“Pinkerton. Could you stop by my office and pick up this portfolio and put it on Kim’s desk?”
Chloe Pinkerton saw the message flash on her computer monitor. “Claire again,” she muttered under her breath. It was 6:17 in the morning and it was just Chloe and Claire at the office. Nobody else would be rolling in for another half hour at least.
Chloe grunted softly as she hoisted herself up out of her seat. She reached for her wooden crutches and deftly slid them under her arms. Her single black patent stiletto oxford pump clicked on the tile flooring in tandem with the softer, more subtle sound of the rubber tips on the bottom of her crutches.
The 21 year old intern glided over to her supervisor’s office. Claire insisted that Chloe show up at 6 AM sharp every weekday. She always assigned Chloe the most menial of tasks, and she seemed to enjoy watching Chloe perform them.
“Here, Pinkerton,” Claire said as she handed Claire a black folder. Claire looked over Chloe and started to lick her lips. “How’s that little nubby wubby of yours, Pinkerton?” She pointed at Chloe’s mostly-empty left pant sleeve. “I’d love to see it in person, under a miniskirt,” she said hungrily. “And well done with your shoe choice. No more flats and low wedges for you, Pinkerton. Only full a four inch stiletto will do here.”
Claire was coming on to her and Chloe dared not step out of line. She did not feel comfortable in a four inch heel, especially since she lost her left leg above the knee just two short years ago. The phantom limb pain was excruciating at times. The scar tissue on her stump was hideous. She couldn’t let her bare stump just dangle from a short skirt like that. But she needed this internship. She would have to just bear with her domineering supervisor until the semester was over.
“Is there anything else I can do for you, Claire?” Chloe asked. “Yes, Pinkerton,” Claire replied. “Get a pot of coffee started and fill my mug when its ready. Five sugars and low-fat creamer.”
Claire got up from her desk and placed a professionally-manicured hand on Chloe’s stump. She gently rubbed Chloe’s stump and gradually shifted her hands to Chloe’s crotch. She unzipped Chloe’s pants and placed her fingers through thr fly and inside Chloe’s panties.
Her fingers rested on Chloe’s tender vulva. A moment later, Claire started tapping her fingers around Chloe’s pinkness. Claire’s index finger roved around until it found Chloe’s clitoris, and Claire gently darted her finger on Chloe’s clit like a figure eight.
“Take off your glasses, Pinkerton,” moaned Claire. Chloe took the glasses off her face and placed them in her shirt pocket. “Much better, my pet,” purred Claire.
Tears filled Chloe’s eyes as Claire played with her. However, she was still turned on as her breaths alternated between sobs and moans. Claire pulled Chloe’s pants down and started performing cunnilingus. Chloe felt the soft, wet tongue of Claire dart all over and around her clit. Her hips were shaking with pleasure even as teardrops fell from her silvery blue eyes onto her cheeks. Her hands held the grips of her wooden crutches tightly for stability. Her hips shook more violently than ever as Claire’s soft pink tongue expertly caressed Chloe in all the right ways. As Chloe climaxed, copious amounts of cum oozed out of her vagina, which Claire was all too happy to lap up.
Claire licked her lips again and smirked at Chloe. “Miniskirt, Pinkerton. I expect you in one at least once a week going forward. Same shoe – I do not want to see you in a flat or kitten heel for the rest of the semester – strictly a four inch stiletto.”
“Yes, Claire,” Chloe said between sobs. She felt so damaged, so violated, but so turned on at the same time. “I’ll go and start your coffee now.”
“Well done, my pet,” purred Claire. “I am seeing marked improvement in your performance since the semester started several weeks ago. Keep up the good work.”
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