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Gisele's Story

Chapter 3

Devin went over the daily work schedule for me. I'd join her in meetings, I'd set up meetings, I'd do some market research for her, along with other entry-level type tasks.

After the brief orientation, Devin led me to Rob's office. As we approached, I saw the two blonde models, Alexis and Jenna, hugging a huge black man. He was fairly tall, but incredibly broad too. Each model kissed a cheek; his hands went to their asses, squeezing firmly, the fabric of their dresses bunching up in his grip.

The two models left as we approached, giving Devin a wink. "Ah Miss Devin, how are you?" he said.

"Good. Getting to know some of the talent?" she asked.

"I will be, later tonight. I got their hotel room address so I'll be paying them a visit tonight, before their flight tomorrow," he said, glancing, smiling at me. "Who is this young lady?"

"This is my intern for the summer. Gisele," Devin introduced me.

"Miss Gisele, nice to meet you," He extended his huge dark brown hand. "You can call me Fat Rob."

I cleared my throat and nodded. "Nice to meet you."

"Devin, take this young lady shopping later today. Buy her some clothes more fitting for our workplace," Fat Rob handed Devin his credit card.

"Will do," Devin smiled, taking his card. "Gisele, you'll be working for Fat Rob in July. He heads up our talent relations department. He finds and hires models, photographers and so on."

"I take very good care of our talent," Fat Rob said. "Isn't that right Miss Devin?"

I watched Devin slowly eye Fat Rob up and down, a grin on her face. "That's right."

"I can't wait to work with you Miss Gisele. I have some very interesting side projects I need help with," Fat Rob told me, eyeing me up and down similar to how Devin did him. I couldn't help but blush.

"I'll come by and see you before I head home," Devin told Fat Rob. I nodded politely and we left. I knew what Devin meant, this was crazy, nothing like I thought it would be.

Later that day, after lunch, Devin took me shopping. All dresses, all were short, sexy, and tight. White, purple, blue, black, red, pink, were the various colors. She even bought me matching shoes. Turning around in a skin tight, silvery-gray dress in the store, Devin nodded her head at me.

"I think you'll fit in just fine at Elite Magazine," she told me.

"Are you sure? These dresses aren't exactly professional. I want to make a good impression," I told her.

"Oh don't worry about that dear," Devin said, taking a step closer to me, glancing to my cleavage, her fingers combing through my hair. "I have a feeling, with this internship, you'll make a VERY good impression."

Not questioning what she meant, deep down knowing, we headed back to the office. I did some filing for Devin, along with sitting in on a meeting.

Before I left for the day, I stopped by the restroom. Pausing at the door, I heard something very interesting. I slowly opened the door, seeing Jennifer's red hair up above a closed stall. I could make out Fat Rob's face, grunting, grinning. He was bouncing Jennifer up and down. I closed the bathroom door, walking back to my cube, knowing that she was straddling him in the stall.

"Wow," I whispered. "This is what this place is like."

With each passing day, I would learn more and more about the culture at Elite Magazine.


Later that night, I called Ian, telling him of my first day. I left out all the sexual details, only going over the mundane things.

I went to bed with thoughts of my first day on my mind. I thought about seeing Jennifer's head above the bathroom stall, with Fat Rob standing up, bouncing her on his cock. I imagined her riding a black guy that night, some guy named TJ. I thought about Fat Rob meeting those two big butt models at their hotel room and having a three way with them just like the other male model, Rodney, did earlier in the day. I recalled Devin arriving at my cube, her hair a mess after hanging out with Rodney and the two models.

The women at this place, Elite Magazine, all seemed to prefer black men. I lay awake, staring at the ceiling, wondering if I'd join in on, what seemed to be, loads of fun. Maybe they didn't allow interns to experience the magazine's "culture." Perhaps one had to be an employee first.

I slid my hand into my pajama shorts, I moaned, slowly rubbing my clit, closing my eyes. I normally thought of Ian when I masturbated. But this time I imagined myself having sex with a black guy in the bathroom at Elite Magazine.

I had a feeling this internship would be one I would never forget.
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