TEACHING THE AU PAIR TO SUBMIT
By
POWERONE
A Renaissance E Books publication
ISBN 1-58873-591-5
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Copyright © 2005 by Powerone
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A Sizzler/B&D Edition
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Chapter One
The Job Interview
She was bound on the bed, her arms pulled up tight to the headboard, her wrists tied
tightly together. Her fingers were beginning to grow numb, the circulation cut off by the
ropes. Her legs were pulled wide to the corners of the bed, spread-eagled. Her toes pushed
straight up into the air, the ropes stretching her to the sharply rising corner posts. Her
joints ached, her crotch split painfully by the wide expanse between her legs. Her ankles
were raised at least two feet up from the mattress, her body forced up into the air, her
ass barely touching the mattress beneath her.
The room was ghostly silent, her ragged breathing reverberating against the walls. She
was sweating even though she was naked, not knowing how she got into this predicament. She
began to panic, struggling to escape, only succeeding in making the ropes cut painfully
into her wrists and ankles. It might have only been minutes, but it seemed like hours, the
painful bondage making her body ache.
Her worst fears were coming true. The door opened and in walked a large man, muscular,
over six feet tall. Most terrifying was that he was naked except for a pair of hiking
boots and socks. He had the largest cock she had ever seen, more than ten inches long and
over three inches in diameter. It jutted out from his body, a pair of heavy-laden balls
hanging beneath it. His face was covered with a sock-like mask, holes cut for his eyes,
nose and mouth.
Before she could say a thing, he shoved soiled panties into her mouth, using his long
fingers to stuff them deep, almost choking her. One hand stroked his large cock as his the
other began to abuse her body, his fingers seeking out her breasts, roughly grabbing her
nipples, twisting and pulling on them while she squirmed beneath him. Her nipples hardened
from the abuse as his fingernails dug into the rubbery nubs, eliciting painful sounds from
her gagged mouth. He played with her breasts until they were red and swollen from the
rough handling, the tips painfully sensitive.
She feared what would happen next. His fingers moved down her sides, her body jerking
from the intimate touch slowly passing over her taut abdomen, pushing through her neatly
shaved bush. She jerked as he passed harshly over her clit before spreading her pussy
lips. The look on his face, a smile, hidden beneath the mask. He had found out her
secret—–her pussy soaked in anticipation. He knew she wanted this.
"Jessica. Jessica!"
Damn. She looked up to see Professor Johnson staring down at her. She looked away, her
face turning red in shame. Her skirt had ridden high on her legs, her thighs parted wide.
She quickly closed her legs, pulling her skirt down. Bastard was looking up under my skirt
again.
"Yes, Professor?" She let her hands smooth her skirt, trying to act
nonchalant.
"Glad you could join us. May I speak to you for a moment?"
Jessica noticed that the class had already cleared out. She must have been daydreaming
again. Damn, I`m just so horny. And these dreams… My pussy is soaked.
"Of course." She stood, making her sure her skirt was pulled down, her hands
smoothing over her ass cheeks, the material clinging to her taut flesh. Eat your heart
out, you bastard.
His cock was straining his trousers. It must have been one helluva dream. Her legs were
spread so wide he could see her black panties beneath the short skirt. Each semester he
would pick out one female student, the one with the nicest legs, who wore the shortest
skirts, and put them in the front row, his lectern only a foot from them. Jessica was this
semester`s choice. He had checked out her college application. She was single, 23, older
than most students, no living relatives, and a junior majoring in child psychology. Her
father had divorced her mother when she was young, her mother passing away last year after
a prolonged illness. She was going to school full-time and working part-time, surviving on
scholarships with little money for anything else. He knew she did not have any employment
prospects for the summer—–the economy was not very good, and students were the first to
bear the pain of company cutbacks. She was their ideal candidate.
Michael had come to him with the plan.
Michael Jergen was a close friend of his. Both of them had attended college together, and
had kept in touch over the years. Michael was the eldest son of a very "old
money" family. He had been very successful in the family business, taking over as
Chairman of the Board on the death of his father. Michael, like himself, loved the company
of younger women. Michael was still married though, while his wife had caught him in bed
with one of his grad students, left, and filed quickly for divorce.
For reasons unknown to him, Michael would be going to his house in Haiti for the summer
without his wife and he was looking for an au pair to care for his four-year-old son. If
the candidate was chosen correctly, the advantages of having a young woman living at his
house in a foreign land could give Michael many months of pleasure. He was to help him
find a suitable candidate and, as a side benefit, he would have the opportunity to test
the young woman`s sexual appetite.
His first thought had been of Jessica. With such a great pair of legs staring at him
everyday, there could have been no other choice. At five foot five and approximately 110
pounds, she had lovely hair—–a real blonde. He could only imagine what her bush would look
like, barely able to hide her pussy lips. She had large baby blue eyes, a pert nose and a
set of lips that made his cock hard. He would often look at her and see those lips wrapped
around his cock, those big blue eyes staring up at him as he fed her more and more of his
cock. While her breasts were not big, they were more than ample to nicely fill out a
sweater or allow for a nice show of cleavage in a low-cut top. Jessica was the one they
meant when they came up with the saying, "her legs went on forever." And you
were the luckiest guy alive to have her walk away from you—–the cutest ass with a gentle
sway to it that would hypnotize you until she disappeared from sight.
She stood only inches from him, the scent of her perfume making his cock jerk in
anticipation. "Have you found a job for the summer yet, Jessica?"
"No, not yet." The fear she had of being unable to find any work and having no
place to live returned. "Do you know of anything?"
"Well," the Professor began hesitantly, "I have a good friend from my
college days who is looking for an au pair to take care of his four-year-old son. He has a
house—–well, more like a mansion, in Haiti and wants someone to stay there beginning in
June until September. The salary is $1,000 per week with room and board, and so whoever
takes the job would only have personal expenses to contend with. But the young woman would
have to be a very special one. My friend is wealthy and very well-known and therefore is a
very discriminating gentleman, so the person taking the job would have to agree to certain
stipulations to safeguard his privacy."
Jessica could not believe her ears. It was as if a giant weight was lifted from her
shoulders. She could save almost $16,000 by the end of the summer. And Haiti, a far-off
distant land, would be such an adventure. She looked at Professor Johnson in a new light.
It didn`t matter that he was always looking at her legs or up her skirt. All men did that.
Now he was her savior. "That sounds so exciting," she eagerly replied while
trying to contain some of her enthusiasm. "Do you think I would be good for the
job?" She needed him to agree that she would be perfect.
"I think you have potential." The Professor appeared to be weighing his next
words. "Why don`t you stop by my office later? I have a lot of papers to grade, but I
will be free by five."
Jessica thought about that for a moment. By five o`clock the building would be empty.
"I don`t know, that is pretty late. Couldn`t we do it earlier?" She looked up at
him, batting her eyelashes, hoping to coax him into a better time, a safer time.
"That`s okay, Jessica. I just thought you might be interested in the position. But
if you don`t have the time, there are other students. Other students who would be more
appreciative of what I have to offer them. Thank you anyway." He turned and started
walking out of the room, his heart barely beating, waiting to see if she would take the
bait.
"No!" Jessica was afraid she had blown it, her cushy summer job already up in
smoke." No, Professor, five would be fine. I do appreciate you considering me."
"Well, I`ll see you then. And we`ll see how appreciative you really are." He
left the room imagining what she was thinking.
She stood there for a while after he had gone. She did not like his last comment. See how
appreciative she was? What was he after? What would he expect from her?
Jessica`s next class went quickly and she returned to her room by two o`clock. Still
tired from lack of sleep after working late last night, she took off her blouse and skirt,
not wanting to get them wrinkled, and stretched out on the bed clad in only her bra and
panties. She closed her eyes, thinking about Professor Johnson`s parting comment. Was he
expecting something in return for a chance at the job? The way he looked at her, always
trying to see under her skirt, often so blatantly that she would actually blush. Thinking
about both the excellent opportunity and what she might have to do to get it, she faded
off to sleep. The alarm clock rang—–four o`clock—–giving her time for a quick shower
before meeting the Professor.
She entered the bathroom, unhooking her bra, and caught a glimpse of her breasts in the
full-length mirror on the wall. They looked great, no sag, dark brown areolas and large
pink nipples which lately always seemed to be hard. She ran her fingers over them,
slapping with her fingertips, feeling the pebbles harden more. She let her hands slide
down her flat stomach, slips into her panties and pushed them to the floor. She turned
away from the mirror then looked over her shoulder at herself, bent over, breasts hanging
down, ass pushed out. She let her legs spread a little, her pussy peeking out from behind,
already wet from playing with her nipples. Take a shower, a cold one, Jessica.
Shower finished, Jessica dressed, slipping into a sweater and skirt. She avoided the
thong panties, not sure where the evening was going, but not wanting to appear too eager.
She looked in the mirror again, pleased at her reflection. I`ll just tease the old bastard
enough so he`ll give me the job. I can handle him.
At a few minutes to five, she entered the empty building, her footsteps sounding in the
hollow halls. She covered the two long corridors to his office without seeing a single
person. At the door, she stood contemplating her next decision. Should she enter and hope
that she could contain the situation, whatever it might be, or blow the whole thing off
and leave? God, I need that job so bad. I just have to get it.
"Knock-knock," she said, pushing in on the door, not waiting for an answer.
The Professor was sitting behind his desk. The desktop was empty, as if in anticipation
of her arrival.
"Good evening, Professor."
"Good evening, Jessica. Have a seat," the Professor encouraged her, pointing to
the chair at the side of his desk.
She noticed, without much surprise, that the chair was placed so he could see her legs,
not in front of the desk as it usually was. She smiled as she sat down, crossing her legs
slowly, letting her skirt ride up, showing him an ample supply of thigh.
His cock rose in his trousers. She looked so sexy with those long, nearly naked legs. And
that smile, that sexy smile. She was teasing him. She knew something was up and was trying
to take control of the situation. "I just spoke to Michael Jergen, my friend. I see
from your expression, that you recognize the name so you also know that he is, as I
mentioned before, extremely wealthy, handsome and frequently in the public eye.
Unfortunately, his wife will not be able to join them for the summer, so he is looking for
an au pair for his son."
"And, as I told you, the position is in Haiti. Mr. Jergen`s private jet will take
him and his son, but the person selected for this position would travel there by herself,
first class, of course. I`m not sure how much you know about Haiti but it is quite
different from the United States. The country has a strong background in voodoo and is
quite backward in comparison to the U.S. Their legal system is very corrupt so if you are
selected, you must always be careful you don`t get into any difficult legal tangles. Even
Mr. Jergen`s wealth would not help you should that happen. The society is male-dominant
and most women are treated no better than cattle. You would have to be very careful that
you do not offend the locals, Jessica. Mr. Jergen has someone who runs his house as he has
a very large staff. Rumor has it that his houseman is a local voodoo priest." He
watched her eyes widen as he explained the situation. She was obviously eager for the
job.
"As I said, the salary is $1,000 a week, but all of the expenses are paid, so you
would only have to pay for your personal items. He lives a very lavish lifestyle, so I
don`t think you would be lacking for anything. You would be required to take care of his
four-year-old son. It will not be a difficult job and there are other girls in the
household who would help you, but you would be ultimately responsible for Mr. Jergen`s
son`s well-being. This is not a nine-to-five job. You would be responsible 24/7 for his
son, but I know that Mr. Jergen is a very good boss and I think you would find that you
will have ample time to see the sights of Haiti." He watched her expression. Oh yes,
she wants the job. She wants the job bad. Now to see just how badly she really wants it.
"Is it something you would like and could do, Jessica?"
She couldn`t believe this! She could never even have imagined such an ideal job. And
being in such an exotic location made it more exciting. If she saved most of the money she
would not even have to work part-time next year. She had to have this job.
"Yes, Professor Johnson, I would love it. And I am more than qualified for it. I
would not let you or Mr. Jergen down; I know I would do an excellent job and I would be
happy to meet with Mr. Jergen any time that is convenient for him."
"That will not be necessary, Jessica. I told him about you and your qualifications.
He was more than satisfied and he has given me the final authority to decide whether or
not to hire you."
Here it comes… Now I have to show my appreciation. "What would help convince you
that I am the right person for the job, Professor?" She stared at him, waiting,
dreading what the response would be.
"You are one of my top students and I have always admired your intelligence. I know
you have seen me watching you. You are a very beautiful girl, Jessica, with a very lovely
body. I would like to see more of it." He smiled at her. His cock jutted out the
front of his trousers, and his hand reaching down to rub the head through the material. It
was hidden from her sight and he knew she could tell what he was doing but at this point
he didn`t care.
So it was out in the open. He wanted her body in exchange for the job. She was still not
sure what she would be required to do, but decision time had arrived. She stared directly
at his face and slowly uncrossed her legs. She let them part, spreading them wider and
wider until her knees were almost a foot apart. She saw his eyes move down, staring
between her legs, into the dark recess only partly hidden by her skirt. She saw his silly
smirk, thinking that he had won. She would submit to him. "Anything you want,
Professor."
It was just as they had planned it. They had picked well. She would be thinking that this
would be the end of it, but in reality it would be just the beginning of the long road of
degradation planned for her
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