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A Resident Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: votech.txt
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Vo-Tech
	by Spangles Muldoon
	spanglesmuldoon@yahoo.com



	I'd like to be able to say that I started my own
business out of a sense of entrepreneurship, drive,
and self-motivation. Yes, I'd like to be able to say
that, but I'd be lying if I did. I started my own
business because I couldn't find a job. Plain and
simple. I'd also like to say that my business took off
like a rocket ship, and that I made more money than I
ever had before in my life, but of course, I can't say
that, either. Still, I did alright. Eventually I was
able to move out of my home office and get a 'real'
office in an off the beaten path office building. It
wasn't a bad office. It had a small reception area in
the front, a larger office off of that, and a small
conference room. There was a supply closet off the
reception area, and a back door off of the conference
room. Fortunately, the place came furnished, so I had
everything I needed to run the office, including a
small, oval conference table in the conference room.

	I was working on a project in the office one
afternoon when I received a visit from the vocational
counselor from the local high school. He was looking
for local businesses to hire vocational students for
part time work.  I really didn't need the help in the
office, and I certainly couldn't afford to pay someone
when there was no real work for them to do, but then
he told be that their salary would be subsidized by
the school district. As I thought about it more, I
decided that it might not be too bad to have a
receptionist / clerk part time, and it wouldn't hurt
at all if she were a good looking, nicely built high
schooler. I told him that I would be more than happy
to take a vocational student. He said he would send
some over to interview with me on Monday afternoon. He
called me the next day and told me he had five
students for me to talk to. I agreed to see one an
hour beginning at noon.

	The first candidate arrived thirty minutes early on
Monday. It was a guy, and I knew damn well that even
talking to him was a waste of time. He was not going
to get this job. Still, I went through the motions and
got rid of him quickly. Number two was better. Well,
sort of. She was a girl, but was not the type I would
want working in my office. I don't know if it was the
pierced tongue or the green hair. Maybe it was the
spiked dog collar. She seemed intelligent enough, and
was certainly eager, but there was no way in hell I
was going to hire her. 

	Number three arrived right on time. She was not
beautiful, although she well could have been with a
little makeup, a better hairstyle, and some nicer
clothes. She was a brunette with dark eyes. She was
about five foot six or thereabouts, and her build was
nice, but not really proportionate. She was wearing a
white blouse and a navy blue skirt. She was nicely
tanned, so she didn't need hose. I had the impression
she was from a poorer family. Her name was Jana.

	I took her into my office and talked to her for about
fifteen minutes. I wasn't really all that decisive
about her. Granted, she wasn't bad, but there were
still two more coming, and I would hate to settle for
her only to find out the next one was better. I
already knew that I wouldn't make a decision until I
had seen all the candidates, but I don't think she
realized that.  I was finishing up my notes on her and
I guess the silence was too much for her to bear. She
said "I really want this job. Actually, I really NEED
this job. I will do whatever it takes to get it and
will work very hard when I do."

	I had to admit this girl was a contender for the job.
I think she meant what she said, and I had little
doubt that I would be doing more with her than just
enjoying the view. I moved Jana's folder to the top of
the stack. I told her I would make my decision after I
had talked to all the applicants. She seemed happy
with that, and actually gave me a little panty flash
as she got up out of the chair. I didn't think it was
unintentional.

	Shannon was next on the schedule, but she didn't show
up. Never did learn why. Fortunately, DeAnn arrived
almost a half hour early, so I started my interview
with her. DeAnn was gorgeous. I mean drop dead
gorgeous. Perfect smile, perfect hair, perfect build.
Long blonde hair and the bluest eyes I had ever seen.
She was actually breathtaking. She was dressed to the
nines. Very business like, very professional. No doubt
the perfect candidate. I had pretty much decided on
her as soon as she walked in the door, but told her
that I would make my decision overnight and notify the
counselor in the morning.

	When she had gone, I was sitting there thinking about
it, wondering what would be the better move for me.
DeAnn was gorgeous, and I would love to have her
around the office. On the other hand, though, Jana had
all but promised me whatever I wanted if I gave her
the job. She wasn't nearly as good looking as DeAnn,
but she still interested me. I wasn't sure what my
chances would be with DeAnn, but I had the impression
that they wouldn't be good. She didn't seem like the
type who would be putting out anything for anybody
without a wedding ring.

	I called the VoTech Counselor the next morning with
my decision. I had decided to hire both Jana and
DeAnn. Jana would work mornings and DeAnn would work
afternoons, and they would alternate Saturdays. I
figured it was the best of both worlds. I told the
Counselor that I required them to wear a skirt and
blouse or a dress during the week, but that Saturday
was a casual day. They were set to start on Monday.

	Jana was there thirty minutes early on Monday. She
had on a blue satiny blouse and a white skirt that
struck her about mid-thigh. She appeared to have taken
extra pains with her hair and makeup, and she really
looked pretty good. I spent most of the morning with
her showing her the work I had for her to do. It
wasn't a lot, mainly just answering the phones and
doing some filing and some data entry. She caught on
quickly. About ten thirty she came into my office and
said that she wanted to thank me for giving her the
opportunity. She came directly over to where I was
seated and dropped to her knees in front of me. She
unzipped my pants and took out my dick and balls,
apparantly something she had some experience with as
it went very smoothly. She began to kiss and lick my
shaft, which sprung to full attention immediately.
Then she took it in her mouth and really started to
work, taking half of it at first, then progressing to
taking the full length.

	She wasn't an expert, but she was certainly no
amateur. She had definitely done this before. What she
lacked in experience, she more than made up in
enthusiasm. I started to take her head in my hands and
guide her, but I resisted, instead allowing her to set
her own pace. I was already close to coming, and knew
that she was capable of making me finish on her own. I
did start to move my hips in time with her motions as
best as I could. The pressure in my balls was intense.
I knew I was going to come soon. I debated about
warning her, but decided against it. I did place my
hands on her head, though, as I got closer. First, I
didn't want her to stop before I came, even though she
had really given me no indication that she was going
to stop. Second, once I started shooting, I didn't
want her to pull off until I was finished. I picked up
my pace, and she picked up hers to match it. When I
felt my first shot begin it's journey, I pulled her
head closer to me, burying the head of my dick in to
the back of her throat. She made a slight gagging
sound as my first shot blasted directly into her
throat, then she started bobbing her head again. I
blasted a huge amount of come into her mouth, and she
made a valiant attempt to swallow every drop. Once I
had finished, she cleaned my dick carefully with her
tongue. I wanted to fuck her now, but I was too
drained, and I knew it. That would be tommorrow's
project.

	I heard the outer door of the receptionist office
open. Fortunately, the door to my office was closed.
Jana got up and went through the door to the
conference room, then into the receptionist area to
see who it was. I put my equipment away and went from
my office directly into the reception area. It
appeared that Jana and I had not even been in the same
room. It was DeAnn that had come in, almost an hour
early for work. She was dressed impeccibly. She had on
a gray business suit that consisted of a jacket and
skirt with a white, frilly blouse. Her hair was up.
She looked very professional and business like.

	I took both girls into the conference room and spent
about an hour talking to them about the job and the
company in general. I couldn't help but notice that
here were spots on Jana's blue blouse. Sperm, no
doubt. I had shot considerably more than she could
swallow, and some had landed on her blouse. If DeAnn
noticed at all, she had no idea what it was. Jana left
at twelve thirty, leaving DeAnn and I alone in the
office. I briefed DeAnn on how to answer the phone,
and left the office to go to lunch. When I got back, I
spent the afternoon training DeAnn. DeAnn remained
extremely professional, and I never managed so much as
a look at a bra strap all after noon. Damn, she was
hot! Her un-approachableness made her even hotter.

	I spent the next morning in the conference room with
Jana, where I fucked her three times during the course
of the morning. She let me come inside her each time.
Of course, no work got done, and I had DeAnn in my
mind as I screwed Jana. DeAnn got to work right on
time, and again she was looking immaculate. Damn. I
really, really wanted her. It went on like that all
week. Screwing Jana all morning, and wanting to screw
DeAnn all afternoon. Saturday was Jana's, and I took
full advantage of it and of her. Monday came, and it
was back to the same routine. I knew I had to do
something to change this.

	The next Saturday was DeAnn's turn to work all day.
She arrived right on time Saturday morning, and was
dressed casually. She had on a tight fitting tank top
and some very tight blue jean shorts and tennis shoes.
She had her hair pulled back into a pony tail.

	I had her busy in the reception area all morning, and
I stayed in my office making some phone calls and
catching up on all the work I had put off while I was
spending my mornings screwing Jana. The afternoon
started out the same way the morning had. It was about
two o'clock when things changed. I was busy in my
office, and I heard the outer door open and close. I
figured DeAnn could handle it, and that she would call
me if she couldn't, so I didn't even bother to get up.
Then I heard her scream. "DeAnn!" I called, "What's
wrong?" At the same time, I got up and headed for the
reception area. I stopped short when I got to the door
between my office and the reception area. DeAnn was
between her desk and the outer door to the office.
Between her and the outer door was a man wearing a
black ski mask. In one hand he had a gym bag. In the
other, he had a wicked looking pistol, and he had it
pointed at DeAnn.

	When he saw me, he pointed to gun at me, then back at
DeAnn. She was scared shitless. The man dropped the
gym bag on the floor, then reached behind him with his
free hand and locked the outer door. He flipped the
sign on the door from open to closed, then picked up
the bag again. He pointed the gun at me again, then
back to DeAnn. "Give me all the money!" he said, "and
give it to me now!"

	"Okay," I said, "but there isn't much. We made a
major deposit last night." "I don't care!", he said,
"Give me what you do have!" I went over the the
reception desk and opened the lock drawer. There had
been no business that morning, so the only money that
was in there was what we had to make change with. It
was less than fifty dollars, including the loose
change. I put it on the desk for him. He guided DeAnn
over to where it was, put the gym bag on the desk, and
took the money. "Is this all there is?" he asked.
"Yes," I said, "We don't keep much cash here."
"Where's the safe?" he continued. "We don't have a
safe. We don't keep that much cash here." I replied.
He moved the gun back towards me and fired a shot. It
missed me by a wide margin, and I knew that it missed
me intentionally. There was no way he could have
missed if he had wanted to hit me. DeAnn tried to
scream, but nothing came out. She was rigid with fear.
"I know there's a safe!" he said, "Where the hell is
it?"

	"Okay, okay. You win!" I said. It's in the conference
room, but there's nothing in it!" He waved the gun
towards the conference room door, motioning me to go
in there. I complied. He followed, keeping DeAnn in
front of him and keeping the gun pointed at her. He
closed the conference room door once we were all
inside. I moved to the far corner of the room where
the small safe was embedded into the concrete of the
floor. I wondered what he would do when he found out
that there was truly very little in the safe. I knew
there was less than a hundred dollars in there. This
just wasn't a cash type business, and we really had
little need to keep cash around. I opened the safe,
and placed the money on the conference table. He
brought DeAnn around the table and took that cash as
well. "Is that all there is?" he asked. "Yes. I told
you, we don't keep much cash here." "Give me your
wallet." he demanded. Naturally, I complied. After
all, he had the gun. "Looks like this was hardly worth
my time." he said. Then he looked at DeAnn again. I
knew where his mind was heading.

	He told me to go to the chair at the far end of the
conference table and sit down. I did. He brough DeAnn
around to where I was, setting the gym bag on the
table. He opend it and took out some handcuffs, then
instructed me to put my hands behind the chair. He
gave the handcuffs to DeAnn and told her to cuff me.
She was shaking so hard, she had difficulty doing it,
but she managed to accomplish it after a few tries.

	He moved DeAnn back to the other end of the table and
told her to climb up on the table and stand there. She
did as she was told. The gunman went to the side of
the conference table and sat down, still casually
pointing the gun at DeAnn. She stood on the table, not
moving. She had not made a sound since her intiial
scream. "Turn around", he said to her. She didn't
move. "TURN AROUND!!" he repeated. This time she
complied, doing a slow, full turn. The gunman was
looking her over well, and I have to admit, so was I.
Her nips were definitely popped, no doubt from the
excitement, and from this angle, since I was looking
up at her from below, I could barely make out the
outline of her puss through her shorts.

	The gunman spoke again. "Strip." he told her. Again,
she didn't make a move. The gunman stood up quickly,
and pointed the gun at her head "I said STRIP!" he
repeated, "and I MEAN strip!" She kicked off her
shoes, and once the gunman saw that she was going to
do what he had told her, he sat back down to enjoy the
show. I was glad that he had allowed me to see this as
well. I had been wanting to see her nude ever since I
first saw her. She was moving much slower than I would
have liked her to, but then I wasn't exactly in charge
here.

	She pulled her top over her head and dropped it on
the table. I was actually surprised to see that she
had on a bra. It hadn't appeared that she had. It
almost wasn't a bra. It was very silky and see
through, and was the kind that had no seams or
fasteners on it. It was almost like not having one on
at all. She pulled it over her head and tossed it to
the table as well. Her breasts were more beautiful
than I had imagined. Very firm. Not a trace of sag.
Her nipples were small and very perky. Not too big,
not too small. Unlike many women, her nippples were
exact mirror images of each other. They appeared to be
totally identical. She had a slight tan line where her
bikini had been during the summer. It was obvious that
she preferred small bikinis.

	Her shorts went next, and they were so tight that she
had a little trouble working them down over her
thighs. Part of it might have been due to the
nervousness. Once they got past her thighs, they fell
easily to her ankles. Her panties were plain, but
surprisingly they appeared to be cotton. The waist
band said Hanes. I thought I detected a slight
darkening at her crotch, probably from moisture, but I
knew I was probably mistaken. She hesitated, and the
gunman yelled at her again 'GET IT DONE!" he said. She
hooked her thumbs in the waist band of her panties on
each side and slid them down, dropping them to her
ankles. She kicked them off to one side, then stood
again, totally nude.

	I had forgotten about the gunman for a moment at that
point. DeAnn had a matching tan line from her bikini
bottom, which for some reason I thought was very sexy.
Her bus was trimmed into a neat furrow of wispy,
blonde hair, no doubt to keep it from showing when she
was wearing her bikini. She stood there silently, not
saying a word, and making a point to not look at
either of me or the gunman. I glanced at the gunman,
and noticed that he was immersed in her beauty as
well. All was silent for a minute or two, as we both
enjoyed the view. I was hard as a rock, and I would
have bet money that the gunman was, too.

	The gunman scooted his chair back and stood again. He
told DeAnn to lie down on the table. She did. turned
the chairs of the conference table so that the backs
of them were toward the table as he walked over to
where his gym bag was. He dug aroound in it for a
moment, and pulled out a handful of items. One was a
black blindfold, sort of like those used by people who
sleep in the daytime. He put it on DeAnn, and added a
couple of wraps of duct tape to make sure it didn't
come off and that she couldn't see. He then took
handcuffs and cuffed each of her hands to the back of
a chair on each side of the table, and each of her
ankles to a chair on each side of the table, making
her fully spread eagle on the table top.
Unfortunately, her head was toward me, and I couldn't
see her now wide open pussy. To top things off, he put
a ball gag in her mouth and fastened it in place.

	Once that was done, and he seemed to be satisfied
with his handiwork, he came towards me. He stepped
behind me, and I waited, wondering what he was going
to do. I felt him unlock my handcuffs, then he
motioned for me to stand up. He motioned towards the
back entrance to the conference room, so I stepped in
that direction. He opened the door to the back
entrance, then looked at me. He took off his ski mask
and examination gloves, then handed me back all the
money and my wallet. He leaned over closer to me and
whispered "Okay, she's all yours now. Remember, you
have to do this at my office next week. I have to
admit, though, that your VoTech is a lot better
looking than mine." "Okay," I replied. I gently closed
the door behind him, making sure that it made no noise
when it closed, then walked back over to the table.

	My buddy Howie had really come through for me. He had
played the role like a real actor. I took a lot of
mental notes about his performance so I could use them
when I did this for him the next week at his office in
the next county. See, he was in sort of the same
situation with his new VoTech as I was.

	I turned my attention back to DeAnn. It was going to
be an interesting afternoon. After a few hours of
filling her repeatedly with sperm, all I had to do was
sit back at the other end of the table, put my
handcuffs back on, and wait for Jana to come in at six
that evening and find us. Yeah, it was all planned. I
had asked Jana to come  by the office that afternoon
after DeAnn had left to do some extra work for me. I
knew she would be there with bells on. The
investigation that followed would lead nowhere,
because DeAnn wouldn't be able to give them much
information, and what I gave them would be bogus
anyway.

	I had a really good time with DeAnn that afternoon.
She had been a virgin, which probably expalined some
of her prissy attitude. As it turned out, she got
pregnant that afternoon, and ended up quiting. Jana
stayed for most of the school year until she got
pregnant, too. I never did know if Jana was pregnant
by me or by one of the high school guys she was
seeing. I had no doubt who had made DeAnn pregnant,
though.

	As for the next week at Howie's office, well, that is
another story, one that I will leave for Howie to tell
should he ever have the inclination to do so.

	
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