Paying for School (Clsed for CarnivalBarker)

Fall was returning, and so were the college girls. It was Sanford James favorite time if year. He picked up his office phone and called the local University's campus newspaper. When the editor answered all he had to say was "Run it." and he hung up the phone.

The next day a small ad appeared in the College Daily Bugle:

Wanted College Freshman​

Excellent part time Job opportunity with full time salary for one college freshman. Must meet certain requirements of deportment, fashion, intellect, manners, and availability Drug and smoke free a must. Contact Mr. James for details (407) 867-5309.

Mr. James sat back and waited for the hundreds of calls that he knew from experience would come in. He licked his lips in anticipation at the screening process. His wealth allowed him the freedom to do this every year, and as much as he hated saying goodbye to one girl he loved starting fresh with another.

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Kristen Sizemore sat outside of McDonald's in the student union commons area as she waited for the Panhellenic Rush meeting to begin. She stared at the breakfast burrito and coffee she had gotten a few moments before, more nervous than hungry. As the girls of the campus began to filter in, she picked up a copy of the campus paper and flipped through it to simply see what sort of things the campus community might be talking about later today. She sighed seeing nothing of great interest, and wondered what the next week would be like.

Two days earlier, her mom and dad had assisted her move into the dorm across the main oval area. She didn't yet know her roommate very well, and while she was excited when her parents left, she lingered a bit longer than normal when she gave her daddy a hug as he left her on her own for the first time. She spent Saturday afternoon exploring campus and trying to say hello to fellow first time students, and she had a couple of cute guys try to chat her up when she stopped in at the student store to buy some Diet Coke and pick up a university tee shirt to wear later that week. But now, on the first full day of class, she was feeling lonely and a bit homesick. She wondered how she was going to make it on the pittance that her parents had put on her student expense card, and she wondered how she would make money this semester. She turned in applications for two of the campus bars and restaurants near the football stadium, but there was no way to know yet whether any proprietors would call her back, or that she would make very much money. On top of that, she wanted to join a sorority, and would go through rush, but affording the opportunity to join a house was another thing.

"Ladies, welcome," a tall blonde girl said as she stood at a podium set up to address the girls ready to go through rush. The girl explained how they would visit six houses that night, then five the next, then three, two, and finally selecting one on Friday, hoping the house they chose would choose them back. As Kristen looked around, she felt anxious. All of the girls were so pretty, most prettier than her, she thought. They looked so put together, some of them in nice dresses and heels at 9am on a Monday. She sat in her form fitting tee shirt and khaki shorts, her firm, tan legs tapering down to a pair of purple keds that matched her little tee shirt. It would be 87 degrees later, and she hoped to spend some time outside and on campus, so she had dressed the part. She wondered if she made a grievous error that would reflect poorly on her with the heads of the houses there sizing her and the other girls up. As the meeting wound down, she felt alone, none of the girls sitting near her speaking to her or recognizing her. She sighed again and went to throw away the trash from breakfast. She grabbed the newspaper and noticed a particularly odd ad, suggesting a full time earning possibility for part time work. Tucked away in the lower corner of the back page, it seemed interesting to her, even if she could not tell what job the ad was for. She thought little of it at first, and threw the paper away. As she walked to class, her phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Ms. Sizemore? This is Craig Steeves from Bruno's. I wanted to call you and let you know that we would not be able to hire you this semester. We will need someone over twenty one because we need servers, but wanted to let you know that if something opens up, we will keep your application."

"Thank you," she said, before hanging up the phone. She made it to class and sat through it, struggling to understand the large words amidst the thick accent of the professor. Shortly afterward, she received another rejection call from the other restaurant she had applied to. As she sat through her second class of the morning, she thought about the ad she had seen earlier. She wondered if she could be the girl hired for the job, whatever it was. She felt like she could be, and came to think it would not hurt to inquire. When class let out, she made her way to one of the many stands featuring the free student papers and found another copy.

Fashion, intellect, manners? She wondered just how fashionable she needed to be. Her clothes weren't ideal, but she generally looked really cute and could dial it up in a little black dress, even if she only owned one. She wasn't brilliant, but she had been an A student in high school. She pulled out her phone and dialed the number for the ad.

When someone answered, she simply stated her intentions. "Hello, my name is Kristen, and I would like to inquire about the position advertised in the Bugle today."

"Hello young lady." Came a strong confident male voice. "I am Mr. James. You will work directly under me as a personal assistant doing ANYTHING I ask. You must be able to cook, clean, drive, be completely trustworthy, and above all else be Abe to keep many secrets, both personal and business. If this sounds like something you are willing to do, tell me your last name."

There was a moments hesitation and she told him "Sizemore" He googled her name, and found her Facebook account.

One look at her pics, especially the one of her in that string bikini made him grow hard. It had been a long time since he had one so adorable...so perfect. He knew that this would be the one.

"Miss Sizemore, I just have a few questions for you. Are you over 18? Do you have a car? Do you have clothing appropriate for an office?
And finally, can you tell me the difference between a salad and shrimp fork?"

"I turned 18 in July," Kristen said. "I have a car and I do have office clothes." She wrinkled her brow a bit at the last question. "I think a salad fork would be used for salad and a shrimp fork would be the small one at the top of a place setting that is used for shrimp," she paused, making sure to not sound arrogant. "But that's only a guess." She wondered a bit about the question. "And I can tell you my daddy made sure I have manners, if that is a concern. I wouldn't embarrass you." She thought about a single question of her own.

"Can you tell me what sort of company I would be working for?" she asked. "I'm willing to take instructions and orders, of course. I'm just curious about the expectations you would have, other than what you already said, I mean."

Mr. James tried not to laugh at her answer. "Actually I wanted you to describe the differences between them, but your answer will suffice. As for the company you would be working for, there isn't one. Let me explain. I own several businesses, and I have managers and executives running those for me. I am looking for a junior personal assistant. Your duties will be to keep my social schedule, answer correspondence, run errands, prepare an occasional meal, accompany me to social events when my wife is unavailable, and some other duties that we can discuss in person."

Mr James pulled out his erect cock and signaled his 3rd year personal assistant to take care of it. She knelt before him and took his erect cock in her mouth. Mr. James imagined untying that bikini exposing her small perky breasts and sucking her eraser sized nipple into his mouth...

He shook his head to clear the erotic image. "I would like to interview you, today if possible. Dress professionally. The address is 8569 Orange Ave. Do you know where that is?"

Mr. James began rocking his hips into the co-eds face. He put his hand on her head and rammed his cock deep into her throat.

"Is that the large house near the river, south of campus?" she asked. She had seen the giant manse driving between school and her parents house any number of times. She noticed it had been built when she was in Junior High and recalled it beginning one year when she had gone with her dad to a football game. She had wondered who built it, and realizing how large it was, she wondered what sort of money Mr. James had. "I can come by after my last class, around 3," she said. She finished the call and headed across campus back to her dorm, eager to find something she could wear for an interview. She settled on a cute black skirt and a white shirt beneath a black jacket, before pulling up her hair, leaving only a couple of wisps hanging down from each temple such that they just barely fell across her eyes. She checked the mirror and felt both cute and sexy, yet eager to be her professional best. After getting completely prepared, she grabbed a portfolio and then tugged her backpack over her shoulder and raced out the door to her afternoon courses. She wondered about what questions might be asked at the interview as she struggled to pay attention in Freshman Spanish, and again in Introduction to Earth Science. When the classes ended, she got in her car and drove to the large house where Mr. James would be. She arrived at the guard shack and they passed her through easily. A few moments later, she straightened her skirt and stood in the doorway. She rang the doorbell, eager to meet the man she spoke with earlier and eager to see if the job might be hers.

A sterotypcal English butler opened the door. "Miss Sizemore I presume. Punctual, that is good. I am Jenkins, the family butler. Welcome to Dome of the Rock. Mr. James is in his study waiting for you."

Jenkins leads her through a dark hall with medeval antiques. The only light came from faux torches. "Mr. James had an ancestor who was a Grand Master of the Knights Templar. He s fascinated by their history and legends." Jenkins told the co-ed as they reached massive oaken double doors.

Jenkins knocked on the right door and opens it a crack. "Miss Sizemore sir."

Jenkins opens the door and says, "Good luck miss."

From what she can see the office is decorated like something from ren-fest. Swords and sheilds decorate the walls along with banners and other objects she couldn't identify. Mr. James was seated on what could only be described as a throne, and it wasn't white porcelain.

Mr. James...
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...is on the phone, and you hear "Tell me the difference between a shrimp fork and a salad fork." He listens for a few seconds than says, I am truly sorry Miss Hayden, but this job is not right for you. I do fish you luk in your job search. Have a nice day." He presses a button on his phone and says, "Hold my calls until further notice." And puts the received into the cradle.

Mr. James stands up and walks over to Kristen. "Hello Miss Sizemore, I am Mr. James. Let's go it on the ptio. It's a bit less stuffy and intimidating out there. Would you like a drink or snack?"

"Jenkins bring us a patter of something, and a pitcher of something cod and wet."

"Right away Sir."

Mr. James leads Kristen to the patio and signals her to sit. "Before we begins, let me tell you how this will go. First you will tell me about yourself. Then I will ask some questions based on what you say, and what my lawyers learned about you in the last few hours. If at that point I believe you are right or the job there will be more questions. Some of those questions are illegal to ask, but since you will be around my wife, children and possess information of both a personal and business nature that could harm me, my family, and my employees I believe I have a right to know these things."

He looks her square in the eye. "The last set of questions will not be used to determine if you will be hired, they are to get to know my new personal assistant."

Mr. James sits back. "So Miss Sizemore, tell me about yourself."

Kristen instantly became nervous when Jenkins opened the door and led her into a rather dark home that very much seemed as medieval as any other way it might be described. While beautiful and elaborate, it seemed a bit much in a sinister way. She worried for the first time that she might have made a mistake. She wondered what kind of man in 2014 sat on a throne. Odd didn't begin to describe the initial impression. However, the butler seemed cheerful enough, and Mr. James was handsome and dressed well. She wanted to at least hear him out. She could always turn down the job, the thought to herself. She was encouraged that he realized the location to be intimidating for a young girl and more encouraged as he offered to step outside.

The patio was elaborate, with a wide view of the town below and the river beyond, while the dorms and towers of the campus from where she came were just visible over the trees beyond. Her eyebrows raised a bit when he simply told her he would ask questions that were "illegal," and she wondered what he had in store. She took a deep breath as he asked his first inquiry.

"Well," she began, "I am a freshman at State. I just began on Monday. I graduated from Barton High School in May. I have a sister and a brother, and my parents both work in banking. Dad is an executive and mom is a branch manager with a competing company. I played lacrosse and basketball in high school, and I like to workout. I would like to join a sorority, but am going to need to work in order to pay for that, so I don't know if I will be able to afford it. Either way, I'd like to work during college so that I can have spending money and whatnot. I don't know yet what I want to major in, but I think I would like either Education or pre-med. I was dating a guy this summer, but he sort of stopped calling, so I don't know what is going on with that, so I suppose I am single. I have a dog at home that I love, and I have no real friends here at school yet, so I'm a little nervous about being here in college." She smiled throughout her brief presentation. She left out the tales about growing up at the country club where her parents had spoiled her, where the men at the club used to come on to her when she worked as a lifeguard or in the restaurant there. She left off the story of how her parents had cut her off in great part because she had been caught smoking pot on graduation night with her then-boyfriend, and how she was, for the first time, desperate for money to support her shopping and party habits.

"I guess you would say I'm a normal girl," she said, putting her hands in her lap, awaiting further questions or response from Mr. James.

Mr. James pulled out a sheet of paper from a folder. "Kristen Louise Sizemore. Age 18, born Nov. 14 1995. Graduated Barton high with a 3.82 GPA, 5'4" 116 pouns, size 2 womans, size 5 shoe. Sister Kelli Marie Sizemore age 16, Brother Preston Ward Sizemore VIII age 12. Father Preston Ward Sizemore VII, Senior VP of Sales for Cadista Inc. Mother Marcia Jan Sizemore née Bradley about to be promoted to Regional Manager for Fougera Inc."

He smiles at her kindly. Jenkins arrives with a pitcher of fresh lemonade, and a tray of hors d'ouvers. Jenkins places them on the table, with plates and glasses. "Will there be anything else sir?"

"No Jenkins. Thank you. Pease call the marina and have my Yacht ready for tomorrw morning."

"Very good sir." Jenkins does a half bow and goes back into the house.

"Where was I... oh yes" Mr. James Clears his throat and looking at the paper continues, " Captain of the lacrosse team, voted MVP two years in a row, Co Captain of the basketball team. Leading scorer your senior year. Never missed a game in either sport. Dated Ralph Watkins over the summer, but he moved away and started dating a Lucy Temple." I paused at that and looked at her with compassion.

"I'm sorry you had to find out like this. He's a real jerk for treating you that way. You deserve so much better than some loser like that." Mr. James hands pauses and waits in silence for a minute to allow you to comse yourself. Without a word he hands you a tissue. "Family is a member of Misty Springs Country Club, where you worked as a lifeguard, and waitress making $9,289.14 last year. Some of that money was spent on marijuana, which lead to a rift between you and your parents, and their refusal to pay for your college expenses. Oh and you have a dog..."

"When you have as much money as I do, nothing is a secret", Mr. James looked at her and waited for her reaction.

She crossed her arms, more to keep the chill bumps down than anything else. She listened to Mr. James read a litany of things he had discovered about her all true, except the amount of income she had earned at Misty Springs. It may have been true for all she knew, though she had no idea as she sat here how much she had been paid during that time. He handed her a tissue when he mentioned her ex dating Lucy Temple, though she simply crumpled it up and held it in her hand. She was over the guy and eager to meet new guys at school, though it did slightly bother her to hear something so personal that she did not even know.

"It's okay," she said. She sputtered mentally for a moment and then returned to the present. "You've done your research," she said. "May I ask why?" She looked over the lavish gardens and pool of his estate over his shoulder and wondered if she would have access to the beautiful area as part of the job. She wondered if she still wanted the job, a bit unsteady and creeped out by the vast amount of information this man had about her. It worried her that he had identified her brother and little sister, or whether he was a sinister person that would harm them for any reason. This already did not seem likely to be a typical job for which she was applying. She reached to pour a glass of lemonade, barely managing to get it poured, then leaving it sitting on the table, too nervous to risk her hand shaking it out of the glass if she tried to drink it. Her hands returned to her lap, and she began to fidget with the little heart shape ring she wore on her right hand. The ring had been given to her by her father, and she would often rub it and think about things he had told her in times of distress and anxiety.

"Never let a man mistreat you," he had said. "If an opportunity presents itself, take it," he had also told her as she came up through her youth. Her dad had instilled the lessons that made her who she was, that brought her the respect of her peers and teammates in high school, and that drove her to find a guy who introduced her to drugs when stress from her dad seemed overwhelming. She wondered if Mr. James was mistreatment or an opportunity before her. She wondered if he had any drugs to offer her once he mentioned it and made no judgment of her misjudgment. She wondered where this job would take her, should she take it. She waited to hear more, too anxious to speak further at the moment.

"You've done your research," she said. "May I ask why?"

Mr. James looked her in the eyes while he poured her lemonade. He truly loved this part. He was the spider, he was the fly. She was already trapped in his web, she just didn't know it...yet.

"As I said earlier, you will have access to information about my personal life, and business dealings that could affect my family and I as well as my employers, investors, suppliers and customers if the wrong people found out that information. I do this for every employee that enters this house. I hope you can understand that."

"Now from the info I have, and your statement", he hands here the pages he was looking at, "I have a few concerns. How often do you smoke pot? I have Gov't contracts and all employees are subject to random drug tests. Fail one and you get fired and I lose about two trillion a year in business. Are you panning on joining any teams at college? Between your studies, rushing a sorority, and practices/games how much time will you have to work? I assume you have done some babysitting for your siblings at least right? Are you good with children? I have twin 12 year old boys, and a 14 year old daughter. There may be times you will need to be their caretaker."

He looked at her, reading the anxiety in her eyes, but impressed at how well she hid it. She sat there composed and the way the light was hitting her she seemed to be glowing. Mr. James licked his lips envisioning her swimming naked in his pool as he watched from the balcony of his bedroom being serviced by one of his other assistants.

He patiently awaited her answers, taking a big sip of his lemonade. He hoed she wasn't scared of him from the info gathered so quickly.

Anyone interested in taking over?

She listened to his reasonable explanation as she fidgeted a bit, worried if her answers would disqualify her.

"I, uh....well I just smoked pot twice. With a guy," she said. "And once at a party before that." I looked down at her knees to regroup. "I babysat all the time growing up, and was usually making pretty good money babysitting for others." She used to get hired, she knew, because kids' dads would hit on her, so she had plenty of babysitting jobs and experiences fending off older men's odd requests and advances. "As for school, I'm only joining a sorority. I workout still, but no sports. I can give you 20-30 hours maybe." She looked at him for any response.

She wondered what type of job this would be, what type of boss he would be. She wondered if she had any chance, since she was only 18 and since the pot question tripped her up with what he needed. "I could really use a job, Mr. James. I could start Monday."

"How long since you smoked pot last?" He kept smiling at her.

She pushed her hair behind her ear, worried that he had nailed her and wondering how that happened. Anxiously, she told him. "Two weeks ago. At a party." She looked down at her hands once more. "It just kind of happened."

"And when will be the next time?"

"It....it won't." She said, slowly looking up hoping the wave had passed. She wondered what he was thinking.

"If you do fuck up and get high, tell me. I can help when I know...but lie to me and you're done. Fuck up a second time and your done. Understand?"

She nodded. "Okay," she said. "Is there anything else?" She asked, still sewhat unclear on what her role would be.

"Now before I tell you details about the job, I'm gonna tell you the situationyou're in. You're a freshman, just turned 18. No bar will hire you, nor will any restaurant that serves booze. That leaves fast food joints, supermarkets, mall kiosks, call centers, or big box stores. First they rehire returning seniors and juniors who worked for them last year. Then Sophomores who were lucky to get a job with them lat year and had good grades. Any jobs left at that point go to Athletes, and scholarship kids. By the time you get a job it'll be time for Christmas Break."

He pours himself another lemonade. He takes a big sip and continues. "So now you have to choose. Stay here for Christmas break making $7 an hour asking people if they want fries with that, or see your family and have no job when school starts again."

"Or you can come work for me doing as I ask, or sometimes demand. In return you get a brand new 2014 sedan, one of my guesthouses to live in, a gold amex card for business expenses, and for occasional special purchases like gowns for formal events, some travel in and outside the US. You also get tutors for any subject you are getting a 2.0 or lower in, access to my pool, and stables, and membership to my Country Club. In addition to all that your tuition and books are covered. You also get a weekly stipend of $500.00 for incidentals."

He smiles at the beauty sitting before him. "Also all the professors know me and my generosity to the school so missing classes isn't a big deal as long as you keep your grades up, and turn in all assignments on time. All this for around 20-30 hours a week. How does that sound my dear?"

She listened to him carefully and nodded at his points. Her situation was not dire. It was just normal for a new freshman. His offerings sounded impressive, elaborate even. She wondered why he would pay so much for a student to work for him. She was eager to get started, but leery as well. A house and car? This was amazing. Of course it sounded great.

"It sounds," she said, "perfect." She looked out over the estate where they sat surrounded by a view of the entire campus below and elaborate trappings. "I'd be very interested in the job," she continued.

"If you work for me for all four years of your college education, by the time you graduate, you will have a guaranteed job damn near anyplace you want one. I don't mean as a mailroom clerk or receptionist, I mean positions like VP of Human Resources at Microsoft, Dirctor of Marketing North American Region for GM, Regional Training Coordinator for T-Mobile, and Head of Capital Investments for Paramount pictures. These are the positions offered to the last four graduates that worked for me."

"Your duties will include looking after email, phone calls, mail, running errands, keeping my social calander, accomppaning me to certain functions, and other duties as assigned. Basically anything I ask you to do." He looked hard at the young woman. "If you want the job, it's yours under one condition."

"Under one condition," she heard him say. There was a catch. There had to be. She knew there was no way he could promise a luxurious existence to a college girl, followed by the lifetime position and career he was assuring her about, without a condition.

"I very much want the job," she asked. "What is the condition?"

"The best way for you to learn what this job fully entails is to have an experiencecd employee demonstrate the duties." My face took on a serious expression and I noded. From nohwhere appeared a young girl dressed in designer clothes, with a perfect hairdo and manicure. She walked siently over to me and dropped to her knees beside me. Through the glass table top you could see her open my pants and pull out my cock.

She quickly took it in her mouth and began to suck on it noisily. I looked at you and sighed in contentment. Well my dear are you willing to take on all the duties of this, and other positions, a wry smile dashes across my face, as part of your employment?"