Bobby talking animatedly on the phone but couldn’t distinguish exactly what he was saying.
She was back to looking her best by the time Bobby came back in.
“Right, he’s on his way,” he said.
“Brilliant!” Claire said. “Is he a really important businessman?”
“Er, well, yeah, I suppose. He’s called Kevin Wragg and he’s the landlord of the White Hart, you know, the pub across the road.”
“Oh,” Claire said, a little surprised but she supposed that even pub landlords would have to be wary of sexual harassment particularly as there were often a lot of attractive barmaids at the White Hart.
“So what do I need to do?” she asked.
“Right, here’s where I need your help. I could explain what sexual harassment to the client through words alone is but it will be a lot more effective to show him by using you as a kind of mannequin. Just go along with the situation that we’re role playing even if it develops into something that is obviously a wrong situation. Sometimes getting things wrong is a great way of learning.”
“OK,” Claire nodded, grateful for her past acting experience.
They were interrupted by the harsh buzz of the doorbell.
Kevin turned out to be an older gentleman, in his fifties, with a huge beer belly peeping out from under his tight black ACDC t-shirt. He was virtually bald apart from an unflattering fringe of long straight greasy grey hair around the sides and back of his head. His eyes were protuberant and lecherous.
“Hi Kev, this is Claire Bell,” Bobby said as he entered the office.
Claire immediately felt a little uncomfortable as Kevin’s eyes wandered over her body, hungrily taking in her huge breasts and luscious slim figure. If there were anyone who needed training in respecting women, it was most definitely Kevin!
“Hi, lovely to meet you,” he said, grabbing her offered hand and stroking it creepily.
After another cup of tea, during which Kevin didn’t take his eyes of Claire, Bobby stood up and suggested they get down to business.
“Claire, why don’t you stand at the desk here. Now I want you to pretend that you’re working as a barmaid and that Kevin is your boss. Are you ready to get into character?”
Claire seated herself and nodded in response.
“OK, Kevin, why don’t you pretend that Claire is learning to pull a pint and you’re helping her. Why don’t you stand behind her and talk to her for a few minutes and just do what comes naturally? Just treat her like you would any of those lovely young barmaids you employ at the pub. Then we’ll pause and assess how you’ve done.”
Claire began to pretend to draw a pint of beer in an invisible hand pump at an invisible bar, conscious that Kevin was standing right up behind her, his stomach and crotch pressing against her back and doing his best to look down the front of her dress. She jumped when he slid his arms round her to pretend he was guiding her hands at the bar.
“That’s right, darling. Nice and smooth with so you don’t get too big a head on the pint,” he said.
“Er. Um. Thanks, Mr. Wragg. I think I’ve got it now,” she answered.
“Good, good,” he replied. Claire flinched as Kevin’s hands casually slid up her taut flat stomach to cup her breasts and gave them a firm squeeze. “I must say, Miss Bell, you really do have fantastic tits. I’ve never seen a natural pair so big yet so firm.”
“Um. Er. Well, er, thank you, Mr. Wragg,” she replied, doing her best to ignore him slipping his fingers down the front of her dress and tweaking her nipples.
“Why don’t you get them out so I can have good feel while you finish pulling that pint?”
Claire’s eyes widened in alarm at Kevin’s rude suggestion but, when Bobby didn’t say anything, she sighed, stepped back and pulled her dress off up over her head.
“Oh, fuck me, you’re gorgeous, Miss Bell,” Kevin said.
Claire, remembering Bobby’s warning to let the role play develop naturally, turned around and allowed Kevin to grope her tits through her skimpy scarlet bra, uncomfortably aware of the bulge in his jeans rubbing at her bum. She just hoped that Bobby appreciated her commitment and would be willing to give her a job.
“Right Kevin, let’s pause it there; do you know where you went wrong?”
Kevin, still playing with her breasts and rubbing his cock into her arse, grunted a “no” in reply.
“Claire, stand here please. Kevin, in a work situation, you’re not really supposed to grab a woman’s breasts like this,” Bobby said, reaching out to squeeze her boobs, continuing to fondle her as he talked.
“Really?” Kevin replied. “What about her arse? Can I cop a feel of that?” he said, sliding his hand up her thighs, over her stocking tops and groping her pert buttocks, almost causing her to screech in surprise.
“No, you probably shouldn’t do that either and nor should you touch her pussy like this,” Bobby replied, allowing one of his hands to drop to her crotch to lewdly cup her cunt, before sliding his hand inside her thong to finger her briefly.
Despite her resolve to remain calm and disinterested, Claire let out a squeal at this latest invasion. “Oooh!” She hadn’t realised that Bobby’s methods would be so hands-on.
“OK, carry on, please,” Bobby said, stepping back and allowing them to continue, his finger slipping stickily from her pussy.
“Right, where were we?” Kevin mused. “Oh, I know. I was fondling your boobs. Tell you what: go on, get your tits out,” he encouraged. Claire almost shook her head. He’d got it wrong again! She waited briefly for Bobby to intervene but when he remained silent, she signed once more and reached behind her back to unclip her bra, revealing her fat creamy tits.
“Oh, fuck me, those are amazing, Miss Bell,” Kevin exclaimed, taking her enormous boobs in both hands and pinching her nipples cruelly. Claire squeaked in alarm at his rough treatment of her perfect breasts but didn’t try to stop him even when he bent his shiny head down to her boobs and sucked her tits, one at a time.
Claire was impressed with just how anatomically thorough the training was in terms of exactly what was allowed or not. And, although she hadn’t realised just how demanding such training could be, she was determined to remain calm and get the job.
However, after Kevin had finally stopped sucking her boobs, she was beginning to wonder just how far this role play would go. She didn’t have to wait long to find out.