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It was 9.30 am on a sunny September morning and Jodie Smith was nervously waiting by the reception desk of Burke and Hare Associates. She looked around the room. There were what were obviously a lot of other prospective interns there as well. She glanced at a tall, blonde, poised, sophisticated woman with flawless markup who was talking to a brunette wearing a dress that screamed money at her. Jodie felt out of her depth already.Three months out of university, Jodie was hoping for that lucky break before her cash reserves ran out. She looked around nervously. She hadn’t expected there to be quite so many people chasing what was an entry-level internship. She could hear her mother’s words ringing in her ears. “Get your foot on the ladder.”Well, she was determined to do that, no matter what it took. She’d always been determined. She hadn’t realised when she got her place at Edinburgh University that her classes would be full of posh English students. Well off, condescendingly sneering at her working-class accent and values, but fuck them, she’d thought. She’d worked her way through the four years of studying, a series of part-time jobs, she’d burnt the candle at both ends and had come out with a decent degree and a belief she was on her way.And now, she was right back at the bottom again. She felt self-conscious in her new suit and heels. She brushed a piece of fluff from her skirt, noticing another speck on the navy sleeve of her jacket. She buttoned then unbuttoned the jacket again, nervously trying to decide which looked better and which was more comfortable. She was just tucking a loose strand of her brunette hair behind her ear when she heard her name being called.“Ms Jodie Smith? Could you come this way, please?”Jodie tried to control her breathing as she followed the woman down the corridor. The woman was tall, slim, black hair, black dress, black stockings and heels. The only colour on her was the red slash of lipstick across her mouth.“Ms Gallagher will see you now,” the woman informed Jodie as they turned a corner in the warren-like maze of offices and corridors.She knocked on a heavy, dark mahogany door at the end of the corridor and opened it.“Jodie Smith is here for you.”“Thank you, Denise. Send her in.”Denise stepped back and indicated for Jodie to enter, before closing the door behind her.Marie Gallagher ran her eyes slowly up Jodie from the little heels up her legs and over the skirt and blouse. The unbuttoned jacket allowed a clear view of her chest. ‘Nice legs, good toned figure, pert boobs’ she thought to herself before she looked into Jodie’s face. ‘She’s so young and vulnerable looking’ she thought as she felt her pussy clench.“Hello, Jodie. I’m Marie Gallagher. Please, take a seat.”Jodie smiled back at the smiling, attractive woman behind the desk. She looked to be in her early 40s. She was slim, poised and with a haircut that looked effortless which meant it had cost an arm and a leg. Her accent Ümraniye Escort sounded posh. It was refined but there was a hint of somewhere foreign, Irish possibly mixed in. Her green eyes sparkled as she smiled, which slightly put the young nervous applicant at ease. Jodie sat down, crossed her legs before uncrossing them again and finally sat with her knees pressed together.“You’ve just graduated I see. Well done. How did you do?”“I.. I got a 2:1, Miss Gallagher.”“Very good, Jodie, but call me Marie, and it’s Mrs.” She indicated a photo on her desk of Marie and another attractive woman, both women holding wine glasses as they posed, heads pressed together. “I don’t hire people who get a First. I think they are too cocky, don’t you find?”Marie looked at Jodie and tilted her head. Her green eyes bored into Jodie’s soul as Jodie floundered for a response. Jodie’s head swirled, feeling awkward and out of her depth. How was she supposed to answer that? She sat with her mouth opening and closing but no sound came out. She glanced at the photo of Marie and her wife, images of them both naked coming uninvited into Jodie’s head. Finally, Marie smiled and raised her hand in apology. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t expect you to answer that. Once you’ve worked in the business as long as I have, you tend to get a little cynical. Now, tell me Jodie. Four years at university, what did you learn?”“Well, I learnt all about marketing, brand strategy, how to..”Marie interrupted her with a wave of her hand.“Yes, yes, yes. It’s all here on your CV, the modules you took, the grades you achieved, yada yada yada. Now, what was the best bit about university?”Jodie relaxed and eased herself back into the chair as she thought back over her time at university. “Well obviously, I think the friendships you make there and the life experiences, learning how to live independently, the highs and lows of relationships, experiments. I think those are the things I’d take with me.”Marie’s ears pricked up on the word experiments and she noted it for future reference.“Yes, of course. The friends we make at university can be with you for life. Did you meet your boyfriend at University?”Jodie blushed. “No, I didn’t really have time for relationships. I threw myself into my work.”“I believe University is where we can really learn about ourselves. So I’ll ask you again, what do you think you learnt at univeristy?”Marie leaned forward at this point, as if driving home the sincerity of her question but Jodie felt a blush rise to her cheeks as she was afforded a view of Marie’s cleavage. There seemed to be a button or two too many undone and the teal silk of her blouse was open enough to reveal a rather delicious cleavage supported by a plum coloured lace bra.Jodie’s tongue darted forward, moistening her lips as she tried to pull her thoughts together.“Well, I learned how to look after myself, how to analyse things and understand them, Ümraniye Escort Bayan how to work well on my own and with other people, even when they were different to me.”“Different? In what way?” Again, Jodie felt Marie’s eyes probing her.“Um… well…” Jodie stuttered, nervously trying to choose her words carefully as she felt Marie’s eyes on her. “They could be a different class, or country or have different ideas of interests.”“And how did you find it, working with someone different?”Jodie’s mind flashed back to her tutorial group. Full of posh girls wanting to do marketing because someone in ‘Made in Chelsea’ was in Marketing. How she had hated them on sight until she was thrown into a group project with Annabelle and Clarissa. How Annabelle had called her ‘our little class war agitator’ in the first planning meeting, how they had argued about everything, how Clarissa had started coming to the meetings half an hour late so as to give Jodie and Annabelle time to argue and fight. And then how it had all changed one evening. Jodie blushed as she remembered Annabelle standing up, exasperated and shouting “You know what you need, Jodie. You need a good fuck.” Annabelle moved towards her, pushed her against the wall and kissed her, her hand underneath Jodie’s skirt at the same time, scrabbling around, fingers squirming under her knickers. Jodie had started to resist, tried to fight her off but as Annabelle’s fingers curled their way inside her, she felt her resistance crumble. She stood there and let Annabelle take her. As her orgasm subsided, she felt Annabelle push her down onto her knees. Jodie was still in a daze as she knelt there while Annabelle sat, her knickers pulled down and spread her legs. Jodie remembered thinking this was the first shaved pussy she’d seen. She only trimmed her own pubes so they wouldn’t stick out of her swimming costume but Annabelle was smooth, hairless and already glistening. She looked up and started to say she’d never done this before but her words were cut off as Annabelle pressed on her head and pushed her face against Annabelle’s pussy. After that, she was her little slut bitch. The next time they met up in the library meeting room, Annabelle just walked in, sat down, spread her legs and just pointed to the ground and ordered ‘On your knees, Jodie” and she’d complied. Every time, she’d crawl between that posh bitch’s legs and suck and finger her until she came on her face. It was their dirty little secret. By the time Clarissa joined them, Jodie was off her knees and back on her seat, surreptitiously sniffing her fingers. And even now, when she lay in bed at night, her fingers shoved deep inside herself, it was Annabelle that Jodie still thought about.Marie watched Jodie, watched the young woman squirming slightly in her seat as she reminisced on her university life. She saw a flush rising up the girl’s throat and a tinge shading her cheeks. Escort Ümraniye She coughed politely which broke the reverie and Jodie stammered.“I found I learnt a lot about myself, my beliefs were challenged.”“How did she challenge them?”The question threw Jodie. ‘How the fuck did she know it was a she?’ Jodie thought to herself. She blushed redder, stammered as she groped for an answer.“Well, there was a group project and we were assigned our partners and I was thrown in with two girls I hadn’t really spoken to before.”Marie could feel her knickers getting damp as she started to undress the girl with her eyes. She could sense vulnerability in this girl, and if she wasn’t mistaken, the delicious scent of submissiveness.“Ok. Anyway, enough of your past experiences.” Marie decided to let the girl think she’d finished with examining her past. “Why do you want to work here?”Jodie signed with relief. The thoughts of Annabelle were making her body feel alive and were distracting her from the interview. It didn’t help that Marie Gallagher was even more attractive than Annabelle had been. Jodie could feel herself falling for the dominance and power all over again. She looked up at Marie brightly.“Your company has a really good reputation and I’m told it takes really good care of its staff. I think I would fit in very well too. I’m really determined to do well… for me… and the company… and you too.” She finished, slightly breathless from her words rushing out.“Thank you. Yes, it’s always nice to hear that. I like to think we are like friends rather than employees.” Marie raised an eyebrow as she added, “We can all work quite closely together here too, just like your group project at University.”Jodie smiled back, relieved that her answer seemed to have impressed and feeling a smidge of pride that she had regained control of the situation, despite having to press her thighs together to stop her juices oozing into her panties.Marie watched Jodie carefully. She ran her fingers along the string of pearls around her neck. She licked her lips as she rolled one pearl between her finger and thumb.“How far do you go to get what you want?” Marie paused. “What are you prepared to do?”Jodie swallowed before answering.“Ummm, well I am very determined. I come from a rough area, I suppose you’d call it. Classic dysfunctional family…” Why am I telling her this? Jodie thought to herself but still she carried on. “…Anyway, I worked part-time since I was sixteen while studying for my A levels, then held down two jobs all the way through University. I fought hard to get this far and I am desperate to do well in it and prove to you that you have made the right choice.”“How would you measure doing well in the job as my assistant?”Jodie stared at Marie with wide eyes, noticing her casually playing with her necklace. Marie’s calmness contrasted with Jodie’s nervous and slightly scattergun persona.“I guess a good assistant would know you really well, make sure they take the pressure off you, know how you like things done and know your rules,” Jodie paused, “and stick to them. Maybe even preempt what you wanted or needed.”“Mmm, yes.” Marie nodded. “Knowing what I want or need would be the perfect way to measure how well you are doing”