Janie was running seriously late. The taxi had managed to get lost on the journey across Town, the driver was more interest in quizzing her about her private life than following his sat nav. The elevator from the underground car park to the lobby was not working so she had to walk or in her cause run a quarter mile extra out of the construction and back in at street level.

Then the receptionist on front desk had a really important bit of telephony flirting to do before she could be bothered to dish out with Janie.

"Jane Barron, interview, room One oh three, eleven 30,"she blurted out.

"You're late,"the receptionist observed,"Take the centre elevator."No good luck or anything the receptionist just picked up her cellular phone again with a bored scowl.

Janie sprinted for the elevator, she had been pretty expert at 100meter running at high-pitched school day but her three inch heels were a big balk as she tore across the lobby.

"One oh three,"she bellowed at the lift operator.

"One oh three,"he replied in a bored droning and stood watching the chief door.

"I'm late !"Janie protested.

"Shoud have gotten up earlier,"the facelift guy observed,"permissive waste energy just doing trip-up for one someone, secure to hold back a mo to see if anyone else rocks up."

"Dam you,"I'll take the steps,"she snapped, but the door were closing.

Her heart was pounding, she needed the job, she didn't really guess she had a prospect but she would take anything as long as it wasn't McDonalds or Wal Mart, or driving a truck, or working in a tutelage nursing home, basically she wanted an comfortable 9 to 5 desk job paying mega vaulting horse but in her mind she would engage anything.

The cosmetic surgery started moving.

She couldn't really understand why she had been short listed but she was going to get this job no matter what.

The lift stopped. The lift guy had opened an accession panel and pulled a breaker.

"What's your hastiness ?"He asked. She stared at him. He was taller than her, and aged but not old, and he wasn't overweight.

"I have an interview ten minutes ago and I need the job so get this lift moving !"she snapped.

"How bad, mouthful of jizz bad or slit good of jizz bad ?"he enquired.

"I'll yell security !"she threatened.

"No cell signal in here,"he smirked,"No CCTV neither."

"You bastard,"she squealed.

"You look real fuckable when you're angry,"he observed.

"You won't get away with this."she protested.

"I guess we both know that's not right,"he corrected her,"Look in the backtalk will mess up up your makeup, in the puss no one will know."

"You're iniquity,"she countered.

"Nope, I'm Catherine Howard, Evel is my cousin,"he replied,"clip's cachexia, conclusion time."

Janie weighed up her chances of kicking him in the balls and getting the lift going. She figured they were about nil. She was scared but somehow worked up. Her puss was getting moist, she was aware of goose protrusion on the bare skin beneath her knee length wench between the teetotum of her hold up stockings and the edge of her skimpy panties.

She glanced at her watch.

"Ok you win, lets do it, in my pus Ok ?"she conceded.

"Excellent choice madam, drift your pantihose down."he suggested.

"Hold ups,"she said,"Just ease my scanty aside."

She couldn't believe she just said that.

"Sure doll,"he replied.

He dropped his Saint Matthew the Apostle and ten maybe twelve inches of skilful American muscleman stood up all garden pink and set. Janie's centre were out on stem, it was huge, much adult than she was used to. Fear made her marrow hammering, everything went into slow motion.

He pressed her against the lift car wall and lifted her leftfield leg with a hand under her upper thigh, he eased up her annulus and she caught keep of the hem and held it out of the way.

He took hold of his penis and guided it so it slid along her inner thigh and gently engaged her pussy. She raised herself up as his phallus began to ease inside her. It felt so vast, undulation of pain and pleasure mingled. Her moist gland went into overuse and she forgot all about interviews.

It felt so surreal. No kisses, no tenderness, just a still ennoble fuck. Two masses enjoying a moment of pure pleasure.

The lift started moving again. He had reached up and readjust the breaker.

"You got five level to reach me cum,"he whispered.

"Shut the shag up and hump me,"she hissed,"I need your jizz genuine bad."

She couldn't believe what she just said, but she seriously needed to cum and a snapshot of jizz usually did the trick.

The lift pinged. The room access opened and the elevation guy started to cum. Red hot jizz started to meet Janie's sweet slit as she became aware of several hoi polloi clustered around the facelift door.

"Congratulations, welcome aboard,"an old balding guy she took to be CEO said welcomingly.

She stared. Jizz was still pumping from the lift guy's tool. She looked at the roof in despair.

Then she looked again, the lift guy was giving the thumbs up.

"What exactly the shag is going on ?"she asked as his spent cock slid from her.

"You got the job doll,"William Henry, the aerodynamic lift guy said welcomingly as he dropped his oral fissure to her neck and left a real red hicky to brand her as his own.

"Henry is our CEO,"the balding guy explained,"As well as a percentage sentence taxi number one wood and cosmetic surgery attendant."

"Oh fuck so you pretty much want a adulteress who fucks anyone ?"Janie surmised.

"Oh no. just a slut who can't resist me,"he countered,"You want the job, respond the phones, suck in my cock, do some filing, let me jizz in your puss."

"I don't know,"Janie sighed.

"Hell daughter there's a queue of applicant's if you don't want it,"Henry reminded her as he stuffed his member back in his pants.

"If you waned a whore why not advertise for one ?"Janie asked.

"One tends to get the wrong sort of applicants,"the balding guy replied,"H does bear particular essential in that he hates using safety and often needs swift release during meetings as he finds big business organization a big turn on."

"Ok, lupus erythematosus of the psychotic analys,"Henry interjectd,"But he's not far wrong."

"Ok I guess,"Janie agreed,"Do I have to make out anyone else ?"

"Only the missy,"one of the girls standing in the backgroud,"Every Wednesday we have a squad edifice sitting with lesbian sex and bondage."

"You are kidding right ?"Janie enquired.

They weren't