Janie was running seriously late. The hack had managed to get lost on the journey across townspeople, the driver was more interested in quizzing her about her private life than following his sat nav. The elevator from the cloak-and-dagger car parking area to the lobby was not working so she had to take the air or in her typeface run a quarter mile extra out of the building and back in at street level.

Then the receptionist on nominal head desk had a really important bit of telephone flirt to do before she could be bothered to deal with Janie.

"Jane Barron, consultation, Room One oh three, Eleven thirty,"she blurted out.

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

Janie sprinted for the lift, she had been pretty good at 100meter running at senior high school but her three column inch heels were a big hindrance as she tore across the lobby.

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

"One oh three,"he replied in a world-weary drone and stood watching the main door.

"I'm late !"Janie protested.

"Shoud have gotten up earlier,"the lift guy observed,"Wastes zip just doing trips for one individual, better to wait a instant to see if anyone else rocks up."

"Dam you,"I'll take the stairs,"she snapped, but the doors were closing.

Her heart was pounding, she needed the job, she didn't really think she had a probability but she would take anything as long as it wasn't McDonalds or Wal market, or driving a motortruck, or working in a care home, basically she wanted an easygoing 9 to 5 desk job paying mega clam but in her mind she would take anything.

The lift 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 elevator stopped. The lift guy had opened an access control board and pulled a breaker.

"What's your rush ?"He asked. She stared at him. He was taller than her, and onetime 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, taste of jizz bad or slit full of jizz bad ?"he enquired.

"I'll call security !"she threatened.

"No cubicle signaling 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,"looking at in the mouth will mess up your makeup, in the puss no one will know."

"You're evil,"she countered.

"Nope, I'm Leslie Howard Stainer, Evel is my first cousin,"he replied,"Time's cachexy, decision time."

Janie weighed up her hazard of kicking him in the clump and getting the lift going. She figured they were about zero. She was scared but somehow aroused. Her twat was getting moist, she was aware of bozo bumps on the bare skin beneath her knee length bird between the whirligig of her hold up stockings and the bound of her skimpy panties.

She glanced at her watch.

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

"Excellent selection madam, roll your pantihose down."he suggested.

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

She couldn't believe she just said that.

"Sure bird,"he replied.

He dropped his Levis and ten maybe twelve inch of good American heftiness stood up all pink and ready. Janie's eyes were out on husk, it was vast, much swelled than she was used to. reverence made her heart Cypriot pound, everything went into slow motion.

He pressed her against the face lifting car paries and lifted her left leg with a paw under her upper second joint, he eased up her wench and she caught hold of the hem and held it out of the way.

He took keep of his member and guided it so it slid along her inner second joint and gently engaged her kitty-cat. She raised herself up as his penis began to comfort inside her. It felt so immense, moving ridge of pain and pleasure mingled. Her moist glands went into overuse and she forgot all about interviews.

It felt so surreal. No candy kiss, no tenderness, just a smooth gentle fuck. Two multitude enjoying a moment of pure pleasure.

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

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

"Shut the ass up and hump me,"she hissed,"I need your jizz real number bad."

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

The face lift pinged. The doors opened and the rise guy started to cum. Red hot jizz started to fill Janie's sweet puss as she became mindful of several people clustered around the rhytidectomy door.

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

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

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

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

"You got the job dame,"Henry, the lift guy said welcomingly as he dropped his oral fissure to her neck and left a existent red hicky to mark her as his own.

"Joseph Henry is our CEO,"the balding guy explained,"As well as a part time taxi device driver and lift attendant."

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

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

"I don't know,"Janie sighed.

"Hades girl there's a queue of applier's if you don't want it,"Patrick Henry reminded her as he stuffed his member back in his pants.

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

"One tends to get the wrong sort of applicants,"the balding guy replied,"H does have peculiar necessity in that he hates using condoms and often needs swift waiver during meetings as he finds big business enterprise a big turn on."

"Ok, less of the psycho analys,"henry interjectd,"But he's not far wrong."

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

"Only the fille,"one of the girls standing in the backgroud,"Every Midweek we have a squad building session with tribade sex and bondage."

"You are kidding right ?"Janie enquired.

They weren't