That evening, Claire explained to Danny what her new job would be. As she’d hoped he seemed very supportive although she didn’t exactly explain the interview process and she probably made BF Corporate Training sound a little more grand than it actually was.
In any case, with Danny’s blessing, Claire went back to see Bobby the next morning to start work proper.
Over the next few days, Claire was put through her paces by Bobby. He gave her some files to read covering discrimination law which she found extremely hard going. So whenever there was choice, Claire chose to work on the practical aspects of her training as much as possible.
Much like her interview, Bobby spent a lot of time testing Claire under a series of potential harassment situations to check she understood what harassment was but also to make sure she was ready to handle anything the clients threw at her.
Often he would grope and fondle her while she tried to study the impenetrable theory of discrimination law.
Claire hated law so much that she would actually feel relieved when Bobby took matters further by pulling down her knickers and fucking her or forcing her down to her knees to suck him off. Indeed she often found herself coming after he gave her a good long hard shag, although she did her best to keep her orgasms low-key so as to appear composed and professional.
The only time she ever felt truly worried, was when, whilst she was trying to understand the numerous and incomprehensible amendments to the Sex Discrimination Act (1975), Bobby bent her over a table, pulled her dress up and her knickers aside and started anointing her arsehole with some hand lotion he had lying around.
Quickly discerning what he was about to do, Claire opened her mouth to protest. After all, she didn’t mind having her deliciously moist pussy abused but was concerned that his cock would be too big for tiny sweet butthole. However before she could say anything, Bobby thrust a good few inches of his throbbing erection up her tight bum.
“Ooooooh!” Claire screeched in surprise and not a little discomfort as her anus was invaded by his cock.
As he began to slide in and out of her snug bum-passage, Claire did her best to concentrate on her reading but soon gave up as Bobby pushed his entire length up her, causing her to scream out, “Oh, fuck!” in consternation.
Luckily for Claire the tightness of his cock’s fit up her arse meant that Bobby came very quickly, inundating her rectum with spunk, although she did feel a little sore for the rest of the day.
On other occasions, often in the morning, she would sometimes see that Bobby had developed an erection usually after she had bent over him, inadvertently showing off her deep creamy cleavage, or even allowing a part of her lush curvaceous body to accidentally brush against him. Taking pity on him and keen to prove herself indispensable, she would usually offer to suck him off until this practice developed into a ritual blowjob as her first task of the day.
It was while she was frantically bobbing her head up and down on his crotch one morning that Bobby had revealed that her first training session proper with a group of clients would be the next day.
She had pulled back from his cock in surprise at this statement, disturbing the newspaper he had been reading. “Tomorrow! Really?”
Bobby had lifted his paper aside and signalled to her to continue sucking. As she licked his dick, he continued, “Don’t worry. It’ll be easy. They’re actually old friends of mine. I’ve told them all about you and they’re really keen to be trained by you.”
That day, Claire was distracted and nervous as she considered that tomorrow would be her first real training session. So intent was she on her first full client meeting that she didn’t even mind that much when Bobby fucked her roughly up the arse again that afternoon, even having the presence of mind to clench her butt around him to heighten his pleasure and accelerate his climax.
Bobby had said that she needed to dress to maximise her attractiveness in order to provide as much temptation as possible to the clients. So, the next day, she brought in a change of outfit with her, not wanting her boyfriend to see what she was going to wear as she couldn’t think of a good reason for her choice of attire.
When she got to the office she changed into a tight cropped white t-shirt that lifted her deep cleavage enticingly and revealed her belly button and flat tummy plus her tiniest micro-skirt, a narrow strip of blue material that exposed her stocking tops and suspenders every time she took a step. Finished off by an-above-the-knee pair of black leather stiletto boots, her long red hair in pigtails and her full make-up she looked both stunning and slutty.
In fact, Bobby, who had watched her change, found her so attractive that he begged her to suck him off before the clients arrived which she did as a favour while he played with her tits. He came in her mouth, just five minutes before the meeting so that she had to rush to brush her teeth and reapply her lipstick. She had to look her best: she was determined to prove herself to Bobby by providing the best training session she could.
When they arrived, Claire was a bit surprised by the clients. Once more she had been expecting top businesspeople in suits but they turned out to be eight unshaven men wearing casual clothing. One of them was Kevin, the landlord from the White Hart.
He greeted her enthusiastically. “Hello, gorgeous. Fuck me, you look even hotter than you did the other day. Look at those tits, boys! Told you they were amazing.” There was a general growling of assent from the others as they looked her up and down hungrily.
Claire, used to attracting crude verbal comments about her sexy appearance, wasn’t particularly alarmed at the way they were looking at her and at what they were saying but even so she whispered an aside to Bobby. “Bobby, can I have word in private?”
Bobby and Claire went into his office. “What’s up, babe?” he asked, patting her bottom familiarly.
Claire put her hands on her hips. “What’s going on? Who are they? I thought they were supposed to be businessmen but it’s Kevin and some other blokes!”
Bobby put his hands on Claire’s shoulders to calm her. “Claire, Claire, it’s fine. Don’t worry. We can’t pick and choose our clients. We should just focus on spreading best practice as far as avoiding harassment and discrimination claims in the workplace.”
Claire could see the sense in that but she was still annoyed. “But who are they? And why’s Kevin here again?”
“Basically, they’re the darts team from the White Hart. They want to learn all about sexual harassment. And Kevin’s here because he can’t quite remember everything we taught so he thought he’d join them. Come on, Claire. They’re going to pay in hard cash!” he pleaded, his hands dropping to her breasts for a feel.
Claire still wasn’t satisfied. “But why would the darts team from the White Hart want to do training on sexual harassment?”
“It’s because you’re such a good trainer, Claire; Kevin told them how brilliant and valuable the training was and they wanted to try it. Remember, they’ve all got day jobs in various businesses in which they can apply what we teach them. This is actually great news. We’re spreading the word!”