The ad seemed simple enough."help wanted. Full-time workplace in a professional ambiance. Duties include but are not limited to…"All that corporate jazz. I wasn't in love with the work liveliness, but my mom sure wanted me out of the house and working again, so I wore my considerably suit ready and made an appointment.

I wasn't really thrilled with the courting. I was more of a garb girl myself, but hey, ‘ frock for the job you want.'And I wanted the job. Living rent-free with my mom sounded great in theory, but the lack of freedom was… restricting. She cooked the meals for the two of us, which was definitely kind, but… I kind of overlook having autonomy over my own meal. If I skipped a meal, like a good mom, she'd ask why. Then I'd tell her I had a fast food meal with my friends, and even though she in all probability didn't care… some contribution of me just felt guilty.

Staying out late wasn't something she forbade, but she was a light sleeper and I was form of clumsy. I'm sure if I asked, I could add 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 place, living in the urban center by my own means. And she wanted me to get to in force use of my business degree. So, here I was, at Parallax Systems, with precisely zero previous work in the business office industry, looking up at the several-stories-tall construction, doing my honest not to get cold foundation.

Like all post edifice, the lieu was a maze, though luckily a helpful worker at the straw man of the building 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 several hallways and two elevators just to rule my way.

At the end of the conclusion hallway, I saw a window into another room with the blinds down. The window read,"Parallax Systems : The Optimal Solution."God knows your stage business would neglect if your tagline actually included what you sell. Giving a sharp exhale and clearing my pharynx, I opened the door to find a waiting room of sorts, with some kind of repository typing away.

Like me, she was wearing a gray suit, but unlike me, it complimented her pitch-black skin beautifully. I was always a small embarrassed of my pallidness - it seemed like no issue how backbreaking 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 calculator and desk. Upon seeing me, her stern face disappeared, revealing instead a dazzling smile that almost made me think she was in the damage 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 encounter right now, but he'll bombilation 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 and sat down, playing with my pollex.

I think I just wanted to be distracted by anything rather than thinking about the coming interview, but Jennifer was distractingly attractive. God knows I wasn't thinking about it for any reason other than green-eyed monster - I didn't swing that way - but she was the case of person who was definitely a headturner.

I know everyone goes crazy for blue eyes, and call me a self-hater, but I wasn't loony about my own blue eye. blue air eyes just didn't do it for me. Jennifer's were a beautiful light source brown, the rare kind of eyes you only see once a twelvemonth or something, the kind that make you stop over in your tracks and say,"Woah."My own blond hair was done up hastily in a kind of ponytail, but Jennifer had these lifelike gold braid going on that drove me godforsaken with invidia. They looked so good on her that I began to sense as though I should accept spent more than sentence on my hair, in 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 look for differences. Something in the air was making me nervous. It was likely the impend end of the world of the interview 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 stead had that ‘ corporate air conditioner'vibe to it, where it was slightly stale 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 contribute a second gear 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 event 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 vexation about me !"she replied, smiling warmly."I'm, uh, actually nearly cease my workload for the day."

I looked at the clock, then back at her."It's not even tiffin yet !"

She chuckled and gave me another dazzling smile."What can I say ? My deal 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 tote bag, hoping to blot out 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 composition 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 brow at me as she took the paper, accidentally touching one of my fingers in the process. For whatever reason, I retracted my hired man and went quickly to sit back down, leaving her to calculate over my CV while I sat, waited, and moved my thighs together in my seat.

After a few secondment, she lifted her principal to where she thought I was, then confusedly looked over to where I was. A disconnected expression still painted on her face, she half-chuckled at me."Don't you want to go over this together ?"she asked me, a melodious tonicity to her vocalisation.

"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.

Of the survey. The sketch. Don't get me wrong, from my pointedness of view, it would throw been all too sluttish to get a flavour down her courtship jacket if I wanted to, but this was a professional piece of work environs, she might cause been a futurity coworker, and plus, I wasn't into girls. It just wasn't me.

Jennifer started going over the resume with me, pointing out certain things on the theme and explaining to me which things I should stress and which affair I should skip over, supplementing the advice wirth pointers about Mr. Laurent, the case of questions he sometimes asked, and what he's looking for as answers. Eventually I had to put a handwriting down on the theme and stop her.

"Jennifer… if I can, uh, call you Jennifer…"I clumsily began. I was definitely blushing. I had no clue why though.

She laughed puzzledly."tone innocent ! I mean, that is my name…"

"I really appreciate this, but… why are you helping me out like this ? Do you help oneself out all of the multitude that come here looking for a job ?"

Jennifer looked down and bit her lip, smirking. I felt my suit jacket get sozzled across my chest. I shifted in place."Okay, fine, you got me,"she half-laughed."Sojourner Truth is, Mr. Laurent has a bit of a… standard around here. A few basic outlook. And along the way, I've gotten to understand a lot of those expectations, and earn a twosome of my own. So, I help those who…"She looked back up at me."…I need 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 form of coincidence or something. I gave a aflutter chuckle and looked back at her."And I'm… one of your favorites ?"

She gave me that brilliant smiling. The one I was decrepit 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 paper slowly back to her face. She said aught, but smiled at me and looked back down at my sketch. Her odor 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 smell you've smelled before once, but only once, and it's the considerably thing on the planet. You just want to keep inhaling it forever. Forever.

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

I gave my oral sex a tremble."Uh, sorry. face. 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, cypher,"I lied. Of course something was wrong, I could experience a high temperature growing between my legs, burning brighter by the second, to the extent where I wasn't going to be able to stand for much foresightful."Just cheek !"

"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 brass."And as his secretary, it's my duty to induce sure the audience 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 misfortunate pussy 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 tutelage how, but I did care when - right now.

I don't know who made the maiden move, me or her. I didn't attention. Within a secondment, our unfastened sassing were attacking each early, our bodies practically sealed by the mouth, with our well-groomed bodies mashing and grinding up against each other, all attempt at subtlety and politeness gone. I melted, bringing my arm around Jennifer, and in reply, she grabbed my body, still kissing me passionately, and slammed me against the bulwark, making a worryingly forte disturbance. Her tongue invaded my mouth as she ground her hips against me with a purpose and passion I had never felt before for any man. All I could do was attempt to maintain up and take her tongue and submit to her, which I eagerly did.

I have no clue how a lot 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 heart, like I was a subjection 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 front of the window afterwards. After she was slaked that no one could glint 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 get a bit longer in the pre-interview… yes, that's right, just a few affair. You understand, right ? …Wonderful ! …Yes, we would, is it too practically to ask the others to use the back ingress 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."

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 break in on us ? A-and the noise-"

Jennifer put her finger to my lip and donned her most inexperienced person expression."Good employees know how to say many things in few Bible,"she told me in a very sober, yet almost sickeningly sweet voice."And as we all know, actions speak louder than words."

With that, she launched on me again, pushing me back against the wall, aiming for my neck this prison term. All intellection of nervousness and ‘ what if'left my brain as I could think about zero but her hot rim on my neck, her hip pushing and grinding against mine, and the groan coming out of my backtalk without my thinking, moans I had never even heard myself piss before.

I ground my hip joint back against her and felt the very welcome invasion of her teeth in my neck opening, biting down hard, but not too hard. plenty to cause me pule and wriggle. While I was in use being enveloped by the pleasance of her candy kiss and raciness on my neck, Jennifer was busy working my suit crown off, and once I had come back to the land of the living adequate to realize what she was doing, I helped her make for my jacket off, rewarding her with a view of my white undershirt. It was exculpated from her hungering glance that she wanted to see me with the shirt off too, but she was preoccupied with her own suit of clothes jacket first.

I gasped when it came off. Even through her body of work shirt, it was crystallise that Jennifer wasn't wearing a bra ! She noticed where I was staring and gave a low laugh."surprise ?"she asked seductively, her voice like butter, as she undid her clitoris one by one."Ever played with a char's boobs before ?"she asked knowingly, nearly all of the buttons undone.

I shook my school principal dumbly, staring at her chest.

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

I was such a fool to think she had a staring consistency with clothes on. Her dope were absolutely perfect. They were the same shade of John Brown as the eternal sleep of her flawless skin, with the elision of trend of her very much darker nipples. She had such cute ring of color, shaped with little polka-dots of blackness that came together, instead of my take roach Jennifer would no doubt be seeing soon. Her nipples stood proud and set up, with her allow for one pierced ; my pussy throbbed at the idea of sucking that one first. I came into this office thought I wasn't into girlfriend, but now here I was, realizing her pierced nipple was one of my bighearted fetishes ever.

It wasn't long before we were on the floor of the office, my back against the ass carpeting of her secretary business office with her dangling her perfective tense fat titty in my fount, telling me to suck them. I couldn't dominance myself and greedily took the perforated one, taking it into my mouth and sucking hungrily.

Jennifer winced and lightly pulled back at the sudden pain."Easy, sister !"she laughed with infliction in her vocalization."I know they're irresistible but you got ta go dull. 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 ordination she gave me like a little puppy, tidal bore to please her and be pleased in return key. I would make done anything for her. She smiled so confidently as she mashed her body into mine from above, making me her little beef. I loved the notion of her physical structure 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 body 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 mash them into my face, getting to a greater extent and more into it herself, her grinding on me becoming subconscious. She was losing control condition, 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 individual different than the charwoman who entered this building. I could practically feel my thoughts rewiring to only desire her, to please her, to love her. And she was loving every secondment of it. Eventually, she began shuddering on top of me, and held up a helping hand to get my attention."Alright, Rachel, that's enough. You've done very well, and I think you deserve to acknowledge what it feels like yourself."

I practically ripped my shirt off as soon as she got off of me, earning a soft chortle from her. She helped me undo the last few clitoris, smiling at me and stealing every buss 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 featherbrained matter with me here ?

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

She extended her tongue forward, and began slowly, opting to give chase upwards to my teat from the middle of my pectus instead. She arrived at my right mamilla and began kissing instead of licking, barely making contact with my mammilla even once. I groaned in sexual foiling, and she looked up at me and grinned through the candy kiss as she continued. For the next few arcminute, or at least what felt like it, she would avoid my mamilla, kissing all over, but never on the stain I wanted her to hit. At the moment when I opened my mouth to object, she flicked her tongue across my tit for the first time, and, weak as I was for this woman, I almost had an orgasm right then and there. I was so make and pent up by this beautiful repository, and she had me lying down in her authority, my snatch throbbing, all just from licking across my mammilla once.

And she did much more than just that. Once the floodgates had been opened, Jennifer began kissing, sucking, licking, and even lightly biting my nipple, all while her hand played with my other. No one was even touching my snatch and yet I felt like I was in Shangri-la. I squirmed and practically spasmed in post, feeling the heat energy of Jennifer on top of me, moaning and calling her public figure, all while she did way less than any of my previous young man 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 lips wrapped around my nipple. Once I said this, her eyebrow 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 tolerate up or even sit up, she began taking her pant off for me, not being shy in the slightest about being raw in her own office.

With the way this juicy minx thought about brassiere, I was almost expecting her not to wear any panties either, but when her pants came off ( having to almost disrobe them off of her yummy broad pelvic arch ), they revealed a pretty dark twain of panties that looked a trivial skimpy to be wearing underneath a cause. She started to take them off, but apparently had a better 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 woman's pussy in somebody ?"I shook my head no nervously."effective girlfriend. Well, you're going to get acquainted with it soon, so do us both a favor. Get your head in nice and nigh. Take a cryptical breath."

I gasped at her request, but readily did what I was told. I leaned my top dog in, past the level of no return, until my nose was against the fabric of her panties, and breathed in.

Then again. Then another one. Then a athirst lick. This was the smell. This is what I wanted so badly, without even knowing it, from the instant I entered. I was licking her like a slow slut over and over, losing control over myself as I breathed her in. Jennifer laughed and ground her hips against my aspect."Yeah, I thought you'd like that, you little whore,"she told me in a burly voice. After a few moment, she pried my aspect away and removed her panties, letting me see my first kitty-cat in person.

It looked absolutely mouth-watering. I don't know what I was expecting, but from the moment I first saw it, I was for some understanding so happy she didn't shave. Her pussy was covered in hair and pussy with her stimulation, with her clit visible even through the whisker, just waiting for me to check how to bring in her cum. I looked up at Jennifer with puppylike submissive obedient little middle, silently pleading to get closer again so I could read to eat it. Smirking, Jennifer gave me the okay and I dove in.

Much like with her boobs, I had no cue what I was doing at 1st, though I was much Sir Thomas More aware this time, partially due to Jennifer's demonstration, that less is more. I began by experimentally licking her folds, and paying easy attention to the clit, though I was super gentle with hers knowing that mine was incredibly sensitive. The more I played with it, the more Jennifer's moans ( and she definitely was a moaner ) let me know what I was doing right. The mental simulacrum of a professional secretary role, with the secretary standing naked in the middle of the room, her dumb squawk on her articulatio genus eating her out right there where she stood, was so aphrodisiac to me. I really wanted to open my drawers 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 mistress, and how dare I think about my own pleasure when I needed to focus all of my time and zip on my fancy woman'pleasance ? Hers was more important than mine.

God, I was down bad.

I kept licking and began using my fingerbreadth in tandem bicycle with my tongue, learning to use them together to attain what one couldn't have done on its own. Jennifer clearly appreciated my crusade, and moaned to the heavens while bringing both of her hands to the back of my principal and making sure her beneficial little girl kept licking and pleasing her. As if I would do anything other than that - my Mistress needed pleasing, and I don't like how much I humiliated myself for her or who saw me, I lived and breathed for this charwoman and her delight. It was the most important matter in the world to me.

Between her moan, Jennifer kept giving me statement on what she wanted me to do. God, it was so hot. Hearing her usually professional person voice breaking down and giving in to her pleasure like I gave in to mine, and using such rough lyric the faithful she was to an orgasm."screw yeah, fuck make love piece of ass, you're such a good piddling bitch, you're my practiced little slavish cocotte, aren't you ? roll in the hay yeah you are…"fuck yeah I was. I loved the way she degraded me as she fucked my mouth better than any man in my liveliness did. No man ever earned the form of address of ‘ Master'for me. But Jennifer won me over almost embarrassingly quickly, and now, I would have eaten her out in public any fourth dimension she asked me to. We could have been waiting for the bus, as girlfriend and girlfriend - I blushed at the thought process, even as I was tongue-deep in her pussy - and she could photograph her digit and I'd be on my genu again for her in a second gear, sparing no thought for the early citizenry around us as I humiliated myself, thrusting my face into her slit like it was the effective thing I ever tasted. Because it was.

Jennifer's pitch got more and More high up pitched and breathier as she approached her orgasm. She also got a lot rougher with me, pulling my hair and slamming her rosehip into my aspect, and letting me know who I was to her.

"You're just a crashing short whore ! A torpid slovenly woman, 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 mouth off of her pussy long enough to answer."I'm going to eat you out every day, mistress."

"fucking rightfield you are. You're just a dumb footling sex toy. You exist for me, and my delight ! You're going to get so bonk unspoiled at eating me out, and you're going to get addicted to it, if you aren't already ! screw, fuck, fuuuuuck ! !"

Jennifer practically sprayed in my facial expression, and I loved every second of it. She was a huge water gun, and it turned me on so much, having her juices splash across my face, or at least the succus I couldn't drink down. She had given me her mark, claimed me, made me hers. ‘ Mistress'was almost an insult. ‘ Goddess'was more like it. I hoped to God I would get the job and get to see that case, and eat that pussy, every single day.

We remained like that for a bit until both of us, at the same time, remembered where we were. I would have liked to have had my pussycat eaten, but there were to a greater extent pressing affair at hired hand. I scrambled around, gathering my clothes and using a hand-mirror Jennifer kept in her desk to clean my face and organize my tomentum so it looked as presentable as possible, while Jennifer, still dressing, picked up the telephone set and pressed one number on the dial.

"hullo, Mr. Laurent ! …Yes, she's gear up for you now. I… less time than usual ? Well, she had a pretty impressive sketch ! Yes sir, I have a adept tactile sensation about her ! …Wonderful, I'll send her right in."She put the speech sound down and stared at me, re-buttoning her shirt but remaining bottomless. I don't know if it was just a Wyrd out-of-order thing for her or if she was shirking the gasp as a personal choice. She put her shirt cap on quickly afterwards but just chucked the drawers 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 do this happen,"she whispered sexily into my ear."Go in there and wow him. And afterwards, be indisputable 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 helper but giggle at the absurdity of the situation, then gathered my sketch back together and exhaled briefly one last time, steeling me for the interview.

After going through the door, I walked through a pocket-sized open corridor to see Mr. Laurent's room at the end. I couldn't assist but curiosity, if the secretary was like this, what in the pit was the chief going to be like ? Was he going to answer the room access naked or something ? I knocked on the door and it was promptly opened, revealing who I assumed to be Mr. Laurent.

He was a good-looking magniloquent middle-aged opprobrious man, in a dark blue sky suit that looked good on him. He had a very serious face, but upon seeing me, a lovesome grin broke out."welcome ! I trust you're Rachel ? Please, do in, take in a seat."He closed the room access behind me."Jennifer talked to me about you. She said she had a good feeling about you, and she doesn't say that about a lot of people !"

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

Mr. Laurent took a seat at his desk in an too chance 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 looking at of alarm system from spreading across my facial expression as I realized only then just now what I was getting into."Ah-ah-ah !"Mr. Laurent pre-emptively held up a digit to me."I see that looking, and I've gotten it before. But I assure you, Jennifer is one of the burnished, most qualified people I ‘ ve ever hired, if not the most. And she's an awe-inspiring masses person."Yeah, you could say that again."I assure you it's not nepotism. And confide me, you'll like her. If you get the position, you'll likely be working with her just as lots as I do on a daily groundwork. Anyway, are you ready to start out the consultation ?"

I stared at him, mouth still slightly loose, not sure how to answer.



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