Kinky Interview
The interviewers—the woman and the two men — gave her such nice smiles. Her short skirt, so short that the whole of her thighs were exposed when she crossed her legs, had done the job.
Add into that her bright red lipstick, perfectly curated make-up with the long eyelashes and, of course, a blouse unbuttoned so far down they should have said something. But none of them wanted to. All three of them wanted to stare, drool and imagine their cock between them or their pussy riding them. Agh, she knew she’d got the intern position for sure.
But what other positions would she get?
“Now, Stephanie,” the boss said, the one sitting in the center; we just have one or two extra questions, especially for you. I feel I can say on behalf of the other two that you seem more than qualified, at least in theory, so I just want to see what extra you could bring to the office.”
“Of course, I want to be as useful as I can. I want to give my whole self. My body and soul to the company and help anyone out in whatever way I can. Anyway, at all. I mean it. I don’t hold back.” And she slowly uncrossed and crossed her legs the other way. ClassicBasic Instinctmove. They will all have got an eyeful of her waxed, smooth tight pussy.
“No, no, I can see that.” The boss was getting flustered. Oh dear! She couldn’t help it; it was just the way she was made.
“So, yes, if, for example, I needed you to work late, just you and me in the office, would you be comfortable with that?”
“Yes, of course. I want to work as hard as I can, and I won’t let you down.”
“I mean, don’t worry, I have a wife.”
She laughed a little, “Oh no, I don’t worry about a wife.” She misunderstood him on purpose, and he gave her the biggest grin.
She had never had a problem with sucking off her friend’s Dads, and lots of them were married. At her Mum’s office, she’d worked there one summer and often helped men relieve their stress in the stationary cupboard, the disabled toilet or the board room. It wasn’t such a big deal to yank a cock off or bend over to take one up the ass. She tried so hard to stay a vaginal virgin, but it was hopeless in the end!
The woman now spoke: “I have to work away a lot, and I often need an assistant to go with me and carry my bags, so to speak. Would you be able to do that? Would you be willing to go the extra mile?”
“I’ll go as far as you want me to go. Probably further.”
“And to save money, we share a room. Is that ok?”
“Of course, I don’t mind sharing a bed even. I’ve shared beds with plenty of girlfriends before, and it’s always been really nice.”
Oh yes, she wasn’t just a slut for the boys, well, the men, to be honest, but also for her girlfriends. She made so many of them cum in ways their boyfriends couldn’t. She got a lot of respect and was in great demand for college sleepovers.
“Well, I’m satisfied,” the woman said, turning to the other two.
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The other man shook his head a little. “I’m not yet, I have to be honest. What I want to know is not how you’ll be with us three, although your obvious compliance to our needs does you credit, but how you will be with the others.
For example, you’ve been working all day on our needs and our demands, but what happens when the others, the general office staff, also need a bit of your attention? What are you going to do? Are you going to be a snob and only do your best for those of us on the big salaries, or are you going to get on your hands and knees and work jolly hard for the underlings as well?
I say this not to put you on the spot, but I’m in HR, and I know how important it is to keep your staff happy. I don’t want you waltzing in, getting all our help and attention for this to cause jealousy and bitterness in the others as they watch you get a leg up. I want to know you are going to bend over backward and, in fact, whichever way they need you to bend over to make their lives a little easier, happier, and more satisfying.”
She paused for a long time before speaking. This wasn’t because she didn’t know what to say or that she couldn’t answer in the affirmative, but because of a memory it sparked.
A recent memory.
Only last weekend.
A friend had invited her to a frat party on one condition that she fucked every man who was there.
She knew it wasn’t a good deal as she’d not see any of the party, as she’d be on her back all night, but that wasn’t how she looked at it. She wanted to be the best slut that ever lived. She wanted to give back to the world what she’d been given by God: a booming hot body and a powerful sexual appetite. It was time to start practicing the gangbang.
Forty-plus men later and a complete lack of ability to walk anymore, she knew she had started on that route to hosting a perverts paradise whenever she was out. The company didn’t have forty employees altogether, she didn’t think, so no, no way would she struggle to fuck them all if that’s what part of her job would be.
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“Yes. Yes I can do all of them, I mean all of that. I’d be delighted to. I have experience in back-breaking work, and I’m a genuine people pleaser.”
The man who asked the question nodded strongly and gave a thumbs up.
The boss spoke again, “Looks like you’ve got the blowjob. Ha! I mean job.”
“I can start right now,” and she slipped from her chair and crawled under their desk…
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