The Intern

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"You need to step it up if you're going to make it in this business, Ms Jones. I'm sending you out for some real world experience. It's a bit unconventional to give a freshman an internship, but I feel this will help you decide if you're in the right major." Professor Park sat back in his seat, surveying the young woman across from him. If he wasn't her professor and knew she was college-aged, the man would have sworn that the woman in his office was a girl playing at being a student.

She was petite, barely over five foot if he had to guess, and had a nearly stick straight build. Boyish was the only way to truly describe her body; any womanly curves she might possess hidden beneath the drab gray cardigan she always wore. She wore honey colored hair in a braid that hit around mid-back, a few errant strands coming loose to fall in front of her face. Large, black plastic frames sat perched on a button nose, hiding big blue eyes that looked like they belonged on a porcelain doll.

"Isn't there something else I could do?" Eva shrunk down in her seat, her fingers nervously toying with the sleeves of her cardigan.

"I'm sorry," Professor Park didn't look the least bit sorry as he shook his balding head. "It's either the internship or I have to fail you." He slid a folder across the desk. "This is all the information. The editor is expecting you at eight tomorrow morning for assignment."





Standing in front of the brick building, its walls of windows glaring down at her ominously, Eva Jones was tempted to turn tail and run. Dressed in a simple purple dress and gray cardigan with her black stockings and ballet flats, Eva felt like a kindergartner in a sea of adults. Terrified and feeling completely out of place among the sophisticated journalists that were already swarming the building, Eva took a hesitant step forward.

Professor Park's words echoed in her ears - internship or fail. Eva hadn't failed a class before. Never. She was always ahead of the curve. Heck, she was the one who defined the curve. Failure was not an option now. Not when it counted most.

Drawing in a deep breath she moved through the doors and walked up to the receptionist.

"Um..excuse me." Her voice soft and mousy as the receptionist sat typing away at her computer. "Um I'm here to see Mr. Kenton, I'm Eva Jones. I think he's expecting me." The receptionist held up a perfectly manicured finger, never once looking up from the computer screen. Eva stood, unsure of what to do, fiddling with the sleeves of her sweater.

"Ah, Ms Jones, Park told me you'd be coming in. Walk with me." An older man breezed into the lobby, the florescent lighting gleaming off his silver gray hair.

Mr. George Kenton, editor of the Daily Times, escorted Eva around the building in a whirlwind tour that she doubted she'd remember. She tried her best to remember everything he said, but, in truth, the sea of endless faces and names was far too overwhelming for a girl who had grown up in small town Nebraska.

"And this here, is where you'll be working." Kenton stopped in front of a desk, or what could possibly be a desk underneath the piles and piles of folders and clippings. "I've assigned you to work with one reporter, whose desk is right across the way here." He pointed to an empty cubicle an arm's length away. "He should be rolling in at any...Ah, speak of the devil. Ms Jones, I want you to meet the reporter you'll be working with for the semester."

Eva was too nervous to do anything but stare at the floor - which hadn't been re-carpeted since the late 80s it seemed - and waited with heart pounding as the footsteps drew closer.

 

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“Don’t dawdle.” The gruff words rumbled in her ears as Eva picked her way across the sidewalk to the drycleaner down the block. Frank Rockson was not what she had expected. Far from it, in fact. Eva had thought she’d be working with someone a little more…well a bit nicer to be honest.

After she’d scurried to get him coffee from the break room, nearly tripping over her own feet as she turned about, Mr. Rockson had barked at her to clear his desk. And, as she completed that task – face pinched into a grimace as she removed cups with coffee dregs and mold of varying degrees in the bottoms – he’d grumbled that she wasn’t fast enough or cleaning enough space. Somewhere deep down Eva felt the urge to throw those molding cups of coffee in his face, really show him what she thought of his barking orders like she was his maid and not his intern. But, she buried that feeling and kept her head down. Now, here she was, walking down the sidewalk to pick up his dry-cleaning.

“Dang it!” She squealed as the tip of her ballet flat caught in the uneven sidewalk, causing her to trip forward. Eva was clumsy enough on a good day and she all but laughed when she recalled Mr. Rockson instructing her to get some high heels. Did he want her falling on her butt every two seconds? Based off first impressions...Eva wouldn’t past him to have a good laugh over her clumsiness.

Frank Rockson. His name made a shiver of dread go down her spine. She’d read his work, admired it actually. But the man that had stood before her, with his broad shoulders and five o’clock shadow at ten in the morning, did nothing to live up to the man she’d pictured in her mind. Sure, he was attractive, for a man old enough to be her father, but he also reeked of regret and stale booze. And he scared the hell out of Eva. Especially when he fixed his steel blue eyes on her in a way that Eva knew he was trying to intimidate her. It was working, too.

The task of picking up his dry-cleaning took longer than Eva had hoped. There had been a line of people waiting and only one man working behind the counter who looked more and more frazzled with each customer.

When Eva had placed her ticket down on the counter, the man had flushed and had to call the conveyor belt around three times before finding Rockson’s clothes.

“I’m so sorry, Miss. We couldn’t get the uh stain out of the paints.” He’d fumbled with an apology, handing Eva the bag of Frank Rockson’s clothes. Eva didn’t dare ask what the stain was. She knew it couldn’t be something she wanted to know about.

She had raced back to the office, tripping more than once over the plastic bag in her hands.

Out of breath, she stood in front of Rockson’s desk, trying desperately not to pant as she fought to catch her breath.

“Here. You. Go. Mr. Rockson.” Eva’s words came in a staccato rhythm as she spoke around each harried breath. “What…what um…what should I…do next?” She bit her bottom lip, worrying it between her teeth as she waited for his response. Judging from his first commands, his next would not be much more pleasant.

 

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For a moment Eva stood there, blinking stupidly as Mr. Rockson rattled off a list of tasks in quick, rapid fire succession. Her fingers clutched at the cotton fabric of her dress, itching for a pencil to write everything down as there was no way she would remember it all. And Eva had a feeling Mr. Rockson wasn’t one to repeat himself.

“Well, what are you waiting for. I gave you your laptop and you know where your desk is.” The barked order startled her, causing Eva to flinch. Blushing and praying that he had not seen the flinch, Eva quickly turned on her heel – tripping over her feet in the process – and stumbled to her desk across the aisle from her new mentor’s. God she hoped he hadn’t seen THAT.

Falling into her desk chair, Eva booted up the old laptop, a far cry from the sleek MacPro sitting back in her dorm. Her dorm, what Eva wouldn’t do to be there right now, ensconced in the safety of those white-washed cinder block walls. As the computer whirred to life, she glanced over at Mr. Rockson. How was she going to get through this internship with someone like him? The man was hard, unforgiving, and downright mean. He was going to chew her up and spit her out. His demeanor was a far cry from her own father, a supportive and generous man who thought the sun rose and fell with Eva. She couldn’t help but wonder if Mr. Rockson had children. The fading tan line on his left ring finger told her he’d at least been married at one time. For the life of her, though, Eva couldn’t picture him playing with a pudgy baby, making it giggle and squeal in delight like her own father had played with her.

The computer screen lit with life and Eva put her mind to the task at hand. She glanced at the details Rockson had handed her, eyes scanning the list of websites and usernames. Other than the social media networks she didn’t recognize any of the sites. Finding the girl on Facebook was simple and Eva scrolled through several of her posts. Everything seemed straightforward and typical of a college-aged girl. Or at least, Eva assumed that was the case as she wasn’t exactly running in the type of crowd this girl obviously was. Every photo was the young woman at a club or party, drink in hand, surrounded by other women dressed in similar tight and tiny clothes.

Clicking on the private message button, Eva shot off a quick note to the young woman explaining how she worked for the newspaper and they were interested in doing a story on her. She listed her contact information and sent off the message before moving over to Instagram. There the photos ran in a similar vein to Facebook, though they did include a lot of selfies and much more…revealing outfits. Having exhausted the social media sites and with two full pages of notes already, Eva turned to the last of the websites. Plugging in the first address she glanced down at her notes as the webpage loaded.

Looking back up, Eva quickly snapped the laptop shut, her face aflame as she glanced around to make sure no one had seen the naked woman who had graced the screen. Shooting a glance over at Mr. Rockson, she could have sworn she saw his shoulders move in a laugh – or maybe she was just imagining things.

Slowly, Eva pulled a stack of folders around the edges of the computer, blocking the screen from anyone who may pass by. Satisfied that her wall was high enough, Eva hesitantly opened the laptop once more and was confronted by a large pair of perfect breasts, the nipples erect as the woman in the photo pulled at them. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth and she stared down Eva with the most sensual gaze the eighteen-year-old had ever seen. Drawing in a breath and worrying her own lip, Eva double checked that the sound was off on the laptop before clicking the enter button with a trembling finger.

She glanced over at Rockson again, irritated that he hadn’t warned her. He’d known this was coming, he’d known what sort of sites she would be walking into, figuratively speaking, and he hadn’t thought to warn her.

“Jerk.” She muttered under her breath as the young woman she’d been researching came onto the screen in what seemed to be a live cast video. A chat was scrolling on the right-hand side of the webpage as the woman sat on a bed dressed in her underwear and bra. The comments got steadily cruder as the woman began to tease her audience by pulling at her bra straps and inching her hands down her stomach towards her lace underwear.

Footsteps sounded nearby and Eva quickly snapped the computer shut again just as the woman’s hand slipped beneath the lace. She could feel the heat on her face as she stood and grabbed her notes.

“Here.” She muttered, dropping the pages on Rockson’s desk before she fled to the ladies’ room to splash cold water on her face.

 

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Eva stared into the mirror, dumbfounded as Mr. Rockson pushed his way through the door. Her hands were still cupped from the water she’d splashed onto her face. Water dripped from her cheeks down her neck and into the collar of her dress as she watched him storm further into the ladies’ room.

"I wanted more than just a written report, I thought that much would be clear. I wanted to know if you had spoken to the girl, what you'd found out about her, whether she's happy to be interviewed...How else can I fully prepare to interview her?!"

Eva watched him count off the points on his fingers, flinching with each new point. She cleared her throat nervously.

“If you read the report you’d see that I answered all your questions.” She squeaked, voice catching on the words even as he rambled on, effectively silencing her protest.

"I want you to watch her some more, but I also want you to experiment with the webcam on the work laptop I gave you. Leave it on whilst you work.......and while you're at home too. Now get back to work."

He was gone before she could utter a word, the door swinging shut as she gaped after him. What? What was that all about?

Leaning back against the marble counter, Eva sucked in a deep, confused breath. If he had just taken a moment and actually looked at the report she’d given him he’d have seen that she did everything he’d asked. But no, mister big shot journalist was above that. And where did he get off telling her she had let the world and every perverted peeping tom watch her as she worked? There was no way that he could request that of her. Was there?

Dumbfounded, Eva stared at the door. She could tell him no. But then he could have her kicked out of the internship. She could say she would do it and then just…not. How was he to know? Unless he spied on her. What if he was going to check into the webcam to see if she was actually doing it? Oh god! Eva’s cheeks flushed as she thought of all the men who would be watching her every move if she did as Mr. Rockson commanded. Yes, commanded was the right word for it. There had been no question in his voice.

The door swung open, startling Eva. A woman walked in, clad in a skintight pencil skirt and white blouse, her five inch heels making her look more like a runway model then a journalist. She eyed Eva, probably wondering why this little girl was staring at her in the bathroom.

“Excuse me.” Eva mumbled, quickly moving past her and out the door.

Returning to her desk she sat down and stared, dumbly, at the laptop. What to do. On one hand she could tell Mr. Kenton about her mentor’s request, but the editor didn’t seem the kind of man to stand up for the little guy – or girl as the case may be. Worrying her lip, Eva placed a hand on the closed laptop. Her fingers beat a nervous staccato on the cover as she considered her options. Already she felt as if a million eyes were on her, watching her every move. She fidgeted, playing with the laptop but never opening it.

The mechanical buzz of her cellphone startled her, causing Eva to jump slightly. Saved by the bell. Her alarm continued to blast as she fumbled to turn it off.

“Um...Mr. Rockson,” she muttered, gathering up her things, “I have to leave for class.” Before Rockson could respond, Eva clutched her bag and the laptop to her chest, turned on her heel, and left.

 

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I need a copy of your class schedule if you're gonna be disappearing all the time. And don't forget what you're supposed to be working on. Rock.

Eva stared at the text for what seemed like the millionth time that afternoon. Her phone had buzzed manically the moment she’d stepped onto the bus back to campus, Rockson’s order glaring back at her. Throughout class she had been able to focus on nothing else but that message. The blank pages of her notebook a testament to how zoned out she’d been during her history class. Now, sitting in her dorm room, the work laptop sitting on the desk in front of her, Eva knew it was time to decide.

All her life she had wanted nothing else but to be a journalist. As a kid, she had started her own newspaper and traversed her small neighborhood searching out juicy stories and tidbits of gossip which she dutifully wrote down in her Lisa Frank notebook, her glitter pencil moving manically over the pages in barely legible cursive. Later she would painstaking write up her stories, making sure each letter was perfect and would deliver the notebook pages of her “newspaper” to her family and neighbors.

This was all she had ever wanted, all she had ever dreamed for herself. If she didn’t have journalism, what did she have?

Fidgeting in her seat, Eva slowly opened the computer and powered it up then swiftly, before she could second guess (or was she up to a fifth or sixth?) herself, typed in the website address that Mr. Rockson had given her. With trembling fingers, she pressed the big green button that would set her up on the site, the red light of the laptop camera blinking on.

Now what? She wondered as she sat there staring at that little red light.

“Hey, have you seen my red halter?” Eva’s roommate, Claire, came into the room in a whirlwind, making the young woman jump as the door banged shut. Claire, clad only in a towel, her hair still wet from the shower, stood in front of shared closet.

“No…” Eva shook her head, her eyes moving from Claire to the camera’s light to the small box in the corner of the screen that showed exactly what the viewers could see. In that little box the image of Claire could be seen faintly in the background, her short towel riding up to show off her backside as she stood on tiptoe to see up onto the closet’s top shelf.

“I could have sworn it was in here.” Claire bent over, letting the towel drop as she dug through the closet.

Eva’s skin burned, flushing a brilliant red as she turned away from Claire’s naked form. They’d lived together for two months and she had yet to get used to Claire’s…sense of freedom.

"Oh, here it is!" Claire turned around with a flourish, her perky breasts and bald mound turned to the camera. Eva's blush deepened as she picked up her phone and began to fiddle with it, anything to keep from looking at her roommate's naked body.

"What are you up to tonight?" Claire asked, pulling the top on sans bra before pulling on a thong and miniskirt.

Eva shrugged, lost in her game of Candy Crush.

"I swear girl. It's Friday night, you need to get out and check out some parties."

"I have a paper to write." Eva muttered, yet again dodging Claire's attempts to get her out of the room.

"Well don't say I didn't ask." Claire flipped her long black hair over her shoulder and turned to her dresser. Reaching in she dug something out and tossed it to Eva. "Here, in case you decide to release some of that tension." With a smirk and a wave Claire left the room, leaving a startled Eva staring at the bright pink vibrator she'd just caught.

 

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The little pinging startled Eva as she pulled her gaze to the computer. The screen was lit with comment after comment, each one cruder than the last. Eva blushed at the lewdness of the comments, asking her to show her breasts and to take her clothes off. Her blush grew, her cheeks on fire, as she continued to read the comments.

Fuck yourself with the vibrator

Eva gasped as she read the words. There was nothing to set this comment apart from the others, except it seemed more forceful, more commanding than the others. Realizing she still held the vibrator in question, Eva dropped it, feeling her palms burn as if the toy were on fire.

Fuck yourself…

The words pulsed before her. An odd sensation filled Eva. A heady mix of outrage at someone thinking they could suggest such a thing, embarrassment at its crudeness, and an odd titillation that she could cause this type of response filled the young woman.

Feeding off the command, the other commenters grew more and more outlandish in their comments. One command after another, telling her just how to fuck herself, how to use the toy. One viewer even telling her to “shove it up your ass.” Cheeks aflame, Eva quickly snapped the laptop shut, her heart pounding as she sat back in her chair.

Sitting there, heart racing, Eva wondered how any girl could put herself through such a thing. What girl would choose to be degraded in such a way? She wondered if Mr. Rockson had been watching. Had he commented? He’d probably be furious that she had turned the camera off, but then again, what mentor would order his mentee to put herself on view for all the world to see?

“Oh god.” She muttered, her head dropping into her hands. No doubt there was going to be hell to pay when she went into the office on Monday.

 

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Monday morning found Eva sitting at her desk, already hard at work while Mr. Rockson was nowhere to be seen. As the minutes ticked past, Eva couldn’t help glancing at the clock, wondering when he would come in and the torture would begin. She’d dreaded going into the office that morning. After a weekend of fretting over what he would say or demand of her, Eva had worried her fingernails to the bone. Remembering Mr. Rockson’s comments on her wardrobe, Eva had stood in front of her closet for a solid thirty minutes, picking and rejecting outfit after outfit. Finally, when she was in danger of turning up late to the office, she’d forced herself to wear the next thing she grabbed. And so, she’d shown up to the office in a high-waisted black and white plaid skirt with a black turtle neck. A pair of sensible black ballet flats on her feet and her hair done in its usual braid. No doubt he would have some comment on her attire, but Eva didn’t have time to worry about that. Not when she was so paranoid about the web cam she had yet to turn on after that initial few minutes on her first day.

At ten thirty, Mr. Rockson finally made his appearance in the office. Worrying her lip, Eva tried to shrink as far as she could into her chair, hoping against hope that he would forget she was there and go about his day.

No such luck.

"I take it you have some follow up research to report to me..."

Apparently basic manners were beyond the man as he skipped any “hellos” or “how do you dos” and plunged straight into work.

"I want to finish my piece on webcam girls by the end of the week. Have you heard back from the girl I asked you to contact? I do have other assignments I want you to work on at some point you know.....or perhaps you need to spend more time studying at college if this one is proving too much trouble for you.”

“I…I um have it all right here.” Eva muttered, glancing around the open office to see a few people watching them curiously. God she wished she could disappear into the floor.

Tugging on the end of her braid, Eva handed him the file she’d spent the weekend working on.

“I have notes from a preliminary interview with the girl and more research. And she’s going to meet with you this afternoon. The address is in the file.” Eva couldn’t quite meet his gaze as she handed over the folder and rattled off the information inside. “And I…I don’t…I don’t need more time studying.” She muttered. “I can handle this job.”

She glanced up at him, hoping that she looked and sounded confident. Because inside…inside she was a nervous wreck.

 

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“Time to go.”

His voice broke through the haze of her concentration, startling Eva and causing her to jump. Turning around in her chair she looked up at the man that loomed over her. He made her nervous, fidgety…well more nervous and fidgety than usual.

“Oh…okay.” She tugged at her braid as she stood and gathered her purse. Stuffing a notepad and a few pencils inside.

When Eva had set up the interview with the cam girl she’d been surprised to find that the girl was a senior at the college and lived in an apartment on the opposite side of campus. Walking across that campus with Mr. Rockson at her side – well a half step behind as he had instructed her to lead the way – Eva felt an unease settling in the pit of her stomach. Students glanced at the pair as they passed and Eva could have sworn she saw some of them smirking and whispering to each other.

Gluing her gaze to the tips of her shoes, Eva walked faster, eager to get this over with. That walk was the longest fifteen minutes of her life and Eva breathed a sigh of relief when they finally reached the on-campus apartment building.

Fumbling fingers punched the apartment number into the door and waited for the girl in question to buzz the pair up.

“Well hey there!” The girl’s voice held a slight Southern twang discernable even with the intercom’s crackle. “C’mon up!”

The door buzzed open and Eva tugged on it gratefully.

The three flights of stairs were nothing compared to the five floors that Eva traversed to her own dorm and she headed up them swiftly, ready for the day to be done. She reached the landing before Mr. Rockson and knocked brusquely.

“Hi! You must be Eva! Well aren’t you just the cutest!” The blonde who opened the door looked every bit the typical Texan beauty with her full blonde hair in loose waves down past her shoulders, a perfectly even tan, and large, perky breasts. Standing in front of this goddess Eva had never felt more like a twelve-year-old boy in her life. Crossing her arms over her own flat chest, Eva nodded.

“Um…hi. And…uh…this is Mr. Rockson. He’s the…um…the journalist.” She nodded vaguely behind her, where the man himself stood.

“Well I’m Madison. Or at least, that’s what they call me online.” She held out a manicured hand, the French tips immaculate. Eva balled up her hands, hiding the way her own nails had been bitten down to the quick and the yellow polish all chipped. Madison’s smile didn’t waver as she extended her hand to Rockson.

“Please, come in!” Madison stepped away from the doorway and ushered the pair inside.

 

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Settling on the sofa, Eva glanced around Madison’s apartment. Gone was the generic furniture that came with most of campus housing, instead the woman had decorated with plush furniture. The sofa which Eva perched on was a delicate off-white, the simple color offset by mix-matched pillows in bold greens, blues and yellows. The sofa begged for someone to sink into, the cushions giving way beneath Eva’s weight as she struggled to stay perched on the edge; her back perfectly straight and ankles crossed.

“Can I get you a drink or anything?” Madison moved about, making sure the pair were comfortable. Her actions showing the underlying nervousness.

“We’re fine, thank you.” Mr. Rockson’s answer set Eva’s teeth on edge. Not that she would have said yes, but still, it was presumptuous of him to speak for her. His command to take notes made her sit up straighter, struggling to keep any emotion from showing on her face. Did he think she was stupid? Did he not see the notepad already perched on her knee?

Biting her lip, Eva kept silent and jotted down notes in the short-hand she’d learned from her mother – a woman who had served as a stenographer for as long as Eva could remember. With eyes glued to the paper in front of her, Eva wrote her notes as quickly as the words left either reporter or interviewee’s lips. So, focused on making sure to get every word, Eva barely registered what they were saying. Which, quite honestly, was fine with her. The last thing Eva wanted to do was be privy to this girl’s most private moments. Or, what should have been private moments.

She still didn’t understand how anyone could display themselves in such a manner. Eva had grown up in a super conservative town – one where no girl would have ever even considered such a…career. Eva was considered the odd one out in her hometown when she’d decided to go off to college instead of staying home and marrying her high school boyfriend like all her friends had done.

Sex wasn’t something spoken about openly. Eva was certain that each of her friends had been virgins when they got married. Sure, one or two may have given the occasional hand job, but they had never talked openly about such things.

“Eva, if you could make a note of which toys Madison has.” Mr. Rockson’s voice startled Eva, her pencil skipping over the page and smudging the otherwise pristine notes.

What? He couldn’t seriously expect her to…but the look on his face told her that he most certainly did. Worrying her bottom lip, Eva stood and walked over to the bedside table where Madison stood, proudly displaying her toys. She could feel the heat flooding her cheeks as she looked down at the drawer full of things she could never name. As if sensing her virgin cluelessness, Madison leaned over.

“I’ll text you the list.” She whispered, causing a slight smile of gratitude to grace Eva’s lips.

Madison returned to the seating area as Eva lingered by the drawer, trying to appear as if she were jotting down the various toys. Behind her she could hear Rockson’s voice, the manipulating tone he used to voice his next question set her hair on end and she could feel the heat rush up the back of her neck at his words.

"Now this is entirely up to you Madison,....but what would really give my article another dimension is seeing what a live show is really like close at hand. As you can probably understand, other than brief research, neither me or my colleague Eva have seen much of this kind of activity before. I'm fascinated at how you interact with the audience. It's difficult to write an article that really covers you as a person, why you're a webcam model, and what you're like on camera. What I want to do most is get your side of the story out, so that we can rid people of certain chauvinistic stereotypes....stupid, slut, attention whore, tease....you know the types of things some people say......We're keen to dispel those kinds of myths. So......what do you think Madison?"

“Oh, I’d be totally up for that!” Madison trilled, her voice an active too many too high for Eva’s liking. She was grateful that she had her back turned to the pair when Madison’s voice went low and husky as she said, “Would you want me to go on cam or…do a private show?”

Eva could practically hear Madison undressing Mr. Rockson with her eyes. For her own sanity and safety she needed to get out of there. And fast.

“I’ll type up all the notes and send them to you this afternoon, Mr. Rockson.” Eva muttered softly as she made her way, quickly, to the door. Her head down and cheeks flushed as she moved past the pair. “I should leave. I have class soon.”

The cool metal of the door handle against her palm was sweet relief. She turned it quickly, praying she could escape unnoticed.

 

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“Where do you think you are going Miss Jones?!” Mr. Rockson’s voice cut through the room, stilling Eva’s hand on the doorknob.

So close. She had been so close.

“Close the door and sit back down.” He spoke as if she were a dog. Heel. Sit. Stay. Eva half wondered if he would smack her nose with a rolled up newspaper if she disobeyed him.

Turning slowly, Eva glared at Mr. Rockson. Well, glared as best she could with her heart pounding in her chest and terror of what was about to happen coursing through her veins. Eva had never hated anybody before. Sure there were the girls that teased her in high school, stole her barely-an-A-cup bra during gym and shoved it in the quarterback’s locker with a love night bearing her forged signature, but she didn’t hate them. Strongly dislike sure, but never hate. Hate had never factored as an emotion in Eva’s life.

Until now.

“......Besides you might learn something,”

He didn’t even bother to look at her as he continued to bark orders. The old man’s gaze entirely on the buxom blonde in front of him. For her part, Madison seemed pretty enamored by the journalist herself as she set about fluffing the pillows on her bed, propping them for “the best angle.”

Heat rose on Eva’s cheeks as she hesitated by the door. Was she really going to stay for this blatant foreplay? Eva didn’t know much about sex, but she was fairly certain that Mr. Rockson was hoping to get lucky with his cam girl. If she didn’t stay, however, she knew he would have no qualms about following through on his threats. Threats that were entirely unethical and Eva knew she should report that instant. But who would believe her? It was the old “his word over hers” conundrum.

“I can always have Eva record some of it.....in case we need to refer to it later,”

Wait, what? The flush on her cheeks deepened as Eva imagined herself holding a camera, being forced to record and re-watch whatever was about to happen.

Oh god, please say no, she prayed.

“I don’t think that’d be too smart of me to allow.” Madison shook her head and added with a wink. “After all, who’s to say that you won’t try and profit off it later?” Her intonation on the word profit gave Eva the feeling that she wasn’t talking about money. The idea of what Mr. Rockson may do with the recording later sent a shiver of disgust down her spine.

“Now then,” Madison stood in front of her bed, her fingers slowly undoing the buttons of her shirt, “you two just sit back, relax, and enjoy the show.”

 

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What was worse than dirty? For once the thesaurus that lived in Eva’s mind wasn’t working as she all but ran down the stairs and out of Madison’s apartment building. She felt cheap and disgusting and had the feeling that no amount of showers would wash off the filth that crawled beneath her skin.

“Foul old man.” She muttered under her breath, her hands clenched into fists so tight that her knuckles turned white. “Vile, disrespectful, gross. Ugh!” Her words trailed off as she quickly fled across campus to her dormitory, the image of Mr. Rockson sitting beside her, his eyes glinting lecherously as he watched the young woman in front of him strip and … do things to herself. A shiver of disgust ran down Eva’s spine as the memory played through her mind.

Would she ever be rid of the sight of Mr. Rockson leering as Madison spread her legs and….

“Ugh stop it!” Eva slapped her forehead, as if she could knock the image out of her head so easily.

When he had dismissed her so casually Eva knew what was in his retched mind. The thought made her skin crawl. He was old enough to be Madison’s father!

Slipping into the quiet of her dorm, Eva was relieved to find Claire nowhere in sight. After what she had just witnessed, Eva didn’t think she’d be able to handle one more girl so…free with her body.

Eva sank onto her bed, mind spinning in a million different directions.

This internship was make or break for her journalistic career. If she didn’t go through with it then there was no way that she would be allowed to continue in the journalism major. But, how could she continue to work with a man who so blatantly enjoyed throwing her into situations that obviously made Eva uncomfortable. Not only that, it was outright sexual harassment! Maybe she could ask for a different mentor, but what would that say about her ability to handle any situation thrown at her? No, that was out of the question. Maybe she could…no. Or maybe….

Any solution that came to mind was quickly shot down as Eva lay on her bed. There was no way around it, she would have to suck it up and deal with Mr. Rockson on her own. After that afternoon, though, Eva didn’t know how she was going to face him the next day.


~*~*~*~

The morning had passed at a snail’s pace as Eva dreaded the moment she would have to step into the newspaper office and deal with Mr. Rockson once again. She arrived at her desk shortly before noon, dressed conservatively in a black skirt and gray sweater that showed absolutely zero skin. After her last encounter with Mr. Rockson, Eva wanted to make it quite clear that she would have none of his lewdness. Her shapeless, monochrome outfit serving as her armor.

“I hope you were on time today,” his voice sounded above her, startling Eva.

“I’ve never had a tardy in my life and I don’t intend to start now.” She replied, her tone as biting as a girl who had grown up going to church every Sunday could sound. Eva had no intention of allowing Mr. Rockson to get the better of her today.

“You need to proof read this,” he dropped a handful of papers on her desk, no doubt the result of the tawdry research he’d had her do.

Before she could inform him that she’d get right on that, not that she was looking forward to it, he added. “But you can do that with the rest of your afternoon or evening. Although first, I’d like you to pick one of these stories for us to follow up on next. I don’t want to hear any complaints about a lack of time or the heavy workload either. There are plenty of girls out there would kill for this opportunity and I’m happy to replace you.”

A stack of files dropped beside her, landing on the cam girls story. Eva glanced up at him, the first she’d done so since he stopped by her desk. She reached for the first folder, barely opening its cover before he asked if she’d decided. Was he serious? He was standing right there! He could see, plain as day, that she had barely cracked the cover of a folder to read its contents! Afraid that he would follow through on his threat, however, Eva quickly pulled a file out of the stack.

“This one.” She said, holding it out to him, completely unaware of the contents.

 

[ms_tiff]

What had just happened? Eva stared blankly at Mr. Rockson as he spoke; his words going in one ear and out the other as she tried to decipher what he had just said. The words prostitute and hotel – and did he say “dad?” – kept chasing each other round and round in her mind.

“Either way the only way we can get in is if we both look the part. I sincerely doubt you own any clothing that a high end hooker or would wear so you will need to go shopping first. I’ll come with you to make sure you get the right outfit.”

She felt his eyes rake her body as she sat there, speechless. Numb. From cam girls to prostitutes, what had she gotten herself into?

“Um…I…” Eva sputtered, dumbfounded. She blinked, trying to clear her muddled brain. “I…I guess.” She said, not really sure what she was saying yes to. Only knowing that she needed him to stop looking at her like she was some doll he was about to undress and play with.

“But before we shop, you need to proof read the story on Madison and the many cam girls like her….Would you like to add anything about your experience watching a girl play with her pussy?”

His lewd words made her blush, and Eva glanced around to see if anyone heard him.

“Or perhaps you might want to add something about your brief experience being on camera. Maybe your roommate would be better placed to comment...assuming you told her she was naked on camera. I’d be happy to interview your roommate about it, the same way I did with Madison if you want me too. Did you keep her vibrator?”

At the word vibrator, Eva’s blush deepened, tinging her cheeks with brilliant red circles. He had been watching. Why was she surprised at that? Eva knew from the moment that he had given her the assignment that Mr. Rockson would be logged in to that cam room, waiting, watching for the moment she logged on. What truly surprised her, however, was the light thrill it gave her.

Oh god! Why was she excited over that? Okay, maybe excited was a strong word, but there was a definite tingle down her spine.

Biting her lip, Eva suppressed the urge to groan in annoyance. This is what happened at the first sign of male attention in eighteen years. Completely unwanted male attention at that.

“I should proof this.” She muttered, pulling the article towards her. “I’ll have it ready in thirty minutes.” Her glasses slipped down her pert nose as she ducked her head. She pushed them up, distractedly, praying that Mr. Rockson would leave her alone for at least that brief amount of time.

 

[ms_tiff]

Eva breathed a sigh of relief as Mr. Rockson walked away, allowing her to edit the article in relative peace. Waiting until he had disappeared, Eva picked up her trusty red pen and, twirlinging it absentmindedly between her fingers, began to read.

As she moved through the article, Eva felt the flush return to her cheeks. Each word more provocative than the next, each phrase meant to entice and tease the reader. What Mr. Rockson had written was, essentially, softcore porn masquerading as journalism. Reading through Mr. Rockson’s account of Madison and her cam girl experiences, Eva was brought back to the day before and the sight she could never unsee.

The image of a naked Madison reclining on a bed of pillows, full breasts cupped in manicured hands, swam through Eva’s mind. The blush spread across her skin, moving from cheeks to neck. She remembered the way that Madison moved her hand down a toned stomach, legs spreading, as slim fingers teased the entrance of her-

“Snap out of it.” Eva muttered with a shake of her head. The red pen glided over the paper, tracking the young woman’s progression through the article. She read further, her pen halting when the narrative suddenly shifted to the perspective of a “new comer to the cam game.”

Oh god, he didn’t...had he?

Eva’s eyes scanned the lines hurriedly, her mind barely registering more than the words “vibrator” and “virgin.”

“No. Oh no.” She whispered. Suddenly, her brief foray into the world of a cam girl came to life before her eyes. Before, in that finite moment when her cam had been on, Eva hadn’t been able to imagine the men sitting on the other side of the screen. Now, however, those men suddenly had faces and all of them were Mr. Rockson’s. She saw herself from his perspective: young and naive. A baby daring to venture into an adult’s world. But the way that he wrote about her, how he described her a “Lolita for the digital age,” gave Eva pause. What did he mean in writing about her? Was he trying some new form of torture? Or was he...Eva didn’t even want to know the answers.

“All done I take it.” His voice made her jump.

“Ye...yes.” She stuttered, fighting to regain composure. He leaned over her, his breath warm on the back of her neck as he asked about edits. Eva was shocked to find that she didn’t completely hate the feeling. She moved to twist around to face him, but his hand rested on her shoulder, holding her in place. The tips of his fingers rested inches from the top of her left breast. This, Eva knew, was on purpose. The man was trying to get inside her head. He didn’t want her there anymore than she wanted to be there, but she was not going to quit. Let Mr. Rockson throw whatever harassment he wanted at her; Eva had never been a quitter and she wasn’t about to start now.

“No, sir.” She said, forcing her back to remain straight and not to shy away from his touch. No doubt that was exactly what he wanted.

His instruction to get her coat, the way his words brushed against her neck and ear coupled with the pressure of his hand on her shoulder, sent a shiver down Eva’s spine. A shiver of what she didn’t know. Not wanting to explore the feeling further, Eva focused, instead, on following his instructions. She stood, feeling his body close to hers as she turned to pick the jacket she’d worn off the back of her chair.

“We’re expected at the hotel tomorrow evening,” his words sounding hollowly in her ear as she shrugged into the light jacket. He stood so close, his body a mere breadth from hers. “So we don’t have any time to lose. After you.” He stepped away from her then, finally allowing her space to breathe, to think. But Eva didn’t want to think. To think was to invite trouble.

The night before she had lain awake, wondering what Mr. Rockson was doing with Madison. Sure she knew what he was doing, at least the basic idea of it at least, but she hadn’t been able to quell the thought of where his hands might rest on the other woman’s body, of how they might move together. The very memory of her sleepless night sickened Eva, but, at the same time, she felt herself pulled further into the fantasy.

No, no, no. Eva pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose as she walked past Mr. Rockson. To give in to the fantasy would mean admitting that she found something about this man intriguing. And that was not something Eva was about to admit.

 

[ms_tiff]

To say that Eva was uncomfortably out of her element, would be an understatement. Honestly, though, she shouldn’t have been shocked when Mr. Rockson led her into the risque shop. Why did he feel the need to continually torment her? There was something seriously wrong with the man; something sick, twisted and sadistic. Eva wondered what she’d done to garner such “special” attention. And she wondered what she could do to stop it.

Everything that had transpired thus far in her internship had left Eva feeling off balance. She honestly didn’t know what to expect from Mr. Rockson from one moment to the next. He kept switching from hot to cold, from moderately kind to a downright asshole in seconds. His mood swings and crude behavior had Eva feeling as if she were constantly walking on eggshells around him. And when he touched her like he had in the cab, his hand resting on her stockinged knee as they drove through the city, had left Eva with the need for a hot shower to scrub off his lechery.

She’d taken a moment in the cab to collect herself before walking into the store, but nothing could have prepared her for what she was about to encounter.

Stepping into the shop, Eva could feel the heat rush to her face as she took in the array of lingerie - some of it not much more than a few pieces of string tied together. Did Mr. Rockson seriously expect her to pick something out from here? She looked around, blush deepening as she took in the array of underwear. Her own experience with lingerie was limited to whatever was on sale at Target, meaning nothing but cotton panties and plain bras. Besides, what did she need something lacey and...oh god was that edible underwear she saw?

Suddenly, Eva found her ballet flats extremely interesting. Down was the only safe direction to look.

“If you want to give me your sizes....I can ask the owner for anything they don’t have on the shop floor....?” Frank offered. “It’s okay, he’s a friend. I’ve put a lot of business his way,”

Yeah, Eva was sure Mr. Rockson had spent a great deal of money in this shop. She didn’t even want to think about the kinds of women he brought here. The very idea turned her stomach, twisting it in a way that sent a jolt through her. She pictured Madison, blonde and busty, trying on lingerie for him. Biting her lip, Eva mentally shook the image from her head. No, she wouldn’t think of him going into the fitting room with the seductive cam girl. Helping her to remove the lingerie one piece at a time, his hands on her smooth, porcelain skin. Wait, Madison was perfectly tanned, not porcelain. Suddenly, it was Eva in the dressing room, very much undressed with Rockson’s hands on her -

Nope. Eva blinked, trying to clear her mind.

“And it’s no good saying you don’t like any of it, as you’ll need something to wear tomorrow if you want to come with me. So I suggest you pick something now or I’ll pick for you....”

The idea of Mr. Rockson picking out something for Eva to wear was enough of an incentive for her to get her butt in gear and pick something. Anything would work as long as it wasn’t something HE chose.

Moving to an area of the store with less...risque items, Eva chose a simple pair of white lace panties and matching bra, both as modest as she could find, before moving to the dresses. She looked through, feeling the liquid silks and soft laces, each dress more seductive than the last with plunging necklines or high slits or no back. Not one of these dresses would Eva ever wear in her normal life. Finally, knowing that Mr. Rockson was growing impatient, Eva selected the most conservative one she could find. The knee-length sapphire blue dress boasted a high neckline and plunging back, which Eva feared would show her butt. However, there was no going back now.

“I’ll just go try these on.” She muttered, scurrying towards the fitting room before he could say anything. She just hoped that Mr. Rockson wouldn’t think her selections too modest and decide to take matters into his own hands.

 

[ms_tiff]

Standing in front of the mirror, Eva fidgeted with the dress. Due to the plunging back she had had to forgo the bra and, now, felt uncomfortably naked. Okay, so her breasts weren’t so big that she necessarily needed a bra, but there was something about the way the fabric felt like a second layer of protection as it cupped her. Now, without that layer, she felt naked and vulnerable.

“Well, does it fit?” The knock on the door startled Eva. The young woman jumped, crossing her arms over her chest to cover herself, despite the fact that she was fully clothed and, she was fairly certain, he wouldn’t come barging through the door. Though, with Mr. Rockson, one could never be too sure.

“Come on out and show us, we need to make sure it’s passable.” His voice sounded through the door and Eva cringed. The last thing she wanted was to step out there and have him eye her up and down like she was prize cattle. But, Eva knew there was no fighting against Mr. Rockson. If he wanted to he would knock that door down and drag her out.

Taking in a deep - well as deep as she could in that form fitting dress - breath, Eva squared her shoulders and unlocked the door.

 

[ms_tiff]

As he circled her, his eyes roving her slight frame and hsi fingers held out inches from her body as if he were tracing every small curve, Eva could feel the goosebumps rising along her flesh. Self-conscious in the skin-tight dress, the back revealing more skin than she’d ever shown in her life - even her bathing suits were more modest than this dress.

When Rockson paused behind her, Eva swore she could feel his gaze burning a hole into the exposed skin. Standing still, the young woman refused to acknowledge the shiver that traveled up her spine. The shop was too chilly, she rationalized. There was no other reason for the shivers and goosebumps. And there was certainly no other reason why her nipples were hardening and showing, far too clearly for her liking, beneath the dress.

“Didn’t like the lacy bra then.” His words, while seemingly innocent, held a hint of a teasing growl. The touch of his calloused finger on her soft skin sent a jolt through Eva. Biting her lip, she closed her eye and imagined herself somewhere else as Rockson traced down the straight line of her spine. He paused where skin met fabric and the heat from his hand seeped into her skin.

The desire to ask him to stop filled Eva, but she bit her tongue. If she showed weakness now who knew what he would do. She crossed her arms over her chest, hoping her body language conveyed her annoyance. The stance also served to hide her rapidly hardening nipples as Rockson’s hand continued to rest against the top of her butt.

A sigh of relief escaped her lips, which were pressed in a tight line, when his hand finally left its resting place. Her skin felt cool as the heat of his palm disappeared. Her relief, however, was short lived as he stalked back around in front of her, large hands capturing thin wrists. Sensing his intent, Eva tensed, struggling against the pull of his hands. There was no use in fighting him, though, as he soon overpowered the small woman and her arms were forced down to her sides. A flush crept up her neck and over her cheeks, coloring the ivory skin with a delicate pink.

“Now, now, as I’m paying, I’m afraid I must insist! I wanted to see all of the dress and you wouldn’t want to crease it now.”

Silently, Eva stood, her gaze straight ahead as he blatantly looked at her breasts. They were nothing impressive, barely a handful of flesh, and yet the dress clung to each curve and enhanced the appearance of the small breasts. Despite the chill in the air, a bead of sweat slid down the valley between her breasts. Eva fought the urge to fidget beneath his gaze; forcing herself to stand straight as a rail.

“I take it the lacy panties are okay?” The question seemed so innocent on the surface, but Eva could hear the predatory growl. Her eyes flicked to him quickly before shifting away. As if he could hear her thoughts, Rockson added. “Don’t worry I’m not gonna make you prove you’ve got them on. But they’ve got to feel sexier than wearing these granny panties.”

Behind her glasses, blue eyes widened as Rockson moved around her and stepped into the dressing room. She spun around, any pretense of aloofness completely gone as he picked up the white panties she had been wearing. As he manipulated the fabric, stretching and playing with it, and finally slipped them into his pocket, Eva felt her heart thumping beneath her breast. She wanted to scream at him, to tell him what a disgusting pervert he was, but the words were logged in her throat. What had she gotten herself into here? What sick fantasy was this man playing out?

He came back to stand beside her, his arm snacking around her shoulder as he turned her back to face the mirror. The weight of his arm made her knees buckle, or was it the fact that he was touching her in general? Eva shivered, disgust and something else, something she didn’t even want to unpack, filling her. His hand rested near her right breast, his fingers reaching down as if to caress her

“Yes I think that will work. You could easily pass for my girlfriend or my daughter. Your interview and assessment for the prostitute position is all set up for tomorrow, but don’t worry I’ll be there the whole time. It will make for a great article and things will definitely get exposed...........The hotel that’s housing high end hookers I mean.”

Those last words hit against Eva like a splash of cold water, waking her from her stupor. Quickly shrugging Rockson’s arm off her shoulder, Eva pulled away, grateful for any distance between them.

“Are we done here?” She asked, not meeting Rockson’s eye. Without waiting for an answer, she slipped into the dressing room and pulled the curtain closed. Never before had she wished for a solid door that she could lock, but she was at least grateful for the separation and a moment to breath before having to face Mr. Rockson again.

 

[ms_tiff]

Wrapped in a plush pink bathrobe, her hair wrapped up in a towel, Eva sat on her bed; still dazed from the day’s events. The second she had walked through the door of her room, she had stripped bare and taken a shower hot enough to turn her pale skin pinker than her robe. She had scrubbed her body until it was tender to the touch and it still wasn’t enough to wash away the feeling of Mr. Rockson’s predatory gaze and touch.

After leaving the shop, the pair had returned to the newspaper and Eva had quickly gathered her things and made an excuse of a study group before racing out of the office. It wasn’t until she was safely in her dorm that the weight left her chest and she could draw in a deep breath.

In. Out. In. Out.

The steady mantra and focus on her breathing did little to calm her racing heart.

Now, sitting on her bed, Eva focused again.

In. Out. In. Out.

As her pulse steadied and her muscles relaxed she could feel the shaking begin. It started in her fingers, a rapid twitch of her ring finger and pinky, before spreading up one arm and down the other then lower until her entire body was wracked by tremors. The tears soon followed, slowly at first, one tear slipping innocently down her left cheek, but soon the floodgates opened. Before long, Eva was curled on her bed, knees tucked into her chest, tears and snot falling onto the pillow.

Dirty. Used. Humiliated.

The words circled around her mind, attacking the prone young woman with a ferocity that shocked her.

Barely a week into her internship and Eva felt that she would never understand Mr. Rockson. Never understand why he had to treat her this way. Never understand why she felt the need to prove herself to him. Never understand why she didn’t just walk away. Worst of all, though, was that she would never understand why she felt herself wanting his attention no matter how much it disgusted her.

Wiping her eyes, Eva drew a deep, fortifying breath. She would not allow him to humiliate her like this anymore. She would do what she had to get through this internship and prove herself, but she would not allow him to degrade her further.

Filled with resolve, Eva stood on shaky legs. If Mr. Rockson wanted to play dirty...well two could play that game. Eva walked to her laptop, the one Rockson had given her for the cam girl story, and flipped it open. Logging into the cam site, she walked away, pulling the towel from her hair and letting the soft blonde waves fall down to the middle of her back. Without acknowledging the camera, Eva untied the fluffy robe, her back to the camera, and let it slide to the floor.

She could hear the computer chirping as chats came in, but she pretended not to hear. Under the pretense that she didn’t realize the camera was on, Eva pulled her hair over one shoulder, fingers deftly braiding the wet strands. Opening the closet, she was temporarily hidden from the camera’s view as she grabbed a plain blue nightgown. The soft cotton slid comfortingly over her body. Pushing her glasses up her nose, Eva closed the closet and walked back over to the computer.

The screen was lit with comment after comment, some begging her to turn around, others demanding she show her pussy. But Eva ignored them all and, instead, bent over so that she was staring directly into the camera.

“Hope you got a couple screenshots, perv, ‘cause that’s all you’re ever going to see. I’m done playing your games, bastard.”

With that, she snapped the laptop closed, seriously hoping she hadn’t just fucked everything up.

 

[Ririon]

Greetings

It's a great story... I'm new here.. just to say hi

 

[ms_tiff]

Fidgeting with the strap of her bag, Eva shifted on the bus seat. The backpack felt heavy in her lap despite the fact that the only things inside were that blasted dress and wallet.

She had debated wearing the dress to the hotel, she knew that’s what Mr. Rockson would have demanded if he’d seen her standing in front of her closet, her fingers moving from the dress to her more modest clothing. But did she really want her roommate asking questions? Eva must have stood in front of that closet for over an hour debating. And then she remembered Mr. Rockson’s texts from the night before and from earlier that day. His demanding tone, the words laced with innuendo, and her anger had made the decision for her.

Why should she make things easy for him? So what if he got angry? Eva was tired of him. If it wasn’t for the fact that she needed this internship she would have left after that first day.

But now, sitting on the bus and inching every closer to the hotel, Eva wondered if she’d made the right decision. Glancing down, she surveyed her outfit. A slight smirk pulled at her lips as she took in the shapeless jean jumper and black and white striped t-shirt. Paired with her usual braid and the backpack, Eva was certain she looked like a little girl on her way to school. No doubt Mr. Rockson would hate it.

Yes, she had made the right decision.

As the bus pulled up to the curb a block away from the hotel, Eva pushed her glasses up nervously. Each step from the bus to the entrance of the hotel had her nerves intensifying so that, by the time she rounded the corner and saw Mr. Rockson waiting for her, her knees were trembling and each step was achieved by a sheer willpower.

He hadn’t noticed her yet and Eva took that brief moment, before approaching him, to steel her resolve. She would do this. She would not let him intimidate or cow her. She was a strong woman who was capable of besting him. She would not let him see how scared or nervous she was.

She walked towards him, shoulders back and head held high.

“Hello, Mr. Rockson. I hope I didn’t keep you waiting.”

 

[BeeTeeTiger]

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