'Pay?' Mindy didn't care but was curious.
'Same as Michelle since you will be doing her job. Thirty thousand a year as long as there are no complaints.'
'Could I take a few of the patrons myself?' Mindy thought of the professor and Rocky, and began to feel the familiar pangs of lust growing inside her.
'As you please. It is your job to keep the patrons happy. Period. You are paid well for it, and in return we expect no mistakes or indiscretions. You'll be responsible for twenty-five inmates. Or rather, twenty-four until we can repair one cell wall and replace the inmate.'
Mindy smiled radiantly. 'I accept.'
Dr. Hunt shook his head. 'I said I would consider you for the post. I want to interview you further.' He reached down to his desk and punched another button. A hidden panel silently slipped aside in the wall.
'Through there, please.'
Mindy stood, her knees shaking slightly, but she forced herself to confidently walk into the dark space that had been revealed. Dr. Hunt followed close behind her.
He reached over and touched a light switch. Revealed in the soft, romantic light was the most sumptuous bedroom suite Mindy had ever seen. The ceiling was mirrored, as were two walls. The bed was covered with an ermine bedspread that she couldn't resist feeling.
'Oooohhh, this is soooo sooooft!' she exclaimed. In the minor she saw Dr. Hunt slipping out of his jacket.
He simply said, 'Put this on. And call me Mike,' as he tossed her a fur stole. Mindy never hesitated. She slid out of her clothing in record time and put the mink stole around her neck. The sensuous feel of the fur was indescribable. She purred like a contented feline as she rubbed the material against her naked skin.
Mike caught her up and carried her down to the broad expanse of fur. His mouth searched for hers, found it, and they slowly melted together in a long, passionate kiss. The soft, furry surface under Mindy activated the girl's most buried reserves of sexual energy. Mindy kissed her boss as she had never before kissed anyone.
Their tongues slowly twined and dueled, fluttering in and out of each other's mouths in mock fucking motions. Mike's hands roved over the body he had been eyeing, and found it delectable, a collector's edition. Fingers tweaked irresistibly probing nipples, nipples red and fiery with blood pumping lustfully into them. The fur pressed tightly between theft bodies added a new dimension to the lovemaking for Mindy.
The slightest move was heaven. Not slippery, sweaty bare skin on skin but down-soft fur gently and lovingly caressing her body, triggering pleasure centers throughout her being.
And Mike's expert handling was turning her on top. She had vowed she would never again feel like fucking. He was rapidly putting this silly pledge to the lie. She wanted nothing more than his huge, pulsating cock to be buried far up inside her cunt! The pair rolled over and over on the furred mattress, fondling and caressing until Mindy's breath came in hard, rapid bursts.
'Please, Mike. Pleasssse fuuuck meee!' she moaned, through tightly clenched lips.
Mike's balls had tightened and compressed until he felt the churning and boiling inside his scrotum. He was good at his work; he enjoyed fucking, but this incredibly sexy, hot chick had turned him on like so few had in the past. His quivering rod was firmly held in her long, hot, perspiring fingers. Mindy inexorably dragged his tool towards her beckoning cunt which was flowing and gushing with wanton disregard for the expensive material underneath her.
Mike allowed her to guide his dick to her gash but once the sensitive cockhead touched her cuntlips, he took over. With a precision born of long practice, his rod entered her cunt in a powerful, swift stroke that wrenched a shriek of total carnal abandon from the girl's lips.
The man felt her cunt contract on his dong, squeezing it as if he had thrust it into a blazing-hot oven, a vise tightening on his shaft with undeniable lust. Mike slid his chest over the fur piece between them and gloried in the softness of the fur, the tingling feeling it generated in his body.
Then he lost himself in the feel of the searing cunt around his cock. The pace of his fucking was gradual at first; then he slowly built up the tempo until Mindy was constantly screaming, 'Fuuck meee! Fuuuck meeee!'
Orgasm seized the girl in a velvet grip of physical and emotional release, and her cunt walls contracted on the man's long rod. Mike gasped, then began an almost mindless stroking in and out of Mindy's convulsing twat.
In a few brief seconds, his jizz exploded in her cunt and, together, their universe became fur and undiluted delights of the flesh such as few ever are privileged to experience.
Afterwards, lying beside her boss, Mindy asked, 'Mike? Do I get the job? Was the interview satisfactory?'
CHAPTER TEN
The lithe girl sauntered down the hallway checking out the inmates. She peered into one cell and saw the occupant busily brushing her long, fiery-red hair. In another cell, the inmate was sound asleep, snoring slightly. She had just returned from a long session with a man who wanted to go around the world – and did.
The guardian straightened, smoothing her form-fitting fur jacket. The mink was of the finest quality, yet the jacket was tailored in a style vastly different from most. There were no sleeves; alabaster-white arms gleamed in the light of the hallway. The jacket laced up the front, leaving hand-wide sections of skin exposed under the wide, leather-thong lacing.
Snowy melons of unfettered tits bulged out into the valley between the bands of fur in a most enticing and erotic display. With each slight movement, the girl's jugs swayed gently and rubbed against the fur lining in the jacket – the garment had fur inside and out.
Her short skirt barely covered a pert, well fanned ass and exposed long, shapely legs. Her every movement was studied, graceful, a delight to behold. Indeed, the entire costume was designed to attract attention, and it did in a most spectacular fashion.
The only incongruity of the costume was a short whip dangling from a leather wrist strap.
Mindy swept back her golden cascade of hair and continued her [missing text]. It had not been pretty, but it was a triumph of justice if not mercy. She was further heartened by the thought that she had found her niche at The Institute. In Michelle's place.
And Mindy knew that the position of personal secretary to Dr. Hunt would soon be open. Her horizons were now limitless.
Yesterday, inmate.
Today, guardian.
Tomorrow, assistant to the director.
And, one day, possibly even director of The Institute.
