My Dream Job 1

After high school, I attended a tech school, learning about CAD -- Computer Aided Design, and also CNC -- Computer Numerical Control, which takes the CAD information and actually manufactures the object, following the CAD instructions. I did very well in my training, if I say so myself. The various teachers praised my quick mind -- even the ones that weren't ogling my body. As I was about to graduate, the president of the school called me into her office.

"Since you're the top of your graduating class, Ms. Renfold, I've referred you to a major CAD/CNC company that does military work. I can also arrange an interview there for you, if you want it," she informed me. "I worked there at one time, and they are on the cutting edge of the industry and had the latest equipment even back then. I can't imagine what strides they may have made since then. Do you have a problem working on military contracts?"

"On the contrary," I replied. "I think I'd find the work interesting and it would certainly expand my education. I'd love to interview there, and thank you for this opportunity!" It didn't hurt any that the company was just outside the city on the same side where I lived so it'd be an easy drive. I was given the address and drove out to meet with their personnel department.

Pulling into the outer lot, I noticed that there were not many cars present. All around the property, there was a high fence with barbed wire on it. I guessed that since they worked on military contracts, such security was necessary. I fixed my skirt and checked my hair and headed to the front gate.

Following the directions stated on the sign at the gate, I pressed the buzzer, and noted two video cameras aimed at me.

"Yes? May I help you?" said a voice on the speaker.

I tried a friendly wave at one of the cameras. "Yes, I have an appointment with the personnel department."

"Name, please?"

"I'm Miss Renfold," I replied.

There followed a sound like 'BBBBBBBbzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz' coming from the gate.

The gate opened, and as I entered, it immediately closed behind me.

A woman met me in the lobby, and escorted me to a conference room. "Please wait here, Miss Renfold. Someone from personnel will be here very soon," she said, smiling. When she left, I looked around the room and again saw cameras watching me. I tried not to be nervous.

After I'd waited a short time, a woman from personnel came in caring a folder and greeted me. My jaw dropped a little in admiration. She was so attractive that she could've been a leading actress! I tried to look professional and not salivate too much, but my heart was going pitta-pat in my chest. When she sat next to me, her scent... was it perfume? body spray? Just her natural essence?... wafted into my nostrils and it was a little more difficult to remain professional.

I'd noticed both of the women I'd met so far wore photo IDs, which gave me a reason to stare briefly at her chest -- at least, I tried to keep the stare brief. "Hello, my name is Darlene. Before we get started, I must inform you that there'll be a security clearance investigation background check that is required to be performed on you. Do you feel you can pass it? Is there anything in your past that might prevent you passing?"

I thought for a moment and answered, " I feel I can certainly pass a security check. I have nothing weird in my past of which I'm aware. I'm so plain and clean that I squeak." Little did she know about my private fantasies, but I wasn't about to mention those.

Smiling, she opened the folder and read it. "Yes, you seem to have a clean background as far as this preliminary report that I have, and your grades are very good -- no, they are excellent!" In a very professional manner, she finger printed me, stating that my finger prints had to be sent to the FBI.

The remainder of the interview went well, and I then was given a brief tour. I noticed as I was guided into areas, as she announced my presence, work would stop. As I entered, things were covered and monitors were flicked to screen savers. In one area, she said, "If you're hired, this is the area in which you might be working. This is the most advanced CAD/CNC equipment in the entire country," she stated proudly.

When the tour concluded, she led me back to the lobby, and watched as I walked to the gate, which buzzed open as I approached. Getting into my car, I was excited! It looked like a great place to work! And all those lovely women! "Hmmm... did I see any men at all?" I mentally asked myself, and the answer seemed to be 'not one' which may have been strange, but I sure appreciated the scenery anyway.

However, 1 week went by, then 2 weeks, then 3 weeks -- and I heard nothing. I was very saddened and disappointed. But finally the phone rang, and it was the owner's secretary. "Miss Renfold? We finally received your full security clearance, and the job is yours if you still want it. If so, can you come in Monday morning for intake processing?"

"I'm thrilled for the chance to work with you all! Yes, I'll be there bright and early!" I replied. I had noticed all those women were dressed very nice, almost overdressed but it added to the excitement of the environment. So I went to look through my clothes to decide what to wear on Monday.

Darlene, the woman from personnel that I'd met before greeted me and we started on the paperwork. The intake processing was very detailed. There were all kinds of legal papers to sign, including a very detailed Non-Disclosure Agreement, of which the secretary gave me a copy, so I could memorize the restrictions. My picture was taken, and I blushed a little during that, because I'd forgotten I was wearing my eternity collar that day, as I do every day.

She gave me a more thorough tour of the facility and this time the lights next to various doors were pointed out to me. She explained, "If the red light was on at any door, you must knock first then wait until the door is answered." As I was introduced, I again noticed that all the people I met were women and all were quite attractive. Several seemed to be giving me appraising looks, but I might have been imagining that. It took about half the day for all the paperwork and introductions. I was shown the CAD/CNC area more closely and I was amazed at this equipment -- it was truly state of the art! I couldn't wait to get started on it!

The two of us went back to the conference room. When we entered, it was obvious that there was a new folder on the table that had not been there before. Darlene opened it. Smiling she said, "You've been fully approved. Can you start tomorrow at 9 am?" Gleefully I assured her that I could. Then she casually added, "Oh by the way, the owner of the company wants to talk to you now. She likes to really get to know all her people."

As I entered the boss's outer office her secretary used the intercom to announce me. Hearing a confirmation that all was ready, the secretary showed me into the big office of the boss. To my surprise, the boss turned out to be a woman seemingly only a few years older than me. I was shown in, she immediately closed and covered some papers she'd been reading. "Ah... Arin, isn't it? I'm Mary, so I'd prefer that you call me that. Please make yourself comfortable." I was a bit taken aback by her appearance, since she reminded me of Bettie Page! She had long black hair and a figure that was really something, but her face was like the girl next door. I stared for a second until I realized she'd asked me to sit.

We chatted almost like old friends, very relaxed and informal. "I actually kept my eye on your performance and progress in school, and received favorable reports about you from your instructors. I also noticed your eternity collar, and enjoy seeing a woman openly indulging in her kinky nature. I felt you'd fit right in here with us," she confided.

"Are there actually only women working here?", I asked, curious.

She replied, "Let's just say I'm leveling the playing field for women. And with the programs we work on here, no one is liable to start trouble, in my opinion." She flicked a switch. "I've just activated the red light outside my door. Do you understand what that means?"

"Yes, Mary. It means that people must knock on the door if they want to see you, and wait until you open the door."

She beamed at me. "A very good and clear answer, from an obviously intelligent young lady." I blushed a little at her praise. "Now I have another question for you, Arin. Does the sight of the human body bother you at all?"

Floundering a little at such an abrupt change in topic, I tried to sound nonchalant, "Not at all, Mary."

"Good to hear, Arin. Because I have been dying to get comfortable all morning." With that, she stood up and stripped off her dress -- and she was wearing not a stitch of clothing under it! Now she really looked like Bettie Page as she posed for her many, many nude pictures! I'm sure my eyes bulged at seeing her lovely body, and my mouth watered a little. And so did some of my lower parts.

She sat back down an looked at me. "Would you also like to get comfortable, Arin?" she asked.

"Mmmm... I think I would Mary. But I'm not such a beauty as you are."

"Thank you for the compliment, dear," she grinned. "But why don't you let me be the judge of that. I'd like you to be proud of your body. Remember, no one can bother us without knocking on the door."

Blushing a lot more deeply, I stood up and slowly stripped off my own clothes. My dress, and then my bra came off, and finally I stepped out of my quite damp panties. The scent of my arousal juices perfumed the air around me, and I wondered if Mary was noticing. My hands instinctively started to move to cover my breasts and pussy, since it felt weird being naked in an office like this. But Mary had admonished me to be proud of my body, so I willed my hands to stay at my sides and stood up straight, facing her. I even pressed my shoulders back a little to make my tits jut forward more.

"See, Arin? I knew you were lovely the moment I saw you. And you've just confirmed it." She inhaled deeply, making her own magnificent breasts rise, and I realized that my body scent must be reaching her. "Mmmm... and from this scent, I'm intuiting that this situation is turning you on, at least a little."

"Mary, I'll be honest with you. This is turning me on -- a lot!" I swallowed hard, trying to build up my courage. Finally, I blurted out, "If you weren't my boss, and I wasn't afraid of an accusation of sexual harassment, I'd probably already be sucking your pussy." The outburst of that confession made my blush deepen to a scarlet color, and my neck and face felt like they were burning.

"I love honesty in our workforce, Arin. You may not have had time to fully absorb all the ramifications of the nondisclosure agreement you signed -- that we all sign. But no one can accuse anyone of sexual harassment here. If you don't like something, you just tell the person plainly, and they will stop." She pulled her chair out from behind her desk and sat down in it, spreading her thighs wide open. "You just confessed an impulse that you have, so I'm offering to let you indulge in it."

Once what she was saying fully sank in, I hurried over and went down on my knees between her legs and then went down on her. I was a little tentative at first, licking softly at her velvety pussy lips, and tasting her skin and the fluids that began gathering at her slit. But when I heard her purring with delight, I dove right in, covering her pussy and clit with my moistened lips, and spearing into her depths with my agile tongue. I really enjoyed the way she smelled and tasted, and swallowed with gusto as her fluids increased.

When her purring turned into more of a mewling sound, I took that as a signal that she needed to cum. Turning my attention to her clit, I used my lips to slide back its hood, treating her small rod of sensitive flesh to gentle suction as my tongue caressed it. I also slipped two fingers into her hot, churning pussy and rubbed my fingertips against her inner wall just deep to her clit. She hissed her delight, and her hand caressed my hair as that hiss became a moan and then a howl of release! In the throes of orgasm, she bucked in her chair.

When she'd quieted down, I licked her as clean as I could before she pulled me to my feet and licked and kissed my face, tasting her juices and cum which had smeared there. She looked down at my now drenched inner thighs and said, "Arin, I shouldn't let you walk around like that. Have a seat." She turned us around until I was sitting in her chair and she was kneeling between my legs. First she lapped at the errant juices that had trickled down onto my thighs. But she didn't stop there.

Once Mary applied her mouth to my pussy, I knew I had encountered a true expert at cunnilingus. Without seeming to expend much effort, she soon had me cumming... and cumming... and cumming! I finally gasped, "Please... no more!" My heart was racing and I was out of breath and felt like a limp dishrag. But, oh, was I in bliss! She helped me up out of her chair long enough to sit down and then pull me into her lap to cuddle.

When my heart slowed, and I reacquired the power of speech, I murmured, "Thank you, Mary. That was a truly memorable experience. Does much of that go on around here?"

She smiled and answered, "Quite a bit, I imagine. Many of my employees are either lesbians, or bisexual. When people are free to release these tensions, we've found that production and creativity increase. So if people want to 'relieve any tension' with your help, you're free to accept, or politely refuse."

She hugged me, and kissed the top of my head, and then continued our post-coital chatting. "Oh, by the way, Arin, I'm having our yearly picnic at my home in a month and a half. This is a chance for employees to greet one another and get to know people from different departments. And yes, you'll probably see a lot of sexual activity. The employees can also show off their imagination and skills, trying to impress the judges. There's a prize of a thousand dollars for the winner, but it's a friendly competition."

That sounded wonderful to me -- a chance to win money and impress everyone! That evening I thought and thought about the problem, but ultimately looking at a TV commercial a few days later gave me an idea. I wanted to keep that idea a secret so I located some material in a scrap bin at work. Anything in the bin was freely available for projects of small prototypes. I'd have to be very careful, because the amount of thin aluminum I'd salvaged would just about be enough with very little room for error, in my estimation.

I moved the metal to my area at the CAD/CNC and started designing my plan. I'd decided to come in on a Sunday for privacy. There would be no one around except security, but my pass allowed me limited access to places I needed to visit.

In the CAD/CNC area I turned everything on and got ready. I also flicked on the red light at the door, just in case. I'd only worn a top and shorts so I wouldn't waste time. When everything was ready, I took my clothes off and stepped onto the equipment platform. This consisted of a rotating table used to scan parts by lasers to make copies of extreme precision. I'd set the scan to do two passes so I could double check the readings, in case I inadvertently moved a tiny bit during a scan. It took longer than I'd expected and I was worried about the amount of memory it was taking up. When it stopped, I sat at the console and viewed the results. I was quite please by them... it looked like a high resolution picture of my entire body.

This had taken so long, I was worried that I was pressing my luck, so I saved the program with my results, marking the file cryptically and shut everything down. Oh yes, and, grinning, I did remember to put my clothes back on and flick off the red light.

On Monday, we had a meeting about a new program that had come in and had to go over all the details about it. After lunch, I had some down time so I opened the CAD file and checked it more closely. I was pleased that there were things that I could remove from the file to make it smaller. I chuckled as first I removed my head, then my arms and legs. I was pleased to see the file become smaller and more manageable. I stayed late after work and refined the details. There were just a few minor changes I wanted to add to the suit I was creating. I'd have it gouge out thinly some scrolled decorations, rather than have it just look plain. I also added rings at the collar level on each side of the neck so I could hold the front and back panels together with them hinging at the crotch. At the last second, I added holes so my tits would push through into view, just for added humiliation... well that, and the fact that I'd not have to build curved domes to accommodate them.

I couldn't wait to start. With my program file prepared, I mounted a piece of the aluminum on the CNC machine and let it run, hoping for the best. About an hour later, I heard the CNC stop. Rushing over to it to see the results, I felt that they looked really good. I turned the piece over so the machine could do the inside of the front half and pressed start. The inside was less complicated, so it took less time and I retrieved the finalized piece and stored it away. I had accomplished one goal and it had taken quite a bit of time, so I quit for the night. The CNC machine had a self-cleaning function which I ran before I left.

I had to wait for an entire week before I could have the place to myself on the following weekend. Well, I actually didn't just wait around, twiddling my thumbs. I had company work to accomplish. And during the week three of my co-workers indicated that they needed some tension relief, and I was very thrilled to oblige them, especially because they helped me relieve my tensions too. Two of them wanted to 69 on a section of carpeted floor reserved for these activities. And the other one wanted to be bent over the back of a chair and fingered hard and fast. It was thoroughly enjoyable seeing the differences in the look of their pussies, and the subtle taste differences of their juices and cum fluids.

When the weekend arrived, I now had the chance to work on the back half. Things went faster because the back piece had less detail than the front although I again decorated the outside a bit. The work here was more just removing material, although some shallow grooves had to be machined very precisely on the inside to facilitate bending the metal into smooth curves for my butt.

The picnic was now a week away and I'd heard from several others that it was always a great party. Mary provided good food and drink and she had a pool -- clothing optional. There was also talk about a special playroom. Everyone either dressed up or opted to wear less and less I was told. The most admired contest submission every year won a special prize.

When the time came to take the two halves of my work home, I told the woman at security that it was a sculpture for the boss's party. She made a call to Mary and got her OK. I really hoped it didn't give much of my surprise away. But she'd just heard it was possibly an aluminum sculpture. The night before the party I cleaned the front and back until they shone. I also checked for sharp edges and made certain that the hinge lined up perfectly. The system had done a great job in bringing my vision to life, and I thought I had a really good chance to win the prize.

But I thought something needed to be added to give a greater contrast to the metal look. Digging through my drawers and closet, I came up with black sexy thigh stockings with stay up lacy tops. And for my feet, my 'fuck me' ankle strap high heels, also in black.

The day of the party I used the toilet since doing it later would be very difficult, and showered carefully. Putting on my stockings and heels, I inserted the hinge pin that attached the back piece to the front. Opening it up, I laid the entire suit down on the floor and sat in the back piece. Knowing that I needed a way to keep the front and back closed, I'd grabbed two zip ties and a tool to trim their free ends off.