The ad seemed mere enough."Help wanted. Full-time work in a professional standard pressure. Duties include but are not fix to…"All that corporate wind. I wasn't in love with the work biography, but my mom sure wanted me out of the house and working again, so I wore my skillful courtship ready and made an appointment.

I wasn't really thrilled with the courtship. I was more of a dress girl myself, but hey, ‘ frock for the job you want.'And I wanted the job. Living rent-free with my mom sounded outstanding in theory, but the deficiency of freedom was… restricting. She cooked the meals for the two of us, which was definitely kind, but… I kind of missed having liberty over my own meals. If I skipped a meal, like a right mom, she'd ask why. Then I'd tell her I had a tight food meal with my friend, and even though she probably didn't care… some theatrical role of me just felt guilty.

Staying out recent wasn't something she forbade, but she was a fall slumberer and I was kind of clumsy. I'm sure if I asked, I could bring a boyfriend or something over, but… yeah. If you know, you know. There was no way in hell I was doing that while I still lived with her.

I wanted my own piazza, living in the city by my own means. And she wanted me to take a shit good use of my business degree. So, here I was, at Parallax Systems, with precisely zero old work in the agency industry, looking up at the several-stories-tall building, doing my best not to get cold feet.

Like all office edifice, the blank space was a snarl, though luckily a helpful proletarian at the front man of the edifice gave me the centering where to go. It was one of those building that had several corporations in it, so I had to go through various hallway and two elevators just to find my way.

At the end of the conclusion hallway, I saw a window into another room with the blinds down. The windowpane read,"Parallax Systems : The Optimal Solution."God knows your business would go wrong if your tagline actually included what you sell. Giving a incisive exhale and clearing my throat, I opened the door to find a waiting room of sort, with some form of secretary typing away.

Like me, she was wearing a Zane Grey suit, but unlike me, it complimented her black skin beautifully. I was always a niggling embarrassed of my fairness - it seemed like no topic how toilsome I tried to tan, I'd either remain painfully white or get badly burned. She had a kind of stern face when she typed, but the rest of her was hidden behind her computing device and desk. Upon seeing me, her keister face disappeared, revealing instead a dazzling smiling that almost made me think she was in the wrong industry.

"hi 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 strike a rump ?"

"Oh,"was all I said in reaction. I could get flustered easily, and it was light up this poor woman had to do a lot of PR study given her pro vox. I walked over to the professorship on the other side of the elbow room and sat down, playing with my thumbs.

I think I just wanted to be distracted by anything rather than thinking about the upcoming interview, but Jennifer was distractingly attractive. God knows I wasn't thinking about it for any reasonableness other than jealousy - I didn't swing that way - but she was the character of individual who was definitely a headturner.

I know everyone goes softheaded for gamy center, and call me a self-hater, but I wasn't nutcase about my own blueing eyes. Blue eyes just didn't do it for me. Jennifer's were a beautiful clear brown, the rare kind of middle you only see once a yr or something, the kind that make you give up in your tracks and say,"Woah."My own blond hair was done up hastily in a kind of ponytail, but Jennifer had these born braids going on that drove me raving mad with envy. They looked so good on her that I began to experience as though I should have spent more time on my hair, in compositor's case this was a thing Mr. Laurent liked in his employees or something.

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 reckon for differences. Something in the air was making me nervous. It was likely the impend end of the world of the consultation coming up, but… if felt like there was something else going on.

Was it the temperature ? No, it wasn't too hot or anything. The place had that ‘ bodied air conditioner'vibe to it, where it was slightly colder than it probably should have been, but not cold enough to be bothersome. Well, if it wasn't the temperature, what could it have bee-

"Oh, by the way, did you happen to bring a moment copy of your resume with you ?"Jennifer interrupted me out of nowhere.

I shifted in my seat."Uh, no, should I take ?"

"No, no, it's okey. I was just thinking, perhaps to help you out, I could look over your resume before the interview began, just in face there's something I know Mr. Laurent will indicate out or something."She flashed me another grinning."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 perturb 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 grinning."What can I say ? My mitt 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. What was I on ?

I turned away to my holdall bag, hoping to hide out my face from her until my blushing went away, and retrieved my sketch 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 conduct from interviewees."Sounds like a plan,"she laughed."May I see it ?"

I handed the theme to her, for some reason deciding to ward off 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 eyebrow at me as she took the newspaper, accidentally touching one of my fingerbreadth in the process. For whatever ground, 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 second joint 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 verbalism still painted on her grimace, she half-chuckled at me."Don't you want to go over this together ?"she asked me, a musical pure tone to her spokesperson.

"Uh… oh,"I mumbled, getting up, squeezing my branch together subconsciously."Yeah, of course."I walked over to her, leaning against the desk and craning my neck so I could get a well view.

Of the resume. The resume. Don't get me wrong, from my stage of prospect, it would experience been all too easy to get a facial expression down her suit jacket if I wanted to, but this was a master employment environment, she might consume been a future tense coworker, and plus, I wasn't into girls. It just wasn't me.

Jennifer started going over the CV with me, pointing out sure matter on the paper and explaining to me which things I should emphasise and which thing I should skip over, supplementing the advice wirth 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, foretell you Jennifer…"I clumsily began. I was definitely blushing. I had no clue why though.

She laughed puzzledly."Feel destitute ! 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 citizenry that come here looking for a job ?"

Jennifer looked down and bit her lip, smirking. I felt my suit jacket get taut across my titty. I shifted in spot."O.K., 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 expectation, and take a couple of my own. So, I help those who…"She looked back up at me."…I wishing to get the job. You know, my favorites."

My breath was caught in my throat. I squeezed my thigh together again. Was I getting… wet ? No. This had to be some variety of coincidence or something. I gave a nervous chuckle and looked back at her."And I'm… one of your front-runner ?"

She gave me that splendid grinning. The one I was faint for."You're certainly impressing so far. I'm just doing what I can to help someone out. Us girls sticking together."

I looked from the theme slowly back to her human face. She said zip, but smiled at me and looked back down at my curriculum vitae. Her smell was so strong it practically clouded my vision. I couldn't describe her smell - some kind of combination of aroma, something deep and fruity, mixed with… something else deep. It's like, a spirit you've smelled before once, but only once, and it's the best affair on the satellite. You just want to keep inhaling it forever. Forever.

"Did you hear me ?"Jennifer's spokesperson brought me back to animation."Your mind seems… elsewhere."

I gave my school principal a handshake."Uh, sorry. Nerves. Could you repeat that ?"

Jennifer stared at me for a few second and finally cleared her throat."Is something going on, Rachel ?"she asked me.

"No, nothing,"I lied. Of course of instruction something was ill-timed, I could sense a hotness growing between my legs, burning brighter by the second, to the extent where I wasn't going to be able-bodied to stand for a lot farsighted."Just nerves !"

"Because it seems like something is ill-timed,"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 column inch from my typeface."And as his writing table, it's my duty to crap sure the interview goes as smoothly as it can,"she continued, speaking just above a whisper.

I couldn't ignore it anymore. No, fuck it, I couldn't take it anymore. My inadequate cunt was practically pulsing in my pants. I didn't know what was going on today, or what came over me, but I needed this woman, badly. I didn't care how, but I did worry when - right now.

I don't know who made the offset motility, me or her. I didn't care. Within a indorsement, our open mouths were attacking each other, our consistency practically sealed by the lips, with our well-dressed bodies mashing and grinding up against each former, all attempts at subtlety and politeness gone. I melted, bringing my arms around Jennifer, and in response, she grabbed my body, still kissing me passionately, and slammed me against the rampart, making a worryingly brassy noise. Her tongue invaded my sassing as she ground her pelvic girdle against me with a purpose and mania I had never felt before for any man. All I could do was set about to sustain up and take her tongue and submit to her, which I eagerly did.

I have no cue how much time had passed before she finally retracted her lip and loosened her grip on me. When she did, she smiled at me through prankish, half-squinted heart, like I was a conquest she had won or something. I had been with so many men that thought they came across like that, or that they were these alpha wolves that had me begging and subservient for them, but 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 straw man of the window afterwards. After she was fulfil that no one could glint in, she put a finger to her rim and picked up her sound, dialing one number and putting it to her ear.

"Hi, Mr. Laurent ? …Yes, I'm with her now. …Actually, we were hoping to get a bit longer in the pre-interview… yes, that's right hand, just a few matter. You understand, right ? …Wonderful ! …Yes, we would, is it too a lot to ask the others to use the backwards entrance if they need to ? …Fantastic, thank you so much."She put down the phone and looked at me hungrily."We have the room to ourselves."

evening though I was wet and never wanted anyone more, the extremeness of the office was starting to get to me."C-can we know for sure that no one is going to just break open in on us ? A-and the noise-"

Jennifer put her finger to my lips and donned her most sinless expression."unspoiled employees know how to say many things in few Christian Bible,"she told me in a very dangerous, yet almost sickeningly sweet voice."And as we all know, actions speak cheap than words."

With that, she launched on me again, pushing me back against the bulwark, aiming for my neck this time. All cerebration of jitteriness and ‘ what if'left my learning ability as I could think about nothing but her hot sassing on my cervix, her articulatio coxae pushing and grinding against mine, and the moans coming out of my back talk without my thinking, groan I had never even heard myself make before.

I ground my hips back against her and felt the very receive intrusion of her teeth in my neck, biting down hard, but not too severe. Enough to make me whimper and squirm. While I was busy being enveloped by the pleasure of her kisses and bites on my neck opening, Jennifer was busy working my suit crownwork off, and once I had come back to the soil of the keep enough to bring in what she was doing, I helped her work my jacket crown off, rewarding her with a prospect of my white undershirt. It was gain from her hungering glimpse that she wanted to see me with the shirt off too, but she was preoccupied with her own suit jacket first.

I gasped when it came off. Even through her study shirt, it was top that Jennifer wasn't wearing a bra ! She noticed where I was staring and gave a low laugh."storm ?"she asked seductively, her voice like butter, as she undid her clit one by one."Ever played with a woman's pinhead before ?"she asked knowingly, nearly all of the clit undone.

I shook my headway dumbly, staring at her chest.

"Mm, I thought not. practiced, I like converting uncoiled little girl. Now come here and see what you've been missing,"she ordered, releasing her shirt with complete timing.

I was such a fool to guess she had a perfect dead body with clothes on. Her tit were absolutely thoroughgoing. They were the Saami shade of Robert Brown as the rest of her flawless skin, with the exception of form of her very much darker mammilla. She had such cunning areolae, shaped with little polka-dots of blackness that came together, instead of my accurate circles Jennifer would no doubtfulness be seeing soon. Her nipples stood majestic and erect, with her left field one pierced ; my pussy throbbed at the estimate of sucking that one first. I came into this situation thinking I wasn't into girls, but now here I was, realizing her pierced nipple was one of my bounteous fetich ever.

It wasn't long before we were on the floor of the office, my back against the shag rug of her secretary office with her dangling her perfect fat tits in my face, telling me to blow 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 sensation in her articulation."I know they're resistless but you got ta go decelerate. Run your lingua over them. Tease me before you dive into it. Build up to the delight, don't just festinate into it."

I eagerly obeyed every ordering she gave me like a little puppy, eager to please her and be pleased in tax return. I would birth done anything for her. She smiled so confidently as she mashed her body into mine from above, making me her piddling gripe. I loved the intuitive feeling of her body on top of mine. I could get so very used to this. I wanted to get this job so badly, just so I could take the air into piece of work to be greeted with this every day.

She cooed as I got better at pleasing her and sucking on her beautiful wonderful boobs. She began to dally them into my face, getting to a greater extent and more into it herself, her grinding on me becoming subconscious mind. She was losing controller, and wanting it nearly as badly as I did.

She kept biting her bottom lip and smiling hungrily at me, knowing that she was corrupting me in every way she wanted to. I was becoming someone different than the woman who entered this building. I could practically feel my thought process rewiring to only desire her, to please her, to love her. And she was loving every sec of it. Eventually, she began shuddering on top of me, and held up a hired man to get my attention."Alright, Rachel, that's enough. You've done very well, and I think you deserve to know what it feels like yourself."

I practically ripped my shirt off as soon as she got off of me, earning a soft chuckle from her. She helped me untie the last few clitoris, smiling at me and stealing every kiss she could get from me along the way. Eventually, the shirt was off, but I, being a prude, still had to undo my bra. What was I thinking, bringing this wacky affair with me here ?

When my bra was off, Jennifer took some time to appreciate what was in front end of her. She eyed me all over and, as always, bit her bottom lip in seduction. Her light Brown University heart focused on mine."You're so beautiful, Rachel,"she told me in awe. Without another Good Book, she inches forward, bringing her mouthpiece to my chest, looking me in the centre and nodding before continuing. I nodded back.

She extended her tongue forward, and began slowly, opting to trail upwards to my nipples from the eye of my chest instead. She arrived at my right tit and began kissing instead of licking, barely making contact with my nipple even once. I groaned in sexual frustration, and she looked up at me and grinned through the candy kiss as she continued. For the next few minute, or at least what felt like it, she would debar my nipples, kissing all over, but never on the spots I wanted her to hit. At the moment when I opened my lip to object, she flicked her tongue across my nipple for the kickoff clock time, and, weak as I was for this woman, I almost had an orgasm right then and there. I was so stirred and indite up by this beautiful secretaire, and she had me lying down in her office, my pussycat pounding, all just from licking across my mamilla once.

And she did much more than just that. Once the sluice valve had been opened, Jennifer began kissing, sucking, licking, and even lightly biting my nipple, all while her hired man played with my other. No one was even touching my pussy and yet I felt like I was in promised land. I squirmed and practically spasmed in place, feeling the passion of Jennifer on top of me, moaning and calling her epithet, all while she did way less than any of my previous fellow had done to me combined. So why was I feeling so much more for her than I did for any of them any time they tried to touch me ?

I couldn't wait any longer."I w-want to eat you,"I could barely get out, while Jennifer still had her beautiful mouth wrapped around my teat. Once I said this, her brow shot up and her mouth came off me with a light ‘ pop.'“ Is that so ?"she purred, standing up."I admire your ambition."Not waiting for me to stand up or even sit up, she began taking her pants off for me, not being shy in the slightest about being naked in her own function.

With the way this naughty tease thought about bras, I was almost expecting her not to fag out any panties either, but when her pants came off ( having to almost flake off them off of her delectable all-encompassing hips ), they revealed a pretty black pair of panty that looked a little skimpy to be wearing underneath a suit of clothes. She started to pack them off, but apparently had a easily idea.

She motioned for me to sit up, then ordered me,"On your knees."I did as she told, and she smiled at me."So, have you ever seen a char's pussy in someone ?"I shook my head no nervously."Good girl. Well, you're going to get acquainted with it soon, so do us both a favor. Get your head in nice and end. consider a deep breath."

I gasped at her petition, but readily did what I was told. I leaned my head teacher in, past the power point of no return, until my nose was against the fabric of her step-in, and breathed in.

Then again. Then another one. Then a thirsty lick. This was the flavour. This is what I wanted so badly, without even knowing it, from the mo I entered. I was licking her like a dumb slut over and over, losing control over myself as I breathed her in. Jennifer laughed and ground her hips against my face."Yeah, I thought you'd like that, you little whore,"she told me in a burly voice. After a few seconds, she pried my font away and removed her panties, letting me see my foremost slit in person.

It looked absolutely savoury. I don't know what I was expecting, but from the moment I first saw it, I was for some reason so glad she didn't shave. Her pussy was covered in hair and puss with her arousal, with her clit visible even through the hair, just waiting for me to learn how to earn her cum. I looked up at Jennifer with puppylike subservient obedient little oculus, silently pleading to get closer again so I could learn to eat it. Smirking, Jennifer gave me the okey and I dove in.

Much like with her boobs, I had no clue what I was doing at first, though I was much more mindful this metre, partially due to Jennifer's presentment, that lupus erythematosus is more. I began by experimentally licking her crimp, and paying light care to the button, though I was passing gentle with hers knowing that mine was incredibly sensitive. The more I played with it, the more than Jennifer's groan ( and she definitely was a moaner ) let me know what I was doing right. The mental image of a professional secretary business office, with the secretaire standing naked in the middle of the room, her dumb bitch on her knees eating her out right there where she stood, was so sexy to me. I really wanted to open my trouser and masturbate as I was pleasing her, but something stopped me. I think it was because this was clearly all about Jennifer's pleasure. She was like… my fancy woman, and how dare I think about my own joy when I needed to focus all of my meter and energy on my schoolmistress'joy ? Hers was more significant than mine.

God, I was down bad.

I kept licking and began using my fingers in tandem with my tongue, learning to use them together to accomplish what one couldn't have done on its own. Jennifer clearly appreciated my efforts, and moaned to the heavens while bringing both of her hand to the backbone of my head and making certain her in force little miss kept licking and pleasing her. As if I would do anything other than that - my Mistress needed pleasing, and I don't care how much I humiliated myself for her or who saw me, I lived and breathed for this cleaning woman and her pleasure. It was the most authoritative affair in the world to me.

Between her groan, Jennifer kept giving me instruction on what she wanted me to do. God, it was so hot. Hearing her unremarkably professional vocalism breaking down and giving in to her pleasure like I gave in to mine, and using such harsh language the close she was to an orgasm."piece of ass yeah, sleep together fuck roll in the hay, you're such a good petty gripe, you're my honest lilliputian submissive whore, aren't you ? shtup yeah you are…"screw yeah I was. I loved the way she degraded me as she fucked my oral fissure better than any man in my sprightliness did. No man ever earned the title of ‘ master copy'for me. But Jennifer won me over almost embarrassingly quickly, and now, I would have eaten her out in public any metre she asked me to. We could have been waiting for the bus, as lady friend and girlfriend - I blushed at the thought, even as I was tongue-deep in her pussy - and she could snap her fingers and I'd be on my human knee again for her in a second, sparing no view for the other people around us as I humiliated myself, thrusting my face into her pussy like it was the best thing I ever tasted. Because it was.

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 pelvic arch into my face, and letting me know who I was to her.

"You're just a fucking little whore ! A abeyant adulteress, not knowing your purpose in life until you met me ! And now that you've met me, what are you going to do, bitch ? !"

I took my mouthpiece off of her pussy long enough to answer."I'm going to eat you out every day, mistress."

"fucking right wing you are. You're just a slow fiddling sex toy. You exist for me, and my joy ! You're going to get so fucking good at eating me out, and you're going to get addicted to it, if you aren't already ! fuck, fucking, fuuuuuck ! !"

Jennifer practically sprayed in my aspect, and I loved every second of it. She was a vast squirter, and it turned me on so much, having her juice dab across my nerve, or at least the juices I couldn't drink down. She had given me her mark, claimed me, made me hers. ‘ kept woman'was almost an insult. ‘ Goddess'was more like it. I hoped to God I would get the job and get to see that face, and eat that pussy, every single day.

We remained like that for a bit until both of us, at the same clip, remembered where we were. I would have liked to have had my snatch eaten, but there were more urge on matter at hand. I scrambled around, gathering my wearing apparel and using 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 telephone set and pressed one act on the dial.

"hi, Mr. Laurent ! …Yes, she's ready for you now. I… less metre than usual ? Well, she had a pretty telling sketch ! Yes sir, I have a practiced 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 trouser as a personal choice. She put her shirt jacket crown 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 as shooting 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 fatuity of the spot, then gathered my resume back together and exhaled briefly one last metre, steeling me for the interview.

After going through the door, I walked through a modest open corridor to find Mr. Laurent's way at the end. I couldn't help but wonder, if the secretary was like this, what in the hell was the genus Bos going to be like ? Was he going to answer the threshold naked or something ? I knocked on the door and it was promptly opened, revealing who I assumed to be Mr. Laurent.

He was a well-favored tall middle-aged disastrous man, in a sinister blue suit of clothes that looked good on him. He had a very grievous face, but upon seeing me, a warm smile broke out."receive ! I trust you're Rachel ? Please, fall in, take a seat."He closed the threshold behind me."Jennifer talked to me about you. She said she had a good notion about you, and she doesn't say that about a lot of mass !"

I took my seat and cleared my throat timidly."I take it Jennifer is your secretary ?"

Mr. Laurent took a ass at his desk in an excessively effortless way."Ha ! In a mode of speech production, I guess. See, that's her title around here, but first and foremost, Jennifer is my daughter."

I couldn't help the facial expression 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 fingerbreadth to me."I see that looking, and I've gotten it before. But I assure you, Jennifer is one of the brightest, most qualified people I ‘ ve ever hired, if not the most. And she's an amazing people person."Yeah, you could say that again."I assure you it's not nepotism. And trust me, you'll like her. If you get the stance, you'll likely be working with her just as practically as I do on a daily basis. Anyway, are you set to start the interview ?"

I stared at him, mouth still slightly open, not for certain how to answer.



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