The Internship | Barely legal, Teen, Forced, Blackmail, Degrading, Blowjob, Facial

**Hey! It’s been ages since I’ve posted a story. I’m gonna try and post more often… I hope :) This story came from an idea by an anon user, so please send me your ideas, I love hearing them! Maybe I’ll write a sequel to this… I dunno. I really enjoyed writing the being forced to answer questions scene.**

**p.s I was gonna say guess which celebrity Margot was based off,** [but it’s kinda obvious](https://imgur.com/gallery/4udYI63/comment/450464149) **:)**

**ENJOY.**

‘Mr Temple will see you now, dear.’ The receptionist said, placing the phone back down and looking back at her computer screen as if Margot wasn’t even there.

*Here we go. Showtime.*

Margot stood up from the brown faux leather couch. She’d been waiting outside the office with the bored receptionist for what felt like half a day, and her turquoise pencil skirt had creased slightly. She patted her thighs down slightly and wondered if she should have worn the black skirt instead of the blue.

*Black is more professional, yes, but the turquoise goes with your blonde hair and blue eyes. Plus, black would clash with the complexion of your skin. You didn’t spend all that time sunbathing for nothing.*

Taking a deep breath, she strolled past the receptionist’s desk and opened the door to Temple’s office.

A large room decorated in a minimalistic style, the office oozed elegance and sophistication. The off-white walls had modernist paintings adorned over them, shapes in distinct colours and sizes, a humanoid figure striking some strange ballet pose. Margot didn’t usually understand modern art, but she had to admit something was striking about the images. At the far end of the room was a large desk with an opaque surface. Behind, in a white leather chair, sat Martin Temple, the bright midday sun casting a shadow over his face.

‘Hello.’ His mouth curled into a smile. ‘You must be…’ He glanced at his PC monitor. ‘…Margot. Please, have a seat on the couch.’ He gestured towards a white couch which sat against a wall. Margot smiled and moved over to it. ‘Would you like a drink? Water? A coke?’

‘No. Thank you, Mr Temple.’ She said faintly. *Speak up. At least try to show confidence.* She sat down on the couch. It wasn’t fake leather like the one outside.

‘Ok. I’ll be with you in just a sec. Just finishing up an email.’ He quickly started typing on his keyboard, the screen reflected on his thin-rimmed glasses. His head was bald, a stylistic choice, Margot presumed, noting the smoothness of his scalp. Better to shave it off, than be stuck with a half a head of balding hair. He successfully made up for it with a well-trimmed grey beard which covered a strong jaw.

Margot was juggling with the thought of whether she found him attractive or not.

*Come on, Margot. He’s more than twice you’re age. And since when were you into bald men?*

Temple pressed something on his keyboard and the monitor went black. ‘There. All done. Up to my head with emails.’ He chuckled slightly and stood up. He was taller than she was expecting. His torso and arms showed the hint of once being toned and hard, but the creeping shadow of middle age had softened him somewhat. Though, he still drew a confident and capable figure. As he came over, Margot’s mind was still struggling.

*Is he attractive? No. Kinda? Maybe?*

Temple took a seat next to her and rested his arm on the spine of the couch. His eyes were dark and green, and they were looking over Margot’s small athletic frame. ‘So, I believe you’re here for the internship?’

‘Yes. That’s right.’ Margot smiled sweetly.

‘Go on. Tell me why you want to work for the studio? What would make you a good addition to our team?’

*Do not fuck this up.*

‘Well, I love films.’ Margot started. ‘Ever since I was a little girl I’ve always wanted to work in the film business.’

‘You plan on becoming an actress?’

‘Oh no, no. I’m way too shy. Screenwriting is more along the lines of what I’m interested in.’

‘Oh, really…’ He rubbed his head, ‘I just guessed…’

‘What?’

‘Just that girls as pretty as you usually have dreams of becoming an actress.’

The compliment took her by surprise. Margot glanced away to hide her smile and her reddening cheeks. She adjusted her glasses and moved a strand of hair out of the way.

Temple broke the silence. ‘So, do have a portfolio of your work? You won’t need it for this internship… but I’d still love to see your talent.’

*Really?*

‘If you play your cards right…’ He continued, ‘…and your writing is any good, I could send it to a script doctor… or maybe even a director.’

‘That’s… really? That’s insane.’ Margot said, not holding back her excitement.

Temple smiled. ‘We look after each other here. You stick with me.’ He leaned forward, ‘And you won’t have to worry about anything.’

‘Thank you, Mr Temple.’

‘No problem. Tell me some more about yourself. Do you live in the city?’

‘I moved here a few months ago… I’m from Belfast originally.’

He clicked his fingers, ‘I thought I sensed an accent. How are you liking London life so far?’

‘It’s good… great even. Just… everything’s so damn expensive.’ She giggled.

‘Tell me about it. Well, hopefully soon you’ll be making a lot more money.’

Another silence. Temple broke it again.

‘Tell me, Margot? How old are you?’

*No point lying. He’ll see my CV anyway.*

‘I’m eighteen… I just turned eighteen. Last month…’

Temple looked away to the window, and sighed. ‘Quite young. Fresh out of school?’

‘Yes…’ Margot replied nervously.

‘So… not much experience in a working lifestyle?’

‘No… I guess… I don’t…’

After a beat, Temple said, ‘I’ve got seventeen more hopefuls lined up. Lined up hoping to get this internship. A lot of them are older and more experienced than you. Some even have degrees in film production.’ He looked away again. ‘The truth is Margot… and I’d love to hire you right away… you seem like such sweet girl… but the truth is that it’ll be hard to convince my bosses and the other managers that you’re experienced enough to intern here. We run a *very* tight ship, and expect one-hundred and ten per cent from all of our employees. Including interns.’

*Not enough experience? Aren’t internships how you get experience?*

Margot felt a lump in her throat and the fluttering of angry butterflies in her stomach.

‘So what… are you saying?’ Margot hadn’t regained her composure and spoke through clenched teeth.

He sighed and breathed out, ‘I guess what I’m saying is… I won’t be able to give you the internship.’ A thick silence hung in the air. ‘Unless… there’s a way you can show me that you’re determined to succeed here.’

‘What do you mean?’

He leaned closer and whispered, ‘I need you to show me that you’ll do anything for the company.’

Margot looked into his eyes, a wicked flash shone through his pupils. She knew what he was implying. She’d read the stories in newspapers about this sort of thing. Her body felt cold and numb as if she was sitting in an ice bath. The shock she was experiencing had stopped her from noticing him unzipping his fly and pulling out his semi-erect cock.

*Get up and run. Fight or flight. Stand up, you fucking idiot. Leave and report this creep to the police.*

But Margot stayed still. Like a stone statue with a heart beating a million times a minute.

‘So you know what I’m saying.’ Temple said. ‘Think of it like this: You do me a favour, and I won’t send you packing to the unemployment ladder. It’s hard to find a job in this town. You’ll end up on the plane back to Belfast. End up back living with your parents, who I assume will be disappointed in their jobless, useless daughter.’ He adjusted so his balls were out of his trousers as well. ‘I mean, you could stay in London. Though, you’ll likely end up sucking off hobos and fucking addicts in the redlight district to get by. And, trust me, those creeps won’t be as gentle as me.’

Margot didn’t move. She was focused on the large grey glass buildings that made up the London skyline. She wondered if this was happening to any other girls in another exec’s office.

‘I’m gonna take your silence as a “yes”.’ Temple smirked, and Margot realised that this *was* going to happen, whether she liked it or not.

‘Here’s what we’re gonna do… I want to get to know you better. The *real* Margot. You’re gonna answer my questions and do as you’re told, and I’m gonna touch myself. You’re gonna answer all my questions truthfully. If I get the slightest whiff that you’re lying or that you’re being a little disingenuous bitch, you’re out of here. I’ll tell all of my contacts in the industry to stay away from you. You’re future as a screenwriter will be stamped out.’

Margot gulped, holding back tears.

‘Nod if you understand.’

Margot nodded. Just once. The tears began to fall, her black eyeliner running down the perfect skin of her cheek.

‘Good. Let’s begin.’ Temple started to stroke his cock. ‘I wonder… what should I ask you first?’ A moment passed and his cock hardened. ‘What size bra do you wear?’

Margot sniffled, ‘32B.’ She wiped a tear away.

‘Show me. I wanna see your tits.’

Margot began to unbutton her white shirt. She couldn’t believe what was happening. Why hadn’t she just left when he got his cock out.

*You stupid, fucking, dumb, bitch.*

When she was done with the shirt, she turned to him. Her perky tits were hidden behind a white lacy bra. He licked his lips and looked at her teenage cleavage. He sped up his stroking.

‘Are you virgin?’ He asked.

‘W-what?’

‘I said are you a virgin? Have you ever been fucked?’

‘Yes…’

‘Who was it?’

Margot looked away.

‘Go on. Who fucked that nice teenage pussy?’

No reply.

‘What’s wrong? Was it your Dad? Your uncle? One of your teachers? Saw that you were growing into slutty young cunt and thought that he’d have his way with you? Did he sneak into your room while you slept? While Mummy slept in the other room he fucked his fuck doll.’

‘No… it was my ex-boyfriend.’

Temple grinned. ‘Ah, I see. He left you. And it hurts to think about him. Did he fuck you good? Did it hurt when he stretched that pussy for the first time.’

‘A… a little bit.’ Tears rolled down her cheeks now.

‘How big was his cock?’

Again, no reply.

‘I said, how big was his cock?’

‘I dunno… about average…’

‘Did it feel good when he was fucking you?’

‘Yeah..’

‘Did he use a condom?’

‘No…’

Temple tutted. ‘Naughty boy. Not that I blame him. I’d want to bareback you as well. Did he cum inside you?

‘No.’

‘Where did he cum?’

‘On my belly…’

‘Shame. I’d have filled you up.’

A minute passed. Temple continued stroking himself.

‘Here.’ He said, ‘Reach over and wank me off.’

Margot closed her eyes, hoping when she’d open them she’d wake up at home in her bed. She didn’t wake up, and Temple was getting impatient.

‘C’mon. I haven’t got all day.’

Margot shuffled closer and reached over. His cock was wet and slick from his pre-cum and looked huge in her tiny hand. She started to stroke up and down. Temple let out a moan.

‘Your boyfriend was a lucky guy. I bet he bragged to all his friends about his whore of a girlfriend.’

*That wasn’t a question at least. No need to reply.*

His cock stiffened and twitched. Margot thought maybe he might cum and let her leave, but he just let out another long, pleasured moan.

‘You ever sucked a cock before?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Your boyfriends?’

‘Yeah.’

‘Anyone else’s?’

Margot hesitated in her answer. Temple noticed.

‘Oh my. You *are* a whore, aren’t you? Who was it?’

‘A… It was a guy off the internet.’

‘How old was he?’

‘Forty-eight.’

‘Where did you meet him?’

‘At a hotel.’

‘Did you enjoy sucking him off?’

‘Yeah.’

Temple groaned again. ‘I bet you did. Was your cunt all wet having an old man’s cock in your mouth.’

‘I guess…’

‘It did. And you know it. ‘Cos deep inside you know you’re just piece of meat for creepy old men like me to use.’

Temple’s hand ran up her back and he took a handful of her golden blonde hair.

‘Now.’ He snapped. ‘You’re gonna suck me off.’

He pushed her head down to his crotch, his cock poked her in the face and nearly knocked her glasses off.

‘Open your mouth.’

Margot, sobbing pitifully, parted her soft lips and let his throbbing dick enter her warm mouth. He wasn’t gentle with her.

Temple forced his long shaft as deep as he could down her tight throat. Margot gagged and fought for breath, his salty pre-cum sliding down into her belly. He placed both hands on the back of her head and started to gyrate his hips upwards, brutally face fucking her barely legal mouth.

‘Is this how that creep did it in that hotel?’ He growled, ‘Is this how you sucked him off?’

Margot felt him twitch slightly.

‘Yeah. You dumb slut. You’re gonna earn this internship.’

He twitched again. Temple pushed Margot off of his cock and on to the floor. He stood up himself, his cock looking huge, her spit dripping off on to the carpet.

‘I’m wanna cum on your face.’ He started to furiously stroke his throbbing cock. ‘Look up at me. Open your fucking mouth.’

Margot pathetically got to her knees and looked up at her soon to be boss. She unenthusiastically opened her abused mouth.

‘Stick your tongue out.’ He snapped, speeding up his masturbation.

She did as she was ordered, and a few seconds later Temple exploded over her. Thick, white, ropes of cum slapped and stuck to her face. Some landed in her mouth and she coughed and spluttered over the carpet and couch. Falling to her hands and knees, she gagged up bile, feeling his cum on her forehead and cheeks and around her mouth. A bit had splashed on to her glasses, blocking vision in one eye.

While she was recovering, Temple had sat back down at his desk. He began to type away again as if nothing had happened.

Margot crawled onto the couch. She wiped her mouth. She was shaking like a kitten left out in the freezing rain, she began to button up her shirt.

She stood up, slowly made her way to the door.

Temple called, ‘You’ve got the internship. See you next Monday. Speak to Kera, she’ll get you cleaned up.’

Margot left the office and went straight to the woman’s bathroom. Knelt in the toilet cubicle, she threw up. She could taste his cock in her throat, she could smell him on her clothes. She flushed the toilet and went to the sink. The reflection looking back in the mirror was a stranger to Margot. Hair was a mess. Her cheeks were bright red. Her eyeliner had run, given her gothic black tears. His cum stained her forehead and lips.

She removed her sperm covered glasses and washed her face with her hot water. When she had finished she broke down in tears again. She fell on to the floor and sobbed like a child.

The bathroom door opened. The receptionist walked in. She knelt and handed Margot a bottle of water.

‘Get up. Drink that.’

Margot stood up. ‘He… Mr Temple… he…’

‘Oh shut up.’ She snapped. ‘All you young whores are such whiners.’

Margot went silent.

The receptionist leaned closer, ‘When I was interviewing here, Mr Temple fucked me in the ass. He then invited his mates over and they all had a go fucking me. So stop crying. You had it easy. This is just how the industry works.’

She turned to leave, then stopped. ‘Pull yourself together. Go home. Have a shower. Be here at 7 am, Monday morning.’ The receptionist walked out of the bathroom and let the door slam shut.

Margot began to cry again.

**THE END.**

**Thanks for reading, hope you enjoyed! Any ideas for a sequel or different story, please send my way!**

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