Date: Sun, 3 Mar 2013 07:26:25 -0800 (PST)
From: Jane Parks <janeparkshot@yahoo.com>
Subject: Bank Girl

Bank Girl

Jane Parks

F/f Humil.

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Here's another one I owe to Cowgirl.

Lisa was really worried.  She was so worried that she
couldn't sleep at night.  Since the end of school, she
had somehow maxed out the charge card her mother had
given her, and the charge card company was starting to
send her mother past due notices.  Up until now, Lisa
had been waylaying them at the mailbox before her
mother got home from work.  But she knew that sooner
or later her mom would find out.  Then Lisa would be
grounded for life. How could she have been so stupid
as to let her spending get so far out of hand in such
a short time?

Lisa just had to find a way to get enough money
together quickly to pay off the charge card debt so
she could convince her mother not to throw the book at
her.  She was well aware that her mom didn't have a
very high opinion of her daughter's general
intelligence, anyway.  And this latest stunt of hers
would just confirm her impression of Lisa as a stupid
little twit.

Back in the spring, Lisa's friend Gracie had told her
about this really cool after school job she had gotten
over at the Berkshire Bank.  From five o'clock till
seven o'clock each day, Gracie worked as a kind of
gofer at the bank.  She helped load the ATM machine,
she collected the drop bags, and she bundled the bills
in the bill counter for the next day's business.  It
was a great job; not very demanding at all.  And
Gracie got twelve dollars an hour.  By the time school
was out for the summer, Gracie had done such a good
job that the bank manager, Ms. Heard, had hired her on
as a full-time teller trainee.

When Lisa's money worries finally got the best of her,
she called and asked Gracie about whether the bank
needed an extra gofer for a while.  Gracie giggled
over the phone and told her that Ms. Heard had just
spoken to her that day, in fact, about seeing if she
could get one of her little school friends to work at
the bank part-time for her since Gracie wasn't able to
perform her gofer duties anymore because she was
training to be a full-time teller.

Lisa was ecstatic with the prospect of getting out of
her money crunch by working at the bank, and she asked
Gracie if she wouldn't mind recommending her to Ms.
Heard.

Gracie was silent on the other end of the phone for a
few seconds.  Lisa found herself getting panicky when
Gracie didn't immediately assure her friend that she
would recommend her.  What if Gracie didn't want to
recommend her to Ms. Heard after all?  Then what would
she do?

"Please, Gracie.  I really need this job.  Can't you
say something positive to Ms. Heard about hiring me?"
Gracie thought for a minute longer.  Then she said, "I
can't really recommend you, Lisa, 'cause I don't know
what kind of a worker you would be."

Lisa almost started crying.

"Please, Gracie.  I'm your best friend, and I really
need this job."

Gracie remained silent for another minute while Lisa's
panic grew and grew.

"Well, Lisa," Gracie finally said.  "I can't recommend
you to Ms. Heard 'cause if you screwed up she would
blame me.  But I can see if she'd be willing to
interview you, herself.  If she likes you and hires
you on her own, then, if you screw up, it won't be my
fault."

Lisa could feel her panic subsiding a little.  Maybe
she could get the job after all.

"That would be really great, Gracie.  Could you talk
to her real soon?  I'm desperate."

Gracie gave another little giggle.

"Sure, Lisa.  I can ask her tomorrow morning.  I'll
call you if she says that she would be willing to
interview you.  OK?"

Lisa was practically dancing with relief.

"That would be great.  Thanks, Gracie."

As she hung up the phone, Lisa heard Gracie giggle
again softly.

All next morning, Lisa sat impatiently by the phone
hoping and praying that it would ring and Gracie would
tell her to come down to the bank right away for her
interview.  By eleven o'clock, Lisa had just about
given up hope.  What was she going to do if Gracie let
her down?  Her mom would kill her when she found out
about the amount of money she owed.

Then, the phone rang and it was Gracie.

"Lisa?  I convinced Ms. Heard to interview you.  You
need to be here at the bank at four-thirty this
afternoon to talk to her.  If she likes you, she'll
hire you on the spot and you can start doing my old
job today.  So don't screw up.  OK?"

Lisa was jumping up and down she was so happy.
"Today!  Did you say I could start work today?"
Gracie laughed aloud at Lisa's excited antics.
"Yes, Lisa.  Today.  But only if Ms. Heard really,
really likes you."

Gracie's cautionary words rekindled Lisa's anxiety.
What if Ms. Heard didn't like her?  And there was a
little something weird in Gracie's voice that hinted
that Ms. Heard might *not* like her.

"What should I do to impress her, Gracie?  What should
I wear?  How should I act?"

Gracie was silent for a minute.  Then she said "look,
Lisa.  You didn't hear this from me.  But the fact of
the matter is that Ms. Heard has a 'thing' for younger
girls."

Lisa sucked in her breath.  A little shiver went
through her body.  What did Gracie mean?
"A 'thing' for younger girls.  What kind of a 'thing?'
Gracie giggled.

"Oh come on, Lisa.  You know.  A 'thing.'"

Lisa furrowed her brow.  Could Gracie be saying what
Lisa thought she was saying?  Lisa's little shiver
became a little thrill of curiosity.

"You know.  She likes to look at them, especially if
they have tuff little bodies like you and I do, kiddo.
 She likes to get close to them.  You know.  Real
close.  And sometimes she likes touching them.  You
know.  *Touching* them.  How do you think I got my job
here?  And how do you think I keep it?"

Lisa plopped down on the couch with the phone glued to
her ear.  So that was how it was.  Gracie was telling
her in no uncertain terms that if she wanted this job,
she would have to make a good impression on Ms. Heard.

And the way to do that was to appear to be the kind
of girl that the bank manager could indulge her
'thing' with. Lisa's little thrill became a little
itch.

As she sat there not saying a word, Lisa's mind began
to turn over the idea of what it would be like to
allow an older woman to indulge her 'thing' with her.
She had never really thought in those terms before,
but she had to admit to herself that the idea had a
kind of tingly appeal to it.  She wasn't flattering
herself when she evaluated her physical charms and
found that she really was a tuff looking young girl.
She had a cute face, long brown hair that reached
below her shoulders, small but well formed breasts, a
flat tummy, a tight little bubble butt, and long
well-muscled legs.  Ms. Heard could certainly do
worse.

And Lisa really, really needed this job.
"Gracie, please tell Ms. Heard that I'll be there by
four thirty this afternoon for my interview."

Gracie giggled and said, "That's great Lisa.  And I'll
give you a little advice.  When you dress for the
interview, you'd better take advantage of the fact
that it's summer weather."

Lisa smiled and placed her hand lightly between her
legs.  She didn't know much, but she did know how to
dress to her sexy body's best advantage.  The thought
of making this older bank manager drool over her set
Lisa to itching all over again.  What would it be like
to seduce an older woman?  Well, she had better get
used to the idea if she wanted that job.

"Oh, I will Gracie.  I will."

When Lisa arrived for her interview, the bank had
already closed.  But Gracie was at the front door
waiting to let her in.  Lisa's friend smiled broadly
when she saw her.  There was no denying the fact that
Lisa had taken her friend's advice to heart about how
she should dress for her interview.

The young girl was decked out in a tight peach colored
blouse with the tails tied just above her belly button
and a teal pleated miniskirt that hemmed well above
her knees.  She had combed out her hair until it fell
like a soft cascade around her face and onto her
shoulders.  Gracie also noticed that her friend had
decided not to wear a bra to the interview.  Under
other circumstances, this rather immodest mode of
dress would be considered very unprofessional for a
job interview.  But then, this was no ordinary job
interview.  Was it?

"How do I look, Gracie?" Lisa whispered as she stepped
through the open door.

"Just fine, Lisa.  If you don't get the job dressed up
in that outfit, nobody will."

"Now let me take you back to Ms. Heard's office."

Both girls walked quickly and silently through the
bank lobby and down a side hall until they arrived at
a closed door that said "Manager" on it.  Gracie
knocked softly.

Her knock brought a brusque, "come in" from the other
side of the door.  Gracie turned the knob and ushered
her friend inside Ms. Heard's office.

"Ms. Heard.  This is Lisa Mills.  She's here for her
interview for my old job."

As Lisa stood in the bank manager's office, she looked
closely at the facial expression of the woman sitting
behind her big desk, trying to discern whether she had
made a good first impression.  From the tight smile on
the older woman's face, she could not tell for
certain.  But she hoped.  Surely she looked sexy
enough to make Ms. Heard want to indulge her *thing*
for younger girls with her.

Suddenly Ms. Heard stood up and briskly came around to
the front of her desk.  She was rather tall for a
woman of her age, and also a little on the chubby
side.  Lisa noted her ample bosom and hips set off by
her rather severely tailored business suit.  She also
noted the older woman's long legs that showed through
the slit in her skirt.  All in all, Lisa decided that
Ms. Heard was a rather imposing figure of a woman.  A
nagging little doubt gnawed at the back of her mind.
Was this such a good idea after all?  Would Ms. Heard
find her *interesting* enough to offer the job to her
or would she just ask her to leave?

"Hi Lisa.  Gracie has told me so much about you."

The older woman had extended her hand in what appeared
to be a welcoming gesture.  Lisa instinctively took
Ms. Heard's hand and held it in hers.  Without
withdrawing her hand, Ms. Heard turned to Gracie, and
said, "thank you, Gracie.  I'll conduct Lisa's
interview alone.  Why don't you say good-bye now to
your little friend and run along home.  You've put in
a long day.  Haven't you, dear?"

There was a little superior giggle in Ms. Heard's
voice as she summarily dismissed Gracie.  Lisa
wondered what she had meant by saying that Gracie had
put in a long day.  But her mind almost immediately
left Gracie behind.  She wanted to get on with her
interview.  She wanted to make her best little Lolita
impression on Ms. Heard.  She wanted the job.

At Ms. Heard's dismissive words, Gracie got a strange
kind of disappointed look on her face.

"But I thought you were going to let me...."

Ms. Heard let go of Lisa's hand, swung swiftly around,
and slapped Gracie full on the face before the girl
could raise her hand to defend herself."

SLAP.

Gracie fell back a step.  Tears trickled down her
stinging cheek.

"Don't argue with me, little Gracie," Ms. Heard said
with a hard edge to her voice.

"I know what I said, but that was before I saw her.
Now I've decided to conduct the interview alone. Go
home as I instructed you and wait for my phone call
like a good little girl."

Lisa took in the tense little scene between Ms. Heard
and Gracie with mixed emotions.  She was certainly
shocked to see her friend physically abused that way
by Ms. Heard.  But she was also secretly turned on a
little by the fact that the older woman had dominated
Gracie so completely.  Lisa felt an insistent itch in
her nether lips at the thought that Ms. Heard might be
the same way with her soon.

Without another word, Gracie turned on her heel and
left the room.  Despite her stinging cheek and Ms.
Heard's harsh words, Gracie retained enough presence
of mind to close the door quietly behind her as she
left.

When Lisa turned back around from watching Gracie
depart, she found that Ms. Heard was staring boldly at
her.  The older woman acknowledged the girl with a
little satisfied smirk.

"Gracie is a good looking little girl.  Isn't she, Lisa?"

Lisa was tongue-tied.  She didn't know what to say.

Ms. Heard walked back around to her desk and sat down.
"Well, Lisa.  Isn't she?"

Lisa bit her lower lip.

"Yes, ma'am.  Gracie is good looking."

Ms. Heard shot back another question.

"Do you find Gracie attractive, Lisa?"
Lisa bit her lip harder.

"Attractive?" she managed to blurt out.

"Yes, attractive," Ms. Heard said impatiently.

"Or are you too stupid to understand the meaning of
the word?  You know, attractive.  As in, 'are you
attracted to Gracie?'"

Lisa blushed.

"Yes ma'am.  I understand what 'attractive' means."

Ms. Heard leaned forward, the bottoms of her full
breasts pushing against the fabric of her blouse to
rest lightly on her desk blotter.

"Good girl.  Well then.  Do you find little Gracie
attractive?  It's a simple question.  Can't you answer
it?"

Lisa was speechless.  She had never thought of her
best friend as 'attractive' in the way Ms. Heard
clearly meant it.  But maybe, on second thought...."

"Well, Lisa?"

Ms. Heard was not going to let Lisa off the hook.

"Yes, ma'am.  I guess I find her 'attractive.'

Ms. Heard nodded her head slowly.

"So do I."

Lisa's blush grew deeper.

"Now, Lisa," the older woman asked pointedly.  "Do you
find *me* attractive?"

Lisa stood in the middle of the bank manager's office
suddenly feeling like she wanted to run away.  Perhaps
she could find another way to get the money
necessarily to pay off her credit charges.  This was
getting really weird.

"Well," Ms. Heard said with an insistent edge to her
voice.

Lisa blinked.  She knew that there was realistically
no other way to earn the money she needed as quickly
as she could by working for the bank.  She had better
get her mind right and do what needed to be done to
land this job.

She looked at the older woman and smiled sweetly.
"Yes ma'am.  I think you're attractive, too."

As she said the words, Lisa's little sniz twitched.
She really did find the older woman attractive.
Attractive and powerful.  She wasn't lying.

"Well then, if you find me so attractive, Lisa, why
don't you come over here and stand next to me."

Lisa slowly and deliberately crossed the office and
stood close beside where the manager was sitting.  Ms.
Heard reached out and placed her hand behind Lisa's
knee and began slowly sliding it back and forth.  Lisa
sucked in her breath, but didn't move a muscle.

"That's a good girl," Ms Heard cooed.

Ms. Heard continued to explore Lisa's knee hollow with
her fondling fingers.

"I like good little girls like you who do as they're
told."

The older woman slid her warm, moist palm back and
forth along the back of Lisa's now trembling knee.
She took her other hand and placed it on the girl's
shoulder.

"You know, Lisa.  Gracie told me all about you.  She
told me that you really need this job to keep your
Mommy out of trouble with the credit card people.  You
do need the job.  Don't you, little girl?"

Lisa closed her eyes and nodded her head 'yes' as the
older woman began moving her hand up the girl's thigh.
 Ms Heard chuckled, leaned over, and whispered softly
into Lisa's ear.

"You know, Lisa.  I have a nasty little hobby.  I like
collecting little girl hand puppets.  Do you want to
be one of my little girl hand puppets?"

As she spoke, the older woman moved her hand higher
and higher on Lisa's silky thigh.

She was so close.

Lisa shivered hard all over her body.

"Don't you want to frisk around for me just like a
cute little hand puppet, Lisa?"

Lisa felt Ms. Heard's thumb press seductively against
her panty gusset: against her moist lips.  She sighed.

 Surely the bank manager could feel by the girl's
sticky wetness that Lisa wanted more than anything
right then to be her sexy, submissive little girl hand
puppet.

Ms. Heard chuckled as she felt the girl's hot wetness.

"Why Lisa.  Your little girl panties are soppy wet.

Don't you want to take them off for me like a good
little girl and put on a fresh pair?"

Ms. Heard's thumb was pressing harder; exploring,
teasing.

Lisa couldn't speak so she just nodded her head.

"Well then.  Why don't you just take them off for me
like a good little puppet, and I'll give you a fresh
pair of mine to put on in their place."

Like an automaton, Lisa reached under her miniskirt
and tugged her wet panties off her hips and down her
legs until she could step out of them.  Ms. Heard slid
her fingers teasingly along the girl's puffy sex lips,
and then removed her hand.

Ms. Heard smiled.

"Good little puppet.  Now, do you know what I want you
to do with your sticky little pannies.  Or are you
just too stupid to figure it out for yourself?"

Lisa shuddered.  This woman was making her so very
wet.  She really couldn't figure out what Ms. Heard
wanted her to do with her panties, and she began to
cry softly.  Her inability to understand was
confirming Ms. Heard's opinion of her.  Just like her
mother's.

Ms. Heard reached out her hand, the one that had been
petting her.

"That's OK, Lisa.  I don't mind at all if you're too
stupid to figure things out for yourself.  'Cause that
means that I'll have to figure them out for you."
Lisa nodded, ashamed that Ms. Heard was obviously so
right about her.

"Give them to me, Lisa stupid.  I want to keep them as
a memento of our first nasty time together."

Lisa immediately handed over her soppy panties to Ms.
Heard who took them and held them under her nose.  She
inhaled Lisa's scent and smiled serenely.
"You smell good enough to eat, Lisa stupid."

Lisa flashed on the older woman's words, and she
almost fell to the floor.  Ms. Heard was so strong,
while she was so weak and stupid.

"But that's for later, dear.  Isn't it?  Now you be
good and just stand still while I put my own fresh
panties on you.  We can't have you running around the
bank with no panties on.  Can we, Lisa stupid?"

Lisa slowly shook her head 'no."

Ms. Heard opened a desk drawer, dropped Lisa's sticky
panties inside, and drew out a fresh pair of her own
panties.

"I keep several pairs handy to put on my girls when
they get wet for me.  I want all my employees to be
fresh for their customers.  And I want you to be
fresh, too.  Since I've decided to hire you for
Gracie's old job."

Lisa barely heard the words being spoken by Ms. Heard.
 She was concentrating so hard on the erotic feel of
the older woman's hands on her legs as she snuggled
her panties up Lisa's calves and thighs.  Ms. Heard
was putting her own panties on Lisa.  That was kind of
like putting her brand on the young girl.  Wasn't it?

Lisa was more aroused than she had ever been before in
her young life; standing there so close to Ms. Heard,
wearing her panties.  When the older woman allowed her
tantalizing thumb to touch Lisa's vulva once again,
the young girl nearly exploded.  She suddenly was
taken over by an almost irresistible desire to pee.
She squeezed with all her might.  She really, really
didn't want to pee herself right in front of her new
employer, in her office, in her panties.  The utter
humiliation of such a catastrophe would be absolutely
unbearable for her.

Ms. Heard chuckled.

"Is my little Lisa stupid about to pee herself?"

Ms. Heard had felt Lisa's sudden jerk and had
immediately guessed the cause of it.

"Well, is she," the older woman demanded.  She pinched
the girl's nether lips hard through the material of
her panties.  Lisa squealed.  Ms. Heard laughed and
tugged her panties halfway down the girl's thighs.

"Not in my fresh panties you don't, Lisa Stupid."

Lisa was so mortified to be making such an
embarrassing admission to Ms. Heard.  She was so
worthless that she couldn't even keep herself from
peeing.  She averted her eyes and just nodded her head
exactly like a toddler who wasn't yet potty trained.
Ms. Heard giggled softly and reached her other hand
over and brought a metal wastebasket out from behind
her desk.  Once more pressing her thumb against Lisa's
moist lower lips, she used her other hand to place the
wastebasket between the girl's splayed legs.

"OK, Lisa stupid.  You can go ahead and pee if you
must."

As much as Lisa needed to pee, she didn't want to do
it in front of Ms. Heard.  And she certainly didn't
want to do it with the older woman's thumb right
against her pee hole.  But Ms. Heard wasn't giving her
any choice in the matter.

"I said PEE, Lisa stupid."

Ms. Heard yelled the words right into Lisa's face.
And the young girl did as she was commanded.  As she
peed the hot stream out of her body, she could feel
Ms. Heard's thumb enter her tight canal and press
against her mucus covered pussy walls.  She could also
feel the rest of the older woman's fingers stroking
along her lips and getting covered with her hot urine.

She could hear her spray hitting the sides of the
metal wastebasket, and the sound made her feel so very
degraded.  She also knew that Ms. Heard's taunting
fingers were directing some of her spray onto her
panties.  She really was "Lisa stupid."  Wasn't she?

But she just couldn't stop the flow.  She peed and
peed, until she finally peed herself out.

Ms. Heard whispered into her ear as she continued to
pet her young submissive victim, "she's in soooo far
over her head.  Isn't she?"

Lisa nodded.

"She's so stupid that she just can't cope any more
without being led around by me like a lost little
lamb.  Can she?"

Lisa shook her head in agreement.  She knew that Ms.
Heard was right about her.  Just like her mother.

She suddenly felt an overwhelming need to cum as the
bank manager continued to stroke her pee soppy pussy.
But she fought with all her might to keep herself from
doing so.  Surely there was some tiny shred of
self-control left in her.

Ms. Heard continued to play with her new hand puppet
while Lisa whimpered and struggled with all her might
not to give in.  She wouldn't give her tormentress the
final satisfaction of making her cum.  She just
wouldn't.

Ms. Heard kept whispering in her ear.

"Peeing yourself in front of me, Lisa stupid.  How
humiliating that must be for you.  But, then again,
you obviously like being humiliated.  Don't you?  Why,
I do believe that you're actually hot from doing it."

Ms. Heard was now wringing Lisa's panty gusset out
with her thumb and forefinger.  The young girl could
feel the trickle of cold urine drip down her leg, and
she nearly fainted from the degradation the cruel bank
manager was causing her.  And still she fought not to
cum.  Poor little Lisa was becoming almost hysterical
as she struggled against her own body's need for
release.  God, she needed to cum, and cum, and cum.
"Is something wrong, Lisa stupid?"  Ms. Heard licked
the words into the young girl's ear as she returned to
her nasty petting.

Lisa shook her head defiantly.  She could pull herself
together if she really wanted to.  She could even walk
right out the door and leave this horrid woman and her
cruel domineering ways.  Yes she could.

Oh God.  Could she?

Ms. Heard continued her little pussy stroking game,
and her little ear licking game.

"Come on, Lisa stupid.  All you have to do is just
give me a little cumcum.  You know you really want to
cumcum for Ms. Heard like all my other little bank
girls.  Don't you, baby?"

Lisa's eyes filled with tears.  She suddenly knew that
she couldn't fight it any longer.  Ms. Heard was just
too strong for her to resist.  The bank manager was
right.  She was Lisa stupid, and she would always be
Lisa stupid."

"Come on, little girl.  Don't you think that it's time
to admit to yourself that I'm much stronger than you
are?  I'm more than strong enough to push your nasty
little buttons any time I want to, my stupid little
hand puppet.  And I'll always be.  And when you
finally cumcum for me, I'll know that I'm right.  And
you'll know it too.  Won't you Lisa stupid?"

Lisa couldn't hold out any more.

"Yes," she screamed out as waves of wrenching orgasm
made her insides spasm with searing release.

"Yes," she screamed again as Ms. Heard jammed three
long fingers deep into her, feeling the strong muscles
of her tight canal squeeze them almost painfully;
almost.

"Yes," she cried out as she slowly sank to the floor,
no longer able to stand.  Ms. Heard slipped out of her
desk chair and sank with her, unwilling to let go of
her hot, sticky prize.

"Yes," she sighed contentedly as the last ripples of
lust flowed through her body.

Lisa languidly stretched like a lazy cat in the
afterglow of her orgasm.  She was only vaguely aware
that Ms. Heard had removed her hand from between her
legs and was licking her fingers like a grommet after
a sumptuous meal.  She did so enjoy the first tasting
of a submissive young girl.

When Lisa was conscious enough to understand, Ms.
Heard easily lifter the weak girl to her feet.

"That's my good little Lisa stupid.  Now, you go home,
and I'll get your paperwork all set so you can begin
work tomorrow.  You've had a pretty tiring first day
on the job.  Just like Gracie did last spring when I
hired her."

Lisa suddenly realized that she had completed her
interview successfully, and that Ms. Heard had agreed
to hire her.

"See how it all works out for the best.  Gracie worked
out so well as a gofer that she's now a teller
trainee.  And soon, she may end up as one of my
obedient little tellers. 'Cause after about a year,
I'll get tired of one of my current little teller hand
puppets and have to replace her.  Then Gracie can
become a full-fledged teller.  That's why I'm always
looking for new girls just like you, Lisa stupid, to
bring up through the little girl hand puppet ranks,
you know."

Lisa's eyes became wide with understanding.  She was
going to be here at the bank with Ms. Heard and all
the other obedient little tellers until the older
woman finally tired of her in a year or so.

Lisa was worried again.  Not about the next year or
two.  Ms. Heard would take care of all that for her.
But what was going to happen to her afterwards?

Ms. Heard broke into Lisa's worried train of thought.

"Be sure to hand wash and dry my panties when you get
home, Lisa stupid.  Bring them in all fresh and ready
tomorrow afternoon when you come to work."

Ms. Heard gave Lisa's butt a possessive little pat.
"I always seem to need a fresh supply."

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