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Showing up at the unemployment agency, I took one of the number took a seat and waited. Sitting there watching as each person stood when their number was called and made their way to some interviewer’s desk. As the minutes turned to hours, I began getting despondent. Then my number was finally called and I made my way over to a tired looking lady with the long black hair. Smiling brightly at her, she looked up and after seeing me, her only response was, “Have you filled out your forms?” Taking them from me she looked up and added quickly, “You are a secretary, boy?” while her hands flipped through some cards on her desk. Then pulling one out she said, “I have a request here for a private secretary for the president of Campton Industries. You know anything about plastics, boy?” Feeling suddenly excited, I replied, “No, but I can surly learn.” She looked me over very deliberately and then was saying, “I’ve sent two girls there already, so you’d better be damn good to get this job!” Leaving the desk with the slip in my hands I was elated. I was finally on my way! The Campton address was on the south side of the loop in a strange mix of factory buildings and warehouses that were being turned into condominiums. At first it seemed small, but then I realized that both buildings on either side of the office building were extensions of the administrative section of the building. After showing the guard my slip, he directed me up to the glass doors and I was on my way. The receptionist then took my slip and indicated for me to take a seat that someone would come for me. Minutes later this small slim older lady appeared and looked around, then walked right past me to the reception desk. After talking to the receptionist she then turned and came to me. Blushing somewhat she stammered, when they called over we though Robby was short for Roberta, we though you were a woman. Then without another word she introduced herself, “I’m Emma Carlson, it will be my job your interviewing for---follow me please” and she started off toward a long row of closed doors. Upon our entering the one that was at the end of the hallway, she indicated that I should take a seat. After looking over at a desk with a computer station, a dictation pad lying next to it and a Dictaphone to the side of that, she gave me a doubtful look, saying first I had to qualify to her satisfaction and then and only then, would I be ready for my interview. Saying we would start with dictation I picked up the pad. She spoke quietly as she read from a letter about plastics, polymers and shipping dates. Suddenly looking up she said, “Now put that in a letter to a Campton Industries, to the attention of Willard Morrison at this address.” I had to laugh, it was so simple and after a few quick strokes I had the letter on screen asking if she wanted a printout. Looking over my shoulder and saying, “no, that was fine” she reached over and flicked on a spreadsheet saying there was a mistake and asked if I could find it. At first I thought she was joking, it was a simple Microsoft Excel page and the error was so damn obvious I almost wanted to laugh. Correcting the addition error I asked if she wanted me to print that out. Not bothering to answer, she told me to follow her. Going into what must have been her office I could see chairs where I could see two women seated. Remembering what that lady at the employment place had said I realized that this was my competition. Then Ms. Carlson called out, “Suzy Shoemaker, please go in.” As Suzy stood, she smoothed out her dark tweed suit and in an authoritarian attitude advanced toward the door. What surprised us all was how quickly she came back out. Grumbling she could never work for such an uncouth man. Next it was Sally Compton, and when she stood there was no doubt about what she had to offer. Her black silk dress left nothing to the imagination. As he wiggled her way to the door, Ms. Carlson gave her a disdainful look but said nothing. After a rather long while she came out of the office patting down her mussed hair and giggling. Stopping by Ms. Carlson’s desk and giving her a wink, she said to call her when she got the job. Looking up Ms. Carlson gave me the nod saying Mr. Morrison would see me now. Standing and smiling at her I headed to the office. Smoothing my suit I was sure that that bimbo had the job after seeing her coming out with a big smile on her face and a piece of her slip caught in her zipper. As soon as I was inside, I was greeted with, “What the Fuck? ” Looking over in the direction of the voice sitting there was this big red headed hunk in shirtsleeves. Giving me the once over his first question was, “This job is for a secretary kid, you must want the factory employment office.” Blushing at first and then just getting mad and advancing toward the desk, the first words out of my mouth were, “I’m a secretary damn it, and I’m just as good as any broad!” Jumping upa nd hastily saying, “Settle down boy, I was just surprised--that’s all!” He began looking me over then asking, “Why a secretary boy?” I was just about to answer when the light started blinking on his phone. Holding up his finger to shush me like I was an animal, he picked up the receiver. After a few, “Oh’s” , “Yes’s”, and “Really’s” he hung up. Leaning back and grinning he said, “Okay, go ahead and convince me I need you.” Looking at him leaning back and sitting there watching me in out of his half closed eyes, I kept remembering how Sally had giggled when she came out. I was willing to bet that fucker had whacked her good. Then starting at the beginning I began to tell him how I knew I would never be able to make it to college and this old Mr. Stevens, a counselor had suggested I become a secretary and that way I could learn the business from the ground up. I had more of a chance in making it into the executive ranks that way than working my way up from some factory job. Smiling and nodding he seemed to be agreeing with me. Then saying, “Ms. Carlson says you’re the pick of the litter that she thinks I should hire you.” Then after pausing again, as he stood he remarked, “Still that little filly, Sally, sure had a real nice twat!” After looking at him towering over me, and then my blushing and in anger I roared out, “You looking for a secretary or someone to fuck Mr. Morrison? I’m not about to be your grunt!” Stunned that I had come right out and said that, he looked at me saying, “Where the hell did you hear about grunts boy?” Moving towards the door he moved quickly between me and the door. Towering over me asked again, “Where the hell did you hear about grunts boy? Tell me or I’ll beat it out of you!” Blushing, now suddenly afraid of him and going all weak kneed. I stammered, “From my stepfather, sir. He was a Marine.” Then almost crying I said I was his grunt. Then it all came out, about how I lost my virginity, and how my stepfather had taken me under his wing and given me what I needed and how he had died and how much I missed him. Then straightening up and saying I would go, he just laughed at me, saying he hadn’t had a good blowjob since he was in the Marines. Then guiding me over to the leather sofa he began undressing me saying he was going to see just how good a grunt I was. Knowing I should say no, he was so big, so strong--I wanted him so bad. Flicking a switch this voice came over the intercom asking, “Yes” and he said, “No calls for the rest of the afternoon Ms. Carlson.” She responded, “The young man has the Job?” He just chuckled saying, “He sure has!” Standing there naked now in front of him, has hands began moving over my body like he was inspecting a side of beef. Asking, “You lift weighs boy?” While letting him have his way with me, I managed to tell him I worked on my father’s trash truck. Chuckling he was now saying, “Good I hate fag boys and you’re just the kind of boy that makes a good grunt.” His hands began moving down my body and I could feel a shiver of excitement, and he began laughing saying, “You want it bad don’t you boy?” Then leaning against his desk saying, “Go for it boy!” Looking into those laughing green eyes as I began undoing his shirt. I had to let out a little gasp as I my fingers brushed against that thick pelt of red fur on his chest. Pulling his shirt from his arms, my lips seemed drawn to his nipples, sucking and gnawing on one and then the other. I reached down and began undoing his belt. Pushing me down he said, “The shoes boy, the shoes then the pants.” Kneeling down to untie his shoes he said in a raspy voice, “Clean those babies boy.” I knew from what Chips had told me about what some of the men made their grunts do these kinds of things and that was what he expected of me. Licking out at his shoes with my tongue, as I began cleaning them he muttered. “No woman had ever turned him on like Michael his little black grunt had. Taking my cue from that, I began sucking on his toes and then licking and sucking my way up his hairy legs. By the time I’d finally had gotten his drooling cock into my mouth, he was behaving like an animal and backing me into the desk, he began pounding my mouth with his cock, driving his balls against my chin. Now completely under his control, he began pounding throat like a jackhammer until finally I could feel his whole body tensing and then he was pressing my face into his crotch. Feeling his cock expanding even bigger then, he began filling me with his cum. Withdrawing his cock from my mouth he was now asking, “Boy is your ass as good as your mouth?” Seconds later he had me over his desk with his cock deep in my ass. He let out a low moan of satisfaction saying; “Nice ass boy--loose and juicy!” and then he began hammering away, pausing only to blow his load and then he would resume hammering me. It was almost dark in the office when he finally crawled off of my back saying he’d hadn’t had a fuck like that for years. Switching on the desk lamp and moving toward a door that turned out to be a bathroom he told me we would clean up and go get something to eat. It wasn’t a command or anything like that I just knew from now on I was going to be expected to do everything he told me to, I was now his grunt. Then at supper he said we would pick up my things and he would take me home with him--and so began our relationship. From that day forward he gave me everything I needed, my clothes, my food and even jewelry. In time he gave me his love and finally his body. We had mated for life. Years later I had to laugh, I had wanted to be a secretary and I ended up as the vice president to the man I loved. 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