“ Don't be late our Eileen,"Dan Micklethwaite advised his eldest daughter as he got ready to set off for his transformation in't mill,"promptness that's what's wanted."

"Yes our Dad,"Eileen replied, as she tried not to worry about her consultation for book custodian job at Grimshaws.

She weren't prettiest of lassie, her hair's-breadth were mousey, her tits weren't nothing limited and she hadn't never had a right young man, but that ‘ ent to say she were no Virgo, oh no, the fireplace encounter handle had seen to that on Sir Thomas More than one affair though her kept that to herself.

She dressed sensible, that is to say in her best clothes bought peculiar for aunt Maud's funeral six months since, grey wench and flannel heart-to-heart neck shirt with a black jacket.

"Remember you want's account book keepers job, yer not a tart,"her Dad warned when she undid two button not one.

"Yes our Dad,"she replied.

"Eee, I can hardly conceive it me petty girlfriend all growed up,"he sighed as he wished for the millionth time he's wore a rubber when he scewed her mother against Abbotoire route railway bridge circuit nigh on twenty years afore.

"Reet, now think on,"he said as he gently eased his Raleigh Elswick Special button bicycle out of parlor ready to set off down route towards t'mill.

poor Eileen were in a right state, wi next to no governance coming in the unhurt class needed her to get job. butterfly stroke in her tummy weren't nowhere in it, it were like she'd ate some maggotty meat and the altogether blamed lot had hatched as flies.

She decided a walk would do her trade good, round by gas deeds, down past where Langley technology used to be afore them went broke, down by Thornton and Rigsby Fueneral parlour and despite dawdling she were still near on twenty dollar bill proceedings early when she got to Grimshaw's federal agency on Guisley Road.

"promptness,"she remembered he dad saying so she screwed up her courage and pulled the bell cord. It were broke so she banged the door. zilch. So she opened it.

"Yes ?"some acetify faced cow asked.

"I come for't job,"she ventured.

"wellspring thee won't get one on threshold wll thee ?"the fair sex sighed,"Upstairs, third on right wing and knock and postponement to be asked in."

"Oh, right,"Eileen agreed. She marvellled at the smoothen marble floor with"Grimshaws,"laid out in lightlessness on bloodless background, the posh reddish brown desk and matching chairs and that in response room, and at the classy staircase wi pictures of Grimshaw's old and new, all looing alike wi their great bushy whiskers, except the gentlewoman of course.

She knocked timidly then again hard enough to spite her knuckles.

"By ‘ eck give us a hour you'll have door off hinges,"Eli Grimshaw warned, as he had one of his assocates unlock the door.

"I'm here for t'job Eileen said awkwardly.

"About bloody metre, get thee kit off and let dog see t'rabbit,"Eli said kindly.

"What ?"Emily demanded.

"Get thee kit off, thee won't have nothing we ‘ ent seen afore lestaways I hope not !"Eli chuckled.

Charlie"Crusher"Haines and Jim"Razor"Sharpe grinned knowingly as they looked on.

"smell"Emily ventured.

"doe thee want job or not, if thee does get thee kit off, if thee don't sodomist off and lay off wasting us time."Eli explained patiently.

"We have a sure standard to mantain,"Razor explained, in a poncy southerner accent,"It's not a big issue surely ?"

"I never stripped before three blokes before,"Eileen admitted.

"I'll avail thee if thee the likes of,"Charlie offered.

Eileen looked on. Eli looked harmless enough, he could have passed for eighty with his shaggy-coated beard, Razor was younger, 40 ‘ s maybe, all posh suit, off the peg Marks and Herbert Spencer not cobbled together in some backbone street fret shop class, while Charlie was quite a hunk.

Eileen needed the job and she seemed to be out of her body looking on as she started to undo her buttons.

"Bloody strip down not do a bloody striptease,"Eli cussed,"Can't get staff can't even get applicants."he muttered.

Eileen were mortified as she carefully laid her blouse and bird on chairperson. She hadn't expected this of she'd have got some new knickers as hers had a big yap in.

"No brasier,"Sharpe observed,"Nice firm titties, quite delightful."

"And kinky knee breeches, thee could gve her one thrugh t'hole wi out tekkin'em off !"Charlie observed.

Eli smiled"Reet lass hop up on desk and Lashkar-e-Tayyiba have a look, best drop knickers so's we can get a close up."

Eileen gulped but she dropped her knickerbockers to floor and hopped up on desk in just her overbold black shoes and Patrick White ankle socks.

"Ee, tha'looks admirer,"Eli said admiringly as in moving from behind desk to in front he reached down his trouser and aimed hs swelling cock somewhere more comfortable.

Razor also looked on approvingly,"Quite toothsome, vieginal almost, you're not I presume ?."

"No,"Eileen replied, none too sure enough if she were or not as if wanking counted she weren't but if it didn't she were.

"Quite excellent, somewhat shaggy-coated and unkempt,"Razor obsrved as he stepped closer and ran his fngers up her intimate thigh,"And so soft."

Eileen felt awkward, legs spread wi her whatsits on appearance and a cuss fondling her, she wanted to lay back and let him do it but thought that would be unprofessional. That didn't stop her getting very excited and wet at the thought though.

"And easily entered,"Razor commented as he worked the index fngers of both helping hand inside her eased her lower backtalk apart for a beneficial view.

"Out way, let dog see rabbit,"Eli ordered.

Eileen looked on. Eli had took his trousers and pants off and stood wi only his shirt and wind cone on, he looked about eighty but his rooster were cock of very much younger bloke.

"Bloody ‘ ell !"cried Eileen.

"Fear not it'll fit,"Eli assured her,"power postulate a right push thinker, thee honorable brace thee self."

Eileen probably ought to have said no, no way, sod that for a lark, you can stuff the job, o summat but the thought of all that solid nitty-gritty going inside her turned her head and she gripped edge of desk firm like and spread her legs as far apart as they would go.

The tip of Eli's cock rubbed up Eileens intimate thigh sending chill of anticipation coursing through her veins, it touched her mouth and tentatively and sensitively ventured inside. Through the narrows where her muscles relaxed to alow its passage and on into the caven leading to he womb.

Almost before she realised Eli's hairy private parts banged her minge and his cock were the right way up her.

"By ‘ eck jeune fille, thee's sommat special."Eli chuckled as he happily ploughed her.

"Oooohhh,"Eileen cooed with pleasure as he thrusted in and out.

"You had a three some ?"Eli aked.

"No, whay's that ?"she asked.

"Aye its a rare goody, girls love it, give her one up t'ass an all our Charlie,"Eli suggested.

"Right ho antique,"Charlie replied as he dropped his smart gery flannel trouser and pay heed them neatly over a chair back.

Eli grabbed Eileen around the waistline and lifted her bodily off of the desk and hammer walked her around in a circle so his ass were against desk and her ass trap were exposed set for Charllie to jostle his hammer in.

Charlie finished aranging his dress and smeared his putz with olive oil so's he'd sliding board in a bit sluttish. Even so it were a struggle but his elbow grease pushed Eileen onto Eli's rooster. Pain and pleasure mingled making her cry out, butb after a bit of a conflict he were in her and she felt she were being torn in one-half with two dick near touching each other inside her.

"It's all very elegant and delicious but I do rather find like a part with member at a funeral,"Razor observed.

"sales booth on a chairman and let her suck thee off then,"Eli chuckled,"Have a quatern, bit o team building and that."

Razor ended up stood on desk and even then Eileen had to call on her head right round.

She weren't too trusted how to imbibe hammer but Razor just shoved it in and started fucking her face so she let him get on with it, just grabbing a bit of a breath when she could.

She was snug to passing out when everything went violet and sparks flew in her brain as she had probably the best sexual climax she'd ever had wi Eli spunking up her and Charlie takin the cue and spunking up her ass while Razor joined in and damned near choked her by spunking down her throat.

“'E'ee that's what we's lookin'for, tart wi talent,"Eli suggested.

"Gets my vote,"says Charlie.

"Agreed,"adds Razor as he hauled his dick back in his pants.

"How do you fancy Buxton Road from Simon Marks and Herbert Spencer to Timothy Whites ?"Eli enquired,"Ten bob a calendar week up battlefront or half thee tekkins."

"What ?"Rileen gasped.

"prime quantity daub for whorin'” Buxton road Eli explained.

"I'm not no cyprian, I'm here for book keeper's job !"Eileen explained.

"Oh,"Eli replied,"Oh, bloody hell, thee's not all-fired due yet and then its future door."

"This is Micklethwaite and Frickley Insurance Associates."Razor explained,"We offer insurance policy to street walkers and determine the industry."

"What Sicilian Mafia"Eileen gasped.

No one said anything.

"Grimshaw's office is next threshold jeune fille,"Eli explained,"best get theeself cleaned up."

Eileen quickly grabbed her dress and angrily began to do, she pulled up her drawers so firmly that the cakehole tore some more.

"slipstream thee face in bog first,"Eli suggested,"And gargle, thee's got mettle on thee chin."

Eileen was mortified, she nearly went home but something Eli said or inferred made her stay.

She washed as upright she could and dutifully knocked on the right room access bang on ten o'clock.

"Come in,"Eli said cheerily.

She went in, Eli was sitting behind another magnanimous mahogany desk, this time her were on hs own."aspect have I got job or not ?"she asked.

"Can I have sex thee through mess in thee's knickers w out thee having to drop'em ?"Eli asked.

"How should I know ?"Eileen demanded.

"Shall us try ?"he asked.

"If I got job."Eileen replied,"I got me diploma in maths and that."

"fountainhead see I want's a bit on't English, not flashy so every bugger is always tryin'to make love her all't time,"Eli explained,"but willing and."

"I'll full stop thee there,"Eileen says,"I en't being no one's bit on't side, I's got me succeeding to think on, al-Qur'an keeper that's what I'm after, not whore or tart."

"Reet, well thee can have rule book keeper's job if tha'lets I fuck thee when I want's,"Eli offered.

"And when I get's caught out and up duff ?"Eli enquired.

"I know's a woman as ‘ ll sortb thee out,"Eli explained,"Its no fun being in't flower o'me life and me married woman havin'buggered off wi me top salesman."

"I want's it in writin'mind,"Eileen insisted.

"And I want's to stick me swagger through hole in thee knickers and fuck thee."Eli replied.

"In writing first,"Eileen insisted.

Eli quickly scribbled a job offer. Eileen read it and smiled. Success. She had her job and pretty soon she would have got Eli's turncock up her again.

"What if me Dad chucks me out for screwin'thee ?"Eileen asked.

"Thee'll have to sleep along a me won't thee."Eli confirmed.

"Then best see if thee can get thee cock through hole in me knckers,"Eileeen agreed.

As it happened they couldn't fit his tool through hole so they tore it some more until there was hardly anything to preserve her modesty and then they managed it.

And three clock time more afore dinner party Vanessa Bell sounded.

As bell shape sounded Eileen rushed household to tell her Mam what had happened.

Grinshaws van were outside and van man were inside. Her mam were dead set over scullery table wi her shirt up he back and knckers down while Grimshaw's man screwed her from behind.

"I got job mam,"she said,"You never said you was tam-tam back on't game ?"

"I ent but he got lovely puritanical eyes,"she said wistfully.

"And tw and sixpence,"Van driver said,"Where's thee kit, Mr Grimshaw said to tekk it up t'house as thee were his new bit on't side."

"bugger me, thee as bit on't position, what's world comin'to, is ‘ ee subterfuge or summat ?"her mam ventured.

"Nah envious bugger is Mr Eli since his wife buggered off wi salesman."said the van man wi out pausing wi his fucking,"Wan't thee where he can see thee."

Eileen smiled, no more kipping in single bed wi her three sis, or wanking wi fireside copse, she had fallen on her feet wi out a uncertainty .