My Interview With Jennifer
The ad seemed simple enough. “Help wanted. Full-time work in a professional atmosphere. Duties include but are not limited to…” All that corporate jingo. I couldn’t wait to have a work life, I was living with my mom and wanted a reason to be out of the house and working, so I prepared my best suit and made an appointment.
I wasn’t really thrilled with the suit. I was more of a dress girl myself, but hey, “ you dress for the job you want.” And I wanted the job. Living with my mom sounded great in theory, but I was 25 and the lack of freedom was… restricting. Staying out late wasn’t something she forbade, but she was a light sleeper and I was **** of clumsy. I’m sure if I asked, I could bring a boyfriend or something over, but… you know. There was no way I was doing that while I still lived with her.
So, here I was, at Parallax Systems, with precisely zero previous work in the office industry, looking up at the several-stories-tall building, doing my best not to get cold feet. Like all office buildings, the place was a maze, though luckily a helpful receptionist gave me directions where to go. It was one of those buildings that had several corporations in it, so I had to go through several hallways and two elevators just to find my way.
At the end of the last hallway, I saw a window that read, “Parallax Systems: The Optimal Solution.” Giving a sharp exhale and clearing my throat, I opened the door to find a waiting room of sorts, with a secretary typing away.
Like me, she was wearing a grey suit, but unlike me, it complimented her tanned skin beautifully. I was always a little embarrassed of my paleness – it seemed like no matter how hard I tried to tan, I’d either remain painfully white or get badly burned. She had a **** of stern face when she typed, but the rest of her was hidden behind her computer and desk. Upon seeing me, her stern face disappeared, revealing instead a dazzling smile that almost made me think she was in the wrong industry.
“Hello there! I assume you’re Rachel?”
I smiled. “Yes, I am!”
“Hi, I’m Jennifer. Welcome to Parallax! Mr. Laurent is just finishing up a meeting right now, but he’ll buzz me as soon as he’s done. Would you care to take a seat?”
“Oh,” was all I said in response. I could get flustered easily, and it was clear this poor woman had to do a lot of PR work given her professional voice. I walked over to the chairs on the other side of the room sat down, and checked my phone.
I think I just wanted to be distracted by anything rather than thinking about the upcoming interview, but Jennifer was distractingly attractive – I didn’t swing that way – but she was the type of person who was definitely a headturner.
Jennifer’s eyes were a beautiful hazel, the rare **** of eyes you only see once a year or something, the **** that make you stop in your tracks and say, “Woah.” My own blond hair was done up hastily in a **** of ponytail, but Jennifer’s was done in a gorgeous French Roll. It looked so good on her that I began to feel as though I should have spent more time on my hair, in case this was a thing Mr. Laurent liked in his employees.
I frowned and looked down. It probably was not helping my confidence to keep comparing myself to this woman, especially a woman already working for Mr. Laurent, and trying to look for differences. Something in the air was making me nervous. It was likely the impending doom of the interview coming up, but… it felt like there was something else going on.
“Oh, by the way, did you happen to bring a second copy of your resume with you?” Jennifer interrupted me out of nowhere.
I shifted in my seat. “Uh, no, should I have?”
“No, no, it’s okay. I was just thinking, perhaps to help you out, I could look over your resume before the interview began, just in case there’s something I know Mr. Laurent will point out or something.” She flashed me another smile. “Just looking out for you!”
“Oh, that’s s-sweet,” I replied. What was wrong with me? “Are y-you sure? I don’t want to distract you from your work.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me!” she replied, smiling warmly. “I’m, uh, actually nearly finished my workload for the day.”
I looked at the clock, then back at her. “It’s not even lunch yet!”
She chuckled and gave me another dazzling smile. “What can I say? My hands know how to get the job done.”
The way she said it wasn’t suggestive or anything, just said factually, but I could feel myself blushing. I could be a little crowd-shy at times, but I never got this flustered usually. I turned away to my tote bag, hoping to hide my face from her until my blushing went away, and retrieved my resume from my bag. “I just have the one, but if you want, we could go over it, if you want.”
She smiled at me, clearly used to flustered behavior from interviewees. “Sounds like a plan,” she laughed. “May I see it?”
I handed the paper to her, for some reason deciding to avoid looking her in the eye. I needed my iconic steely resolve that everyone totally knew me for, so I couldn’t spend it frivolously on anyone but my interviewer.
She smiled and raised her eyebrows at me as she took the paper, accidentally touching one of my fingers in the process. For whatever reason, I retracted my hand and went quickly to sit back down, leaving her to look over my resume while I sat, waited, and moved my thighs together in my seat.
After a few seconds, she lifted her head to where she thought I was, then confusedly looked over to where I was. A confused expression still painted on her face, she half-chuckled at me. “Don’t you want to go over this together?” she asked me, a melodic tone to her voice.
“Uh… oh,” I mumbled, getting up, squeezing my legs together subconsciously. “Yeah, of course.” I walked over to her, leaning against the desk and craning my neck so I could get a better view.
Jennifer started going over the resume with me, pointing out certain things on the paper and explaining to me which things I should emphasize and which things I should skip over, supplementing the advice with pointers about Mr. Laurent, the types of questions he sometimes asked, and what he’s looking for as answers. Eventually I had to put a hand down on the paper and stop her.
“Jennifer… if I can, uh, call you Jennifer…” I clumsily began. I was definitely blushing.
She laughed puzzledly. “Feel free! I mean, that is my name…”
“I really appreciate this, but… why are you helping me out like this? Do you help out all of the people that come here looking for a job?”
Jennifer looked down and bit her lip, smirking. I felt my suit jacket get tighter across my breasts. I shifted in place. “Okay, fine, you got me,” she half-laughed. “Truth is, Mr. Laurent has a bit of a… standard around here. A few basic expectations. And along the way, I’ve gotten to understand a lot of those expectations, and make a couple of my own. So, I help those who…” She looked back up at me. “…I want to get the job. You know, my favorites.”
My breath was caught in my throat. I squeezed my thighs together again. Was I getting… wet? No. This had to be some **** of coincidence or something. I gave a nervous chuckle and looked back at her. “And I’m… one of your favorites?”
She gave me that brilliant smile. The one I was weak for. “You’re certainly impressive so far. I’m just doing what I can to help someone out. Us girls sticking together.”
I looked from the paper slowly back to her face. She said nothing, but smiled at me and looked back down at my resume. Her scent was so strong it practically clouded my vision. I couldn’t describe her scent – some **** of combination of perfume, something deep and fruity, mixed with… something else deep. It’s like, a smell you’ve smelled before once, but only once, and it’s the best thing on the planet. You just want to keep inhaling it forever. Forever.
“Did you hear me?” Jennifer’s voice brought me back to life. “Your mind seems… elsewhere.” I gave my head a shake. “Uh, sorry. Nerves. Could you repeat that?”
Jennifer stared at me for a few seconds and finally cleared her throat. “Is something going on, Rachel?” she asked me.
“No, nothing,” I lied. Of course something was wrong, I could feel a heat growing between my legs, burning brighter by the second, to the extent where I wasn’t going to be able to stand for much longer. “Just nerves!”
“Because it seems like something is wrong,” Jennifer continued, standing up. “And if something is bothering you, we can’t have you seeing Mr. Laurent like that.” She was maybe a few inches from my face. “And as his secretary, it’s my duty to make sure the interview goes as smoothly as it can,” she continued, speaking just above a whisper.
I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I couldn’t take it anymore. I now knew what was happening to me. My pussy was practically pulsing in my pants. I didn’t know what was going on today, or what came over me, but I wanted to fuck this woman, badly. Right now. I don’t know who made the first move, me or her. I didn’t care. Within a second, our open mouths were attacking each other, our bodies practically sealed by the lips, with our well-dressed bodies grinding against each other. I melted, bringing my arms around Jennifer, and in response, she grabbed my body, still kissing me passionately, and pushed me against the wall. Her tongue entereded my mouth as she ground her hips against me with a purpose and passion I had never felt before from any man. All I could do was attempt to keep up and take her tongue and submit to her, which I eagerly did.
I have no clue how much time had passed before she finally retracted her mouth and loosened her grip on me. When she did, she smiled at me through mischievous, half-squinted eyes, like I was a conquest she had won or something. I never felt anything like what I felt for this woman right at this moment. Still looking at me, she made her way over to the front door, locking it, inspecting the blinds in front of the window afterwards. After she was satisfied that no one could peek in, she put a finger to her lips and picked up her phone, dialing one number and putting it to her ear.
“Hi, Mr. Laurent? …Yes, I’m with her now. …Actually, we were hoping to have a bit longer in the pre-interview… yes, that’s right, just a few things. You understand, right? …Wonderful! … Fantastic, thank you so much.” She put down the phone and looked at me. “We have the room to ourselves.”
Even though I was wet and never wanted anyone more, the extremeness of the situation was starting to get to me. “C-can we know for sure that no one is going to just burst in on us? A-and the noise-”
Jennifer put her finger to my lips and donned her most innocent expression. “Good employees know how to say many things in few words,” she told me in a very serious, yet almost sickeningly sweet voice. “And as we all know, actions speak louder than words.”
With that, she approached me again, pushing me back against the wall, aiming for my neck this time. All thoughts of nervousness left my brain as I could think about nothing but her hot lips on my neck, her hips pushing and grinding against mine, and the moans coming out of my mouth without my thinking, moans I had never even heard myself make before.
I ground my hips back against her and felt the very welcome intrusion of her teeth in my neck, biting down hard, but not too hard. Enough to make me whimper and squirm. While I was busy being enveloped by the pleasure of her kisses and bites on my neck, Jennifer was busy working my suit jacket off. Once I realized what she was doing, I helped her work my jacket off, rewarding her with a view of my white blouse. It was clear from the look in her eyes that she wanted the shirt off too, but she was preoccupied with her own suit jacket first.
I gasped when it came off. Even through her work shirt, it was clear that Jennifer wasn’t wearing a bra! She noticed where I was staring and gave a low laugh. “Surprised?” she asked seductively, her voice like butter, as she undid her buttons one by one. “Ever seen a woman’s tits before?” she asked knowingly, nearly all of the buttons undone.
I shook my head dumbly, staring at her chest. “Not like this … I’ve never been with a woman before.”
“Mm, I thought not. Good, I like straight girls. Now come here and see what you’ve been missing,” she said, releasing her shirt with perfect timing.
I thought Jennifer she had a perfect body with clothes on. Her small breasts were absolutely perfect. They were tanned like the rest of her flawless skin, with the exception of course of her much darker nipples. She had such cute areolae, shaped with little polka-dots of blackness that came together, instead of my exact circles Jennifer would no doubt be seeing soon. Her nipples stood proud and erect, with her left one pierced; my pussy throbbed at the idea of sucking that one first. I came into this office thinking I wasn’t into girls, but now here I was, realizing her pierced nipple was one of my biggest fetishes ever.
It wasn’t long before we were on the floor of the office, my back against the shag carpeting of her secretary office with her small tits in my face, waiting me to suck them. I couldn’t control myself and greedily took the pierced one, taking it into my mouth and sucking hungrily. Jennifer winced and lightly pulled back at the sudden pain. “Easy, baby!” she laughed with pain in her voice. “I know they’re irresistible but go slow. This isn’t a race. Run your tongue over them. Tease me before you dive into it. Build up to the pleasure, don’t just rush into it.”
I eagerly obeyed every order she gave me like a little puppy, eager to please her and be pleased in return. I would have done anything for her. She smiled so confidently as her body melded with mine from above. I loved the feeling of her body on top of mine. I could get so very used to this. I now wanted to get this job so badly, just so I could be greeted with this every day.
Jennifer began to moan as I began to suck and nibble on her nipples in earnest. I could feel her arousal grow as her hips began to grind against mine, looking for pressure on her pussy. She was losing control and wanting it nearly as badly as I did.
She kept biting her bottom lip and smiling hungrily at me, knowing that I was becoming someone different than the woman who entered this building. I could feel my mine rewiring erotically to only want her, to please her, to love her. And she was loving every second of it. Eventually, she began shuddering on top of me, and held up a hand to get my attention. I think you deserve to know what this feels like yourself.”
I sat up as she got off of me, and I began to unbutton my blouse. earning a soft chuckle from her. Jennifer helped me undo the last few buttons, smiling at me and stealing every kiss she could get from me along the way. Eventually, the blouse was gone, leaving only my lace bra. I could see the lust in Jennifer’s eyes as her hands gently ran over the fabric of my bra, lightly pinching my nipples, I could feel them getting harder as she pinched them. Jennifer’s mouth met mine and I felt her hands reach around me and unsnap my bra. She slowly slipped it down my arms and off. It was one of the most erotic things I had felt
When my bra was off, Jennifer took some time to appreciate what was in front of her. She eyed me all over and, as always, bit her bottom lip in seduction. Her eyes focused on mine. “You’re so beautiful, Rachel,” she told me in awe. Without another word, she inched forward, bringing her mouth to my chest, looking me in the eyes asking for permission before continuing. I nodded.
She extended her tongue forward, and began slowly, opting to trail upwards to my nipples from the middle of my chest . She arrived at my right nipple and began kissing instead of licking, barely making contact with my nipple. I groaned in sexual frustration, and she looked up at me and grinned through the kisses as she continued. For the next few minutes, or at least that’s what felt like it, she would avoid my nipples, kissing all over, but never on the spots I wanted her to hit. At the moment I opened my mouth to object, she flicked her tongue across my nipple for the first time; as erotically aroused as I was, I almost had an orgasm right then and there. I was so stimulated and sexually pent up, here I was lying down on the office floor, my pussy throbbing, all just from her licking across my nipple once. I had a vision of what I must have looked like and all I could think of was that I didn’t want her to stop.
Jennifer knew the floodgates had opened, aand she began kissing, sucking, licking, and even lightly biting my nipple, all while her other hand played with my other nipple. She had not even touched my pussy and yet I felt like it was beginning to spasm from the erotic atmosphere. I could feel my pussy beginning to juice, soaking my panties. in heaven. I squirmed and practically spasmed in place, feeling the heat of Jennifer as she did me.
I couldn’t wait any longer. “I need you to fuck me” I moaned.
“Stand up.” I stood in front of her, and Jennifer unzipped my skirt and I wriggled out of it and it fell to the floor. I was now naked except for my wet panties. Jennifer motioned for me to sit in a chair and moved between my legs. She moved forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled back in shock at the contact. Taking my face in both her hands, she kissed me again, her lips softly bushing against mine and then I felt her tongue stroke the seam of my lips. I opened my mouth to accept her tongue as she gently pushed for a deeper kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, stroking inside, increasing the pressure and my heart started to **** so fast. I wanted it and more.
“Don’t stop.”
Jennifer pulled back, smiling at me and stroking my cheek. Her caresses continued, her hands stroking the sides of my neck, below my ears and down to my collar bone, just soft, delicate touches, her other hand at the back of my neck, relaxing me with her touch. Again, her fingers danced lightly over my skin moving back up my nipples. Her knuckles skimmed tantalizingly over them, the pads of her fingers fondling the flesh. My heart was beating furiously, my pussy felt wet and ached unbearably.
Her exploring hands moved back down to my nipples, circling the aching buds, scratching across the **** flesh, the sensations ricocheting down to my clit as I moaned into her mouth. I felt her hands slide gently down my chest, lightly rubbing my stomach. A sharp gasp escaped as I felt her hand slide over my panties and cup my pussy. She gently began to work over my pussy through my panties. Her fingers found my clit and rolled rolling it between her finger and thumb twisting and pulling at the sensitive flesh. My clit was now throbbing achingly.
I moaned into her mouth again, she stopped kissing me, moved back and looked into my eyes,
“Is this what you want?”
“Oh god, yes,” I whispered in response.
Kissing my neck, her tongue licking behind my ear, I could feel her quickened breath on my skin. Her hand moved down to my knee closest to her, applying some pressure as she drew circles on my inside leg with her fingers. By now, overcome with the urge for Jennifer to fuck me, I opened my legs for her, pushing my knees as far apart as the chair would allow.
Achingly slowly her hand inched up my thigh in tiny increments, teasing me beyond words, I wanted her so badly; my breath was now coming in short pants. She again cupped my mound, the heel of her hand against my pubic bone and her fingers rested lightly against my slit and the wet material of my pussy.
Her fingers began to trace the outline of my slit, and my hips began to buck into her hand pushing her fingers tighter against my slit. Never had I wanted to come so badly. Jennifer dragged her fingers up and slid them inside the waistband of my panties; one of her fingers probed my wetness, stroking up and down, avoiding my clit. I gasped at the contact bucking up again and again circling my hips to increase the pressure of her finger.
“Shhhh. Take it slow. Let me show you how good it can feel -- how it should feel” she whispered. Jennifer dipped her fingers into the wetness pooling at the entrance to my pussy and then touched my clit, starting to slowly apply pressure, circling her fingertip over the nub, over and over, massaging it back and forth.
The touch and speed of the circles teasing my clit became harder and faster as the pressure of my orgasm built, my body tightened, my hands tightly gripped the arms of the chair. Jennifer’s finger now flicked quickly over my clit and sensations shot across my body in so many directions. Suddenly, my body went stiff as I was tipped over the orgasm ledge. I wailed loudly as I came so hard, never had I been the recipient of such a climax, my body spasmed and I felt my pussy walls contract and pulse. Jennifer slowed the massaging of my clit as I panted through the intensity of my orgasm, my legs felt like jelly and I felt so relaxed.
“I want you to go down on me.” Not waiting for me to stand up or even sit up, Jennifer began taking her pants off for me, not being shy in the slightest about getting naked in her own office. I was almost expecting her not to wear any panties, but when her pants came off (having to almost peel them over her hips), I met a pretty black pair of panties that looked a little skimpy to be wearing underneath a suit. She started to take them off, but apparently had a better idea.
“Stop. Let me do that.”
I slipped off the chair and kneeled in front of Jennifer I gasped at the sight of her pussy, plainly visible through the thin fabric of her panties. I leaned my head in until my nose was against the fabric of her panties, and I smelled her sex. Then again. Then I began to lick her pussy through the fabric of her panties. Jennifer spread her legs to give be somewhat better access. The smell and the taste were intoxicating. Jennifer ground her hips against my face.
“Yeah, I thought you’d like this.”
I moved away from her pussy. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. Jennifer’s pussy looked absolutely mouth-watering. I don’t know what I was expecting, Jennifer’s pussy was shaved except for a small, trimmed patch above her slit I looked up at Jennifer for permission. Jennifer’s smile gave me the okay. I began by experimentally licking her folds, and paying light attention to her clit, although I was gentle with hers knowing that mine was incredibly sensitive. The more I played with it, the more Jennifer’s moans let me know that I was doing okay. The mental image of a professional secretary standing naked in the middle of the room with a naked interviewee naked on her knees eating her out was so sexy to me. I really wanted to masturbate as I was pleasing her, but something stopped me.
I kept licking and began using my fingers in tandem with my tongue, learning to use them together to provide greater stimulation to Jennifer. Jennifer moaned and both of her hands to the back of my head pulling me tighter to her. Jennifer kept giving me instructions on what she wanted me to do. God, it was so hot. Hearing her normally professional voice breaking down and giving in to her pleasure like I gave in to mine, and moaning the closer she was to an orgasm. “Yes … right there … just like that … Don’t stop.”
Jennifer’s pitch got more and more high pitched and breathier as she approached her orgasm. She also got a lot rougher with me, pulling my hair and slamming her hips into my face, and letting me know how close she was. Jennifer’s orgasm crashed over her, and she sprayed come into my mouth, and I loved every second of it.
We remained like that for a bit until both of us, at the same time, remembered where we were. I scrambled around, gathering my clothes and used a hand-mirror Jennifer kept in her desk to clean my face and organize my hair so it looked as presentable as possible, while Jennifer, still dressing, picked up the phone and pressed one number on the dial.
“Hello, Mr. Laurent! …Yes, she’s ready for you now. I… less time than usual? Well, she had a pretty impressive resume! Yes sir, I have a good feeling about her! …Wonderful, I’ll send her right in.” She put the phone down and stared at me, re-buttoning her shirt but remaining bottomless. I don’t know if it was just a weird out-of-order thing for her or if she was shirking the pants as a personal choice. She put her shirt jacket on quickly afterwards but just chucked the pants away under the desk, answering my question, then sexily sauntered over to me and kissed me deeply.
“I’ll pull as many strings as I can to make this happen,” she whispered sexily into my ear. “Go in there and wow him. And afterwards, be sure to see me on the way out.” She gave me another peck on the cheek and winked at me, sitting down at her desk and going back to typing away as if I never entered. I couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation, then gathered my resume back together and exhaled briefly one last time, steeling me for the interview.
I took my seat and cleared my throat timidly. “I take it Jennifer is your secretary?”
Mr. Laurent took a seat at his desk in an overly casual way. “Ha! In a manner of speaking, I guess. See, that’s her title around here, but first and foremost, Jennifer is my daughter.”
I couldn’t help the look of alarm from spreading across my face as I realized only then just now what I was getting into. “Ah-ah-ah!” Mr. Laurent pre-emptively held up a finger to me. “I see that look, and I’ve gotten it before. I assure you, Jennifer is one of the brightest, most qualified people I‘ve ever hired. And she’s an amazing person. Trust me, you’ll like her. If you get the position, you’ll likely be working with her on a daily basis.”
“Anyway, are you ready to start the interview?”
I stared at him, mouth still slightly open, not sure how to answer.
I got the job.
I wasn’t really thrilled with the suit. I was more of a dress girl myself, but hey, “ you dress for the job you want.” And I wanted the job. Living with my mom sounded great in theory, but I was 25 and the lack of freedom was… restricting. Staying out late wasn’t something she forbade, but she was a light sleeper and I was **** of clumsy. I’m sure if I asked, I could bring a boyfriend or something over, but… you know. There was no way I was doing that while I still lived with her.
So, here I was, at Parallax Systems, with precisely zero previous work in the office industry, looking up at the several-stories-tall building, doing my best not to get cold feet. Like all office buildings, the place was a maze, though luckily a helpful receptionist gave me directions where to go. It was one of those buildings that had several corporations in it, so I had to go through several hallways and two elevators just to find my way.
At the end of the last hallway, I saw a window that read, “Parallax Systems: The Optimal Solution.” Giving a sharp exhale and clearing my throat, I opened the door to find a waiting room of sorts, with a secretary typing away.
Like me, she was wearing a grey suit, but unlike me, it complimented her tanned skin beautifully. I was always a little embarrassed of my paleness – it seemed like no matter how hard I tried to tan, I’d either remain painfully white or get badly burned. She had a **** of stern face when she typed, but the rest of her was hidden behind her computer and desk. Upon seeing me, her stern face disappeared, revealing instead a dazzling smile that almost made me think she was in the wrong industry.
“Hello there! I assume you’re Rachel?”
I smiled. “Yes, I am!”
“Hi, I’m Jennifer. Welcome to Parallax! Mr. Laurent is just finishing up a meeting right now, but he’ll buzz me as soon as he’s done. Would you care to take a seat?”
“Oh,” was all I said in response. I could get flustered easily, and it was clear this poor woman had to do a lot of PR work given her professional voice. I walked over to the chairs on the other side of the room sat down, and checked my phone.
I think I just wanted to be distracted by anything rather than thinking about the upcoming interview, but Jennifer was distractingly attractive – I didn’t swing that way – but she was the type of person who was definitely a headturner.
Jennifer’s eyes were a beautiful hazel, the rare **** of eyes you only see once a year or something, the **** that make you stop in your tracks and say, “Woah.” My own blond hair was done up hastily in a **** of ponytail, but Jennifer’s was done in a gorgeous French Roll. It looked so good on her that I began to feel as though I should have spent more time on my hair, in case this was a thing Mr. Laurent liked in his employees.
I frowned and looked down. It probably was not helping my confidence to keep comparing myself to this woman, especially a woman already working for Mr. Laurent, and trying to look for differences. Something in the air was making me nervous. It was likely the impending doom of the interview coming up, but… it felt like there was something else going on.
“Oh, by the way, did you happen to bring a second copy of your resume with you?” Jennifer interrupted me out of nowhere.
I shifted in my seat. “Uh, no, should I have?”
“No, no, it’s okay. I was just thinking, perhaps to help you out, I could look over your resume before the interview began, just in case there’s something I know Mr. Laurent will point out or something.” She flashed me another smile. “Just looking out for you!”
“Oh, that’s s-sweet,” I replied. What was wrong with me? “Are y-you sure? I don’t want to distract you from your work.”
“Oh, don’t worry about me!” she replied, smiling warmly. “I’m, uh, actually nearly finished my workload for the day.”
I looked at the clock, then back at her. “It’s not even lunch yet!”
She chuckled and gave me another dazzling smile. “What can I say? My hands know how to get the job done.”
The way she said it wasn’t suggestive or anything, just said factually, but I could feel myself blushing. I could be a little crowd-shy at times, but I never got this flustered usually. I turned away to my tote bag, hoping to hide my face from her until my blushing went away, and retrieved my resume from my bag. “I just have the one, but if you want, we could go over it, if you want.”
She smiled at me, clearly used to flustered behavior from interviewees. “Sounds like a plan,” she laughed. “May I see it?”
I handed the paper to her, for some reason deciding to avoid looking her in the eye. I needed my iconic steely resolve that everyone totally knew me for, so I couldn’t spend it frivolously on anyone but my interviewer.
She smiled and raised her eyebrows at me as she took the paper, accidentally touching one of my fingers in the process. For whatever reason, I retracted my hand and went quickly to sit back down, leaving her to look over my resume while I sat, waited, and moved my thighs together in my seat.
After a few seconds, she lifted her head to where she thought I was, then confusedly looked over to where I was. A confused expression still painted on her face, she half-chuckled at me. “Don’t you want to go over this together?” she asked me, a melodic tone to her voice.
“Uh… oh,” I mumbled, getting up, squeezing my legs together subconsciously. “Yeah, of course.” I walked over to her, leaning against the desk and craning my neck so I could get a better view.
Jennifer started going over the resume with me, pointing out certain things on the paper and explaining to me which things I should emphasize and which things I should skip over, supplementing the advice with pointers about Mr. Laurent, the types of questions he sometimes asked, and what he’s looking for as answers. Eventually I had to put a hand down on the paper and stop her.
“Jennifer… if I can, uh, call you Jennifer…” I clumsily began. I was definitely blushing.
She laughed puzzledly. “Feel free! I mean, that is my name…”
“I really appreciate this, but… why are you helping me out like this? Do you help out all of the people that come here looking for a job?”
Jennifer looked down and bit her lip, smirking. I felt my suit jacket get tighter across my breasts. I shifted in place. “Okay, fine, you got me,” she half-laughed. “Truth is, Mr. Laurent has a bit of a… standard around here. A few basic expectations. And along the way, I’ve gotten to understand a lot of those expectations, and make a couple of my own. So, I help those who…” She looked back up at me. “…I want to get the job. You know, my favorites.”
My breath was caught in my throat. I squeezed my thighs together again. Was I getting… wet? No. This had to be some **** of coincidence or something. I gave a nervous chuckle and looked back at her. “And I’m… one of your favorites?”
She gave me that brilliant smile. The one I was weak for. “You’re certainly impressive so far. I’m just doing what I can to help someone out. Us girls sticking together.”
I looked from the paper slowly back to her face. She said nothing, but smiled at me and looked back down at my resume. Her scent was so strong it practically clouded my vision. I couldn’t describe her scent – some **** of combination of perfume, something deep and fruity, mixed with… something else deep. It’s like, a smell you’ve smelled before once, but only once, and it’s the best thing on the planet. You just want to keep inhaling it forever. Forever.
“Did you hear me?” Jennifer’s voice brought me back to life. “Your mind seems… elsewhere.” I gave my head a shake. “Uh, sorry. Nerves. Could you repeat that?”
Jennifer stared at me for a few seconds and finally cleared her throat. “Is something going on, Rachel?” she asked me.
“No, nothing,” I lied. Of course something was wrong, I could feel a heat growing between my legs, burning brighter by the second, to the extent where I wasn’t going to be able to stand for much longer. “Just nerves!”
“Because it seems like something is wrong,” Jennifer continued, standing up. “And if something is bothering you, we can’t have you seeing Mr. Laurent like that.” She was maybe a few inches from my face. “And as his secretary, it’s my duty to make sure the interview goes as smoothly as it can,” she continued, speaking just above a whisper.
I couldn’t ignore it anymore. I couldn’t take it anymore. I now knew what was happening to me. My pussy was practically pulsing in my pants. I didn’t know what was going on today, or what came over me, but I wanted to fuck this woman, badly. Right now. I don’t know who made the first move, me or her. I didn’t care. Within a second, our open mouths were attacking each other, our bodies practically sealed by the lips, with our well-dressed bodies grinding against each other. I melted, bringing my arms around Jennifer, and in response, she grabbed my body, still kissing me passionately, and pushed me against the wall. Her tongue entereded my mouth as she ground her hips against me with a purpose and passion I had never felt before from any man. All I could do was attempt to keep up and take her tongue and submit to her, which I eagerly did.
I have no clue how much time had passed before she finally retracted her mouth and loosened her grip on me. When she did, she smiled at me through mischievous, half-squinted eyes, like I was a conquest she had won or something. I never felt anything like what I felt for this woman right at this moment. Still looking at me, she made her way over to the front door, locking it, inspecting the blinds in front of the window afterwards. After she was satisfied that no one could peek in, she put a finger to her lips and picked up her phone, dialing one number and putting it to her ear.
“Hi, Mr. Laurent? …Yes, I’m with her now. …Actually, we were hoping to have a bit longer in the pre-interview… yes, that’s right, just a few things. You understand, right? …Wonderful! … Fantastic, thank you so much.” She put down the phone and looked at me. “We have the room to ourselves.”
Even though I was wet and never wanted anyone more, the extremeness of the situation was starting to get to me. “C-can we know for sure that no one is going to just burst in on us? A-and the noise-”
Jennifer put her finger to my lips and donned her most innocent expression. “Good employees know how to say many things in few words,” she told me in a very serious, yet almost sickeningly sweet voice. “And as we all know, actions speak louder than words.”
With that, she approached me again, pushing me back against the wall, aiming for my neck this time. All thoughts of nervousness left my brain as I could think about nothing but her hot lips on my neck, her hips pushing and grinding against mine, and the moans coming out of my mouth without my thinking, moans I had never even heard myself make before.
I ground my hips back against her and felt the very welcome intrusion of her teeth in my neck, biting down hard, but not too hard. Enough to make me whimper and squirm. While I was busy being enveloped by the pleasure of her kisses and bites on my neck, Jennifer was busy working my suit jacket off. Once I realized what she was doing, I helped her work my jacket off, rewarding her with a view of my white blouse. It was clear from the look in her eyes that she wanted the shirt off too, but she was preoccupied with her own suit jacket first.
I gasped when it came off. Even through her work shirt, it was clear that Jennifer wasn’t wearing a bra! She noticed where I was staring and gave a low laugh. “Surprised?” she asked seductively, her voice like butter, as she undid her buttons one by one. “Ever seen a woman’s tits before?” she asked knowingly, nearly all of the buttons undone.
I shook my head dumbly, staring at her chest. “Not like this … I’ve never been with a woman before.”
“Mm, I thought not. Good, I like straight girls. Now come here and see what you’ve been missing,” she said, releasing her shirt with perfect timing.
I thought Jennifer she had a perfect body with clothes on. Her small breasts were absolutely perfect. They were tanned like the rest of her flawless skin, with the exception of course of her much darker nipples. She had such cute areolae, shaped with little polka-dots of blackness that came together, instead of my exact circles Jennifer would no doubt be seeing soon. Her nipples stood proud and erect, with her left one pierced; my pussy throbbed at the idea of sucking that one first. I came into this office thinking I wasn’t into girls, but now here I was, realizing her pierced nipple was one of my biggest fetishes ever.
It wasn’t long before we were on the floor of the office, my back against the shag carpeting of her secretary office with her small tits in my face, waiting me to suck them. I couldn’t control myself and greedily took the pierced one, taking it into my mouth and sucking hungrily. Jennifer winced and lightly pulled back at the sudden pain. “Easy, baby!” she laughed with pain in her voice. “I know they’re irresistible but go slow. This isn’t a race. Run your tongue over them. Tease me before you dive into it. Build up to the pleasure, don’t just rush into it.”
I eagerly obeyed every order she gave me like a little puppy, eager to please her and be pleased in return. I would have done anything for her. She smiled so confidently as her body melded with mine from above. I loved the feeling of her body on top of mine. I could get so very used to this. I now wanted to get this job so badly, just so I could be greeted with this every day.
Jennifer began to moan as I began to suck and nibble on her nipples in earnest. I could feel her arousal grow as her hips began to grind against mine, looking for pressure on her pussy. She was losing control and wanting it nearly as badly as I did.
She kept biting her bottom lip and smiling hungrily at me, knowing that I was becoming someone different than the woman who entered this building. I could feel my mine rewiring erotically to only want her, to please her, to love her. And she was loving every second of it. Eventually, she began shuddering on top of me, and held up a hand to get my attention. I think you deserve to know what this feels like yourself.”
I sat up as she got off of me, and I began to unbutton my blouse. earning a soft chuckle from her. Jennifer helped me undo the last few buttons, smiling at me and stealing every kiss she could get from me along the way. Eventually, the blouse was gone, leaving only my lace bra. I could see the lust in Jennifer’s eyes as her hands gently ran over the fabric of my bra, lightly pinching my nipples, I could feel them getting harder as she pinched them. Jennifer’s mouth met mine and I felt her hands reach around me and unsnap my bra. She slowly slipped it down my arms and off. It was one of the most erotic things I had felt
When my bra was off, Jennifer took some time to appreciate what was in front of her. She eyed me all over and, as always, bit her bottom lip in seduction. Her eyes focused on mine. “You’re so beautiful, Rachel,” she told me in awe. Without another word, she inched forward, bringing her mouth to my chest, looking me in the eyes asking for permission before continuing. I nodded.
She extended her tongue forward, and began slowly, opting to trail upwards to my nipples from the middle of my chest . She arrived at my right nipple and began kissing instead of licking, barely making contact with my nipple. I groaned in sexual frustration, and she looked up at me and grinned through the kisses as she continued. For the next few minutes, or at least that’s what felt like it, she would avoid my nipples, kissing all over, but never on the spots I wanted her to hit. At the moment I opened my mouth to object, she flicked her tongue across my nipple for the first time; as erotically aroused as I was, I almost had an orgasm right then and there. I was so stimulated and sexually pent up, here I was lying down on the office floor, my pussy throbbing, all just from her licking across my nipple once. I had a vision of what I must have looked like and all I could think of was that I didn’t want her to stop.
Jennifer knew the floodgates had opened, aand she began kissing, sucking, licking, and even lightly biting my nipple, all while her other hand played with my other nipple. She had not even touched my pussy and yet I felt like it was beginning to spasm from the erotic atmosphere. I could feel my pussy beginning to juice, soaking my panties. in heaven. I squirmed and practically spasmed in place, feeling the heat of Jennifer as she did me.
I couldn’t wait any longer. “I need you to fuck me” I moaned.
“Stand up.” I stood in front of her, and Jennifer unzipped my skirt and I wriggled out of it and it fell to the floor. I was now naked except for my wet panties. Jennifer motioned for me to sit in a chair and moved between my legs. She moved forward and kissed me softly on the lips. I pulled back in shock at the contact. Taking my face in both her hands, she kissed me again, her lips softly bushing against mine and then I felt her tongue stroke the seam of my lips. I opened my mouth to accept her tongue as she gently pushed for a deeper kiss. Her tongue explored my mouth, stroking inside, increasing the pressure and my heart started to **** so fast. I wanted it and more.
“Don’t stop.”
Jennifer pulled back, smiling at me and stroking my cheek. Her caresses continued, her hands stroking the sides of my neck, below my ears and down to my collar bone, just soft, delicate touches, her other hand at the back of my neck, relaxing me with her touch. Again, her fingers danced lightly over my skin moving back up my nipples. Her knuckles skimmed tantalizingly over them, the pads of her fingers fondling the flesh. My heart was beating furiously, my pussy felt wet and ached unbearably.
Her exploring hands moved back down to my nipples, circling the aching buds, scratching across the **** flesh, the sensations ricocheting down to my clit as I moaned into her mouth. I felt her hands slide gently down my chest, lightly rubbing my stomach. A sharp gasp escaped as I felt her hand slide over my panties and cup my pussy. She gently began to work over my pussy through my panties. Her fingers found my clit and rolled rolling it between her finger and thumb twisting and pulling at the sensitive flesh. My clit was now throbbing achingly.
I moaned into her mouth again, she stopped kissing me, moved back and looked into my eyes,
“Is this what you want?”
“Oh god, yes,” I whispered in response.
Kissing my neck, her tongue licking behind my ear, I could feel her quickened breath on my skin. Her hand moved down to my knee closest to her, applying some pressure as she drew circles on my inside leg with her fingers. By now, overcome with the urge for Jennifer to fuck me, I opened my legs for her, pushing my knees as far apart as the chair would allow.
Achingly slowly her hand inched up my thigh in tiny increments, teasing me beyond words, I wanted her so badly; my breath was now coming in short pants. She again cupped my mound, the heel of her hand against my pubic bone and her fingers rested lightly against my slit and the wet material of my pussy.
Her fingers began to trace the outline of my slit, and my hips began to buck into her hand pushing her fingers tighter against my slit. Never had I wanted to come so badly. Jennifer dragged her fingers up and slid them inside the waistband of my panties; one of her fingers probed my wetness, stroking up and down, avoiding my clit. I gasped at the contact bucking up again and again circling my hips to increase the pressure of her finger.
“Shhhh. Take it slow. Let me show you how good it can feel -- how it should feel” she whispered. Jennifer dipped her fingers into the wetness pooling at the entrance to my pussy and then touched my clit, starting to slowly apply pressure, circling her fingertip over the nub, over and over, massaging it back and forth.
The touch and speed of the circles teasing my clit became harder and faster as the pressure of my orgasm built, my body tightened, my hands tightly gripped the arms of the chair. Jennifer’s finger now flicked quickly over my clit and sensations shot across my body in so many directions. Suddenly, my body went stiff as I was tipped over the orgasm ledge. I wailed loudly as I came so hard, never had I been the recipient of such a climax, my body spasmed and I felt my pussy walls contract and pulse. Jennifer slowed the massaging of my clit as I panted through the intensity of my orgasm, my legs felt like jelly and I felt so relaxed.
“I want you to go down on me.” Not waiting for me to stand up or even sit up, Jennifer began taking her pants off for me, not being shy in the slightest about getting naked in her own office. I was almost expecting her not to wear any panties, but when her pants came off (having to almost peel them over her hips), I met a pretty black pair of panties that looked a little skimpy to be wearing underneath a suit. She started to take them off, but apparently had a better idea.
“Stop. Let me do that.”
I slipped off the chair and kneeled in front of Jennifer I gasped at the sight of her pussy, plainly visible through the thin fabric of her panties. I leaned my head in until my nose was against the fabric of her panties, and I smelled her sex. Then again. Then I began to lick her pussy through the fabric of her panties. Jennifer spread her legs to give be somewhat better access. The smell and the taste were intoxicating. Jennifer ground her hips against my face.
“Yeah, I thought you’d like this.”
I moved away from her pussy. I slipped my fingers into the waistband of her panties and slid them down her legs. Jennifer’s pussy looked absolutely mouth-watering. I don’t know what I was expecting, Jennifer’s pussy was shaved except for a small, trimmed patch above her slit I looked up at Jennifer for permission. Jennifer’s smile gave me the okay. I began by experimentally licking her folds, and paying light attention to her clit, although I was gentle with hers knowing that mine was incredibly sensitive. The more I played with it, the more Jennifer’s moans let me know that I was doing okay. The mental image of a professional secretary standing naked in the middle of the room with a naked interviewee naked on her knees eating her out was so sexy to me. I really wanted to masturbate as I was pleasing her, but something stopped me.
I kept licking and began using my fingers in tandem with my tongue, learning to use them together to provide greater stimulation to Jennifer. Jennifer moaned and both of her hands to the back of my head pulling me tighter to her. Jennifer kept giving me instructions on what she wanted me to do. God, it was so hot. Hearing her normally professional voice breaking down and giving in to her pleasure like I gave in to mine, and moaning the closer she was to an orgasm. “Yes … right there … just like that … Don’t stop.”
Jennifer’s pitch got more and more high pitched and breathier as she approached her orgasm. She also got a lot rougher with me, pulling my hair and slamming her hips into my face, and letting me know how close she was. Jennifer’s orgasm crashed over her, and she sprayed come into my mouth, and I loved every second of it.
We remained like that for a bit until both of us, at the same time, remembered where we were. I scrambled around, gathering my clothes and used a hand-mirror Jennifer kept in her desk to clean my face and organize my hair so it looked as presentable as possible, while Jennifer, still dressing, picked up the phone and pressed one number on the dial.
“Hello, Mr. Laurent! …Yes, she’s ready for you now. I… less time than usual? Well, she had a pretty impressive resume! Yes sir, I have a good feeling about her! …Wonderful, I’ll send her right in.” She put the phone down and stared at me, re-buttoning her shirt but remaining bottomless. I don’t know if it was just a weird out-of-order thing for her or if she was shirking the pants as a personal choice. She put her shirt jacket on quickly afterwards but just chucked the pants away under the desk, answering my question, then sexily sauntered over to me and kissed me deeply.
“I’ll pull as many strings as I can to make this happen,” she whispered sexily into my ear. “Go in there and wow him. And afterwards, be sure to see me on the way out.” She gave me another peck on the cheek and winked at me, sitting down at her desk and going back to typing away as if I never entered. I couldn’t help but giggle at the absurdity of the situation, then gathered my resume back together and exhaled briefly one last time, steeling me for the interview.
I took my seat and cleared my throat timidly. “I take it Jennifer is your secretary?”
Mr. Laurent took a seat at his desk in an overly casual way. “Ha! In a manner of speaking, I guess. See, that’s her title around here, but first and foremost, Jennifer is my daughter.”
I couldn’t help the look of alarm from spreading across my face as I realized only then just now what I was getting into. “Ah-ah-ah!” Mr. Laurent pre-emptively held up a finger to me. “I see that look, and I’ve gotten it before. I assure you, Jennifer is one of the brightest, most qualified people I‘ve ever hired. And she’s an amazing person. Trust me, you’ll like her. If you get the position, you’ll likely be working with her on a daily basis.”
“Anyway, are you ready to start the interview?”
I stared at him, mouth still slightly open, not sure how to answer.
I got the job.
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