All through the school year she had waited for the chance to apply for a summer job like this. She couldn't believe she might actually be hired to work in an art gallery. It was a chance not only to learn about art, but to dress up everyday as well. Such a welcome change from the conservative clothes she wore to college. She loved wearing skirts and heels, nylons and blouses, and of course, the lace underwear that made her feel so womanly.
Arriving for her interview in a revealing yet tasteful blouse, complemented by a sassy short skirt and heels, 18 year-old Laura felt confident of her budding womanhood. Coming from a strict, traditional family, her teenage years had been sheltered. But that hadn't stopped her legs from developing into two straight, slender pillars, atop of which sat a round, swelling, tight little behind. Her breasts weren't large, but her pink nipples, like pencil erasers, jutted out proudly. Maybe mother was right. Maybe she should dress more conservatively. But the job was in a contemporary downtown art gallery, and casual, sassy attire seemed the right approach.
An attractive woman in her late forties greeted her. Dressed in a leather pantsuit, she had a knowing, worldly-wise manner. After filling out the usual paperwork, Laura was led up a narrow flight of stairs to small, comfortable office, accented by large leather Ottoman. The two women were joined there by a tall and pleasant looking man, perhaps fifty, dressed in slacks and a casual shirt. He was relaxed, tanned, and fit. Laura sat on the Ottoman, and smiled.
"Laura, we're the co-owners of the gallery," said the woman. "I'm Kathy, and this is Steven." Laura sensed there was something unusual here. Not your typical job interview.
Kathy continued ... "We'd like to be direct with you, Laura. We're looking for a pretty girl, like you, to pleasure us sexually while we carry on our work here at the gallery. You'll be paid $20 an hour, plus bonuses. You won't have to do much work, as such. Steven and I have strong sexual appetites, and we will use you for our pleasure - sometimes individually, sometimes together. We will treat you with respect and affection - but we will use you sexually. Do you understand?"
To her astonishment, Laura felt her panties suddenly dampen with excitement. She was shocked, excited and nervous - all at once. Words failed her. Steven spoke.
"Laura, the job is yours, if you want it. Of course, we'll need you to take off your clothes first - and you'll need to do as we tell you - so that we can determine if you'll satisfy us. You might call this an audition. Assuming you pass the audition, you'll have a summer job - and money for school."
Laura felt her head swimming, her nipples lengthening and growing hard, heat radiating around her hole. Finally, after calling upon all her resources to maintain her composure, she spoke, her voice cracking, "Tell me ... what you'd ... like me to do."
Steven, who had been standing all the while, began loosening his belt. Kathy then moved to Laura, kissed her gently on the forehead, and helped her stand. "Come Laura," Kathy whispered, "I want to introduce you to Steven."
Kathy rubbed Laura's shoulders reassuringly as she guided her closer to the older man. Laura stood facing Steven, who held his belt in his hand.
"Feel my belt," Steven instructed. Laura wasn't sure what he was getting at. "Kathy and I will not only use you sexually. We will discipline you with my belt as well."
Laura listened, wide-eyed, fearful, and curious. Kathy continued, "We also have bonuses for you, Laura. Both Steven and I enjoy spanking pretty girls like you, as do some of our patrons. Bonuses will be given for pleasing our important customers, and of course, for pleasing us." Steven slapped the belt against his own palm. Laura jumped at the sound. "Laura," he instructed, "turn around now and take down your skirt."
Although she could scarcely understand what was happening, Laura found herself complying. She did as Steven commanded, turning slowly, bending forward, loosening her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. Undoing her side zipper, she bent forward and wriggled her bottom. Her skirt dropped to her ankles.
Laura looked at Kathy. Kathy smiled encouragingly at the young girl, nodding her approval of Laura's obedience. Laura breathed deeply. Then, in one easy motion, she pulled down her panties, exposing her bare backside for Steven's eyes.
Kathy stepped forward. "Very nice," she commented, running hand over Laura's round, young, white-as-snow bottom.
"Now, take off your top," said Kathy. Laura straightened and turned around to face Steven. Unable to hold his gaze, she dropped her eyes. Slowly, deliberately, she undid each button until her blouse fell freely to the floor. A lacy pushup bra framed her sweet young breasts. Kathy moved behind Laura and removed the bra. Laura's tender mounds of teenage tit flesh sprang forward, nipples erect.
Steven smiled. He examined each tit individually. Laura realized her breathing was becoming rapid. She was feeling a bit light headed. "Oh my!," she exclaimed, clad only in stockings and heels. "Now for the audition," Steven said. He and Kathy smiled knowingly at each other. Steven unzipped his trousers.
Kathy took Laura by the hand. She placed her on all fours on the Ottoman, facing Steven's crotch. Steven's handed his belt to Kathy. Kathy seated herself at Laura's side.
