Ami was nineteen, the cute intern starting her first day at her new, big-city job. She was so happy, her pale cheeks flushed with excitement as she made her way to her new boss' office, and the moment she knocked on the door her life changed.
"Come in!"
Marisol Castellanos gestured for her new hire to enter, beckoning Ami forward with a commanding wave. The older woman, almost fifteen years Ami's senior, was gorgeous, her large breasts and curvaceous ass filling out her red and black pantsuit perfectly. Her eyes rose from the paper she was signing, inquisitive gaze raking across the petite intern's body, and a charming, seductive smile spread across her lips.
"Welcome, you must be Ami Delano. We're so glad to have you on board, and I hope you prove to be as good of an asset to us as your grades and extracurriculars said you would be."
Something about the confident, mature woman had Ami's cheeks blushing for a new reason, the teen feeling a strange flutter in her belly that she hadn't experienced since the day she met her now-husband in their geography class after her brother Jason had introduced them. That had been two years ago, and they had been married for the last six months, but lately Keith had been cold and distant. He only wanted to have sex with her on occasion, and didn't didn't spend any time with her otherwise, but Ami reassured herself again and again that it was just them having to settle into post-grad life that had him so on edge.
He definitely wasn't cheating on her, right?
A tan, warm hand was extended across the desk, pulling Ami from her thoughts of how beautiful her boss was, and she shook it vigorously.
"Yes ma'am, Ms. Castellanos! It's a pleasure to be here, and I can't wait to show you what I can do."
Even to her own ears the words seemed to carry a double meaning, the blush creeping down Ami's neck. Her boss didn't seem to notice, however, and she gave the girl a pleasant smile.
"Great. Please, call me Marisol; everyone else does, and though you're the new kid on the block you're welcome to as well. Give me a few minutes to finish signing this building proposal, and then I'd be happy to give you a tour myself."
Ami glanced down at her first-day itinerary, noticing that a man named Harold should have been the one to show her around.
"Oh, no, I don't want to be any trouble! I can just wait in the hall for Harold..."
With a wave of her hand Marisol cut Ami off, a cheeky grin lighting up her face.
"Now hold on, who's the boss here?"
For a moment Ami hesitated, not sure how she should answer, but after a moment she met her boss' gaze.
"You are."
Marisol nodded, a musical chuckle filling the office.
"That's right, and the boss says she needs a coffee and a stretch. Besides, if I left you waiting for Harold you'd be there til three -- he's nice, and good at his job, buuuuuut he doesn't like running around or moving far from his desk."
Their first meeting set the tone for the next five months, Ami and Marisol growing close as the intern ingrained herself into the office's routine. She was a bubbly, useful presence, Marisol taking quite a shine to the girl, and it wasn't long before their interactions took on a more flirtatious tone. Ami wasn't even aware of how often she left a button or two undone, or how her cute, small breasts would press up against Marisol's arm whenever she would lean over to watch her boss work on something -- but Marisol was very aware of Ami's subconscious signals.
Her adorable intern was so cute, and it was all the older woman could do not to give in -- she wanted to bend Ami over the desk and fuck the teen silly, and if she was given that chance she would barely have cared if the whole office heard. They had gotten to know each other well, and that closeness was what tipped her off to something being wrong one day when Ami came in to work. The girl wasn't her usually bright, focused self, instead sitting at her desk and hardly spoke to anyone. By the end of the day Marisol couldn't stand it, the mature woman shooting out a quick email.
Meet me in my office at 5, let Keith know we have work to do and that you'll be home late.
She knew by now that Ami wouldn't refuse -- not only was overtime pay excellent, but even if it hadn't been the girl was always willing to do whatever her boss requested without a second thought. At five on the dot Ami knocked on Marisol's door, slipping quietly into the room like a wisp of fog. Marisol pointed to the couch, her tone booking no argument.
"Sit."
Ami knew she wasn't in trouble, fortunately, but she had a nagging suspicion that the older woman was going to ask what was wrong. A moment later Marisol took a seat next to her, two wine glasses in hand, and she poured herself a full one and Ami a half-glass. The girl shook her head, trying to protest, but her heart wasn't in it.
"No, I'm not old enough yet..."
Marisol scoffed, dark eyes glittering mischievously as she continued to hold out the wine glass.
"If you can legally smoke, go to war and bear a child then you should be legally able to drink. However, if you don't want it I fully understand."
For another moment Ami hesitated, but this wasn't her first time having alcohol by far thanks to attending dorm parties, and she did love the flavor of a rich, red wine. She silently accepted the glass, her fingers brushing against Marisol's as she lifted it, and the contact sent an electric tingle of arousal straight to her neglected pussy.
"Thanks."
It only took a few moments of prying for Marisol to get the story of what was bothering Ami out -- Keith, whom had been suspected of cheating for almost a year now, was caught red-handed by Ami when he left his phone in bed after he had just texted a dick-pic to some girl from the gym he frequented. They had argued, Keith claiming that Ami didn't put out sexually for him as much now that she worked, and he had been livid. His anger scared Ami, the poor girl trembling as she told Marisol, and when she was done there were unshed tears brimming in her beautiful eyes.
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