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The Interview

5/23/2004

I was nervous. I had been waiting in the lobby for thirty
minutes for my interview, my third, with Ms. Conner. She
was hiring a personal assistant and the job seemed ideal
for me; “busy professional seeking computer literate
assistant for wide variety of tasks. Must be organized,
focused, ambitious self-starter who can adapt quickly
to fast paced, demanding environment. Must take direction
well and have a willingness to embrace new experiences.
College degree preferred.” I had already been through
two interviews, long ones. The job sounded amazing. The
salary was high; it had full benefits, an expense account
and travel perks. With rent overdue, I was salivating at
the prospect of any job, but this one was appealing for a
number of reasons, not the least of which was Ms. Conner.
She was gorgeous. She wasn’t particularly tall, but she
carried herself with exceptional grace, which made her
a bit intimidating at times. She was about my age, perhaps
a couple of years older. Her hair was dark, all one length,
slightly above her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and her
eyebrows were prominent giving her a bit of a predatory
look. It was disconcerting when she stared at me. It felt
good between my legs; at the same time it felt leaden in my
stomach. She asked questions and watched every facial
expression as I fumbled for words.
<br>

Normally I had no squeamishness about interviews. Communication
was my forte and it chafed me that every fool in the world
felt compelled to list ‘outstanding communication skills’
on their resumes. The world was a testament to the innate
human inability to communicate. Unfortunately, my so-called
skills failed me completely in the interview. Many of the
questions that she asked were personal and I wasn’t really
prepared for an interview regarding my habits, hobbies,
interests and personal philosophy towards life. She asked
very little about my professional experience. It startled
me that the words, which normally came to me unbidden, vaporized
when I needed them most. I was a deer caught in the headlights.
It felt like a talk show gone horribly wrong. I was disappointed
when I left, feeling that I had botched my most promising
opportunity. I was dismal thinking of the far less glamorous
office jobs that suddenly seemed to fill my future. I was
surprised and relieved when I was called back for the second
interview, thinking that there was still hope for my dream
job if I could maintain my composure regardless of Ms. Conner’s
line of questioning.
<br>

The second interview allowed me to prepare myself mentally.
She asked the typical questions. What are your three biggest
faults and three greatest strengths? What do you value
the most in your work environment? Where do you want to be
in five years? Afterwards, I felt like I had really nailed
every question with an articulate and unconventional
answer. I was a nervous wreck waiting for the decision.
The second interview had been on a Friday. I had followed
up with a ‘thank you for your time’ tenacity email on Monday.
Tuesday I got the call I had been waiting for, but not the
news that I had hoped. I felt my stomach sink as the receptionist
asked me when I would be available for a third interview.
I wondered if I would be interviewing with someone other
than Ms. Conner. I knew that she was making the final hiring
decision, but I couldn’t think of anything that she had
not already asked me.
<br>

I glanced up at the clock again. Fifteen more minutes had
passed while I considered my prior appointments. I hated
waiting. When I glanced at the receptionist, she gestured
for me to follow her and she led me into Ms. Conner’s office.
She explained that Ms. Conner had been delayed at a lunch
meeting and had called to say that she was in the parking
lot and would be with me in a moment. With that she went back
to her desk in the lobby, shutting the door to the office
as she went. I looked around myself at the office that was
becoming increasingly familiar with each interview.
The furniture was all quite tasteful, professional and
simple with the exception of her desk and chair. They were
imposing. I had thought that it might be over compensation
for her petite stature during my first interview. She didn’t
seem insecure though. In fact, she seemed rather brazen.
I didn’t understand why she needed such a large desk. It
was six feet across and four feet deep. It looked like mahogany
and was quite polished and beautiful. It had ornate iron
sculpture along the corners and edges that looked likes
vines with filigree on the leaves. The vines curved at each
corner to form hooks. The chair was soft dark brown leather,
with a high back and curved arms. There was a large window
behind her desk that looked over the busy traffic congesting
the streets far below. If you didn’t look down, all you saw
was clouds and blue. I really wanted this job.
<br>

I heard the door open behind me and turned to see Ms. Conner
coming in. “Ms. Smith, so sorry to keep you waiting. Traffic
was horrific and my meeting went a bit longer than I anticipated,
” she said with a smile.
<br>

“No problem at all, ” I said aware that she was expecting
me to respond in some obligatory fashion.
<br>

She walked around to her desk, taking a seat. I could see
her transform as she took her throne. She gestured for me
to sit down again. “Well, the good news is that I will be making
a decision regarding the job opening by tomorrow and I have
narrowed the field down to four candidates. You, of course,
are one of the four.”
<br>

“I’m honored, ” I said trying to appear confident, but
not impudent. That may sound easy, but in fact it takes hours
to master in front of a mirror. There are subtle differences
between confident, cocky, smug and arrogant. People give
themselves away more often than they realize. I have been
told that I am very animated so I’ve tried to practice not
giving things away, the art of poker face. I’m terrible.
<br>

She looked at me purposefully, “You should be. We received
243 resumes. I interviewed the top 25 applicants. Only
10 were asked back for the second interview. Now we are down
to the wire with four remaining candidates. I have interviewed
the other three. You are my final interview. Are you nervous?”
<br>

Her candor relieved my anxiety a bit and I answered, “Are
you trying to make me nervous? You needn’t bother. I already
am.”
<br>

She smiled. “This job involves a lot of spontaneity, resourcefulness,
integrity and dedication. What makes you think that you
have what it takes?”
<br>

She listened intently as I told her about my prior successes,
my willingness to learn and my eagerness to work for her.
She had heard all of this in the second interview. All the
compulsory terminology spewed forth: ‘time management’
and ‘team player’ nonsense, it sounded like an MBA dissertation.
As I talked, knowing that I was blathering and should stop,
she only watched my face, looking slightly amused. I could
tell that my nervousness was showing and I stammered to
a stop, feeling my face flush. The phone rang. The timing
was perfect. I was relieved that she was now occupied with
something so that I could gather my wits about me. I really
didn’t want her to see me blush, though I had a feeling that
she already had. Thankfully, my anonymous savior kept
her on the phone for fifteen minutes and I was fully composed
when she turned her attention to me.
<br>

“I am so sorry, but I have to cut this short. I forgot about
an appointment. Obviously I need to hire someone quickly
since I can’t seem to be able to get anywhere on time, ” she
said apologetically.
“I haven’t really gotten to the substance of the job description
or given you the opportunity to properly demonstrate your
potential. My last appointment is at 6 PM, but I should be
available by 7pm. I promise I will be on time and there will
be no further distractions if you can fit that into your
schedule. I completely understand if you have prior commitments.”
<br>

“No, ” I said. “I have no prior commitments. I appreciate
you giving me that opportunity.” I hoped that I sounded
determined rather than desperate. I was sweating and desperately
wanted to get out of her office. I wanted the job, but it was
going to be very difficult to work with her if I couldn’t
get used to something as simple as looking at her. I liked
looking at her though. She was very easy on the eyes. I couldn’t
read her face as she smiled and shook my hand, promising,
once again, to be on time for our evening appointment.
<br>

I only had a few hours to kill so I stopped by a bar for a shot
of Tequila. Normally I am not a drinker, but liquid courage
seemed a handy remedy at that moment. The bar started filling
up by 6 PM. I didn’t want to smell like alcohol and cigarettes
so I walked to a neighboring café and got a shot of espresso,
knowing the caffeine and tequila would bolster my nerves.
The interviewing process was taking so long. The not knowing
was killing me. Anxious anticipation is very draining.
I knew that I didn’t have time to get across town to my apartment
and back again to change clothes. I didn’t know if that would
be appropriate or not. I hoped that she wouldn’t find it
odd if I showed up for my fourth interview in the same outfit
as my third. I didn’t really have much professional attire
in my wardrobe and I had exhausted all of my existing options
over the course of the three interviews. I had decided to
treat myself to a shopping trip if I got the job so that I could
dress the role. The corporate game seemed so trite. There
were so many rules and subtleties to adhere to with office
politics and protocol. Having to wear a costume of sorts
just adds to the effect. That had been my main motivation
for applying to this job. It sounded interesting and you
only had to deal with a couple of people rather than the cross
section of Americana that exists within many offices.
If you weren’t married, with a man, with child or with children,
then you were outside the bubble.
<br>

I had saved my best outfit until last. It was vintage, which
means used, but it was in very good shape. It wasn’t particularly
special, but it did fit well. The skirt was a 40s A-line style
that suited my curves; the jacket was cropped and fitted,
accentuating my breasts. I had decided to go with a simple
silk tanktop underneath the jacket for that casual professional
look. The line of the jacket and the low neckline of the shirt
pulled attention to my chest, but I felt more confident
knowing that I looked good. I don’t know why I had bothered
to dress sexy for an interview with a woman, but I figured
that it couldn’t hurt.
<br>

Time passed quickly and it was 6:30 before I knew it. Her
office was about a fifteen-minute walk so I gathered my
papers and nipped into the women’s lavatory to freshen
up a bit. I tried to psyche myself up in the mirror, but an
elderly woman walked in and I felt foolish talking to myself
and making faces. I walked quickly, trying not to think
too much, trying not to get anxious. I wanted this job. Ms.
Conner was a bit intense, but I liked her. I was drawn to her
self-assurance. She made me nervous when she looked at
me, but that seemed like something that would abate with
time. Perhaps we would become friends if I got hired. I brushed
the thought aside. Friendships could wait; I wanted out
of the normal day-to-day rat race.
<br>

When I arrived, she was in her office, as promised. I registered
at the security desk and he rang up to her. She buzzed me through
security. I made my way through the silent foyer. The building
was empty. Office buildings are eerie when they are empty.
The hectic pace of the day was a stark contrast to the stillness
as every sound echoed through the hallways. I walked quickly
to the elevator, the echo of my footsteps filling the hall.
I rode the elevator up twenty floors, feeling the machine
drone of the lift wrap around me soothingly before the doors
opened, jarring me back to reality. The coffee and tequila
had provided the perfect miss of calm, alert, pseudo-confidence.
I walked through the dimly lit halls to her office. It felt
so different at night. It occurred to me that we were the
only ones on the entire floor.
<br>

From her office, the windows looked out over the lights
of the city, cars rushing and zipping through the night.
She had changed clothes. It looked like she had been out
to dinner. She was wearing a lovely dress. It wasn’t professional
attire at all. It was scarlet red, with a low V-neck that
showed off her cleavage. It was sexy and I felt the nervousness
turn my stomach into lead.
<br>

“Come in. Come in, ” she said as she walked around the desk,
extending her hand to shake mine. “Would you like something
to drink?” Her hands were warm and her grip firm as she took
my hand.
<br>

“No thank you, ” I uttered quietly.
<br>

“That’s too bad. I find that a couple of glasses of wine makes
people honest, ” she laughed.
<br>

I smiled, “in that case, you’re twisting my arm.”
<br>

“That’s the spirit. I think we can be a bit more informal
since it is after-hours.”
<br>

“Yes, Ma’am, ” I said.
<br>

She smiled at that, walking across her office to the wine
bar tucked discreetly into a bookcase. She poured wine
for both of us, handing me a glass before returning to her
throne. Staring across the expanse of desk at me, she sipped
the wine. I didn’t know what to say. The silence only lasted
a few moments. She seemed to be lost in thought. Finally
she said, “I wanted to tell you more about the position.
I am not sure where to begin, because it has a varied and all
encompassing job description. She paused for a moment,
sipping the wine contemplatively, before continuing,
“This is an unconventional job and it requires an unconventional
person. I am a very busy woman. My schedule is demanding
and I have very little time for a personal life. I don’t have
time to deal with all of the details of practical day to day
living. I am looking for someone who can help me balance
the demands of career and domestic household. That includes
dry cleaning, groceries, making sure that I am on time to
appointments and a million other things as they crop up
on a day-to-day basis. I warn you, I am demanding and I may
call you at all hours of the night to take care of my needs.”
<br>

I assured her that I was definitely the right person. “I
will take care of anything that you need at any time, ” I
said, though the look in her eyes was making me anxious and
I had to look away after holding her gaze for a moment. I drank
a gulp of wine to sooth my nerves and turned back to her, “I
would do anything to get this job. It sounds perfect for
me and I’m single so it doesn’t matter what kind of hours
I work.”
<br>

This answer seemed to please her and she paused to refill
her wine glass before continuing, “I require a person who
takes direction well and isn’t afraid to try new things
to get the job done. Creativity and enthusiasm are essential
as well. I work in a high stress environment and the ideal
candidate would know how to relieve my stress.”
<br>

“As I said, it sounds perfect for me, ” I replied quickly
gulping more wine when she looked away. I could feel the
wine working its magic in tandem with the tequila; the heat
was flooding my skin and my body felt warm and cozy despite
my uneasiness.
<br>

“You think so, do you? Well, how about a demonstration?”
<br>

I wasn’t sure what she meant, but I didn’t have time to consider
it. I realized that the decision for the job was being made
imminently and that this was my final opportunity. I responded
without hesitation, “certainly.”
<br>

She asked me to come around her desk and stand in front of
her. I did as she asked, wondering what the test of my skills
would be. She swiveled her chair around to face me as I came
around the desk and said, “we shall see how well you take
direction. Get on your knees.”
<br>

I did as she asked, kneeling in front of her, warm from the
wine, confused and determined to be employed by the time
that I left the building. I looked at her and she held my gaze
as she moved her chair closer to me. She opened her legs still
moving closer. On my knees, my head was between her legs
and when I looked down, I saw that she was wearing nothing
beneath the scarlet dress. I was aware of the muskiness
emanating from her, beckoning me. She parted her legs further,
putting one leg over the arm of her chair. Her skirt rode
up her thighs, around her waist. She was exposing herself
to me, pulling me towards her. Her voice was low as she said,
“your job would be to fulfill my needs, all of my needs, at
my command. Why don’t you show me how you would perform that
job?”
<br>

She put her hand behind my head and pulled me into her. I didn’t
resist. I kissed her inner thighs, tasting her where her
desire had already dampened the skin. I licked the dew away
before kissing her lips, already swollen with arousal.
She put her other leg over the arm of the chair, straddling
it as she reached between her legs to take me into her. My
tongue opened her lips, hungry for the nourishment awaiting
me. I traced the patterns of her lips with my tongue, pausing
at the top to kiss her clit softly. I heard her moan and grip
my hair in her fingers, pulling it slightly and I felt my
body respond. I licked her more assertively, wanting to
taste her sensations.
<br>

“Eat me, ” she moaned as she rubbed herself on my tongue.
<br>

I placed my mouth over her clit, not quite touching, teasing
it with my lips and the tip of my tongue. I could feel her try
to force my head closer but I held back, enjoying her, savoring
her. I could feel how wet she was becoming as her fluids covered
my chin. I darted my tongue into her and felt her body jerk
in response. I waited a second before more slowly using
my tongue to penetrate her as deeply as I could, finding
the fluids thicker and more enticing at this nexus. She
was gyrating a bit in her chair, enjoying my ministrations.
I decided to up the ante. I placed my mouth over her clit again,
this time taking all of her firmly in my mouth, holding on
to the chair to pull her to me. I lightly nibbled her clit,
teasing the end of it viciously with my tongue as I held her
between my teeth. When she couldn’t handle the sensation,
I sucked hard, pulling her clit into my mouth, feeling it
enlarge in response. I felt my body respond to hers. I could
feel myself getting wet. Her fingers were twisted in my
hair as she dug her nails into my head pulling me closer to
her just as I pulled her chair tighter to me. My tongue syncopated
with the rhythm of her movements, teasing, sucking, licking,
biting and kissing her clit. I felt like a cat and she was
my milk. I nursed at her clit like it was teat giving forth
life itself. Her breath became ragged and her eyes closed
as she ground herself into me. I couldn’t breathe, my nose
buried in the warmth and wetness of her mound. I didn’t care
and closed my eyes, caring only about the delicious labial
lollipop in my mouth and the reward that I would soon have
if I could just hold my breath and lick faster. Just as I felt
myself blacking out from lack of oxygen, her legs came off
the arms of the chair and locked around my head. I took advantage
of the brief change in position to grab a breath of air before
being submerged in her. My nose was at clit level and I couldn’t
move so I entered her, fucking her with my tongue while she
rubbed herself against my face with increased urgency.
I felt her stiffen and lift off the chair using my shoulders
as ballast as she came into my mouth. Her body was wracked
by one wave after another as she sated a thirst I didn’t even
know that I had.
<br>

I stayed where I was, unable to move. Her legs were still
around my head though I could move a little bit. She didn’t
open her eyes but she was smiling in a very relaxed and satisfied
way, still wriggling periodically in her chair. I very
lightly cleaned her off, trying to avoid her overly sensitive
clit, though it took great restraint to do so with it so swollen
and tasty in front of me. When I had finished, she looked
down at me and said, “thank you.”
<br>

Looking up at her from between her thighs, I responded,
“You’re welcome.”
<br>

She queried, “Did you enjoy that?”
<br>

“Yes Ma’am.”
<br>

“Did you really?”
<br>

“Definitely.”
<br>

“Prove it.”
<br>

“How?”
<br>

She released me from her grasp and told me to stand up. I felt
self conscious, knowing that my face was covered with her
fluids. I had nothing to wipe it away with so I stood in front
of her, my business suit disheveled with my prospective
employer’s cum dripping from my chin. She pulled her skirt
down and brushed her hair back. She was still flushed and
her eyes were glittering as she ordered me to give her my
underwear. I protested, but she reminded me with a smile
that I was to do as I was told. I reached beneath my skirt as
modestly as I could, removing my undergarment and handing
it to her. She took it from me and felt the wetness of them
before dropping them to the floor. She took my hand and guided
me towards her desk until I stood between her and the desk.
She stood up and unbuttoned my shirt, though she left it
on. She ordered me to take my bra off, dropping it to the floor
when I handed it to her obediently.
<br>

“I want you to turn around with your back to me and bend over
my desk. Reach across the top and hold on to the other side.”
I did as she asked. I was bent at the waist, my breasts pressing
into the cool surface of her desk with her sitting in the
chair behind me telling me exactly how she wanted me to arrange
myself. When I had arranged myself to her satisfaction,
I heard her rustling about in the drawers of her desk. She
lifted my skirt over my back. I felt very exposed and this
only excited me more. She sat back in her chair. I could hear
it creak when she sat down. She told me to look at the desk,
not to look up or turn around. When I glanced back at her,
she smacked me hard on the ass. I felt the sting, but it quickly
spread and created odd sensations throughout my body.
I felt her hands on my, touching me.
<br>

As she ran her hands down my thighs, using her nails to trace
invisible patterns across my legs and my posterior she
asked, “now that you have a better idea of what kind of personal
assistant I am looking for, do you still want the job?”
<br>

“Yes Ma’am.”
<br>

“The fact that you are little more than my paid whore doesn’t
bother you, ” she queried, running a finger through my
lips, parting the hair and revealing the telltale wetness.
<br>

“No Ma’am, ” I responded trying to keep from rubbing myself
against her finger.
<br>

“Judging from your performance, I think that you have done
this before, ” she murmured thoughtfully as she slipped
her finger into me. I couldn’t help but respond with a ragged
sigh, wanting much more.
<br>

“Jesus, you are dripping. You need to be fucked, don’t you?”
<br>

Her words and tender touches were blinding me and I couldn’t
think straight. I felt like my head was in a fog and only my
body remained sprawled on a desk with my legs spread to a
total stranger. I mumbled, “Yes I do.”
<br>

As she lightly stroked and teased my clit, she asked, “How
badly do you want this job?”
<br>

I said, “Very badly, ” my voice husky.
<br>

She withdrew her finger from me and I heard her chair pull
back as she stood up. I looked at the desk, trying to figure
out what she was doing. I heard more drawers and rustling.
I heard her move around the room. I heard her flip on switches
of some sort, but I didn’t look up. I heard her come towards
me after a few moments, her footsteps light on the floor,
and she told me that I could look up. She was nude, wearing
nothing but a menacing looking strap on. She ordered me
to suck the dildo like it was a real cock and she put her hand
to my head and guided my mouth to it. When I started sucking
she gently rocked, pulling it in and out of my mouth, she
put her hands on both sides of my head, with her hands on my
cheeks fucking my mouth while gently caressing my face.
After a few minutes she reached over me and pulled leather
handcuffs from somewhere behind me on the desk. She attached
them to my wrists while I sucked the phallus that she forced
into my mouth. When she had them firmly attached, she withdrew
from my mouth. She walked across the room and turned on the
TV sitting on the bookshelf directly in front of me. I bent
my head up to look at the screen. I was shocked. It was I. That
is to say it was my ass. She had cameras hidden somewhere
behind her desk and my immodesty was revealed to me on the
flickering screen as she walked over to me.
<br>

“Just in case you wanted to claim that I had forced you into
something, ” she explained. “I want to make sure that I
have a visual record in case I need to prove how badly you
want to get fucked.” She walked behind the desk, out of sight,
off camera, to get something, emerging with leather straps
that she attached to the handcuffs. She looped the leather
through the metal hooks that the vines created on her desk,
stretching my arms out from my body until I had to put my head
back down on the desk for comfort. She stroked my head before
walking behind me. I felt her fingers open me as she placed
the head of the dildo between my lips, teasing my clit with
the head of it. She moved her hands down my thighs shoving
my legs farther apart. She rubbed against me shoving my
skirt farther over my head so I couldn’t see. In the darkness,
I could only feel her moving against me. I felt cold where
I was exposed covered in my own fluids. I wanted her to take
me, but she seemed determined to tease. I mumbled “please”
or something to that effect and she laughed.
<br>

She teased my clit as she said, “Please? You’re my whore,
remember? You’re my horny little bitch. I know what you
want. Beg me for it. You are on camera. Make it a good performance.”
<br>

I did beg for it. I pleaded for it, asking her to fuck me and
do unspeakable things to me. Talking dirty seemed to stimulate
her so I found myself saying amazing things that I had never
said to another human being, including my lovers. I slipped
into the role of the whore easily, wanting nothing more
than for her to take me any way that she wished, not caring
about the camera that recorded every indiscretion and
obscenity. Instead I watched the screen as I begged her,
watched her tease me, enthralled.
<br>

As she finally entered me she asked, “Have you ever been
penetrated in your ass?”
<br>

“No.”
<br>

“Well, I think I shall have to break you in…gently, ” she
stated as she fingered me, slowly penetrating me with one
and then two fingers. Her fingers felt slick as she fondled
me, penetrating me slightly with her fingers as she rammed
the dildo deep inside of me. I gasped at the suddenness,
but didn’t protest, which she took as encouragement. As
she removed her fingers from me, I felt a narrow object teasing
me from behind. I looked at the TV and saw her lubing a narrow
vibrator. I felt it vibrate against my anus as she slowly
started fucking me with the strap on. She inserted the vibrator
slowly into my ass. It felt strange, but it wasn’t large
so it didn’t hurt. The sensation of the dildo and the vibrator
was very odd, but after a few seconds I couldn’t get enough
and found myself straining at the wrists bonds as I tried
to meet her every thrust. I felt her increase the speed when
I begged. I liked the results so I begged, talked dirty and
bucked against her to get her to take me more violently.
The edge of the desk pressed into my groin as the rhythm became
faster and more demanding, my body responding with wave
after wave of sensation until I felt the pressure straining
inside of me, groaning as my body gave itself over to her
completely.
<br>

My legs were shaking and I couldn’t stand up. She released
me from my bonds and helped me to the chair in front of her
desk, the interview chair. Before she let me sit down, she
removed all of my clothes, now reeking of sex. She dropped
them to the ground, now littered with discarded apparel.
I was breathless and shaky.
<br>

She sat on the desk in front of me, still nude, staggeringly
beautiful. She cleared everything off of the top of her
desk and looked me over with a smile on her face. “You are
a horny little thing, aren’t you?” I just looked at her,
too dazed to respond.
<br>

“I hope you are, because I am not done with you yet. In fact,
we are just getting started. Your next assignment is to
touch yourself and tell me your darkest fantasies. I want
to know what sort of thing turns you on. I want to know how
deviant you are.”
<br>

I was embarrassed at first, but quickly found that I enjoyed
telling her my sordid thoughts. She enjoyed them. She watched
me with sensual fascination as I teased my clit, fingering
myself, telling her fantasies of orgies, bondage, public
sex, sex with strangers, etc. She was playing with her clit
as well and that made my words flow freely. I could feel myself
recovering from my orgasm, but increasingly hungry with
need as I watched her respond to my fantasies.
<br>

She lay closed. I teased
her nipples with my fingers and mouth, alternating between
a light touch and nails. I kissed her neck, grazing the skin
with my teeth as I followed the line of her chin to her collarbone,
feeling the pulse at her throat. I massaged her, starting
at her feet and moving up her legs. When I got to her groin,
she took my hand and put it between her legs wback on the desk, resplendent and beautiful, with
her eyes closed, visualizing my words as she played with
herself. When she opened her eyes again and held my gaze,
she whispered, “Pleasure me.” I went over to her, touching
her from head to toe as she lay with her eyes ithout opening
her eyes. She guided my finger into her before lying back
again. I touched her, feeling the heat and encouraged by
the wetness. I found my way inside of her. As my finger became
encased in the soft, pillow like lining, I couldn’t resist
tasting her again. With each flick of my tongue I felt her
become wetter and I inserted another finger, which she
willingly opened herself to. Two fingers gave way to three,
then four, and then I found my hand clenched as I shoved my
hand inside of her. She gasped as I filled her completely.
I gasped as I felt her heat, warmth and wetness consume my
hand. I twisted slowly feeling the waves of fluid cascade
over my hand in response. Soon I could turn my hand easily
and open it slightly allowing my fingers to tap and tease
inside of her womb while my teeth and tongue worshipped
her clit externally. I felt my own desire flowing down my
legs as I moved my hand more vigorously; feeling her thrust
down to meet my fist. She pulled at me, tugging me. I followed
her lead, keeping my hand still within her as she made me
straddle her face. I felt her tongue on me, sucking urgently.
I returned the favor, twisting my fist inside of her. She
was open and I could feel the tremors passing through her
womb, the fluids dripping down my arm. My clit between her
teeth, she responded quickly and with urgency. Once again,
I stayed between her thighs to clean her.
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When she sat up again, I could tell she had more deviance
in mind. I was excited by it. I didn’t care about the job anymore.
I just wanted to be fucked by this woman. I wanted to fuck
this woman. I wanted to be marked, claimed and defiled by
this woman. Employment was the last thing on my mind, but
it didn’t need to be at the forefront. As she pushed me to
the floor and straddled my face ordering me to feed at the
fountain again, I knew that I had a job.

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Very Very Hot!

12/25/2005

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Great writing! Excellent details. I could actually picture
the scenes from the details. Where's Part 2?

3/7/2006

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This made me so hot! It would be a dream come true for me!

4/9/2006

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OH HELL YES IS SHE STILL TAKING APPLICATIONS

4/9/2006

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That was incredible, I could picture that also. When I got
to the part where she handcuffed her I was done. I didn't
even get to finish the rest of the story. That was incredible.
I will be able to sleep tonight now. Thanks!! LOL

4/9/2006

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too long! a very good story, i wish i could interview you.

4/10/2006

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without question, that was the hottest story i have ever
read. as i read it, i could picture it, from the detail you
gave. when you are ready to hire an assistant, let me know,
i promise to be a very good employee and obey all orders.
loved it.

4/10/2006

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This was an OUTSTANDING article!! I've been thinking
of hiring my own assistant, after reading this I have a completely
new set of questions to be asking. Thank you and you did a
great job with this.

4/10/2006

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WOW! That was one fantastically highly erotic story! To
long, no way! I wanted it to continue. I love the attention
to detail, I wish more people would do so in their story telling.
I could actually picture you bent over the desk and getting
fucked by her. Keep up the good work and I can't wait
to hear the next story.

4/10/2006

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Absolutely one of the best stories I have ever read on here.
thank you fro a wonderful look into the psyche of a deviantly
sexual woman, who knows what she wants and goes after it.

4/10/2006

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Absolutely one of the best stories I have ever read on here.
thank you for a wonderful look into the psyche of a deviantly
sexual woman, who knows what she wants and goes after it.

4/10/2006

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i want an interview wowwwwwwwwww

4/11/2006

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Unbelievably erotic, hot, sexy, and fantastic. A fantasy
and a dream come true for me. Please, please, PLEASE don't
stop writing, as this is one of the best, highly detailed,
most graphic pieces I've had the pleasure to read here.
Cheers and Ciao.

4/12/2006

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Definetly among the best ever! If you are in need of a assistant
to assist you with all your duties, I would like to apply
and go through a interview with you, surely you could use
a assistant.

4/14/2006

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That is by far one of the best articles I have ever read.

4/20/2006

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Can you get me an interview?

4/21/2006

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Written (intelligently) with feeling...starts slow
but builds to a rock hard climax...literally.

4/21/2006

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Very well written. Brings readers to their own climax...[COLOR
blue]

5/9/2006

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Loved it........Very sexy and erotic.

5/9/2006

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Sensational, had me hard as rock

5/10/2006

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excellent Story. I wish i had a boss who interview like that
and make it an everyday part of the job.

5/10/2006

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You're hired! Your writing style is phenomenal...now
I want more. If I get down on my knees will that make a difference?!

5/10/2006

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You're hired!! Thank you...may I have another?! Your
writing style is phenomenal, leaves me wanting more. If
I get down on my knees will that make a difference?!

5/10/2006

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Wow...I wrote a story also titled, "The Interview".
I don't feel I can post it now after reading yours...damn!

5/11/2006

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Nice story but entirely too long... now your handle is not
even on here...lol.

5/12/2006

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Absolutely THE best erotic stoey I have ever read. Full
of detail, but not trashy. Had me wishing I was a high powered
female exec.

5/12/2006

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Very good read! One for the ages!

8/1/2017

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Please continue this story

8/8/2017

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Been reading here a while and this is the best so far

11/18/2017