Date: Sat, 10 Feb 2007 17:33:06 -0800 (PST)
From: LeAnn McLane <leannmclane@sbcglobal.net>
Subject: Big City Success (FF auth)

	Jan moved to the big city a few years ago right after graduating
from high school. Quickly she realized she should have found a job before
moving.

	"I'm really sorry; Miss Engels, but I've hired young people fresh
from the farm on several occasions and about the time they reached the
point where they could start paying back the cost of training, each one
suddenly got homesick and went home."

	"But I would never do that; I'll sign a contract if necessary."

	"Then if you quit, I could sue you.  For what, dear, the clothes on
your back?"

	At a fast food restaurant, she found some part time work.  She had
no place to stay except the backseat of her old car.  The problem with that
was finding a safe place to park it.

	Jan lived like that for nearly a year, searching for a job all day,
working sometimes in the evenings.  Finally she realized that she couldn't
go on.  With frugality born of sheer desperation, she'd tried to set aside
enough money for the gas it would take to get home, but she had managed
only a few dollars. She'd have to call her mother collect, and ask her to
wire enough money to get back.  She dreaded making that call.  She dreaded
going back to everyone laughing at her and her big talk about moving to the
city.  A mile of crow was waiting for her to eat and every mouth filled
with, "I told you so."

	At a bus depot, she cleaned herself up as much as possible. She'd
never realized what a luxury a bathroom was. So many things she'd taken for
granted before she decided to move to the big city. She had one more
interview set up last week by an employment agency. The job counselor had
been enthusiastic about the mail room training position but Jan had let her
hopes soar too many times from the super positive attitude of agents. Their
job was to get you hyped up to be sure you showed up.

	She would keep that interview just to put off calling her mother
one more day.

	The address turned out to be a forty story building. The insurance
company occupied two floors.  The personnel office was on the fourth floor
and she entered to find three young girls ahead of her. She was surprised
because, in her job hunting experience, mail clerk jobs were usually sought
after by young men, as though the title actually read "male clerk".  The
receptionist gave her some forms to fill out and she busied herself with
that.  The young ladies were summoned to an office and came out relatively
quickly.  Much before she expected it, the receptionist called her name.

	Inside the very lushly appointed office, a woman of statuesque size
and beauty met her at the door and extended her hand with a broad smile,
"Good Morning, Ms Engels, I'm Ms Matthews; you're here about the mail clerk
position?"

	"Yes, I'm very impressed with this company and would very much like
to get a starting position in some capacity."

	"Well, the mail room is an entry level position but a bright and
ambitious girl could quickly work her way up from there."

	"That sounds just fine to me, exactly what I've been looking for."

	"I think your application is in good order.  You've been in the
city long enough to show you're determined to stay."

	"Yes, I've made up my mind to remain here."

	"But you're probably tired of working for peanuts and living in
flop houses."

	"Well, I've had a difficult time..."

	"Maybe you'd like to show me how much you want this job."

	"Why, certainly, but how do you mean?"

	"For one thing, I like young girls that I hire to sit in my lap
during the interview."

	Jan was aghast.  She'd been so excited to believe that she had a
legitimate job opportunity and now she was being asked to do something she
thought was completely strange. Realizing why the other interviews had been
so brief, she knew she should get up and leave. This was her final
opportunity, the only chance of avoiding calling her mother and returning
home in defeat.  She could no longer afford her self-respect.  Jan walked
calmly to the woman and sat down in her lap, snuggling her rounded butt
deeply into the lush curves of the woman's thighs.

	"Oh, that's such a good girl," Ms Matthews talked with her hands
all over her, on her hips, her thighs, her ass. "I think you have exactly
what it takes to become an important asset to this company. Do you mind
undoing a few buttons so I can see if you have nice tits?"

	The next day, Jan was embarrassed about what she had done, showing
her tits to that lecherous old woman, even letting her rub the front of her
panties. Those feelings were eclipsed by her joy in finally finding a
job. Ms Matthews had been so casual and relaxed, as though it was perfectly
normal to hold her in her lap while they discussed her qualifications and
the demands of the job.  In the back of her mind, she had an uneasy
feeling, as though the interview was a conditioning process for the
requirements of working there.

	Nonetheless, she donned her other presentable outfit and showed up
for work at the appointed time. She was taken to the fifth floor, an entire
level divided into little individual cubicles with walls only chest
high. Each and every cubicle was occupied by a female, all of them
exceptionally young and attractive.

	She was led to the mail room and introduced to Lucy, the head
worker in that section.  She was the only older woman Jan came in contact
with. Lucy introduced her to Stella, the other mail room employee and the
one that did all the work. Jan went along with Stella for several days.
They retrieved a sack of mail, twice daily, at the post office, sorted it
and loaded it on carts according to a diagram.  Jan discovered that the
method facilitated delivery. As the rounds were made; each person's mail
was next up on the cart.  Stella kept up a barrage of comments about
exactly what each person did and how they wanted their mail handled.

	Jan made a few mistakes at the beginning and Stella lost patience
with her once, the second time she committed the same error. "I'm going to
get Ms Matthews," she declared in exasperation after bawling Jan out for
five minutes.

	Lucy came over to her as she struggled to contain her
tears. "There, there, baby, don't be so upset. You're just
learning. Everybody makes mistakes. Stella shouldn't bring Ms Matthews into
it," the matronly woman said as she hugged Jan close to her ample
bosom. Then, as if the thought suddenly occurred to her, the woman inserted
her hand into her blouse and lifted out one huge titty. "Do you want to
suck? It always makes the other girls feel better when they're in this kind
of trouble."

	Mortified, but the woman had her thinking it was common practice,
Jan was so distraught that she took the woman's large nipple into her mouth
and felt a warm contentment as she sucked on it.

	"Don't worry, precious, it'll all be over in a little while.  Ms
Matthews is very strict but she's fair. She knows you can't learn it all
immediately." Lucy placed her hand protectively over Jan's cheek and hugged
her tightly against her. "You're such a sweet little girl, Mama loves for
you to suck on her titty. You can do it any time you feel the need."

	In Ms Matthews' office, Jan was worried that her career would be
ended before it even began. Stella was there, too, brimming over with
malicious anger.

	"Oh, my dear, what have you done now?"

	"She delivered Ms James mail to Ms Jones. This is the second time
she's done it. I don't think she can even read," Stella replied before Jan
could speak. "Ms Jones brought it to me and aired me out about stupid
mistakes."

	"Ms Jones is involved in a separation from her live-in, Ms
Higginbottom.  She's not in a very good frame of mind."

	"Well, I don't think I should bear the brunt of her anger."

	"Of course not, you go right on back to work and I will deal with
Ms Engels.  I'm sure she will be more careful after this."

	Something in Ms Matthews' voice filled her with alarm but she felt
a sudden surge of hope because, apparently, the woman did not plan to
terminate her.

	"Do...do you want me to sit in your lap?" Jan asked in an effort to
appease the powerful woman after Stella stormed out of her office.

	"Yes, dear, you may if you like."

	Jan thankfully took her position, careful to wiggle her behind
deeply into the woman's thighs, even tucking her tummy in abruptly to jerk
her bottom downward into the woman's lush lap. She even pushed sideways
several times to increase the contact with Ms Matthews' abdomen.

	"With so many people involved in this altercation, I will be forced
by company rules to discipline you," Ms Matthews explained as she placed
her hand on Jan's hip and pulled her tighter against her abdomen, humping
herself heartily against the girl.

	"What will you have to do?"

	"Well, the normal penalty is five strokes with the cane but since
this is so early in your training, I can mitigate it to two, and give you a
light spanking with my hand if you are cooperative."

	Trying to appear very cooperative and helpful, Jan asked, "Do I
need to take my panties off?"

	"I'm afraid so, hon, rules from very high up, all discipline must
be administered to a bare behind."

	Allowing no reluctance to show, Jan lifted her skirt and slipped
her panties down to her knees, then bent over to grab her ankles.

	With a surge of arousal that would take three women to extinguish,
Ms Matthews drew back the cane she'd taken from her desk and tapped it
lightly against Jan's beautiful backside.  Quickly the cane whistled back
and slashed remorselessly into Jan's buttocks, wrenching a startled cry of
anguish from the girl.

	Jan gritted her teeth, steeling herself against the next one. It
came just as quickly and just as mercilessly.  She emitted a huge sob and
tears flooded her cheeks.  Then Ms Matthews pulled her firmly across her
lap as she sat down.  A brisk hand spanking ensued but it was nothing
compared to the cane.

	She dedicated herself to her job and learned to be extremely
careful reading names. She showed such aptitude and learned so well that
Stella was able to leave the department for a better position within two
weeks. The girl was almost grateful to Jan and let her know that she was
pleasantly surprised by how rapidly she's caught on. Standing beside her,
she put her hand on Jan's butt and fondled it extensively in a gesture of
acceptance. Jan had grown quite accustomed to such demonstrative acts from
women that worked here and had stopped making a fuss about it long ago. She
merely arched her back and jutted her ass out more.

	Shortly after receiving her second paycheck and by selling her old
car, she was able to move into an apartment but long hours of commuting
were necessary because what she could afford was so far away from her work.

	She was so relieved to finally get an apartment that she was
content to spend all her free time there, fixing it up just the way she
wanted it.  When that was accomplished, she became restless and wanted to
go out but was unsure of a safe place to go alone. She was completely
intimidated by stories of muggings and rapes. So every evening, when she
finished work, she trudged to and from the subway station.  She realized
she was relieved to be rid of the car, the upkeep and the eternal search
for a place to park made it much more trouble than it was worth in the
city. Her life settled into a rather dull routine and the thrill of
succeeding in the city began to dissipate, having her own place to live
even eventually lost most of its luster because of the loneliness. .

	True to her promise, Ms Matthews hired a new trainee for the mail
room and quickly promoted Jan to one of the cubicles where she was trained
to receive, prepare, and transmit claims to the claims adjuster. She knew
from there, she might become an adjuster. Linda, the young lady who worked
in the next cubicle, was very helpful and friendly to her.

	"Maybe you'd like to go out together some night?" she asked.

 	Jan could barely contain her eagerness as she accepted and they
decided on the next Friday night. So excited she could hardly wait, she
went on a shopping trip and splurged with her newly-acquired credit card on
a dressy little black dress. The short skirt emphasized her legs and made
her look and feel extremely desirable. She had her hair and nails done and
was waiting anxiously Friday night for Linda to show up. She was sure she
would have fun and find out a lot about where women went and what they did
to have a good time in the big city.

	Unlike her expectations, Linda took her to a supper club that
featured a play she knew had been on Broadway but the leads were tired old
TV has-beens. Jan was worried if she had enough money with her but Linda
graciously paid for everything.  Jan was very grateful to be out of her
apartment and able to enjoy herself.  She was a little concerned about
Linda's attitude; the girl was very touchy-feely and spent the evening with
her hand in Jan's lap, rubbing her thighs and even brushed her titties
several times. She would wrap her arm around Jan's waist when they were
walking and her hand would stray down to Jan's ass when Linda guided her
with the pressure of her hand. Jan didn't know what to make of the girl's
strange ways. She knew she was competent to find her way through a doorway
on her own.

	Jan was totally confused when they finally arrived back at her
apartment and she told Linda what a nice time she had. Linda said very
confidently, "Oh, honey, we're not finished yet. We're barely getting
started." Then she put her arm around Jan's neck and calmly ushered her
into her own apartment.  "Get undressed while I fix us a drink."

	Jan was thinking that Linda was merely inviting herself in for a
sleepover or something so, to comply, she started undoing the buttons of
her sexy black dress. "I'm sorry but I don't have any liquor here."

	"Now why am I not surprised? I'd think a worldly sophisticate like
you would have booze on every level surface. Just on a hunch, I happen to
have a pint of Tennessee mash in my purse. Do you have any cokes?"

 	"Of course I have cokes. They're in the fridge" Jan continued to
unfasten her dress while Linda went to the kitchen. She went to her bedroom
for her nightgown and to look for something that would do for Linda. She
came back into her living room dressed in a light blue silky nightgown and
carrying a pink one for Linda. "I only have one bed but it's a regular size
and we used to always sleep in the same bed when we had sleepovers at
home."

	Linda had a funny look on her face when she said, "So we're having
a sleepover, huh? I'm sure one bed will be fine. Now come on over her and
try this drink I mixed. See if you think it's strong enough. Do you have
any music?"

	"Well, nothing real recent but I had a good collection by the time
I finished high school and a nice CD player my aunt gave me for
graduation." Jan explained as she took a tiny sip of her drink, "Oh, that's
plenty strong enough. I don't think I can drink this. I'm not used to it at
all."

	"Don't think for a minute that I'm wasting my liquor. You'll drink
it or I'll give you a spanking you won't forget for a long time."

	"You would s-spank me?"

	"As quick as I can get your panties down."

	"In that case, maybe I better drink it." Jan took a larger sip as
she persisted in treating Linda's comments as a joke. What was it with
women at the insurance company and their constant references to spanking?
Was it the influence of Ms Matthews?

	Linda got the CD playing a slow vintage tune and she looked at Jan
in a seductive manner, "Take your panties off and come over here so we can
dance."

	"But we're both girls."

	"Shhh, it's okay. Nobody will know and I think I know how to lead.
Just get `em off."

	"But why do I need to take my panties off to dance?"

	"Because if I have to take `em off, I'll probably rip them in
several places."

	Jan didn't have so many pairs of panties that she could afford to
treat them so casually. "Oh, all right, but I'm going to look awful
silly. This gown is really very sheer, you'll easily be able to see my...my
pussy hair." The liquor caused Jan to giggle nervously at the naughtiness
she felt. "You big city girls sure have some strange ways," Jan said as she
reached under her gown and slipped her panties down and off her feet.  .
	"If you don't quit running off at the mouth, I'll make you take the
gown off, too." Linda threatened.

	Jan immediately silenced herself although there were a lot of
questions on her mind about what was actually going on. Was this the way
friends acted in the big city? Going around nearly naked where one girl
could look at another girl's intimate areas if she wanted to? Besides,
being nearly naked did not reduce Linda's touchy feely ways, if anything,
it made her bolder. It was all Jan could do to keep her friend's hands off
her ass, her titties, or her thighs. She could hardly concentrate on
keeping any kind of dance step going. Eventually Jan just wore herself out
trying, and gave up her struggle to keep Linda's hands where they
belonged. She reconciled herself to the way friends acted here and allowed
Linda to touch her as much as she wanted. She just couldn't fight it all
night.

	"You know, Janbaby, I've spent a lot of money on you tonight."

	"I realize that, Linda, and I'm sincerely grateful. I'll pay next
time but we'll have to wait until I have enough money."

	"But what's more important, I've spent a lot of my time and that
can't be replaced. There are some things we could do that would make the
time and money well spent." Linda said as her hand went boldly down and
cupped Jan's pussy, squeezing it rather firmly.

	"Linda, I don't understand. Do you want us to masturbate each
other? I heard a story about a couple of my high school acquaintances doing
that to each other during a sleepover but I never thought it was true. Why
would girls want to do that to each other?"

	"Honey, there are lots of girls, especially in the big city, that
soon get their fill of men pawing them. They like to take their pleasure
with other girls. I thought you might be that way since you accepted a date
with me."

	"Well, I never had so much of that `pawing' that I got tired of it,
but I guess I can understand how some girls could want to try something a
little different, even something a little unusual. I don't want you to be
disappointed in me tonight."

	"Good, does that mean you'll let me?"

	"I-I-I guess so."

	"Pull your gown up." Linda said as she dropped down to her knees in
front of Jan.

	"But, Linda, you remember I don't have my panties on."

	"That's all right." Linda reassured her as she pulled Jan's gown
all the way up to her waist, exposing the plump lips of her pussy. She put
a finger into the slit and began to rub up and down sensuously. Jan was
concerned about becoming aroused by the feelings invoked in her cunt. She
was shocked speechless when she felt Linda's hot breath on her pussy and
paralyzed when Linda's tongue entered between her puffy pussy lips.

	Never in her wildest dreams did she expect anyone to do something
that depraved. She just felt so embarrassed for a woman who was driven to
do such a nasty thing to another woman. But she did not feel she could
protest this outrageous act. She realized she should have seen the way this
was going from the beginning. She had danced with her without panties and
allowed the girl to feel her up constantly, no wonder she expected to be
able to do whatever she wanted to her.

	There was nothing to do now but calmly endure what was
happening. Perhaps once the woman satisfied her strange desires, they could
get back to their friendly sleepover and have some more conventional fun
together. Since she already had practically consented, Jan meekly allowed
Linda to lead her into the bedroom, again guiding her with a hand on her
ass. Linda finished removing her own clothes and said to her, "Take off
that gown and get on the bed. Spread `em for me and I'm going to make you
happy I'm here."

	"You mean you're going to put your mouth down there on me some
more?"

	"You're just too precious to pass up. I think I'm going to make you
my little lovetoy. When I'm finished with you, you'll be begging to move in
with me and I may even consider that, too."

	Leaning against the headboard with her legs spread and Linda on her
tummy between them, Jan experienced a huge upheaval of desire when the girl
really started working on her pussy. Linda used her lips and her tongue to
drive her to a level of arousal she'd never felt before.  Her limited
contact with boyfriends paled in comparison.  She found herself spreading
her thighs even further and humping upwards with her hips, rising to meet
the increasing rapture as Linda reached a frenzied pace, driving her closer
and closer towards a life-altering orgasm.

	Afterwards, Jan drifted in a blissful cloud of satisfied sleep with
the girl curled behind her, rocking her gently with pressure from her
hips. Late into the night, she was awakened and pulled around to face her
friend.  Then, with slowly increasing pressure on her shoulders, she was
pushed down to the middle of the bed where she was faced with the dubious
duty of returning Linda's extravagant lovemaking.  At first uncertain,
dazed by sleep and liquor, she responded to her friend's insistence. She
tried to imitate the movements Linda had done with her lips and tongue. She
was thrilled to feel the girl's increasing arousal as she became more adept
and found places that evoked shuddering responses.  Becoming more and more
determined, she devoted herself to maximizing the delirious pleasure of her
newfound friend.  She was sucking cunt but she was thrilled by doing
it. When Linda finally exploded with desire, Jan felt a deeply intense
satisfaction.

	A few days later, Jan did give up her apartment to move in with
Linda.  She missed her apartment and the freedom to arrange things as she
wanted. Linda was very insistent and Jan quickly grew used to the things
they did together at night.

	Things changed at work.  Whenever anyone came to Jan's cubicle,
Linda got up and came over, too, as though she didn't trust any of the
other girls being that close to Jan.  They went to coffee together, with
Linda's arm around her waist.  They went to lunch together and Jan had to
account for every minute of her time spent away from Linda.

	One day she heard a ruckus from the ladies restroom.  "You keep
away from her or I'll fix your face so ugly, you won't be able to look in a
mirror without throwing up!"

	"You better put some weight on somewhere besides your hips before
you try it, unless you're planning to bump me to death!"

	Jan saw Ms Matthews rush into the restroom and shortly she came
out, leading Linda and a girl named Jessie Jenkins by the arms.  Jan
remembered a few words with Jessie at the break room that morning.  Nothing
significant, Jessie just wanted her to come to a party that week-end.  Jan
knew Linda would not let her go so she politely declined.

	Although everyone on the floor could hear the sounds of the
thrashings taking place in Ms Matthews' office, everything outside her
office was perfectly normal. The girls went about their business, oblivious
to the sounds of meaty flesh being smacked by paddles and canes.

	Both Linda and Jessie retreated from Ms Matthews' office hastily
and left the building without delay. Jan was a little worried because she
had come to work with Jan and was not certain if she could negotiate her
way home on the mass transit. She'd just followed along after Linda and not
paid much attention to which station she exited the train.

	Her concerns were dismissed as Ms Matthews came out of her office
and walked directly to Jan's desk, "I think we need to have a little talk
about your part in today's activities."

	Suddenly fearful, Jan rose from her seat and followed the woman
into her office. Remembering her last few dealings with the woman, Jan
asked her sweetly as she entered, "Do you want me to sit in your lap?"

	"No, actually I think you need to take your panties off and lay
across my lap. I've been lenient towards you and your little office affair
though I don't approve of them. Jessie said that you enticed her, flirted
with her and even flashed your panties at her several times."

	"But I never did anything like that, she just made it all up to try
and blame me. Please don't spank me. I didn't do anything. I would never
dare do anything like that, knowing how jealous Linda is. Please, Ms
Matthews." Jan could not control her tears she was so afraid and filled
with such dread.

	"I'm sorry, dear, but it must be done. The whole office knows
what's happened and I can't just let you off with merely a warning this
time."

	Jan reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down, sniffling
back her sobs. She lay across Ms Matthews' lap and was a little surprised
by the way the woman reached one hand under her and inserted two fingers
deep into her cunt. "This is to help hold you in place," Ms Matthews
commented as she pushed her thumb into Jan's asshole, holding her in a
bowling ball grip. The hand between her legs took Jan's mind off her coming
ordeal and she tried to control her arousal but could not. Her hips began
to slowly thrust forward, inviting the woman to fondle her pussy and
asshole. Her breathing was becoming labored despite her efforts to control
it.

	Ms Matthews was pleased that the girl had finally learned how
erotic a spanking could be. She spread her thighs and let the girl rub her
cunt against her own mound with each downward stroke. She knew she needed
to encourage this behavior in the girl so she applied very light strokes to
her asscheeks, just enough to slam their pussies tightly together.

	Jan was thrilled that the spanking was so light and her passion was
growing each time her pussy made contact with that of the dominant
woman. She started rubbing her hands up and down the woman's calves and as
far up her legs as she could manage. She curled downward and put her mouth
on Ms Matthews' shoes, hoping to appease the woman even more.

	When Ms Matthews stopped spanking her, Jan slid off her lap to her
knees and waited for Ms Matthews to take her panties off. She began kissing
her ample thighs, working her way up into her hairy pussy, Intoxicated by
the smell of the woman's heavy exertions and her passionate arousal from
spanking so many beautiful behinds, Jan pushed her tongue through the
woman's huge cunt lips like a plow gouging blackland soil. Relentlessly she
sucked the woman's clit until an insuppressible scream resounded throughout
the entire floor.