Date: Thu, 17 Jan 2008 06:18:29 -0700
From: Paige Turner <wetwriter@hotmail.com>
Subject: New Job: My Interview, Chapter One

  I hate interviews. I've been on six this week already, all with
companies that don't seem like anywhere I would want to work. But
then who really wants to work? The company today seems a little better,
from what I've read and what I've heard. I'm meeting with one of the
partners of a CPA firm. I'm nervous. The only contact I've had has been
with one of the partners, but he's going out of town ... some annual
golfing trip to Phoenix. He said that I would either be meeting with
Jordan or Mike. I wonder if either of them has even seen my resume or
knows anything about me. As usual, I'm making sure that I have extra
copies of my resume ... just in case.

  I'm wearing a suit with a skirt. Not a stuffy suit, but something
professional-yet-fashionable, with a silk camisole underneath. I've
pulled my long, thick brown hair back in a professional manner. I feel
much more comfortable with the curls flowing down my back, but
interviewing is all about playing a role. My black suit, my black heels,
my conservative make-up, my hair pulled up, my stockings ... all give me
that professional appearance. Underneath, however, is a different story.
My 38D breasts are concealed underneath my sheer pink bra. My pussy, just
Brazilian-waxed yesterday, is covered by the matching sheer pink thong.
My nude-colored stockings which seem professional, are thigh-highs held
up by my pink garter belt.

  I take a deep breath and a final glance at the mirror before I leave my
car. I check-in with the receptionist who says that somebody will be with
me shortly. I certainly hope that Greg told them to expect me. I'm trying
not to look nervous as I sit there waiting ... and waiting ... and
waiting. People are walking past me, back and forth, but nobody stops to
talk with me. Great. Nobody wants to take the time to meet with me. Five
more minutes and I'm out of here.

  I hear somebody approaching and hope beyond hope that this will be one
of the partners. I look up to see the person approaching me. Can't be.
That can't possibly be Jordan or Mike or any of the partners. Impossible.
That's not even an accountant. This must be the assistant to one of the
men I'm expecting to meet.

  "Hi, Paige. I'm Jordan. Greg told me all about you. Shall we head to my
office?"

  {I think I spoke to her. I'm sure I did. I'm sure I exchanged
pleasantries. That's what you do at an interview, right? Only, I don't
remember saying anything. Other than the, "DAMN! What a beautiful woman!"
that I was saying in my head. At least I hope I only said that in my
head. I remember looking at her mouth as she spoke. Her words poured
freely from those full, red lips. Beautiful lips. Soft lips.}

  I stand and shake her extended hand. I notice that her hands are so
soft, so smooth; her long fingers are capped by perfectly-manicured nails
painted a soft shade of red.

  As she guides me to her office, I follow slightly behind her. I notice
the silkiness of her blonde hair, straight and falling just at the collar
of her jacket. I also notice her small tight ass, hugged by her short
skirt. My eyes trail down her body and linger on her bare legs, lightly
tanned as if she just returned from a Caribbean vacation; her calves are
toned, and her ankles are lovely .... a silver ankle bracelet resting at
the top of her red 4-inch heels.

  As we enter her office, she directs me to the chair opposite her desk.
I sit down and reach into my portfolio to hand her a copy of my resume
and references. She glances over it, refreshing her knowledge, as we
begin talk about the company (what do you know about us ... why would you
want to work for us ... what intrigues you about this position). We
discuss the position; we discuss my experience. When we turn to my
education, she mentions that she, too, graduated from the same university
I attended. We realize that we had both lived in the same apartment
complex, if just a few years apart; we had many of the same professors;
we have similar experiences that lead to more conversation than
interview.

  Time has gotten away from us. Somebody knocks on the door to say that
he's leaving for lunch but left some files for her. He leaves, shutting
the door, and she looks at me smiling.

  "Do you have any lunch plans? We could continue this interview over a
meal, if you'd like."

  We both agree that lunch would be nice. She grabs her briefcase; I grab
my things. She tells the receptionist that we will be gone for about an
hour and to hold her calls; we're going to the club for lunch. We get
into her sleek black BMW 330xi and start heading to her club (I think
that seeing the club will give more insight into her, into her beliefs,
into the company in a way). We're talking the entire way, but not one
word is spoken about the company or the position or my resume. We pull
into the entrance to the club, but she turns off onto a side-street
before we reach it. She pulls into a driveway and I realize that we are
at her house. I'm thinking that she has just forgotten something and is
picking it up. Maybe she's just on auto-pilot and is just used to pulling
into her driveway after work.

  Wrong. She says we'll be eating here. I'm getting a bit nervous, but
I'm also getting excited. I follow her through the front door. She walks
into the kitchen and grabs an ice-cold bottle of water for each of us. I
reach out for it as she hands it to me. But, she won't release the
bottle. Both of us are holding the bottle and she teasingly pulls me into
her. I've never with an employer or anyone with power over me, and I've
definitely never been with a woman. I know that everything is my
decision, that I am in control of how far things go. But this risk, this
wondering of what will happen, what will this mean for the job .....

  I let her pull me into her, closer and closer. She kisses me softly. A
woman's lips on mine. The kiss seems so different. I think I'm just being
too tentative, too afraid. I give in and let the moment happen. The soft
kiss intensifies. My body is tingling. I can't believe my interview has
turned into this. And I'm enjoying it.

  She removes her jacket. She's only wearing a red bra beneath it. Her
tits are amazing. I can't wait to see them completely exposed. She
removes my jacket, and I feel her hands sliding down my arms.

  She suggests we move to her bedroom. I take her hand and walk beside
her, loving the building anticipation.

  We enter her room and she slides off her skirt. Mmm .... a red g-string
to match her red bra. She is like a little vixen ... red lips, red nails,
red bra and panties, and those red stiletto heels. Oooh .... and her
tight athletic body. So tight. So smooth. I undress to my pink bra,
panties and garter, leaving on the thigh-highs but kicking off my
conservative heels. I join her on the bed. She is over me .... her body
on mine, her tits against mine, her pussy against mine ... as we resume
kissing. I reach under me and undo my bra. I reach around and undo hers.
Her beautiful tits .... implants, but beautiful. Her hard, dark nipples
are rubbing against mine now. My pussy is tingling. She is grinding her
cunt against mine. Amazing. She reaches down and slides her hand between
our cunts. She is rubbing my clit, but I think she's getting just as much
out of it. She sits up and removes my panties, removes hers, too.
Completely bare, completely smooth. She is still wearing those shoes. How
hot.

  She sits on top of my pussy, her feet at my abs, her hands on my
thighs. She is grinding against me hard. Everything is so wet now, our
juices mingling together. I grab onto her ankles as I thrust my pussy up
against hers. Gawd, I'm about to cum and there hasn't been any
penetration. Wow. She is so hot. I sit up a bit so that I can see her
spread pussy smacking against me. She is so hot. I can't believe I'm with
a woman. With a potential employer. What am I doing? WHO CARES?!?!?!

  I'm cumming now, and it's amazing. She is too. Her cum is practically
shooting out of her, down onto me. I reach down and run my fingers
through it. I need to taste her, to taste another woman's cum.

  I think we're done, that we'll awkwardly get up, clean up, and head
back to the office. She has other plans.

  I sit up and start to get off of the bed. She tells me to stay on the
bed and that she'll be right back. She walks into her large closet and
comes out with a small box. She has an ornery look on her beautiful face.

  She sits on the bed and turns me towards her. She spreads her legs
(what great thighs she has!) and tells me to do the same. She scoots
closer to me, putting her legs over mine, her knees bent. She reveals
what is in that box: a double-ended dildo. I've heard of them, but never
seen one ... and definitely never used one.

  She places one end in her mouth and moves toward me. I do the same as
we lubricate this cock-substitute with our saliva. She slides the cock-
head deep down her throat as I hold onto the other end with my lips tight
around it. We pull it out and each guide an end into our already very wet
pussies.

  We hold hands as we each lean back, tilting our pussies up for better
angling. We are rocking together, balancing by holding onto each other.
Her legs are tightening around me, pulling me closer, driving the cock in
deeper. Each thrust of mine drives the dildo farther into her ... the
same goes for her thrusts into me. I'm watching her expressions, watching
her body, watching her tits, watching her pussy taking in that cock. Her
clit is hard and exposed. I would love to suck on that, but I'm about to
cum. She knows it and slows her thrusting, teasing me, making me wait.

  I can't wait. I'm gonna cum and I tell her that. She grabs my hands
tightly, clamps her legs around me and thrusts so damn hard. That cock is
so far inside of me I don't think it's ever coming out again. I scream
out in pain, scream out in pleasure. She slides the cock out of her and
grabs on to it, thrusting it into me again and again. I've never cum so
much in my life. She won't let up. She just keeps the orgasm going and
going. She's rubbing my clit, penetrating my pussy. Damn, she's like the
energizer bunny. My body is thrashing on the bed. I have never felt
anything so wonderful. She eventually pulls out and then licks my pussy.
Shivers overcome me.

  She kneels beside me smiling. "You know, you don't have the job, yet.
Are you still sure you want to work for us? I'm not sure, really, if
you're the right person for the job."

  "Whatever it takes, I'll do it. Please, I'm the right person. Tell me
what you want, what you need."

  I wait. She doesn't say a word. She just sits there staring at me, her
bright red lips, her soft skin .... what is she thinking?

  She quietly moves up the bed and  ............. oh, wow .............

  She is kneeling over my face, lowering that beautiful pussy down over
my mouth. "You got to cum with the dildo .... now it's my turn for more
pleasure."

  I gladly thrust my tongue deep into her pussy, feeling her warm juices
on my tongue. I move my right hand up to rub her clit furiously as she
rides up and down on my hard tongue protruding from my lips. Ahhh, I
think she's having a clitoral orgasm judging from her moans and the
response of her pussy.

  She's moving so fast now. I'm lifting my head off the bed to get into
her deeper. I want to crawl inside of her .... to live in her pussy.

  Especially now! She's cumming. She's driving her hips down hard onto my
face. I'm covered in cum .... and it's wonderful. Her hips won't stop. I
wrap my arms around her smooth, muscular thighs and pull her down even
harder against me.

  She's cum. She's done. She rolls over beside me, kisses me
passionately.

  "Can you promise that you will work just at hard at the job as you just
worked at pleasing me?"

  "I promise .... and if I ever slack off, you can bring me back here and
show me just how hard you want me to work."

  "You've got the job. And your first duty is to please me all over
again."

  With that, we start back at the beginning: kissing, exploring,
grinding, tasting .....