I quickly finished my paper work just in time for Devin to return to my cube. Her hair was no longer in a ponytail; she looked a little flustered, but had a sly grin on her face. I can only assume she joined in on whatever was happing in the break room.
Chapter 3
Devin went over the daily work schedule for me. I’d join her in meetings, I’d set up meetings, I’d do some market research for her, along with other entry-level type tasks.
After the brief orientation, Devin led me to Rob’s office. As we approached, I saw the two blonde models, Alexis and Jenna, hugging a huge black man. He was fairly tall, but incredibly broad too. Each model kissed a cheek; his hands went to their asses, squeezing firmly, the fabric of their dresses bunching up in his grip.
The two models left as we approached, giving Devin a wink. “Ah Miss Devin, how are you?” he said.
“Good. Getting to know some of the talent?” she asked.
“I will be, later tonight. I got their hotel room address so I’ll be paying them a visit tonight, before their flight tomorrow,” he said, glancing, smiling at me. “Who is this young lady?”
“This is my intern for the summer. Gisele,” Devin introduced me.
“Miss Gisele, nice to meet you,” He extended his huge dark brown hand. “You can call me Fat Rob.”
I cleared my throat and nodded. “Nice to meet you.”
“Devin, take this young lady shopping later today. Buy her some clothes more fitting for our workplace,” Fat Rob handed Devin his credit card.
“Will do,” Devin smiled, taking his card. “Gisele, you’ll be working for Fat Rob in July. He heads up our talent relations department. He finds and hires models, photographers and so on.”
“I take very good care of our talent,” Fat Rob said. “Isn’t that right Miss Devin?”
I watched Devin slowly eye Fat Rob up and down, a grin on her face. “That’s right.”
“I can’t wait to work with you Miss Gisele. I have some very interesting side projects I need help with,” Fat Rob told me, eyeing me up and down similar to how Devin did him. I couldn’t help but blush.
“I’ll come by and see you before I head home,” Devin told Fat Rob. I nodded politely and we left. I knew what Devin meant, this was crazy, nothing like I thought it would be.
Later that day, after lunch, Devin took me shopping. All dresses, all were short, sexy, and tight. White, purple, blue, black, red, pink, were the various colors. She even bought me matching shoes. Turning around in a skin tight, silvery-gray dress in the store, Devin nodded her head at me.
“I think you’ll fit in just fine at Elite Magazine,” she told me.
“Are you sure? These dresses aren’t exactly professional. I want to make a good impression,” I told her.
“Oh don’t worry about that dear,” Devin said, taking a step closer to me, glancing to my cleavage, her fingers combing through my hair. “I have a feeling, with this internship, you’ll make a VERY good impression.”
Not questioning what she meant, deep down knowing, we headed back to the office. I did some filing for Devin, along with sitting in on a meeting.
Before I left for the day, I stopped by the restroom. Pausing at the door, I heard something very interesting. I slowly opened the door, seeing Jennifer’s red hair up above a closed stall. I could make out Fat Rob’s face, grunting, grinning. He was bouncing Jennifer up and down. I closed the bathroom door, walking back to my cube, knowing that she was straddling him in the stall.
“Wow,” I whispered. “This is what this place is like.”
With each passing day, I would learn more and more about the culture at Elite Magazine.
*****
Later that night, I called Ian, telling him of my first day. I left out all the sexual details, only going over the mundane things.
I went to bed with thoughts of my first day on my mind. I thought about seeing Jennifer’s head above the bathroom stall, with Fat Rob standing up, bouncing her on his cock. I imagined her riding a black guy that night, some guy named TJ. I thought about Fat Rob meeting those two big butt models at their hotel room and having a three way with them just like the other male model, Rodney, did earlier in the day. I recalled Devin arriving at my cube, her hair a mess after hanging out with Rodney and the two models.
The women at this place, Elite Magazine, all seemed to prefer black men. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I’d join in on, what seemed to be, loads of fun. Maybe they didn’t allow interns to experience the magazine’s “culture.” Perhaps one had to be an employee first.
I slid my hand into my pajama shorts, I moaned, slowly rubbing my clit, closing my eyes. I normally thought of Ian when I masturbated. But this time I imagined myself having sex with a black guy in the bathroom at Elite Magazine.
I had a feeling this internship would be one I would never forget.
Chapter 4
The days that followed were more of the same. I wore my new dresses and shoes. Fat Rob, when he was actually in the office, gave me compliments, always ending them with “Miss Gisele.” He called every woman there “Miss” followed by their first name. It was cute and flirtatious, but I knew why he did it.
He was sleeping with, from what I could tell, every woman there. I saw a few wedding rings on a few fingers too. I saw one when I walked in on him and another woman in the bathroom, or witnessed a woman leaving his office, kissing his cheek, or saw two women going on and on about his big cock at the copy machine – both had rings on their left ring finger.
Devin had private meetings in her office with Fat Rob on occasion too. Walking by her closed door, I heard her grunting and moaning, followed by a loud slap of hand against butt cheek.
Fernanda headed back to Miami in the middle of June. On her last day in the Atlanta office, I heard a fairly loud orgasmic performance coming from Fat Rob’s office. I was making copies for Devin and I saw her exit his office, turn, kiss him hard, and grab the bulge his pants were covering.
I was surrounded by sex. Every day I heard or saw people in the act. Even the fucking package delivery guy, black of course, was getting blown or ridden when making a stop. I nodded to him on my way out for lunch. Upon my return, the cute little receptionist, probably right out of high school, was wiping something off her mouth while the delivery guy smiled at me and zipped his pants up.
I sat in my cube, alone, desire building, pussy oozing, wanting to taste, to feel the black cock that was around me. But I did my best for Devin, hoping this could lead to a full-time position with the company.
I’d go home and spend most the evening masturbating, thinking less and less of Ian, and more and more of black men.
Curiosity was killing me. Unfortunately, Fat Rob wasn’t in the office much. His time there was very sporadic. I figured I’d hardly see him during July when I switched to working under him.
When I wasn’t witnessing or hearing sex, I was in meetings with Devin and other staff members, taking notes. Everything was fairly standard right up to the last week in June.
The break room was filled with black male and white female models. Jennifer was there, chatting with some of them, organizing some advertisements she was shooting. I handed her some information from Devin. She smiled, looking the papers over.
I scanned the room, my mouth dropping at what I saw. Sitting on the couch, a muscular black man was naked, a bikini clad brunette was on his side, sucking his tongue, and another brunette was on her knees in front of him. Her head was bobbing up and down. She was giving him a blow job. I couldn’t see the man’s cock, but judging by her moans, it must’ve been delicious.
There was another black man, his back to me, standing next to the couch. I saw two white hands from the woman standing in front of him reach around his muscular back; hook her fingers into his shorts, slowly pulling them down. I watched the shorts go to his knees, landing at his feet, his toned muscular ass exposed. “Wow,” I thought, my mouth still hanging open. Part of me wanted to go to my knees and kiss all over his ass. It was amazing.
I saw those same two white hands belonging to the woman in front of him, grip his ass tightly, while she, I’m assuming, sucked his cock. The black man moaned and said “that’s it, yes” when he looked to the ceiling.
“Here you go. Thanks Gisele,” Jennifer handed me the papers to take back to Devin, shaking me out of my trance.
I was so flustered I got lost on my way back to Devin’s office. I made a wrong turn, walking pass an office belonging to an editor, whose name I can’t remember. Her door was open; she was straddling a black man in the chair in front of her desk. “Yes! Yes!” she was crying out, his dark hands squeezing her breasts.
I needed to cum. I wanted to finger myself silly in the women’s bathroom, but I assumed I’d be interrupted by another employee having sex with Fat Rob or one of the black models.
I gathered my composure, quelled my curiosity of the black cock crazed staff, took a deep breath, and found Devin’s office.
“Thank you so much,” She smiled taking the signed papers. “Got any plans tonight?”
“Oh, no I sure don’t,” I replied.
“Well I have a late flight tonight to LA, to take care of some urgent business there. I’ll be gone all next week. So I was wondering if you could take care of Ulysses for me while I’m gone,” she said.
“Ulysses?” I asked. Was that her dog, cat, bird, or pet iguana?
“Yep,” She flipped through the papers. “Once, twice, maybe even three times a day.”
“Who is – “ her phone rang, interrupting me.
Her brief call ended, she wrote down her address. “Be there tonight. It’s Friday, no work tomorrow, stay the night,” She said with a soft smile.
“Uh, sure, I guess,” I said.
“Thanks. I really appreciate it,” She said, packing up her laptop, getting ready to head to the airport. “I’ll let him know you’re coming.”
Chapter 5
I suspected a black man would answer the door when I arrived. What I didn’t expect was how ridiculously hot he’d be.
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