(c)JIM P 1995

Scott entered the Job Centre, took a quick glance at the almost empty vacancy boards and join the queue of miserable looking depressed people. This was now a well worn routine. He had been unable to hold down a steady job ever since he left school. He was now 35 and the longest job he ever had was 8 years as a funeral assistant. Unfortunately he was sacked when he was caught making love to a corpse. “She was a babe with a great body. It wasn’t my fault. She was asking for it” he reflects bitterly. That was 5 years ago, apart from a few seasonal part-time jobs he hadn’t been able to get a permanent job since.

Slowly Scott moves closer to the young woman sitting behind the desk. She has short light brown hair with a slender but buxom figure and wearing a business skirt & jacket. “Nice looking, good pair of tits” he thinks to himself “I wouldn’t mind giving her a good seeing to”. In some ways she reminds of him of “The Nutcracker”[JIMP#3]. “I would have had her too. Jim Priest just stood there watching. I bet he put her up to it” he thinks with venom.

Eventually he reaches the front of the queue. He leans over the desk peering down the front of the young lady’s blouse. “cor what a great cleavage. I’d like to stick my cock down there” he thinks becoming aroused. “Please sit down, Mr. Morris” She tells him in an exasperated voice. “Oh no, not him again” she thinks to herself “I feel like smacking the freckled face odious creep hard in the mouth”. She stares at him until he lowers his short slightly overweight bulk into the chair in front of her desk. She thinks “He always comes to my desk to gawp at my breasts or knock something on the floor so he can try and look up my skirt”. She was broken from her thoughts by Scott knocking a pamphlet off her desk. “Oh I’m sorry Mary. I’ll pick it up for you” he says with a grin on his face that she is tempted to wipe off. “Damn name badges” she thinks to herself as he retrieves the pamphlet. She clamps her knees and calves together tight to spoil his view.

Retrieving Scott’s records on the computer, she enquires “How did the interview with McCrakens go last week?”. “Oh, er, they said they were looking for someone younger” he replied. “Yeah, Yeah” she thinks “More like they found him repulsive like everyone else”. She notices that he has plasters bound around the arm of his glasses again and his face is slightly bruised. “So someone else couldn’t resist punching his obnoxious face in. Probably the guy at McCrakens” she thinks. “No full time jobs this week again, I’m afraid, but there are a few seasonal jobs going” she tells him as she hands him some cards containing job details to look at.

Mary suppresses a smirk as she recalls Mr. Johnson mimicking Scott when they were at school together. “Oooh my balls, oooh my balls” he would cry in an imitation of Scott’s whinging voice as he minces around the office clutching his groin. In her mind she can just visualise it. She’d get up from her desk, walk right up to him, unbutton her blouse and pull it wide open to give him an eyeful of her ample fleshly orbs. She could imagine the bulge in his trousers aching for her and then WHAM she’d slam her knee into his nuts, savouring the feel of his soft balls being crushed by her hard knee.

He is still starting at her cleavage. “Nothing there luv” he says. “What about the camping guide job?” Mary asks, desperate to do anything to stop him coming back for the rest of the summer. “Na!, I mean I know about tents an’ all that. I mean I’ve done quite a bit of camping, but looking after kids. Forget it darlin” he replies. “oh no you don’t you bastard” she thinks to herself and says “Oh it no trouble. There will groups of 5 or 6 Japanese students aged between 14 and 16. They all speak some English and are over here to get some practical experience with the language and see some of our cultural heritage. Camping trips to our countryside is proving very popular. They won’t be any trouble. You know how disciplined these Japanese are?”. She is winging it now, anything to get rid of the git. “I don’t know” he starts to say, but Mary thinking fast butts in “I have to insist you go for jobs for which you have the necessary experience otherwise we will have to stop your dole money”. “oh, okay” he mumbles. “Bingo!, he fell for it” she thinks with a sigh of relief. Before he has time to change his mind, Mary has phoned up the company and has fixed an appointment.

Much to Scott’s surprise the interview goes well and they agree to take him on for a trial period of 3 weeks. During this time he is supervised by a more experienced man and takes small groups of Japanese high-school boys and girls camping in various regions of the English countryside. He actually finds he enjoys getting away from the wife, the rundown city suburbs and the demoralising shadow of unemployment. He finds that his charges are on the whole well behaved and respectful, although they like playing loud music and mucking around as much as any other teenager. Some of the girls are rather cute, he finds them pleasant to look at, but he knows they are too young for him. Passing his trial period, he is allowed to take the groups of boys and girls unsupervised.

The weeks pass and Scott makes his way to King’s Cross station to pick up a new group of Japanese teenagers. Looking around the large entrance hall beneath the vast high ceiling he spots Anne Cunningham. Anne is a permanent member of the cultural exchange. She is a stern looking woman in her forties and around 5’11” compared to Scott’s 5’5”. Her hair is white, curly on top of her head and severely cropped to the sides and at the back. Her face is long with a wide nose and a jutting chin. She glares at Scott through her glasses with steely grey eyes. She looks like a track athlete, long slender body, wide shoulders, small breasts and long strong runner’s legs shown off to full advantage in shorts. She is wearing flat sandals but it is obvious that if she were wearing heels that her large strong looking calves would show powerful muscle. She is wearing a sleeveless top and Scott can’t help but notice her broad shoulders and vascular arms. It is obvious that she works out. Those muscles make him nervous.

He is surprised to see a group of four girls and no boys. The are wearing school uniforms. This consists of a white blouse and a black pleated skirt. The blouse has a wide collar and cuffs are blue with 3 white stripes. On their feet they wear shiny black shoes and very short white socks.

“Right I’ve shown these girls the delights of London, now its your turn to show them our lovely countryside” Anne tells Scott. “There must be some mistake, no-one said anything about all girl groups” he replies. “Girls, run along to the newsagents for a few minutes will you?” She says. When the girls have gone she turns to Scott and grabs his hands in hers. Slowly she turns her forearms towards him and forces his arms back towards his body. “No, please no” Scott begs as he is forced to his knees under the power of her arms which are now thick and bulging with muscle. “I don’t like the look of you and I’m a pretty good judge of character. If you rape or otherwise sexually abuse these girls then I’ll come down on you like a ton of bricks. Understand?” She tells him. With that she bends his forearms back until they touch his upper arms “Yes yes I understand” Scott begs. She releases him and shakily Scott rises from his knees, blushing red from the stares of all the commuters and other passengers laughing at him.

When the girls return, Anne introduces them to Scott. As usual he has difficulty remembering the names. However this time he is breath-taken with Ayako, the eldest of the girls. She is extremely beautiful, her oval face framed by black hair worn in two long pigtails, brown oriental eyes, a slender nose, and a small mouth. She smiles so pleasantly that he cannot resist smiling back. Realising that Anne is watching him, he starts pushing a trolley with their luggage, leading the girls to catch their train.

On the train, Ayako sits opposite Scott. Looking at her sweet innocent angelic face, he has to try hard to suppress not so angelic thoughts. “You married, Scott?” she asks. “Um, yes” he replies. “Yes married alright”he bitterly remembers, to his younger cousin Julie. “It wasn’t my fault” he thinks. He remembers how one summer, Sharon and her parents came to stay with Scott’s family. He was 23 and she was reasonably attractive, a bit on the large built side though but with big boobs. He remembers being tantalised by the sight of her in tight T-shirts and skimpy shorts. Finally one day he saw he enter the bathroom for a shower, he had to take a peek. The sight of her buxom body dripping with water was too much for him, his erection painfully pressing against the fabric of his jeans. She hadn’t noticed him yet, still engrossed in her shower. He removed his trousers and the rest of his clothes and got in behind her. He slid his hands around her body and began to massage her large soapy wet boobs. The feel of her slippery wet body against his as she struggled to get away from him was so erotic that he thought he would come. However she didn’t like it and struggled hard, forcing him out of the shower. He started to fear that she was too strong for him. Somehow he managed to pull her to the floor and got on top of her. Her resistance seemed to evaporate as soon as he started kissing her. Eagerly he slipped inside her, gave a few humps and released his load. Unfortunately, the noise of their struggle had been heard by their parents who found them naked on the bathroom floor. Scott was forced to marry Sharon, even though she had an early miscarriage. The marriage was a sham, they didn’t love each other and she is very uncooperative in bed, leaving Scott very undersexed.