I left her office in complete confusion. Should I complain? I had been molested who would believe me. I was an intern, if I complained who would believe me. If I lost this job I would be letting my Mum down. All these things raged through my head but there was another thought. I savoured the feeling of her firm fingers in my panties. I try to dismiss it.
I awoke in the night my fingers already inside my panties felt so horny. The luxurious satin material already damp clung to my pussy lips. I opened my self with my fingers. smiling as I remembered my dream. It was not my fingers but Mary-Janes. Her strong slender fingers ravaged me. I spread my legs and her fingers rubbed my clit slowly and gently then a little harder and I let out an involuntary moan. The more she touched me the more my clit demanded. The more I want Mary-Jane. These needs controlled me now as I lay with eyes closed and one hand squeezed my nipples in turn. The other hand with fingers inside and thumb rubbed my impatient clit. pleasure started to fill me traveling down my long legs to make my toes curl and I gasped as I thrust my hips upwards trying to swallow the hand as the fingers fucked me. My breathing ragged and my body started to tremble and orgasm erupts through me as she squeezed my clit between finger and thumb. Her other hand. left my body limp and satisfied. I slept well for the rest of the night.

After a good nights sleep I was raring to go, excited by the chance to work with Mary-Jane Hunter. I was sure by the end of the day I would have proved my worth.

Like a puppy I bounced into her office noticing for the first time there were four doors leading to connected rooms. Wondering what they were, I sashayed up to Mary Janes desk and stood in front of her. Unsure if she had noticed me, I prepared to clear my throat. At that moment I saw she was looking at me with one eyebrow raised.

"You asked me to report to you," I said.
"Yes Missie, I need a new personal assistant. I want you to work with me during your internship and if it goes well the job will be yours."
I was barely able to take it in. I could be working with one of the business worlds most successful executives.
"Missie I value efficiency in my business I do not suffer fools. I believe in training to improve and if I decide to teach you a lesson I expect you to accept it." Mary-Jane continued, "to do well here is simple but you do need to listen.
"Yes, Miss Hunter," I replied.
Little happened for the rest of that day. I was left in the background and she rarely spoke to me. The same happened for the next two days, I was just expected to listen and learn.

"I was bored and when Mary-Jane finally gave me a duty to perform I was off. Like a rocket. Eager to please, I almost ran to the deli and collected the sandwiches. I rushed them back and handed them to Mary-Jane.

I was called back an hour later and told to come to her desk.
"That was a fast collection but did you check the sandwiches as I told you," she enquired.
"Yes of course I,"I began to reply immediately pausing as I saw her smile.
"Hands on the desk and face forward, " she purred and she stood behind me.
For the second time I bent over her desk and she lifted my skirt and she pulled down my tights and panties.
"I expect complete honesty from my employees" she said as she held me intimately with one hand a finger gently parting my lower lips and her finger lingered between them.
"If they lie my employees risk the disciplinary process," she said and she used her nails and pinched my buttock hard.
I yelped and felt her hand leave from between my legs knowing she must have felt my wetness. She pulled up my tights and panties and I felt a cold sandwich inside them its soft bread pressed against my bottom.
"If you checked the sandwiches you would know only one was on white bread?" she questioned.
"Cheese," I guessed bringing a hard smack that exploded the sandwich in my underwear.
"Egg mayonnaise,"I answered. I felt her hand inside the tights placing another sandwich in them at the back and another but this time in the front , Her hands on my shoulders, guided me to sit back n a chair.
"Undo your blouse,|" she instructed and her fingers tenderly stroked my neck, as I fumbled with the button.
"Is Missie short for misbehaviour?" she whispered in my ear from behind me as her warm fingers worked her way over my shoulder. Each hand squeezed into a cup of my bra and found a nipple.
"Do you want to touch yourself," she and nibbled my earlobe.
"Moans were my only reply as she squeezed my nipples.
"No she said, "I didn't give you permission." My hand stopped as I started to rub myself.
She withdrew her hands from my bra and opened a triangular prawn mayonnaise sandwich forced the pieces into the bra and gave them a tit filling.
"I seem to have invented the PMT Prawn, mayonnaise and tit, sounds appetising yet may not catch on, she said sandwiching my other tit.
She moved in front of me and knelt down. She took an ankle boot off
And put a chicken tikka sandwich inside before I forced a nylon clad foot back in. The process was repeated with my other boot.
"My client was a vegan," she said as she sat on a chair facing me. She kicked off her shoes and her feet stroked my legs. I sat immobilised by her gently caressing feet,.rising slowly up my legs.
"If I gave her those sandwiches she might have chosen to do business elsewhere" she explained. Her feet parted my knees and one worked its way between my thighs pressing her foot into my crotch. She squashed the tuna and cheese sandwich in my panties rubbing it into me as I felt her toes wriggling against me inside my skirt.
"Do you want to touch yourself?" she asked her foot still inside my thighs.
"Oh yes," I murmured
"No" she refused standing up and beckoned for me to do the same.
I held my skirt up as she put the last two sandwiches in my tights then massaged them into me. All I could do was stand there and murmur.
She stopped my desire rampant but unsatisfied.
"You have my permission to finish at home but only if you go home like this," she instructed.
"I can't go on public transport like this ," I protested.
"Yes you can," she said and handed me a long rain coat.
"Dan," she said into her intercom.
A young security guard entered s I put the raincoat on.
"Escort Missie out of the building she does not need the bathroom before leaving." He was told.
Out on the street unsure if people could see my humiliation I had no choice I headed for home.

At that time I had no idea how much messier it would get.