Intern Gangbang 2 by Traci Wilde

Intern Gangbang 2: The Senior Partners Have Their Turn
     
    Tying Up and Taking the Intern Oh So Hard
    (A Reluctant Very Rough Bondage, Gangbang, and First Lesbian Sex Tale)
     
    By Traci Wilde
     
    I slipped down in my seat, trying to find a comfortable position. My ass was still sore from what Nicholas and his friends had done to me last night, though the burning had finally subsided. Just thinking about it, their cocks up my ass, in my pussy – I grew wet at the memory, even though it had hurt, still hurt.
    I had been waiting for an hour, parking on the side of the road. Mr. Powers had arrived at his home a half hour earlier, and I was about to slip from my car and put my plan into action when another car pulled into his driveway.
    Her car.
    I watched as Ms. Jacobs – the Dragon Lady – let herself into Mr. Powers home, and I remembered the words he had said to me earlier that day, when he fired me.
    "We can't have you on staff either, even as an intern. We strictly forbid physical relationships between employees, no exceptions. It's in all of our contracts, even senior management," he had said of the reason for letting me go – that, and the fact I was just eighteen years old. He thought I was twenty, because I was an advanced student, already in my junior year of college.
    Mostly, though, it was because of what happened last night.
    He had seen a video – I don't know how he got a copy, didn't even know a video had been made – of me from the night before, in the staff conference room. Nicholas, the top junior associate in the company, had stripped me naked and tied my hands, then he and Peter and Roger, two other associates, had taken me on the conference table, kissing, touching, fucking me in the ass, cumming in my mouth, doing most everything you could imagine.
    It had hurt, it was frightening when they all went down on me, but it had been incredibly arousing – I came harder than I ever remember, and I have to confess to being disappointed a little when they let me go.
    This morning, though, had been the total opposite, very dispassionate, Mr. Powers' firing of me. He had seen the video, he had me recount the story of what happened to me, told me he would be firing the three of them as well as me for what happened.
    I wasn't ready to go, and I had come here, to Mr. Powers home, dressed in my sexiest, skimpiest short black dress, and I was going to make him want me, make him take me, and then I'd have my job back. Maybe more.
    Then I saw Ms. Jacobs – Fonda, I think her first name is, though everyone at work calls her Dragon Lady. She's tall, nearly as tall as Mr. Powers, and slender, with mocha-colored skin and long, thick black hair. She would be pretty if she ever smiled, but Ms. Jacobs looks as if she's about to rip someone's face off, or worse.
    She pulled into his drive, slipped from the car – she was wearing a long trench coat, which was odd given how warm it was, then slipped into his house. Seeing her walk into Mr. Powers' home was kind of shocking. Hell, seeing her walk into anyone's home is shocking.
    I opened my car door, walked across the street and up to his door. I rang the bell. A minute later the door opened. Mr. Powers stood there – he's not a tall man, maybe only six-feet, but he's large, barrel chested, with wide shoulders and a thick neck, like he had been a football player in his younger days and had kept working out all these years. He has thick black and gray hair. He was still dressed in the suit pants he'd worn to work, though his shirt was gone – he wore only a crisp, white t-shirt. I don't know how old he is, though I'd guess mid to late forties. I figured Ms. Jacobs at around forty.
    "Rachel?"
    Ah, I have him. He's surprised.
    In all that he saw on the video, in everything I said earlier today describing what the three junior partners had done to me, he looked no more than mildly interested, as if he were hearing the latest financial projections for the month. No raised