Chapter 6

Ann Marshall strolled into the employment office and took a seat with the other applicants. The atmosphere appeared gloomy as sad and depressed looking people awaited their turn to be interviewed. She tried to look cheerful, hoping it would make her standout among the others, giving her a better chance to get a job. One by one, they took their turns with the interviewers. Some departed happy, successful in their attempt to gain employment, while others left, dejected. Finally it was her turn.

"Good morning," greeted a grey-haired old man, wearing small, wire-framed eyeglasses and a grey flannel suit.

"Good morning," said Ann with a smile, following him into a private office.

She sat down in the empty chair alongside his desk and crossed her legs. She wore a revealing, low-necked dress and high-heeled shoes, which gave her a striking, sexy appearance.

"What type of job were you seeking Miss Marshall?" he asked as he looked over her application.

"I'll take whatever is available. I don't have any experience, but I learn fast," she said. She noticed his eyes traveling up her legs, and she deliberately shifted her position in the chair in order to give him a better view of her lovely thighs. "I'm sure you must have something available." She took a deep breath, thrusting her tits out further.

The old man sighed at the sight of Ann's voluptuous body. He leaned forward and placed his hand on her knee and said, "I think I have just the job for you." His hand traveled further up between her legs, squeezing her soft, inner thighs. He stared at her big tits as he talked. "The manager of the apartment building that you live in needs an assistant. You will be trained as you work. Are you interested?"

"Of course, I am. That would be great. When do I start?"

"You can start today. I'll call them and tell them that you're on your way." He was still squeezing her thighs.

"How can I ever thank you?" she asked.

"I'll show you," he said. He rose out of his chair and knelt down in front of Ann.

Pushing her dress up to her waist, he began kissing her legs.

Ann knew what he wanted to do and she decided to let him. After all, he had just given her a job, and she felt that she owed him something. Besides, it would feel good having a hot, wet tongue licking her pussy. Her cunt quivered as she awaited his touch.

Jim Harris reached up and pulled down her panties, marveling at the thick, black hair between her legs. He spread her legs wide and buried his face in her ripe pussy. He was clumsy in his efforts, but his lips and tongue, slobbering over Ann's juicy cunt, had her squirming wildly in her chair.

"Ahhhhh! Ohhhhh! Ifs so goooood," she moaned as she reached down and grabbed the back of his head and forced his face deeper into her greedy pussy.

She felt his tongue dart into her cunt and lick her pussy walls. She shook violently as teeth clamped down on her swollen clit. "Ohhhhh! Unhhhhh! You sweet, pussy-eating bastard!" she groaned. She felt her cunt grow wet and, with a small cry, she came, the orgasm nearly knocking her out of the chair.

Her juices flowed freely over the old man's face, and he continued to lap up the sweet nectar until she finally pushed him away.

After pulling up her panties, she said good-bye to the old man and departed, excited over her new job.

Ann walked into the building manager's office and presented herself to

Becky.

"Hello! So we meet again," said Ann. "The employment office sent me over.

I'm to be your assistant."

"Yes, they told me. That's great. I'm glad you got the job. I just know we'll get along fine," said Becky. She took Ann aside and began explaining the responsibilities of the job to her.

"Your main job will be to rent vacant condominiums to prospective tenants.

You'll meet many different people everyday. You'll find it interesting work."

"It sure sounds interesting. I think I'll like working here."

"Fine, I'll show you around the building now, so you'll be familiar with everything."

She took Ann through the building, showing her all the supply rooms, plumbing facilities, and other important items. They started at the roof and traveled through the building, ending in the basement.

"The boiler room is over there, through that door," said Becky, pointing towards a large red door.

"What's in that room?" asked Ann. She pointed to a small room, just opposite the boiler room.

"That's the janitor's office," said Becky. "Come on, I'll introduce you to him." She led Ann into the room and there sat the tall, blond young man, whom Ann had fucked two days ago.

"John," said Becky, "I'd like you to meet Ann. She'll be working here with us from now on. Ann, meet John."

"Hello, Ann," said John. "How is your garbage disposal working?" he asked with a wink of his eye.

"Just fine," said Ann. "I'm glad to meet you again."

"Oh, that's right," interrupted Becky. "You two met before, when Ann first moved, in. I had forgotten."

"Yes, we met before. But I don't believe she met Jerry," said John. At that moment, Jerry walked into the room, carrying a tool box.

"Jerry," said John. "This is Ann. She's working here in the building.

She'll be Becky's assistant. Ann, this is Jerry our other janitor."

"Hello," said Jerry. "Glad to meet you."

"Hi!" said Ann. Her eyes devoured this strange man. He was a large, heavy brute with big, powerful arms and a rough beard covering most of his ugly face. He looked to Ann like a huge, wild beast, and her pussy quivered at the sight of the large bulge in his crotch.