Brittney, the Tapgirl Princess

The end of the school year was rapidly approaching and Brittney realized she still hadn't heard back from Kelly about the summer internship at the T.V. station, so she decided she'd better call her up and ask.

"Oh, Hi, Brittney," said Kelly, somewhat absentmindedly, into her office phone. "How's the high school tap princess doing?" Kelly really didn't have Brittney much on her mind these days as she was focused on her wealthy and handsome German fiancé, Roger Werner. On his second trip back to Forest Glen, Roger had asked her to come to Germany to live with him, and she said "yes" so her mind was filled with thoughts about how her life would soon change. But meanwhile, she had stories to report and news to read and plenty to keep her busy.

"Kelly," continued Brittney. "Last spring I asked you about working at the station and you said there were intern positions, and I was wondering if I could apply for one."

"A summer intern job, …hmm, Brittney how old are you?"

"I'm 16, Kelly, isn't that old enough?" Actually, Brittney hadn't even turned 15 yet, but she figured saying she was "14" wouldn't work at all.

"Well, yes, 16 would be about the youngest we could take, although we would have to put you on the books as 18. But, honestly, we've already hired two interns for the summer already. Both of them are college students and they've had experience working at their college T.V. station. I'm not sure we need any more."

"But Kelly, you know I could learn really quickly. You saw how I handled the student strike last spring, didn't you? And I could pass for 18 easily."

"Well, sweetie, why don't you come in tomorrow afternoon and meet Mr. Woods, the station manager. I'll put in a good word for you, and I'm sure he'll give you a chance to prove yourself. Be here by 2 p.m. OK?"

So the next afternoon, Brittney cut out of school at lunch and came home to shower and dress for her interview. First she thought she'd wear her pink pants-suit, because that would make her look older and more business-like. But the more she thought of it, the more that didn't feel like herself, so instead she put on her yellow-and-blue-plaid micro-skirt and loose white silk blouse. It was too warm a day for stockings, so she decided to just go bare-legged. For shoes, she put on some black patent leather ballet flats--with metal heel taps, of course (#6's in this case). They were really clicky-sounding, and she thought she looked especially attractive in them.

When she got to the station, Kelly met her at the door and immediately ushered her past the receptionist and the clerical staff and took her back to the station manager's private office. Brittney noticed that Kelly was wearing a pants-suit with spiky-heeled pumps (with metal-tipped heels of course). She said to herself, "maybe I should have dressed up more."

"Bob," said Kelly to her boss. "This is Brittney Davis, the high school student I told you about. She was hoping to work at the station this summer as an intern."

The station manager turned to Brittney. "Hello, Miss Davis, won't you come in?" And then to Kelly: "Thanks, Kell. I'll let you know when we're through."

Mr. Woods eyed Brittney closely. Based on what Kelly had told her, he'd expected a more sophisticated looking young woman--not a teeny-bopper wearing a plaid micro-mini-skirt and flats. But she was very attractive, he thought, with her sweet-looking face, bleached blonde hair, and an adorable wiggle in her walk--someone who could grow up to be an on-camera news anchor, or even an actress. Besides, he liked the schoolgirl look on young women.

Mr. Woods offered Brittney a seat on his office sofa, as he himself sat down on an overstuffed chair nearby. Brittney made herself comfortable, legs fully crossed and looking quite relaxed. From his position, Mr. Williams could clearly make out Brittney's lovely white panties beneath her short skirt, and that stimulated him even more.

"So why is it that you'd like to work at the station, Miss Davis?" he asked.

"Well, I really love meeting people and talking with them and listening to what they have to say. I think it's so cool how many important people Kelly meets on her job, and I'd just like to learn to be like her." She figured that was what Mr. Woods would want to hear from her.

Mr. Woods smiled and crossed one leg over the other. Brittney immediately noticed a rather small #3 steel tap on the heel of his shoe.

"That's a pretty good answer, Brittney," said Mr. Woods. "Kelly tells me that you're quite a leader at your high school, and that you were the one who started the trend around here of people putting metal taps on their shoes, like these. (He pointed to his own heel tap.) Is that right?"

Brittney figured that she might as well take credit for this, since he was wearing taps himself. "Well, yes, I probably had something to do with that, but really it was just that I liked hearing the sound the taps made when I walked around. It wasn't like I started an advertising campaign or anything."

"Do you have taps on those flats you're wearing?" Mr. Woods asked.

"Oh sure!" replied Brittney. "I have taps on all of my shoes!" She raised one of her shoes so Mr. Woods could see the #6 crescent taps on her heel, clearly larger than the ones on his own shoes.

"Yes, I see," he said. "Very nice!"

"Brittney, I like you," continued Mr. Woods. "I think you might make a very good summer intern with us. But, you know it's really important for all of us to feel comfortable with each other—we work in such a high-wire industry. Everyone has to be in sync if you know what I mean."

"I guess I understand," replied Brittney somewhat tentatively.

Mr. Woods got up from his chair, slowly walked over to the sofa, and sat down next to Brittney.

"Well, that's good," he continued. "There are quite a few men working here who would enjoy having a young woman like you around--someone who wasn't shy and who knew how to have fun while she was working… if you know what I mean." As he spoke, he took her hand in his and placed it in his lap, where she could feel his stiffened cock beneath his trousers.

"I, …I guess that's o.k.," Brittney said. "As long as I get to do real work too. I really want to learn about broadcasting, Mr. Woods." Tentatively, she withdrew her hand from the station manager's lap, slowly, not wanting to encourage him but not wanting to suggest that she was in any way offended by his forward behavior either.

"Oh, you'll definitely learn about our business," smiled Mr. Woods. "You'll work with Kelly and the others on the broadcasting staff, but also I want you to get some experience in marketing, working with our marketing manager to sell advertising time to local businesses. You'll get to meet lots of business clients that way, and, from what I've seen of you so far, you could be a real asset to our sales staff. So if you're willing to be on our team, we'd love to have you."

And with that, he got up, extended his hand to shake hers, and ushered her out of his office over to where Kelly was talking with a news editor.

"Kelly, you were so right!" exclaimed Mr. Woods. "Brittney will make a terrific intern. Brittney, you can make plans to start the Monday after school lets out." And with that, he turned and walked back to his office, with as much authority as he could muster.

"Wow, Brittney! You must have really impressed Bob for him to make a decision that quickly!"

She led Brittney back to her own office, her steel-tipped stiletto heels and the metal taps on Brittney's flats both clicking loudly on the station's tile floor. Then, after closing the door behind her, she motioned for the two of them to sit on the sofa. In a soft voice, almost a whisper, Kelly inquired, "So did he give you the hand-on-his-lap treatment?"

Brittney shook her head affirmatively. "How did you…"

Kelly interrupted, "Yeah, I got it too when he hired me. The really attractive women he hires all have to go through that. You should take it as a compliment! But really, he's harmless. Did you see the puny little taps he puts on his shoes? He doesn't really have the balls to be tough or threatening. Women like us can wrap him around our little finger, kick him in the balls with our stiletto heels, and pretty much get our way. Just be sure to always come to work wearing heels with loud authoritative taps…the taller and louder the better. He'll get out of your way, plus you'll get attention from the other men, who are much cooler guys anyway."

Suddenly, Brittney realized she hadn't learned one important thing…how much she would be paid! She knew that "internship" meant you wouldn't get a big salary, but she was hoping for something.

"Kelly, I just realized that Mr. Woods never told me what I'd be paid. Do you know what it will be?"

"Well, sweetie, I hate to break this to you, but our high school interns only get tips from doing favors for the staff."

"What kind of favors? Like bringing coffee or lunch?"

"Something like that. Let's just say that if you enjoy romping in bed with men, you can make a lot of money, but if you clam up you'll have a pretty empty pocketbook." She paused. "I hope that wasn't too harsh for you."

"Nooo," thought Brittney aloud. "I can deal with that, but are most of the guys here cute? I've only seen a couple of men so far, and they seem a bit old for me."

"Oh, honey! The tech staff here is adorable! There are two sound and light guys who I've been with and they are lovely in bed. Tom would be right up your alley. He's really young—about 22. And, he's absolutely nuts over women wearing taps on their shoes. He said he got the "disease" watching his sister and her friends tap dance, and he told me that ever since the tap fever hit this town this Spring, he's had a hard time keeping his prick quiet!

"Then there's Darren, the marketing manager. He's married but he and his wife--we call her Sexy Sue--are big-time swingers! If you come with another guy they'll do a foursome with you that is out-of-this-world! And when Darren is working on an advertising deal with a client from a local business, he often needs the help of an intern to seal the arrangement."

"What kind of help does he need?"

"Well let's just say you'll get a lot of free meals and overnights, and even sometimes a weekend at the Breakers Resort down at the ocean.

"Wow! Sounds like fun! But do the guys like Tom have to pay for the...um, favors, directly out of their own salary?"

"Oh, no," replied Kelly. "The interns get paid from a special fund. You just tell Tiffany, the payroll clerk, what you did and with whom. She double-checks with the guy or with the marketing manager if it was for a client and then she adds the amount for that activity to your tally. At the end of the week, you get paid. I think it's like $15 for a blow job, $50 for an evening of sex, and $100 for a whole weekend--anyway, something like that."

"Golly, I never thought that would be part of the job here. So does that mean that all the interns are girls?"

"Usually that's so. One of the other interns we hired is a girl—Dana's 19 and gorgeous. She's great fun; you'll like her. But the other is an 18-year-old guy. He'll be asked to service the women on the staff and the female clients—a lot of the local firms are now run by women, you know. A couple of girls from the staff have tried David out and said that even though he's shy he's great in bed, so he got hired. See, you didn't even have to go through that—just a hand-in-the-lap, and Bob knew you'd be fine….

"So, let's see—-school is out a week from Friday, right?" (Brittney nodded, yes.) "Then we'll see you the following Monday?"

"Oh, yes! I can't wait!" said Brittney, her enthusiasm growing by the minute. "This will be quite a summer!"