The Interview

The alarm system barely had fourth dimension to sound before Abi 's hand darted at the off release. She was so utilise to waking up at 6.30 every sunup that she no longer needed an alert in truth. She preferred to bulge out the working day abruptly however and so she used an alarm. As usual, Jason did n't even call down at the interruption to his sleep. She swung her bare legs out of bed and stretched silently. The sun was just starting to glow over the horizon and was causing her curtains to glow softly. The gentle ignitor framed her raw body which, shuddering slightly at the spring cold, she forced out of bed. Her long dark haircloth floated gracefully down her waistline. She stared at her reflection in her mirror and visualised getting dressed. This was another routine she practiced daily. As Abi 's mother told her,"routine is in effect for the soul ”.

She started the practice by thinking of her underwear. She imagined putting on a small black G-string, translucent at the front but with a delicate lacing figure. She thought to herself"I 'm so glad I shave myself there or my front-runner underwear would be rather ugly ”. She mentally slapped herself at her own intermission and continued. She then imagined putting on a matching bra. Still thin and semitransparent, but well-fixed on the lace. She had relatively big breasts and did not need to get behind More male person notice to them by having lace poking through her blouse.

underclothing sorted, she then considered what else to assume. She knew that today could be the day. The day she finally got her promotion in motility. All the compensate senior coach were in today. She just had to depend the office. No self-justification. She decided on a red silk blouse. It cost her a luck and she cobbler's last used it in the interview for her flow job. She now considered it her prosperous blouse as, amazingly, she had been offered a space at Thinemans, Bank of Greater London at just 18 as a trainee embodied investment account handler. She finally settled on a myopic dame. Abi was majestic to seem after her body. No scathe in showing a temporary charm, she thought to herself. The skirt came only halfway down her thighs but at least had enough give in it that she could turn over relatively freely. She settled on a pair of 4 inch heel which pushed her height up to just under 6 foot. She preferred being tall - particularly when dealing with men. Men and interviews ..., she admitted.

Abi 's job was her life. Considered a numerical prodigy by her school, she shocked and appalled her instructor and parents both when she declined University. A model student, few could imagine a better place for her to go. Abi wanted to shape and felt that University was just delaying the inevitable. The job at Thinemans was exactly what she wanted. She earned enough to be active out at 18 and was quickly known as a unusually skilled mathematician. None of the early trainees could beat out her in any of her examination when it came to maths. Even though she was by-far the youngest trainee, Abi was determined to go far at Thinemans. She knew that the business was doing well and she wanted to be a big part of it 's success.

notion confident, she stealthily navigated the sleeping accommodation and showered. Jason would kip through an earthquake !, she thought to herself. Indeed, upon returning he was still asleep. Hardly storm, he came in so late last night ... She sometimes wondered if his late hours were simply the rigours of being a officer or if there was more than to it. A battle for another day, she decided.

The drive to work was, for Abi, the Sami as every other drive to do work. Another routine of hers was to visualise the day. Today was a little unlike however as today could be the day. someone in corporate investment had retired and all the trainees were told that consultation would be happening soon. Some of the trainees had already been told that they were not ready and thus would not be considered yet. Abi was not one of these hoi polloi. This job was what she had wanted since she was at school. A real job. Not a trainee. A PA. An office. A company car. Everything. Abi lusted after this job like a stripling lusted after a boy. She needed it. She visualised getting called for interview. She thought of questions. She even spoke some of the reply aloud. formulation is everything, thought Abi.

Abi arrived at work with 10 minutes to spare, just like every early day. She passed security measure and gave the man behind the desk a nod. He looked her up and down and winked but Abi pretended not to notice. At least that confirms I look OK today, even if I do get perved on, she thought. The could feel the safety 's oculus following her all the way to the lift and was pleased when the doors finally closed.

Two floors up, Laura got in. The lift immediately started to fill with a smell of scant roses - Laura 's trademark perfume. Abi reflected, It would be a lot nicer if she did n't wear so often of it., It was commons fact amongst the trainees and even some of the qualified staff that Laura despised Abi. Abi had spent a lot of time trying to work out why and even build up bridges with Laura but all efforts were sleeveless. Laura was cool to nigh the great unwashed but to Abi she was freezing.

"trade good morning ”, said Abi brightly.

Laura did n't even acknowledge her early than a slight denudation of perfect gabardine teeth. Abi was not jealous of Laura but she could not help but admire how beautiful she was. Laura was a few inch taller than Abi but all those inches were in her legs. Laura was in her mid twenties but most would not have put her a day over 19. It was well known that Laura had modelled at university and that she still maintained the diet and fitness act required of a poser. Laura 's white meat were a petty smaller than Abi 's, but she advertised them more. She wore a dark blouse, unbuttoned to show slightly more segmentation than the average woman could get away with. A lily-white, webby bra strained to show through the top of her blouse. Her dame came even poor than Abi 's and was tighter besides. Now, she will possess trouble bending over !, thought Abi smugly. Where Abi dressed for professional person elegance, Laura dressed for professional person sex prayer. Abi had heard the men speak in hushed tones about Laura on more than one occasion and the issue of conversation was never fit for the part. In fact, she had heard them speak about herself like that too. Men should think of something else sometimes ..., reflected Abi.

The lift arrived at Abi 's level and she walked smartly over to her desk. She sat down and began her usual function of electronic mail and in-tray, followed by low-value report and voice content. A few of the girl came over for chit New World chat but Abi was a little shorter with them today than she normally was. I will not be found slacking today !, she vowed. She wondered if Laura had ever slacked. Abi may have been top of the class in mathematics, but Laura was a close secondment. Laura was renowned around the office for her clinical conclusion making. There was a reason that Laura had few friends. Abi had read the composition on one of her corporate chronicle treatment. She advised the CEO to hold 10 the great unwashed redundant in social club to increase boilers suit net profit by 3 %. That said, Thinemans had made a good raft of gain out Laura 's determination making and Abi knew that her and Laura were the deary for the publicity. A soft bell from her computer roused her from her thoughts. An email from Mr Strachan !

Abi,

Please total and see me in my office at 11:00 for an consultation. It will finally no tenacious than 30 min. I 'm sure as shooting you are aware for what position the interview is for.

Please note that Mr Lovegood and Mr Kirtman will be advising in this enlisting process.

Please ensure you number appropriately fain.

Regards,

nick Strachan
Senior director
Corporate news report
Thinemans depository financial institution

Abi 's heart skipped a rhythm. This is it ! She could have danced around the office. 18 Months of hard workplace to get to this point. Do not fuck this up ! She scolded herself for thinking negatively but that did not direct away from the pressure sensation that she was feeling. She looked down at the time. 10.30. Only 30 minutes to go ! She looked around the office and was surprised to see so many frustrated faces. She overheard Queen City telling Gina about how she was just sure that this was her chance and how Mr Strachan was a jester for saying she needed more growth. Gina made sympathetic noises but her face looked otherwise. So did the tears on her look. Abi peered around her electronic computer screen to depend for Laura and was slightly surprised to see that she was n't there. She look around the way but could n't see her. Maybe she is having a breakage ? She immediately squashed that thought. Laura never took breaks.

Abi wondered how exactly she was to prepare for the audience anymore than she had done over the last 18 month. She brought up the"About Thinemans"Page on the Intranet but she knew it all by center anyway. She considered visualising the questioning and answering cognitive process again but thought she might get some funny face if she started talking to herself like she did in the car. She eventually decided on partly-validating a low-value clients tax return. My last low-value client ... She thought wistfully. The clock on her calculator dragged itself around to 10:55 and she decided to make a movement. She only had to go up one level but she felt it would be polite if she was a few minutes early. In the lift she could n't help but put one mitt over her stomach.

"Stupid butterfly stroke ... ”, she grumbled.

The airlift doors opened and admitted her to the hallway which led to the lone office on the level. She walked over to Mr Strachan 's PA and opened her mouth to say why she had come but the PA got there first.

"Please take up a seat Abi. Mr Strachan is interviewing another nominee right now. He will see you shortly."

Abi barely had time to flatten her blouse and smooth her skirt before the office door opened. Laura walked out baring her perfective grin.

"Thank you Mr Strachan. I look forward to hearing from you soon ”, Laura said sweetly.

"No later than the end of the day ”, said Mr Strachan smartly.

Laura turned and walked past Abi and Abi could not facilitate but notice the cruddy feeling that she gave her. Abi returned a smile but for once actually wanted to return the look and maybe even a honorable kick to match. Why did it have to be her that got interviewed first ! ! She tried to force her expression into a tranquil expression but thought it probably still looked as bitter as she felt. Her bitter was eased considerably when she saw a damp, faintly Edward D. White mark on Abi 's blouse, just above her correctly breast. She puts so a good deal campaign into looking the arrant woman but when it counts ends up getting something on her top. Karma is a bitch ... She thought vindictively. Her train of thought was halted by Mr Strachan.

"Abi, please go into my berth and adopt a fundament. I will be a few moments."

"Yes, Mr Strachan ”, she said obediently. She immediately regretted saying it as it made her sound like a schoolgirl. She had heard the whispers of the odd new trainee saying she was too young for such a unplayful job. Mostly, they stopped complaining when they heard how in effect she was. Mostly. Still, she found people talking about her age more than irritating and made a lot of effort to at least appear like she was the same age as everyone else.

She went inside Mr Strachan 's office and sat down in battlefront of his desk. It was huge - even compared to the dependant account handlers offices. He had 3 large window looking over the London sensible horizon. A large bookcase full moon of books filled one full wall up to the cap. There were a handful of personal items she saw, a pic of his sept, a low table, some comfier chairs and a mirror. Mr Strachan had worked for Thinemans for nearly 26 years and his part reflected his wisdom and seniority.

Abi started absent mindedly playing with Mr Strachan 's stationary. Do I know enough ? What did Laura say ? doe she know something I do n't. Mr Strachan 's pen fell through her fingers and slid a few feet behind her towards the room access. She stood up took and aspect at the tush of the doorway. A hierarchal structure of Thineman 's management poster was stuck to the back. She smiled thought process, one day ... She turned around and hang over and picked up the pencil. She felt her skirt sloping trough up her thighs and was n't quite sure if it stopped sliding where she thought it did. That will teach me for wearing such a stupidly short annulus ! You are at work you silly woman, not a house of ill repute ! She stalked back to her chair.

"Sorry about the wait Abi. We will get started now. How are you ?"

Abi jumped. Lost in her cerebration, she had n't even heard Mr Strachan come in. She wandered how long he had been at the door and flushed at the cerebration of him seeing her so exposed. The annulus did n't go that high ... Did it ?

"Not at all. I am very well thank you. Yourself ? ”, she said, trying to keep the note of surprise out of her voice. Mr Strachan 's font was a mask of serenity.

"fountainhead, thank you. delight call me Nick ”. It was not a request - more of an didactics.

"OK Mr Str- notch ”. She blushed a little but thought, so far so skilful ...

Mr Strachan frowned for a bit then sat at his desk. Abi look at him and thought to herself you might have been good looking once. He was around too soon 50 's, hair beginning to grey at his temples but otherwise black. He had a slight paunch beginning but he hid it well through a smart, well fitting wooing. She thought that there was something different about him than from when she saw him in the Granville Stanley Hall but could n't quite put her finger's breadth on it.

Mr Strachan began in a courtly musical note,"Abi, firstly, you should know that we are only interviewing you and Laura. You are our only prospect. You do not call for me to prompt you that this is an important position in the fellowship and we will only accept the best candidate. I hope you understand that ”.

Abi opened her mouth to harmonize but Mr Strachan continued.

"Secondly, this interview will not be about your knowledge of the caller or evaluating your current acquirement set. You have been regularly examined in the last 18 calendar month and you have come in the top 2 every time. This consultation is more about assessing your ... the great unwashed skills. ”. He ended the sentence with a wry grin.

"OK ... ”, said Abi. She wanted to say something witty but her head was still trying to work out exactly what he wanted from her. Not assessing my knowledge ?

"Are you fellow with Laura, Abi ?"

Abi thought this was an odd doubt but replied,"err Yes ! We erm.. chat sometimes. Kinda ... ”. She inwardly groaned at her less than polished answer but he appeared not to notice.

"What do you think of her ?"

This is eldritch ... Thought Abi.

"She is very skilled at what she does, snick. She is a serious determination maker and quick with design and solutions."She said honestly. She added,"I think she could work on her people skills a little however ”. She could not help oneself but smile at her own joke.

Mr Strachan shared her smile."Perhaps you are right. I guess I will come up out soon enough. Tell me Abi, what do you think of Laura physically ?"

There was a farsighted pause. Abi tried to work out what he wanted to hear from her.

"She is attractive, I guess ”. She laughed hollowly. What on earth is going on ?

"I agree, Abi ”. Mr Strachan shrugged his shoulder joint."Anyway Abi, this interview is about you. please stand, let me have a look at you. I saw that you had made a lot of effort with your clothes today. But then, you always do do n't you.

Abi stood. He actually notices what I wear ? She walked to the side of his desk so he could see her fully.

"You are a beautiful Whitney Young lady, Abi ”, Mr Strachan said, very matter-of-factly.

"er.. Thank you ”, Abi flushed, somewhat embarrassed.

"I 'm afraid I will have to be Sir Thomas More forward. How badly do you want this job ? ”, he asked.

"More than anything ”, she replied truthfully.

"Laura said the same thing ”. He chuckled slightly."She proved it too I think."

Abi did n't bang how to respond to that so she stayed silent. There was a long pause before Mr Strachan said quietly.

"A man in my position enjoys certain exclusive right. perquisite, if you like. You trainees are my responsibility and thus, one of my perks. I am like the gatekeeper of your career Abi. If you please me today, I can open to gate so you can get going collecting and enjoying your own perks. You do want to delight me, do n't you ?"

Abi wondered if he could be suggesting what she thought he was suggesting. She hoped that it was n't."Of course ! ”, she said, a short too brightly !

"Laura pleased me very much, Abi. You have a lot of work to do if you want this job."

Abi realised that she was still standing and was nervously toying with the can of her annulus, rolling it up an column inch and down again. Mr Strachan 's heart had forgotten her boldness and he was largely addressing her skirt now. She stopped toying with chick and smoothed it again. She looked at Mr Strachan 's face and he looked hungry.

"How can I please you more than she did then snick ? ”, she said, hoping to get a flat answer out of him.

"I wo n't tell you that but have you noticed that I changed my shirt ? ”, he asked rhetorically.

That is what looks different about him ! Abi could n't believe she did n't notice it before.

He continued,"In truth, I think she needed to change her top too but I think the embarrassment of walking around all day with my cum on her blouse might bring her down a peg or two."

Abi 's intuition and her fears were confirmed. So that 's what that damp scar was ... That little slut ! ! ! Mr Strachan seemed to be waiting for a answer from Abi. She needed time to reckon. How am I going to get out of this ?

"er ... It might I suppose ... ”, she mumbled.

"Needless to say, if it is obvious that you want it less than Laura, you will ride out with the trainees until a new chess opening arises. If you breathe a Holy Scripture of this ... system to anyone, I will dismiss you and control you never get a job in any banking concern in London again. If you impress, you will be a important footprint closer to getting the job. Am I understood ? ”. He spoke as if he was speaking to a waitress ordering intellectual nourishment.

"I do understand gouge. Is there another way I can yarn-dye ? ”, she hoped fervently that he would suffer something else for to do.

He sighed and said."Such a shame, Abi. You are so give. Perhaps next time. ”. Her turned away from her."Please leave my office. ”, he added sadly.

Abi felt benumb, everything she wanted was falling apart from her. She wondered if she really did want it that much. Would Jason read ? Maybe if it was just the once ... Besides, if Laura did it then I guess I could to. Once it 's done ... She scolded herself for daring to believe of doing what Mr Strachan wanted but she could n't aid her thoughts snowballing. No one else would know. Most mass think that either Laura or I will get the job anyway. It 's not like he advertises this organisation. Besides, Jason is a bit older and Mr Strachan is n't that bad. She looked at the man who was old enough to be her founding father and tried to convert herself that what she just thought was true. Jason 's supererogatory 6 years of age was not the Saami as Mr Strachan 's 30 years. Should I ? God I want this job so badly.

Mr Strachan coughed loudly. She realised she been staring at the bookcase for 10 seconds and ignored his command to leave the office.

"Mr Strachan ... er snick sorry.. I err ..."

"Yes ?"

Just the one prison term. Never again. Once this is done, no one can blackmail me again. Plus I can get one over Laura. Thinking of Laura gave her a piddling conviction. Maybe it will be worth 5 minutes with this ... this ... PRICK just to see Laura 's smug grin wiped off her face. I am better than her and I deserve this job !

"I 'll do it. ”, Abi said shakily. She could n't quite conceive the speech that were coming out of her mouth."I will be better than Laura ”. She surprised herself by saying that aloud.

"I hope you will be, for your sake ”, said Mr Strachan simply. He turned his chair away from the desk and towards Abi. He looked expectant."When you 're prepare, Abi ”.

Abi swallowed and her conviction for what she was about to do grew. One time only. No one will sleep together. One time ... She was standing barely 2 feet away. She took a pocket-sized step forward and sunk to her genu. Her shaking custody went to his zip. She looked up at him and saw him smile encouragingly. She pulled his zip down and undid his trouser button. He was wearing white boxer shortstop which had the front man button undone on them already. Laura 's work, no doubtfulness, she thought hatefully. Her small, delicate mitt delved inside the tumid hole in the boxer shorts. She wrapped her bridge player around his firming cock and brought it out in front of her. It was neither large nor small but it had a pleasant sum of money of girth. She started running her hands up and down it slowly, feeling it rapidly harden in her script. She adjusted her torso position and leaned forward slightly. A familiar smell struck her - blush wine. Laura 's perfume ... Slut ...

Abi had no intention of giving Mr Strachan hr of amusement. I will do just enough, just intimately than Laura. I 'm not a cyprian like her. The question is, what did Laura do ? Mr Strachan was watching her intently. Abi kept up her caressing. She gripped his cock tightly, near the top and jerked him down and up, down and up, down and up. E. B. White pre-cum began to ooze at the tip of his hammer. She thought to herself, hopefully all she did was consecrate him a handjob. That way, maybe if I put it in my mouth a few times he will suppose that is better. She steeled herself mentally. Abi did n't mind giving cock sucking but she had never been blackmailed into giving one before.

Abi pulled down on Mr Strachan 's cock and tilted it towards her face. She looked up into Mr Strachan 's middle. She noticed how grey and cold they were. He had no scruple about crushing her calling, blackmailing her or even Laura for that matter. He had nothing to lose. Pushing thought of anger from her judgement, she maintained eye contact and brought her cheek closer. Mr Strachan seemed to look at her more intensely. She could feel his cock pulsing gently in her deal. She licked his cock from the base slowly - all the way to the top. She stopped just before the pre-cum. No demand to go overboard. Laura would never have don- hold ... She could almost taste something on her tongue that was neither cum or shaft. She closed her oculus and repeated the action, licking his rooster at both sides all the way up. Her tongue fanned extensive to capture the gustatory perception as much as potential. She recognised not the taste but the texture on her tongue. Like a satiny oil that was the wages from deep kissing. She knew that someone else had been licking or sucking his turncock and it did n't take a virtuoso to hazard who. That dirty whore !

Abi had no choice now but to give Mr Strachan the best blowjob she could muster up. Mr Strachan was smiling. Abi wondered if she could show her mind from her seventh cranial nerve aspect. Abi restored eye contact with him, smiled as sexy a smiling as she could kick in and then opened her mouth wide-eyed. She then dropped her head into his lap until should sense his cock at the spinal column of her throat. She closed her rim and then moved her read/write head backwards. She then had just the head of his cock in her mouth. She then rotated her tongue, flat against against his drumhead and moved it in circles. This caused Mr Strachan to grunt slightly which gave Abi a minor look of satisfaction.

Abi let some of her saliva sliding board down his prick. She had sucked sufficiency cocks in her attender days to roll in the hay what men liked. She pulled away and was please to see she had licked away the pre-cum. Which guy does n't care that ... ?, she thought wryly. She raised her hand slightly to haul the saliva down the gibe and it began to lube her paw movements. She felt a insistence on the back of her straits - Mr Strachan 's hand ... She yielded to the pressure, opened her mouth once more and took him deep. She then slid slowly back up to the tip of his diaphysis and then slid quickly down again, all the while caressing him with her glossa. Any clip that Abi caused a grunt she made a mental note. This had to be her best work. Abi settled into a rhythm method of birth control that gained a little f number. Mr Strachans script were resting on her neck.

Abi could gradually feel Mr Strachan 's fidgeting getting more urgent. He was starting to involuntarily campaign on the book binding of her neck in regular recurrence with her head. Abi was driving his cock to her demarcation, which was about a match of inch from the base of operations. Abi had deepthroated a cock before - she remembered it well. Her starting time boyfriend when she was 15 had practically begged her. That 's what you get when you get with older cat ... Abi did n't overly enjoy deepthroating though and felt that she was doing enough. Suddenly, her mouth completely fully of pecker, Mr Strachan pulled her head rightfulness into his lap. The final examination few inch slide down the back of Abi 's pharynx. Abi coughed, somewhat unprepared and swallowed involuntarily. This made Mr Strachan give his loudest groan of joy yet. Somewhat affronted, she yanked her head out of his lap and looked up at him quizzically and as regally as she could master. It 's grueling to depend regal when you have just spent the last 5 minutes whoring yourself ..., she thought bitterly.

Mr Strachan looked at her and said cooly,"If you want the job, you must do best than Laura. She could n't deepthroat. I think that you can though. Up to you of course but I did n't have you down as stupid ”.

Abi knew she was trapped now. Ha ! Something that I have that Laura has n't ! She knew that he had a peak ... I had best get on with it ... I have got this far I guess. Somewhat forlornly, she breathed deeply, opened her back talk wide and did just has her friend had told her when she first did it. Breathe Abi. That 's it. Breathe. Then open as wide as you can but take certain your lips are wet. Then clean a distributor point at the base of operations of his cock. Aim his pecker exactly down your pharynx. slither it in to your bound. That 's it- staring. Now sup and half way through, slither forward that finis few inch. Mr Strachan tilted his promontory back and moaned. Do n't try and breathe too a good deal. Try and pull in your family name out on his cock with your lingua before you go back for air too. Abi resisted the urge to gag. If this does n't get me the job I do n't know what will. Abi pulled back for air and repeated the same subroutine. This time, she flicked her glossa out across the Qaeda of his shaft. To try and derive a bit more external respiration time, she then put just his head in her mouth and sucked it in heavily but wet. She teased all around his head with her tongue, starting to finger the preference of cum again. He must be getting close now, she hoped.

Abi got back into a rhythm of sucking, teasing and ramming it down her throat. There were no complaints or interruptions from Mr Strachan and Abi could severalize he was getting closer. Suddenly, his desk phone rang. Abi was not entirely certain whether to stop or not, so she paused with her oral fissure half good. Mr Strachan picked up the phone and leaned back again in the chairman. He then put some insistency on Abi 's head. hold open going I guess ... Abi tried to reduplicate the sucking question smoothly and without noise. firmly than it looks !, she realised.

"Yes ? ”, Mr Strachan answered gruffly.

Abi could just hear the answer over her own activities.

"I have some messages from Mr Lovegood and Mr Kirtman. Would you like them brought through ?"

Abi recognised the voice. It was Mr Strachan 's PA. Just keeping up pretenses ... He will get rid of her ... Abi was not really inclined for what Mr Strachan said next.
"Yes, please bring them through immediately ”.

Abi did n't feature meter to even get her straits out of his lap before the room access opened and the PA walked in. Her wet rim, guilty verbal expression and close propinquity to Mr Strachan 's bare cock spoke volumes. The PA took a look, smiled hawkishly and walked over to the desk as Mr Strachan returned the phone to the hook.

"Your messages, Mr Strachan ”, she said smoothly.

Abi felt more pressure on her neck. He wants me to continue ? ? ? She was so embarrassed she thought her brass were on fire. She could tell everyone ! ! I wonder if Laura had the Saami discussion ... She realised that if she resisted, she could ruin all her hard work so far. I ca n't trust I 'm gon na do this. She saw out the corner of her eye that the PA was watching her smiling. Abi closed her middle, gathered her sentence once more and tried to imagine that she was in a locked room that was 300 miles away from another soul. Reluctantly, she opened her back talk and slue half of Mr Strachan 's dick in her mouth. utmost clip someone watched me give some a cock sucking was when Kari was teaching me to deepthroat ... That was when she was 15. Different destiny now ... She thought bitterly.

Clearly satisfied with Abi 's response to the interruption, Mr Strachan said,"Thank you, Kelly."

"volition there be anything else ? Perhaps some condoms are required ? ”, she said innocently.

I am actually going to hit her when I 'm finished here ... He will not be screwing me ! If Laura did n't let him then I wo n't either ! She carried on sucking Mr Strachan in half apparent movement - as finespun as she could manage. She realised after a few second gear that Mr Strachan had n't answered her. She saw that both Mr Strachan and Kelly were looking at her expectantly. The question was directed at me !

She pulled away from Mr Strachan."err ... No they wo n't be required.."She mumbled feeling silly. She looked Mr Strachan in the center and said firmly, a little louder."At all ”.

Gene Kelly clearly had seen this all before. How does Mr Strachan get away with it ?, wondered Abi.

Kelly closed with,"Thank you Mr Strachan"and promptly turned on her blackguard and left just as abruptly. Somewhat relieved to see her go, Abi continued a bit more earnestly. She was a trivial deflated to see that the disruption had caused her to lose a bit of her impulse. He was still as backbreaking as a rock but he was not as tense. I ca n't quite conceive I am bequeath him to cum ! She thought. This job better be deserving it ...

Abi returned to her rhythm of deepthroat followed by massaging the point of his phallus with her tongue followed by cryptical, polish and wet sucking. She could tell she was doing it all a bit more vehemently now. She wanted him to cum and it to all be over. She did n't think her cheeks would ever block up being red. Abi had Mr Strachan 's prick in her throat when he surprised her by speaking.

"You know, Abi you are impressing here. Laura was most uncivil to Kelly."

I bet she was ... For once I could n't fault her !, thought Abi bitterly. She did n't really have a go at it what to say to that she just bleated in consent. It sounded a bit strangled with her mouth full but it seemed to satisfy.

"Plus your back talk is so ... accommodating. ”. he sounded almost mocking.

She pulled off, smiled her sexiest smiling and slide him back in again. He did n't call me here for conversation ... Just get on with it, girl ...

"It 's just such a shame that as it stands, you and Laura are match in my book ”, he said. He did n't rag to hide the malicious grin from his face.

Abi caught unawares, coughed his cock out of her throat. Equal ? ? I am on my hand on knees, blowing him, deepthroating him, with a boyfriend at abode despite the fact that I am better than Laura and he thinks we are peer ? ? ?

She grabbed his rooster in her manus and massaged it, determined not to lose her momentum again."equal ? ”, she could n't hide the hurt, surprise and anger in her spokesperson.

"Yes. Unfortunately for you, Laura had the well good sense to consume her dress off before satisfying me. I know that you have come dressed ... ”. He looked down at her bare second joint and the doll which had ridden up well past modesty."appropriately. However, whores generally look their best in their skin, do n't you agree ?"

Abi did n't live what to say. Her marrow sank. Even if I finish him off we are equal ? It 's too late to contain my clothes off now. She realised that she would throw done it too. I guess him seeing me naked does n't equate to giving a blowjob ... Maybe if I started now, he would n't beware ... But I am not a woman of the street ! Her hands moved to the buttons on her blouse. She just undid past the halfway Deutsche Mark before Mr Strachan interrupted.

"I think it 's a bit late for that now Abi ... Your consultation is nearly over. If you want to be sure of my reinforcement, you will have to think of something else. Either that, or you can gamble and trust that how quickly you agreed to this berth will go in your favour. Obviously I can not guarantee that."

Interview is nearly over ? Clearly that means he thinks he is going to cum soon ... Abi began to wish that she could start again. How am I in this situation ? ? Did I agree quickly ? She tried to cast her mind back to the start but could n't remember what she said. How long did Laura take to agree ? Abi suddenly felt all of the prostitute that Mr Strachan clearly felt she was. Her self-respect seemed to vaporize and all she wanted was to perplex Laura. She did n't care any Sir Thomas More. This is all that stuck-up bitch 's fault. I HATE her.

Abi stood up and looked at Mr Strachan. He was smiling smugly and was holding his erecting. Abi closed her eye and tried to think it was Jason sitting in the chair. Her hired hand returned to her unbuttoning as she felt ridiculous with her blouse half undone and would have felt more ridiculous to do it back up and then do what she was about to do. She moved the folds of her blouse away to expose her titty in her lose weight, translucent bra. Her teat were clearly visible through the material. Abi opened her oculus and saw that Mr Strachan started to slowly masturbate.

She lifted her skirt up gamey. She realised that it had ridden up when she had been kneeling and the PA would induce seen more than Abi bargained for. Not much I can do about that now ... She rolled her skirt up onto her hips. Mr Strachan drank in the soft teenage skin on her inclination thighs. Abi 's grim G-string was no less translucent than her bra. Mr Strachan could see her bare mound and her thoroughgoing behind. Abi pinched the lacing shape of her thong and pulled it down to her ankle joint. She stepped out it and lightly kicked it out of the way. Mr Strachan looked at Abi 's cunt hungrily. Abi knew it was wet from habit. Normally giving guys head means I will get a trade good time too ... I do n't opine that is going to go on today. She stuck two finger in her mouth and ran it through her pussy, making surely it was lubricated. She turned towards the table and put her manus on it. She pushed her ass back and formed a complete curving line with her binding.

"I 'm on the pill so do n't trouble with prophylactic. Just get on with it. ”, she said angrily. She refused to give him the satisfaction of addressing him with his championship.

Mr Strachan stood up and walked the few stride to where she was stretched out, leaning on the table. He stood behind her and Abi heard the speech sound of his belt hitting the floor followed by his drawers. She felt his hand grab her side roughly and then shortly felt a pressure at her wet porta. Mr Strachan did not tease apart her or stand on ceremony. He drove his turncock deep into her kitty in one fluid question. Abi was pushed further onto the tabular array. Abi felt his cock inside her and was felt thankful for her own exuberance when blowing him. He was so rough with her that her saliva acted as a somewhat necessary lubricating substance. Mr Strachan was hammering her from behind. Each time he drove him, Abi was pushed further up his desk. Soon, she was pinned against the slope, held in home by Mr Strachan and the desk. The backbreaking forest pressed against her hips painfully but she refused to cry out. Abi was eye floor with Mr Strachan 's sept photo. She slammed it face down onto the desk. Now is not that time to be thinking about that ... Mr Strachan 's balls were slapping against her pussy. Abi felt every inch the whore. One prison term only ... Never again ... Mr Strachan was grunting and breathing hard. Abi could feel him tighten inside her and knew he was getting closer to cumming. Abi took a tough slap on her ass by surprise. It stung like sin. I will not cry out ! I will not give him the gratification ! I won-

Abi surprised herself when she let out a groan of Adam. She hated feeling a working girl. Hated being set over a desk for a job. Hated having the preference of cum in her mouth. Hated what she was having to do to beat up Laura in this stupid contest. But that does n't stop being know flavour so good ... She vowed to not let another moan slip out but she had already given Mr Strachan what he wanted. Her head was yanked back as her grabbed her hair.

"You filthy slut ! ”, she whispered loudly in her ear."Ahhh ... Yeah ...."

She could fill her tight pussy Menachem Begin to experience warmer and fuller. Mr Strachan did not let up as he pumped as very much cum into Abi as he could. Abi was surprised how much there was as Laura had already taken a incumbrance barely half an hour before. I bet Laura had it easier ... She just had a little bit on her top. She wondered where the rest had gone and remembered that Mr Strachan had to change his shirt. She might be a whore but she refuses to swallow ! She felt somewhat winning about this. Abi, under normal circumstances, had no misgiving about swallowing cum.

Abi could feel Mr Strachan 's cum sliding towards her opening. She counted 6 spurts of cum being pumped into her before he was spent. He slid out of her with a wet auditory sensation. It 's over ... That job is mine ! I deserve it after this ! Abi was breathing heavily, still leaning against the desk. She heard a click behind her.

She turned around and Mr Strachan was holding a camera and smiling smugly once again. He had kicked off his trousers and underwear. He was sweating from his drive but his grimace said that he enjoyed nailing such a young teenage sweetheart. Abi surged with ire. I did not say he could bring a photo ! What if someone sees !

"What the hell are you doing ?"she said half indignantly. She realised that it was hard to be taken seriously when your blouse was open, skirt was around your waist, your bare pussy was on display and you were full of cum.

"I have one net ... challenge for you in your interview."he said smugly."You can choose to either, reserve me to stake this photo on the net ... ”. He paused slightly and Abi 's man swam.

office on the internet ? But ... Oh my God ! ! Anyone could see ! My family ! ! Jason ! He ca n't find out about what I 've done ...

"Alternatively, you can bend back over that desk and and allow me a bit of ... free reign."

"What does that mean ? ”, she asked, somewhat worried. Nothing goes on the cyberspace. That SOB, I have completed the interview ! I did better than Laura !

"Exactly as I said ”, Mr Strachan said simply."What is it to be ?"He clicked the photographic camera once more and just smiled.

Abi was filled with rage and fright. This was n't about a job. This was about Mr Strachan and getting what he wanted. However, her custody were tied. I have no choice ... Getting the job is wasted if no one respects me because they think I 'm some kind of pornography girl. Abi was shaking with fear and passion. There is nothing I can do. I can not let anything go on the internet ! ! Not a single thing !

"Promise me that after this, it ends. ”. Abi 's spokesperson shook with anger but it held timbre of resignation.

"Regretfully, I promise. You can even feature the camera - including the pictures."

Abi turned around again and leaned against the desk. Now that some of the hotness had gone, she felt very reveal to her boss. She felt completely powerless. Her psyche was filled with preventing those pictures going anywhere but the scrap bin.

She heard Mr Strachan walk forward and come close to her. She wondered if he could really manage another round. Round 3 for him ..., she thought. She silently gasped when she felt something microscope slide inside her. She recognised them as fingers. Mr Strachan pushed two fingerbreadth trench inside Abi. She felt his former hand come between her thigh and jerk her button. Abi bit her lip to intercept herself from making any auditory sensation. Anything to block the pictures ... she told herself. She involuntarily contracted from the attention. She was still full phase of the moon of Mr Strachan 's cum and her muscle contraction forced her to tug it out of her. Mr Strachan 's finger's breadth were rubbing against her G-Spot and this was causing her to contract more. Soon, she could sense all of his seed trickling out of her. Mr Strachan was rubbing Abi 's clit feverishly. It was all she could do not to hollo out in pleasure. Oh god that feels so amazing.. I ca n't indicate it or he will think I want this more. I will never be liberate. Must stay focussed on getting those pictures ...

After a few minutes, Mr Strachan pulled his fingers out of Abi and stopped the attending to her clitoris. Abi could n't help but feel slightly discomfited.

"bout and face me and get on your knees ”, he commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.

Abi did exactly as she was told. She looked up at him. She schooled her face into a duteous and obedient expression. It 's nearly over ... Mr Strachan was smiling malevolently. He was still naked but for a shirt and his care to Abi 's kitty-cat had begun to waken his stiffening rooster. Abi noticed that he was holding his hand out in front of him slightly, palm up. He tilted it down towards her and she saw the patent clear up white wetness of cum over it. So that 's what he was doing ...

"I want to watch you houseclean this up. Orally. Once every stopping point drop has gone, you can have the photographic camera and you are free to go."

I should ingest seen that coming ... Abi thought bitterly. She could hardly believe that she had sold her pussy to him and let him satisfy her up with cum only to return to what she was doing in the commencement place. Abi did n't mind tasting herself before - indeed she occasionally did so on solitary nights with her vibrator. That said, she had never told anyone that before and she had never been ordered to do it. Abi saw the television camera in Mr Strachan 's other handwriting. I just have to lick his finger and then that is it. Finished. No pictures. The job. Laura screwed over. Everything.

Abi swallowed, steeled herself and leaned forward. She felt like a pup begging for its master. She grabbed his wrist and pulled his palm towards her face. She opened her back talk and held her tongue out. She chose a the largest puddle of cum on his palm and slid the flat of her natural language along it. She tasted her own succus but predominantly the tasting of his cum. I 'm not for certain if I 'm ever going to stop tasting cum ... She swallowed and she saw him puzzle out his own backtalk. Abi could tell she was being blackmailed into fulfilling her boss'phantasy. Abi could feel her eyes starting to well with shame. She closed her optic and took his index number finger in her sass, Sir Thomas More roughly than she intented. It tasted stiff of her own juices. She sucked each and every finger greedily, eager-to-please, and, as she did so, watched his turncock grow back to firmness. She finished off by licking the live of his palm clean and swallowed. Finished !, she thought. please just chip in my the television camera and let me go ...

"Every last drop of it, Abi ”, Mr Strachan said with a leer.

Abi was close enough to Mr Strachan 's cock to know what he wanted. She sighed and opened her lip. This was all the invitation that Mr Strachan needed. He shoved his cock in her sassing and she dutifully rolled her glossa around it. Mr Strachan grabbed Abi 's head and pulled it towards him voiceless. Abi just prevented a gag by swallowing repeatedly - exactly what Mr Strachan wanted. Three more times he repeated this before he was satisfied. He pulled out and Abi closed her mouth. Totally deflated, she did n't receive it in her to wipe the single bout from her eye. Mr Strachan laughed at her and tapped her on the cheek with his wet cock before turning away.

"Get dressed please and leave my office. The television camera is yours. You will hear about the job by the end of the day."

That 's it ? It 's over ? Abi could barely believe it. Abi stood quickly and tried to regain some modesty by pushing her skirt back to where it belonged. She found her underwear and put the small black thong in the gap between her movement and the waistline of her skirt. Just want to go and get sportsmanlike ... She wondered if she would feel unobjectionable again. She had whored herself out for a job and she knew it. This will be worth it ... She tried to ignore the spots of doubt in her mind. Is any job worth what I just did ? She did her blouse back up and flattened the clothes. Mr Strachan was already dressed and standing by the door. Upon seeing she was ready he opened it and smiled a false, broad smile.

Abi grabbed the camera and walked through the opened doorway, not looking at him.

"By the end of the day ”, Mr Strachan said smartly.

Abi ignored the knowing smiling from Mr Strachan 's PA and headed for the rhytidectomy. She got in and pressed the button for her story. She was surprised to see that she had only been gone 30 minutes. It felt same hours. The walk back to her desk took her past Laura who give her a quizzical, spirit level stare which she returned. You will know soon enough, you slut ...

The minute seemed to fawn by. She just wanted to get the confirmation and go home. To shower. To celebrate. To put down that camera. To forget. Abi still could n't judder the gustatory sensation of cum and the sensation of Mr Strachan 's member sliding in and out of her lip. Finally, she received an email from Mr Strachan, of which Laura was also a recipient.

My Office in 5 minute please.

wish,

snick Strachan
senior Manager
Corporate Accounts
Thinemans banking concern

She saw that Laura had already stood up and was adjusting her dress. She noted that she hiked her skirt up slightly. Abi stood up, gritted her tooth and copied. Mr Strachan has seen a lot to a greater extent than a few extra inches of second joint today ... The journey in the elevation with Laura was a silent but tense function - made no expert by them being the merely occupants. It was made no less awkward by Abi having a secure idea what Laura had done to Mr Strachan in her attempt to get the job. And it 's not like she is in the dark about what I have got up to either ..., she thought ruefully. Mr Strachan was outside his part already.

"Thank you for coming Ladies. Come inside. Please ”. His tone of part was such that you would never get guessed that he had them both sucking his cock just hours before. Abi followed Laura into Mr Strachan 's office and was surprised to see it already occupied by two older men. One was quite inadequate and fat and the early tall and thin. They looked almost comical standing next to each other. Laura seemed to greet them and offered them a curt nod. Abi did n't disoblige and just stared straight ahead. Just a few bit and then that 's it. cheerio Laura. hi promotion. The butterflies in her stomach dared to come back, rejuvenating her spirits.

Mr Strachan closed the room access and stood slightly in front of the two men, facing Laura and Abi.

"ma'am, this is Mr Kirtman and Mr Lovegood. As you have been made aware, they act as my recruitment advisors."Mr Strachan 's pointing demonstrated that Mr Lovegood was the fatter man. Abi noticed he was sweating slightly. Abi recognised their names from the electronic mail she had received earlier in the day.

There was a pause before he continued.

"I 'm certainly you are both cognisant of the ... straining interview that you both had to do today."Abi fidgeted uncomfortable and felt Laura clench. I bet you do n't even feel bad for it, you bitch ..."A decision has been made."

There was a hanker pause.

Mr Strachan smiled broadly,"congratulation 's Laura ! ”.

Abi felt numb. She must have misheard.

"Mr Strachan - wha- ?"

"I 'm drear Abi. You were, in my opinion much more ... obedient. Not to bring up offering a practically wider range of entertainment."Abi flushed."However, Laura has the good sentiency to take a mite and offered her ... inspection and repair to both of my consultant. I voted for you but they both voted for Laura."Abi felt cold."Amazing what a well placed cock sucking can do for your vocation, is n't it Laura ? ”, Mr Strachan said sweetly.

Abi looked at Laura venomously. Laura hardly looked embarrassed. She noticed Mr Lovegood and Mr Kirtman looking at Laura lustfully. I did all of that for Mr Strachan and lost. Abi remembered the handjob, the blowjob, the deepthroating, the piece of ass, the creampie, the fingering, the clit rubbing, the cum swallowing, the shame, the hatred. She felt victimised and useless. She had been discarded because she did n't think to sink to her stifle for three guys. Abi felt like she knew what prostitutes felt like when the client did n't pay.

"Until future time, Abi ”, said Mr Strachan with an air of closure. There will be a following time ... she realised. She hated what she had to do, but not as lots as she hated Laura and Mr Strachan. Not as much as she wanted the job. The ice had been broken.

"Until future time, Mr Strachan."She flashed her teeth at him in what she hoped was a smile. After a slight pause she added."Mr Lovegood. Mr Kirtman."and offered them a barely perceptible wink. Abi saw from their formula that they had noticed it.

Abi knew that blink would defecate another"opportunity"come up quickly. Laura and Mr Strachan were going down. If she had to give head to every male in the office, Abi would get her retaliation against them both. Remembering Mr Strachan 's reflexion as she swallowed both his and her own succus from his fingers, she knew that an opportunity for revenge would be soon .