Construction Intern... whatever... (locked to st_fornicate)

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Rebecca had known going in that the intern position was going to suck. The only reason she'd taken it was because her adviser told her that with her particular... assets... it was an easy way to earn some much needed credit hours. She'd hoped to spend her summer break down in Mexico with her friends, but when it came down to either taking the internship or losing her art scholarship the decision was a no-brainer. Determined to make the position as simple as possible, she made a point of doing what she did best: make herself look good.

Fuckable yet innocent was her goal. She figured the new boss would like that best, most of them did... like the girl next door who would actually suck you off if you had the balls to ask her to. Pleated knee-length skirt, blouse that was a size too tight with an elaborate lace bra that could clearly be seen through the sheer white top, plain white cotton panties tucked into nude nylons and a pair of chunky heels that brought her up an extra couple inches but likely still shorter than the construction workers. She put her curly red hair up, at first into pigtails - but that was probably too innocent... she was going for barely legal not picked up in the school yard - and then into a high pony tail that barely touched the nape of her neck. A little bit of light makeup, barely noticeable, with soft pink lips. Perfect, in her mind at least, exactly the sort of girl that wouldn't last long on a construction site without getting the right kind of attention.

She arrived half an hour late and languidly walked across the jobsite to the trailer that housed the offices where she'd be working. After checking out the scenery and adjusting her skirt and ensuring the top button of her blouse was missing, she opened the trailer door and let herself in.

"Erm... hi!" She stammered with a slight air of faux innocence, "Sorry I'm running a little late, this place was really hard to find!" She looked down at the man and flashed a smile, holding out a petite hand; "I'm Becky, Becky Jameson... summer intern."

 

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The young man working at the table near the door was kind of nerdy-looking, and was looking over some large draft plans of the casino they were building. He looked over at her as she introduced herself and stood up. "Hi Becky," he said. "You've already been fired, though. Eddie doesn't do 'late', if you know what I mean," he said with a smirk, looking the foxy young woman up and down.

Suddenly, before she had a chance to respond, the door flew open behind her, and in strode a tall, thick man of about forty. He had short cropped dark hair, grey on the sides above his ears. He was well-built, muscular but not in a body-builder way. His hands were rough, his eyes were sharp. He ignored the young woman and headed to the rear of the trailer.

There were eight other people working in the large trailer, and it was quite obvious he was the man in charge. He barked orders as he went around the office. He had a metal clipboard that he was inserting a variety of different papers into, and he finally came back around to Becky. Ignoring her yet again, he turned to the bespectacled man at the desk. "Got those schematics for the cooling towers?"

"Right here boss," he said, handing over a number of sheets. "The material has been ordered but I don't know if its arrived yet."

"Well what good are you, anyway?" Eddie snapped. Finally he turned to Becky. "And who the hell are you?"

 

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Becky glared at the twerp even as the boss was giving orders. Lucky for her, she had a way of dodging the rules and couldn't be bothered with a nobody behind a desk. Turning her attention to the older man, she studied him carefully. Alpha male, most definitely the man in charge. She tried to get a good look at his rough hands to see evidence of a wedding ring - but his sudden shout her way instantly drew her attention back up to his less-than-welcoming expression. Putting on an innocent smile, she replied; "Rebecca - Becky - Jameson, sir... I'll be your summer intern this year."

She licked her lips and made an obvious show of looking him over, eyes settling on the bulge in his jeans. "You must be in charge here," she extended her small hand to shake; "I look forward to working under you."