"So you want to work here at the theater," the director said, looking at her seriously from behind his desk. Claudie looked at him, shy and a bit embarrassed. She felt somewhat out of place. It was true—she had no experience at all. She was just a college student with a passion for theater. Petite in stature, with a beautiful curvy body, she could still be determined when it mattered. Somehow she gathered the courage to approach the director after a show and asked him if it might be possible to work there with them, even just for a trial period. And there she was.

Claudie loved the theater viscerally. Her large brown eyes lit up whenever she could catch a show from the front rows. Her short red hair would lean forward as she watched the actors, spellbound, discovering their creativity, enchanted by their talent. That was why she now sat there in front of the theater director, a man of perhaps just over fifty, who looked at her with a somewhat judgmental look and a hint of condescension from behind his desk.

"Alright, let's do something," the director said, looking at her steadily. "You can try for a week. Help the other girls with paperwork. Manage the office. Lend a hand wherever it's needed. You start tomorrow."

That's why Claudie felt happy that day, but also a bit useless. She was starting from scratch and had no idea what awaited her. For her first day, she wore a black blouse and a long, tight skirt. Very professional. Her red hair framed her head in a rounded shape. Her curvy body stayed hidden beneath the blouse. Her beautiful, full breasts were kept in check by a tight bra.

The morning and afternoon of her first day passed without incident. Sure, it was an intense day. She had to learn many new things quickly. The director was a busy man, with a somewhat severe tone of voice. His silver hair was always neatly combed. His elegant shirt stayed perfectly in order in every situation. He was tall and direct by nature. Everyone respected him and did what he said. Claudie felt vaguely intimidated by him. But actually, the director didn't have much time to talk to her during the day, as his many commitments kept him away. That first evening, Claudie was still in the office. She stood in front of the desk, trying to organize programs and playbills she hadn't finished putting away.

The theater office was a single room, fairly spacious. On one side stood the director's desk, where they had spoken that first time. That corner was almost always empty, her colleagues said. The director was often out and about. At the end of the day, Claudie stayed alone in the office to finish up. Just another ten minutes would do it, she thought. Right after her two colleagues left, the director came back in. Claudie greeted him briefly and kept sorting the playbills and posters.

For a few minutes, Claudie worked diligently. She felt the director sitting at the desk behind her. For some reason she was anxious to make a good impression on him. After a while, the director stood up and approached her, standing beside her at the desk. The theater day was drawing to a close, as no show was scheduled for that evening. So even the director could afford the time for an informal chat with Claudie.

"How are you finding it here with us?" he asked.

"Very well," Claudie answered. It was true. She felt good finally being part of that great creative machine that was the theater.

"Of course, behind the scenes it's a bit different from watching from outside," the director said, moving shoulder to shoulder beside her.

"Yes, exactly," Claudie almost interrupted him. "It's much more intense being part of it from the inside."

Claudie really did love the theater.

"Yes, I know," the director said. He took a couple of posters from the desk, passing close in front of her. "The creative process never stops. It's an energy that transforms you."

"Yes, I feel it that way too," Claudie said immediately, enthusiastic.

"Yes, it's just like an energy that pulls you along..." the director continued. Right at that moment, he put his hand on her far shoulder. He embraced her around the shoulders and handed her a poster at the same time. Then he gently pushed her toward the desk. "Here, take this. Finish this one."

Claudie had a moment of confusion. Maybe she misread the situation. But it turns out she read it perfectly... Because she didn't even have time to get back to work on the posters before the director put a full hand on her ass. He began stroking it back and forth, firmly, still standing beside her. Claudie now looked ahead with a more serious expression. She was uncertain what to do, yet immersed in that unexpected sensation. The director then took her by the shoulder, still caressing her ass, and told her, "Good, continue. Fold the posters." Claudie kept handling the posters on the desk. He positioned himself behind her, both hands on her shoulders and back, and started pressing his already hard dick, tight inside his pants, against the curve of her ass.

Claudie breathed deeply with small moans. The director said, "Since you're so motivated and you like working overtime, I can give you a taste of how it feels to work here." While saying this, his hands reached the zipper of her skirt. He pulled it down, loosening it, and managed to slip a hand underneath. His fingers made contact with her black panties. Claudie placed both hands on the desk now, on top of the posters. Instinctively, she turned her head toward the director to look at him. But he simply told her, "Face forward. Look, you haven't finished with the posters. Continue."

So Claudie, a bit surprised, a bit amused, and a bit excited, resumed handling the posters. The director lowered her skirt completely from behind. He intensely handled her naked thighs and her now nicely exposed ass. She bent further forward over the table. The director leaned over her and whispered in her ear, "Now I'll give you some extra motivation to keep going with the work."

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Claudie tensed up for a moment at the director's command. While she was still about to react, she felt the director's hands expertly move her panties to one side. They were already warm and a bit wet from this unexpected situation. He gave her another order right away. "Continue. Go on with the work," he told her. And at the same time, in a single move, the director slipped two fingers into her pussy.

Claudie let out a loud moan. She felt herself penetrated deeply after a long time. But the director kept talking in her ear, low and brusque, telling her not to stop and to keep working. While she tried to concentrate on the posters and the flyers, she felt his hands exploring her inside more insistently. Now his two fingers moved steadily in and out of her. They touched her clitoris rhythmically, spreading her and opening her lips. The sensation was so strong that Claudie could no longer coordinate on the posters. Her hands hovered in mid-air, uncertain whether to return to work or massage her own tits, desperate to amplify the erotic sensations.

The director spoke to her again without letting up. "Ah, Claudie, I see you're not so motivated in your work. I see you prefer to grab your own tits instead of finishing your task. You're quite the free spirit... Let me help you."

Right after saying this, the director started unbuttoning her blouse from behind. In a few moves, he lowered it, exposing a tight and truly swollen bra. "Now that I think about it, it would be better to do a complete inspection. You know, it's your first day. We want to be sure to know each other from every angle."

Claudie wanted to respond. She wanted to participate in this strange, unexpected game, but she couldn't stop moaning and sighing. She kept hearing herself moan loudly while the director's knowing hand kept taking her nonstop in her pussy. In a moment, he pulled away and unhooked her bra from behind, almost ripping it off. Claudie lifted her arms from the table, letting the bra fall to the ground. The director got rid of her panties from behind. And there was Claudie, completely naked, bent forward over the desk, penetrated and opened by the fingers of the theater director on the evening of her first day of work.

Claudie moaned and sighed in pleasure while the director spoke insistently in her ear, his voice detached. That's when he said, "I want to be honest with you. You need to know that here we don't pay overtime to anyone. So if you want to stay after regular working hours, we need to be sure you're doing this for passion. Is that your case, Claudie? Are you doing this for passion?"

"Yes, for passion, for passion," she managed to say, still panting, his fingers drilling into her relentlessly.

"Well, in that case," the director said, "this passion must be rewarded. And the best way to do that is for you to place your hands on the desk now and stretch forward. Good, just like that. Push your ass out toward me. Exactly. Open your legs a bit. Open your thighs. Yes, good girl."

In a few moments, Claudie felt the director behind her, fumbling to unbutton his pants. Shortly after, she felt the blunt, heavy head of his hard cock approaching her already open, dripping lips.

Claudie settled onto the desk, gripped by a mix of fear and excitement. She abandoned herself to that crazy situation, which culminated a day full of emotions for her. Without thinking too much, she pushed out her ass, naked and bent over the table. She let the director do what he wanted with her.

Then, in one thrust, he shoved his cock inside her at least halfway. Claudie almost screamed. He let her take only one breath. Immediately after, he pushed into her again, burying his cock to the base of his balls.

Then he began driving into her, again and again. She moaned out loud, pressed over the posters, readjusting with her arms, pushing them away in disarray. The director fucked her from behind with more force now that her pussy had adapted to the shape and thickness of his big cock, drilling her continuously.

When she pushed the posters aside on the desk in the middle of being fucked, the director took the opportunity to reprimand her in a broken but sharp voice, "Attention, Claudie, you haven't finished yet. You'll have to put them back in place." She responded with a half scream while he kept pumping his cock into her pussy from behind.

The director kept fucking her like that for a while. Then he put his hands on her shoulders from behind, standing, and pulled her toward him. He pushed her further down while ramming into her even deeper. Claudie, completely open, let herself go. She screamed almost uncontrollably now. She felt taken deeply, submerged by a huge wave of contrasting sensations. She felt warm and wet. The director kept fucking her hard.

Claudie realized she had never fucked like this before. That sensation was really getting to her head. She felt the pleasure from her continuously penetrated pussy already spreading to the base of her thighs. It radiated to the bottom of her belly, announcing an incontrollable orgasm.

The director behind her now panted strongly, yet he was still talking to her, encouraging her with short phrases. "Good, yes. You're doing a good job. Continue like this. Open yourself completely."

And while he talked to her like this, Claudie's legs trembled. To her enormous surprise, she came hard. She felt herself scream with a primordial voice. She felt a strong jolt in her pussy while she pushed her head onto the table, pressed into the posters.

The director laughed out loud hearing her come, continuing to fuck her with vigor. Then he increased the rhythm and pressure of his thrusts even more. Shortly after, he too exploded in an intense burst directly into her pussy.

Claudie felt flooded by a stream of very hot cum entering her inside. With her ass in the air, she almost felt nothing anymore, enraptured by the sensations left by her orgasm. The director sank his last pumps, emptying himself completely inside her.

Then in a moment he pulled out. She looked at him over her shoulder, bent forward, sweaty.

"Everything alright?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, a bit hesitant, still incredulous.

But the director was not in the mood for cuddling. "Good, because in all this I see you haven't finished your work. You made a big mess with the posters. I expect you to finish tonight."

Meanwhile, the director was already buttoning his pants, straightening his shirt.

"So, you like working in the theater?" he asked, with a barely hinted smile.

"Yes, of course," Claudie said, smiling. She tried to put her panties back in place, then the rest of her clothes, a bit embarrassed.

"Good," the director said, still adjusting his shirt and taking his jacket. "Then I hope you'll finish the work soon tonight. We'll see each other tomorrow. You'll see, I'll find something for you to do."

Claudie was left alone again in the office, her blouse still half open, no bra, the programs and posters in her hands. Meanwhile, the director was walking away with large strides. He left the room at once without looking back at her.

This story was written entirely by a human author. © OPHELIO PRODUCTIONS. All rights reserved.

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