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Subject: {ASSM} Claudette gets a Job by Katie McN (M+f, ff, Gangbang,  RP)
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Claudette Gets a Job

By Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>


Notice: Copyright 2000 by Katie McN. This story contains a bunch
of stuff that is bound to make some people upset. I'm planning on
writing ff, M+f and who knows what else. If things like this bother
you even if they're written as a parody, well push the reset button on
your computer. Oops, I meant back button, but it's too late to
mention that now. Sorry.

I'd love to hear your comments about this story. Bring 'em on to
katie@katiemcn.com.

--

"Yikes! Claudette, what did you do to your hair?"


Yep, it's me, Claudette of the North, and I'm not going to take it
anymore. People think I'm a typical 14 year old Canadian
nymphomaniac and it just isn't true. For one thing, I don't live in
Canada now. Plus, I don't even know what a nymphomaniac is, and
even if I did, I know I couldn't get a job like that before I graduated
from middle school.

So, I figure if I make my mark, put my shoulder to the grind stone
and do all that other stuff you see on television, people will start
looking at me in a new light. Yep, so I decided it was time to start
my career, and what better place to start than reading the want ads
in the Del Rio News Herald?

There were all kinds of jobs in the paper, but nothing that I could
do. Working at Taco Bell seemed real hard  and I'd be too
embarrassed to take a job in government. Suddenly I noticed this
great opportunity...

Help Wanted. Blonde Bombshell Massage Parlor. Must Be
Experienced.

My dream job. I can't think of anyone more experienced than me.
The only problem was the blonde part. Well, I always wondered
what I'd look like as a blonde so why not find out?


"What did you do, Claudette?"

Katie R gets so excited. It's not like I couldn't dye my hair some
other color if I wanted to change things around. I know how to do
some stuff.

"Don't you like me as a blonde bombshell, Katie R? I'm applying
for a job today and have to look just right."

I really don't have to work because Katie R is the richest 14 year old
girl in the world. It just seemed like I had to do something
worthwhile to show I could make it on my own. She finally said it
was okay to apply for the position as long as I brought some change
for the phone in case I had to call home.

I hopped on my bike and peddled my ass all over town until I
finally arrived at the Massage Parlor. I should've asked Katie R
what kind of people worked did there, but I figured if all they
wanted was someone experienced, I didn't really have to know
anything.

"Yah, what do you want."

"Bon jour. I'm Claudette du Nord and I'm here to apply for the job."

The guy didn't seem friendly at all, but I knew if I looked sincere I
could win him over. I also knew that most guys liked my five inch
heels and silk mini-dress that barely covered my cute little butt.
Either way, I figured he'd find me a good candidate.

"You look a little young for what we're doing here, kid. I think you
better come back in a couple of years."

"What do you mean? I'm really experienced and that's all you said
in your ad. I think you should at least interview me."

We argued for awhile until he finally brought me into a back room
where several other guys were playing some sort of card game. I
usually don't play cards because I can't see the point in playing a
game where I always have to take my clothes off. I hoped the guys
were finished although I'd probably be a good sport if they asked
me real nice.

"Okay, boys, this is Claudette and she says she'll do anything to get
the out call, uh, I mean massage job. She wants an interview even
though I told her she's too young. Any one got any ideas?"

"Hi Claudette, I'm Luther,  the owner of this place. Do you happen
to know how to dance?"

Well, I soon found myself standing up on the card table dancing to
some song I never heard before. It was an okay song about the Stars
at Night or something like that, and I soon got into it. Every once in
awhile someone would holler out something like dress or panties
and I'd take it off. Once when I was in Dallas, Katie R showed me
how to do strip tease dancing and I made a lot of money. It was fun
watching all the guys make fools out of themselves, too.

Since I wasn't wearing a lot, I found myself in nothing but my high
heels, stockings and garter belt in no time at all. I was waiting for
them to holler out the other items, but they never got around to it for
some reason. After awhile I kind of got winded and had to stop.
Lucky for me, there was more to the interview.

Luther brought me into one of the side rooms where a guy was
laying down on a little table with nothing but a towel covering him.
Good thing he had that towel on because I could see he had a boner
and I'm sure he wouldn't want anyone to notice it.

Luther played a joke on him and pulled off the towel. I pretended
not to see anything when his dick shot straight up in the air and
started to quiver. It looked kind of silly, but I was experienced and
certainly had seen things like that before.

"Okay, Claudette, hop up on the table and give Mr. Smith a
massage."

Somehow I ended up spread eagle over his dick. It slipped inside
me and he started to move around like he wanted to get laid. I
figured I better fuck him or else I'd never be able to show Mr.
Luther that I could give good massages. The guy really liked big
tits. When I rubbed mine on his chest, he seemed to get into it big
time.

A lot of guys think my voice is sexy and sometimes I can get them
off just by talking. I decided to give it a try.

"Hi."

Seems like it worked again. He started making the usual sounds and
before you know it he exploded with a major league orgasm. Not
bad for an old guy.

Mr. Smith seemed tired and so we decided to go into one of the
other rooms where some guy had a babe tied down on a table and
he looked like he was getting ready to fuck her in the ass. He was
putting something on his dick to grease it up so I figured she wasn't
real experienced with getting poked in the wazoo.

"Hi Mr. Billingsly. It's me, Claudette, your daughters friend from
school."

It must have been painful for him to jam his cock into that jar like
that. He didn't seem happy to see me either.

"What's that white stuff coming out of your thingy? You must of
got some of that cream jammed into your dick, Mr. Billingsly. Let
me help you get it out."

I figured if I gave him a quick hand job, everything would work out
one way or another. Sure enough, when he came, all that other stuff
shot out of there, too. He seemed relieved so I decided to make his
day and lick him clean. He really liked that and soon his dick was
sticking straight out again. Well, since I'm experienced, I knew just
what to do. The floor was kind of hard on my knees and I thought
that I should really bring knee pads to work from now on to avoid
bruises. Mr. Billingsly  got off again and he kept talking about
having two orgasms in less than five minutes. I couldn't understand
why he was so excited, I can get myself off five or ten times in five
minutes. What's the big deal?

He handed me some money and said to keep this to myself, but he
wanted to see me again for more of the same. Guys are so funny. I
told him his daughter knew how to do all the same stuff and that she
would probably do it for free seeing as how they are family and all.
I didn't know what happened next. He seemed to get real angry and
then he left in a huff.

There were three guys in the waiting room when we got back. They
said they didn't have much time, but wanted to get their pipes
cleaned. I didn't know what they meant at first, but they seemed to
like seeing me in nothing but heels, stockings and garter belt so I
figured it must have something to do with getting laid.

I had the first guy lay down on the floor where I pulled out his
whopper and got busy. Once I had a good rhythm going, I had
another one pull out his dick and I gave him a scorcher he'd never
forget. I couldn't believe how dense the last guy was. It took him
forever to realize that the only place I had left for him was my
asshole. He finally figured it out and that's how the sheriff found us
when he came into the place.

The sheriff seemed a bit upset and I figured it must be a health
violation or something. I've known the sheriff since the first time he
came out to the house to bust us for under age drinking.  He still
seemed to like getting it on with Canadian girls and so it was no
time at all before he left, smiling and beaming.

Well, Mr. Luther hired me right then and put me on the clock. I was
only making minimum wage and tips which seemed low for an
experienced person. I worked for another three hours and ended up
with 1,280 dollars. When I asked Mr. Luther about it, he told me
that it was a slow day and I should make a lot more on the week
ends.


"Katie R, I can't take the 9 to 5 grind any more. First off, I can't
even pay my bar tab at the club with what I'll be making and the
part where I have to work on weekends is just the last straw."

Katie R was very sympathetic  when I told her that I quit on the spot
and decided there and then I was never going to work again.

Katie R was so understanding. She helped me change my hair color
back to my normal red which was a great relief. She drew a hot bath
for me and assisted me out of my clothes. I always like it when she
undresses me. She thinks I don't know she's checking out the
merchandise, but I had it all figured out the third time it took her
twenty minutes to undress me and she ended up touching ever part
of my body a million times. I didn't just fall off the turnip truck and
so forth.

She never lets me do anything in the bath tub and she is so
thorough. When she touches me in all those personal places I do get
turned on, or course, but I try very hard not to let her know it. I'm
sure she'd be mortified if she realized what she was doing to me. I
kind of like taking advantage of her like that and hold off having an
orgasm for as long as I can. Fortunately she is such a na ve nymphet
that she doesn't even realize what she is doing. I can get off three or
four times in the bath and she doesn't say a thing.

---

Claudette is the most beautiful girl I've ever seen and I'm so lucky
to have her for my best friend.

I just love it when she gets all excited about something and says,
"Katie R, look at this." She has the most animated face once could
ever imagine. Her skin is smooth as silk and her long red hair flows
like a river of excitement all the way down to her waist. She has the
breasts of a mature woman, but they still retain the firm excitement
of a young girl. Her body is slender and yet well rounded in all the
places I like to touch. And, I like to touch. Her ass sticks out in a
way that says 'grab me' and I do as many times as I can. I don't
know how someone who is barely 5' 7" can have legs than are miles
long. The most exciting legs one could ever imagine.

Somehow her nipples and her lips are the same color. I call it 'kiss
me red' because I've found myself kissing her lips and breasts more
times than I can count. And when she gets real excited, the inside of
her pussy turns the same color and I know she's ready for anything
and everything.

I'm in love with a person who knows just what I want and one who
is always ready to give it to me.

A cave of red hair surrounds me and all I can see is her mouth
searching for mine. A kiss and then another and another. Her tongue
makes its way into my mouth and explores for hidden treasure. A
hand on my cheek trails back behind my neck and finds a place
attached to a secret part of my mind.

A flash or orange. A flash of red.

Her little tongue teases my nipple and makes is grow to adult size.
Her lips surround the rosy target on my breast and try to hide it all
inside her mouth.

Her hand slides down to my waist and then to my hip and then to
my everywhere. Her hand is learning the shape of my body and it's
learning it very well. A single finger sneaks across my tummy and
messes around in the little patch of hair that signals the entrance to
my private place. A single finger slides down the trail that splits my
pussy and I feel it try to get it, but somehow it's denied. Not by me,
of course, but something made it wait for another right time.

I feel the heat from her tits merge with mine as our two bodies try to
be one, a special one that only lovers know.

She turns me over and paints a track of kisses from my neck to my
ass. Her teeth nibble and peck their way across my butt where they
rest half way through the journey just in time to let her tongue
pretend to probe my tiny asshole. Her finger slips inside my pussy
without even asking. I didn't notice it at first, but I sure notice it
now. She moves her hand in an exquisite rhythm. A finger burrows
deep inside my pussy while two others tease my now engorged
pussy lips. My clit likes the feel of her knuckle gently rubbing up
and down in time to my ecstasy. She starts moving her hand back
and forth with a constant pressure that says she knows just what I
want. She's so right. Her finger moves in and out of the flame
between my legs and never seems to get burned.

Her tongue pushes  against my lips and they open to accept her little
treasure. She's kisses me many times and yet each time seems so
very new. Each time seems so much better than the last. Each time.

My hand wanders over her back and down toward her ass. I take an
inventory of her delights and find I'm richer than I thought. She
feels so very good . Much more than a woman. Much more than
wonderful. Much more than I thought I could deserve.

I kind of lose track of what I'm doing when she starts playing with
my tits. Claudette always knows what to do. What to do to make me
feel better than I ever have before. Beyond that and then so much
more. So very much more.

There is magic in our bed. We are laying on our sides and looking
at each other. We're kissing, touching, holding and caressing. We're
loving and feeling a magic that can only happen on a special night.
A night that can live but once. A once that is only now.

I feel her hands holding my naked hips and then they start to move
across my ass. She explores and teases and touches. She makes sure
I know my lover is there and I do over and over again. Her hands.
Her tongue. Her pussy. Her tits and more, more, more. And sound
and smell and beauty and desire.

We make love through the night and fall asleep without knowing
that we do. We only know we are holding each other when we
wake. We only know we are in love.

   ---

"Katie R, look at this. Look here in the paper. I know I could do this
job."

"Why don't you put the paper down, Claudette, and just give me
another kiss?"

The End


Katie McN <katie@katiemcn.com>

Read all my stories at my website:

www.asstr-mirror.org\~Katie_McN

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