At the age of 19 I wanted the world and I wanted it now. I read through the magazine in the dentist surgery.. How ironic as I sat awaiting an appointment where someone would ask me to open wide and show them? It was the cover that attracted my attention. Mary-Jane Hunter sat on the desk on the cover. She had it all, looks, money power. As she sat long legs crossed in her pencil skirt with her feet encased in expensive heels , her tight but fitted cream silk blouse seemed to caress and flow over her curves and as I looked I imagined myself in her place. Her body proud as she sat in a pose that suggested female empowerment and authority. This woman was a local legend. A small town girl now running a large company. The success that commanded and the world obeyed.
This should be mine. I daydreamed not knowing in 3 months I would become her intern. She would teach me more than I ever expected and my life would change opening to dreams I never knew I had. I would do anything to learn from her. Anything? Well you can be the judge of that, as you read my story.
I left the dentist that day with a head full of dreams and did what I do best. Shop! I started from the beginning and chose expensive silk underwear matching French knickers and a bra in a delicate rose floral pattern. I held them in my hand clutching my soft treasure, day dreaming of its luxurious fell against my skin. Teamed with the glistening thigh high hold up stockings I would make anyone go weak at the knees. I shopped on choosing a silk blouse, a royal blue skirt suit and a blue pair of killer heels. I sneaked my bargains past my Mum and all was quiet. I dressed in private imagining my importance and the power I commanded. Until one morning!
"Missie, get down here," my Mother yelled, "now."
Still in my pyjamas I walked down the stairs in trepidation. I stepped through the doorway to see my Mum credit card bill in hand. She turned to look at me shaking with rage.
"III," I tried to speak but was unable to form a sentence.
"I can't pay this! Do you understand I don't have this sort of money?" my mother yelled in frustration.
"III," I tried to answer still unable to achieve coherence. I stood there head bowed in shame as my mothers eyes bored into me.
"You have a month to find a job or you find somewhere else to live," she announced as I met her gaze unable to look away from her angry determination

Two weeks later I tied to sneak quietly in through the front door, but as I stepped onto the first stair a voice called me to the lounge.
"Missie," my Mums voice summoned me. "How is your job search going?"
"Yeah, um good," I mumbled
"Here," she said "It is an unpaid internship but I believe it is what you want."
"Thank you," I replied unsure of what I was showing gratitude for. I grasped the leaflet and read the company name "Global Communications." It was Mary-Jane Hunter's company.
"Make you dreams come true." She spoke with a smile
"Yes ,Mum," I replied not yet realising that for once I would exceed her expectations in ways I would never be able to tell her.

A month later I set though the automatic door into the lobby of "Hunter Tower" a modern office building and reported to reception. I had dressed for business leaving my expensive outfit in the wardrobe. My blazer, black skirt, and black ankle boots combined with natural tights and a small splash of colour with my pretty light blue floral blouse.
Business like but bored. I carried out my duties as intern also known as unpaid dogsbody. I was tempted to leave but didn't want to let my Mum down. Then it happened I had done some photocopying and Tracey another intern issued a challenge.
"Missie, I dare you to copy your ass," she suggested.
Helen watched the door as I hitched up my skirt and sat on the copier. The machine beeped and whirred as it printed a pretty good picture. I handed it to Tracey.
"Yes, I thought you would be chicken," said Tracey.
"But I did it," was my puzzled response.
"I see tights and panties no ass," Tracey said with disdain. "Come on, I dare you. If you do it we will as well. Come on you first."
I hesitated but pulled my tights and panties down around my knees and used my arms to lever myself on the copier. I pressed the button and a beep followed and then the whirring sound. I was just getting down as Helen hissed "OMG quick someone is coming."
I had just pulled my tights and panties up when a man opened the door.
"Are you finished Mary-Jane Hunter wants her copies," he said.
Looking down I saw her name on my folder and nodded trying to work out where Tracey had stashed my pictures.
"Come on," he said, "I will show you to her office."
I was so relieved as I followed him to the lift. The lift climbed the floors the numbers rising. I couldn't believe I would meet Mary-Jane.
He led me to her office and knocked on the door.
"Come in" a voice responded from inside.
As we entered I saw the boss for the first time as she sat at her desk her blond hair cascading onto her shoulders.
"I brought the new girl, she copied the papers you wanted," he said
"Put them on the desk," she said, "thank you," without even looking at us.
I put the file on the desk and we walked back through the door.
"Wait," she called and the man turned around.
"No," she said to him, "send back the girl."
I walked back into the room and this time I had her full attention. I almost wilted in the intensity of her gaze as I approached her desk. I stood in front of her my certainty and confidence evaporated.
"What's your name?" she asked quietly.
"Missie," I replied maintaining eye contact.
"What d o you want Missie?" she asked.
"Nothing," I said as assertively as I could.
She stood up and instructed me to lean over the desk and placed the open file in front of me.
"Oh," I said spotting the missing photocopies.
"Ohh" I said as she lifted my skirt from behind.
"We both seem to be looking at your underwear," she said quietly
"Ohhhh," I murmured as her hand pushed inside my panties.
"Ohhhhh," I continued as she explored me.
"Ohhhhhh,"all I could say as her strong fingers grasped me.
"Ohhhhhhh," I said as her hand withdrew.
"Get out," she instructed.
I straightened my skirt and turned towards the door.
"Be here at 8am tomorrow. You are my intern now," she told me just before I closed her office door.