Punishing the Virgin Intern

Excerpt

“Great! Thank you so much, I’ll see you on Monday!” I practically shout over the phone barely able to control myself. But when I hang up the phone I shout with joy and dance around the room.

“You got the internship?” asks my friend Sophie.

“I did!” I shout again pumping my fists in the air and squealing with pride. I’m studying to be a paralegal at Community College and applied for an internship at a prestigious law firm downtown. I have excellent grades and recommendations, but I still wasn’t sure if I would get it. I was so nervous at the interview I’m not sure how I came across. It was three lawyers that I’ll be working for and they are all over six feet tall, built like football players and hot. I mean really hot.

They’re so hot that I’m sure I sounded like an idiot during the interview. They made me so nervous. I have zero confidence when it comes to men and especially men who look like that. I’m just a nerdy bookworm kind of college student and I saw how all the other women in the office dressed. They’re all tall and thin and wearing their designer clothes with pencil skirts and low-cut blouses with three-inch heels.

I wore a conservative black suit, white blouse and flats to the interview. I felt so dowdy compared to the rest of the women, but I felt like it was my best chance at getting the internship. Afterwards I wasn’t so sure. Maybe I should have dressed sexier. Maybe I should have worn a more colorful dress. But I guess none of that matters now because I got the internship.

And now I’m thinking I should still dress conservatively because maybe that’s what actually got me the job in the first place. It’s one of the few paying internships available and they say if you’re awarded the internship, you’re almost guaranteed to get hired full time at the law firm when you graduate. Either way, I need the money badly and I can’t afford to screw this up. I knew I couldn’t take an un-paid internship, so this was my only option.

I’m so excited for this new job that I barely sleep Sunday night. I’m at the office bright and early on Monday morning and Yolanda is giving me a tour of the office and explaining their policies. I’m wearing a plain black dress that has a high collar and goes to my knees. I don’t like to stand out and this is a good way for me to blend in the shadows.

Yolanda, on the other hand, must be nearly six feet tall in her four-inch heels and her slim pencil skirt shows off her shapely ass and legs and from the way she walks she obviously knows it. From the way everyone dresses around here I wonder if I screwed up and accidentally ended up on the set of a tv courtroom drama instead. When Yolanda first saw me, she looked me up and down and sneered at me. I don’t care, I’m not here to participate in a fashion show, I’m here to be the best paralegal I can be.