Elise - Slutty Intern Ch. 03

***This is chapter three of a multi-part series. You'll want to read the preceding chapters first to get to know the characters and setting. If you have feedback, feel free to share it. Send me a message or write a comment. I hope everyone understands this is fiction. If you're anonymous and complain something is offensive or unsexy, I honestly couldn't care less.

Immediately after our intern meeting, our boss, Mr. Sumrall, headed back to headquarters and Elise and I found ourselves in our small office. It had been a consequential walk, because Cody had as good as made public their tryst with the plant manager. But we quickly moved on.

Our office was actually a small internal room with two tables serving as desks, a couch, and no windows at the end of a little used hall. There was a minute of quiet as we started to boot up our work stations, and then Elise got up and came over to me.

"Kevin, I'm so sorry about last night and this morning," she said. It sounded like she meant it, and there was a lot emotion in her words. Her voice was even but waivered a bit. I don't want to say she was on the verge of crying, but it seemed there was that possibility.

"I think I know how things started, but it was just so crazy how it ramped up and continued. It was unprofessional do that to you at a work dinner. It was a bitch move to have you catch me making out with him -- just a few weeks after...our own experience. And it was bad that you had to come in and see me like I was this morning."

She put her head down in her hands. Again, she wasn't crying. She just looked numb. I'm sure she was exhausted. If she'd slept, it wasn't for more than a few minutes at a time. Maybe it was a moral hangover. Maybe, though, she just might not like to have her debauchery hurt anyone.

"Elise, I won't say I was happy about last night or this morning, but I hope you realize that I don't think you're a terrible person. I do think there's some things you need to work out, but you're young. If you want to cut loose every now and then, go for it. My unsolicited advice to you is that you keep things above board when there's a big work obligation?especially if it affects us both. I'm glad I could help this morning, but that obviously put me in an awkward spot."

"I'll keep my shit together," she conceded.

In my head, I was thinking her shit was probably far from together after the ass pounding she got at 3:00 a.m. this morning. But, hey, you've got to keep some things to yourself.

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That weekend, we both stayed pretty close to our apartment. Elise came over to hang out, and it was great. We watched movies, cooked some food, explored the area a little. But we didn't have any drinks. Alcohol seemed to be the lighter fluid for Elise's sex-drive fire, and she seemed to be deliberately avoiding it to cool off following her marathon sex session with Cody.

It was weird, but I couldn't believe how quickly we settled into hanging out, not giving much thought to our own hookup or Elise's other activities. In fact, I don't think she had any idea how much I knew how much of her evening.

The Invite

After our laid back weekend, the work week passed rapidly. We kept coming in as usual, doing our normal tasks, just anxious to find out the status of our 'emergency work.' We had both cancelled our 4th of July vacation plans for the upcoming weekend, and we had both mentally prepared ourselves to hunker down in the office.

That made it particularly nice when we got the following e-mail:

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To:Summer Intern Class

From:Sumrall, Vincent

Date:July 1

Re:Reprieve