Janie was running seriously late. The taxicab had managed to get lost on the journey across town, the driver was more interested in quizzing her about her common soldier living than following his sat nav. The elevator from the tube car park to the entrance hall was not working so she had to take the air or in her shell run a quarter mile extra out of the building and back in at street level.

Then the receptionist on front line desk had a really crucial bit of phone flirting to do before she could be bothered to deal with Janie.

"Jane Barron, interview, Room One oh three, Eleven XXX,"she blurted out.

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

Janie sprinted for the lift, she had been pretty near at 100meter running at gamey school but her three inch heels were a big impairment as she tore across the lobby.

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

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

"I'm late !"Janie protested.

"Shoud have gotten up earlier,"the lift guy observed,"barren energy just doing trips for one soul, better to wait a minute of arc 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 cerebrate she had a chance but she would take on anything as long as it wasn't McDonalds or Wal market, or driving a truck, or working in a concern plate, basically she wanted an light 9 to 5 desk job paying mega bucks but in her mind she would strike 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 subject what.

The lift stopped. The aerodynamic lift guy had opened an access jury and pulled a breaker.

"What's your rushing ?"He asked. She stared at him. He was taller than her, and sure-enough 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 pussycat to the full of jizz bad ?"he enquired.

"I'll call security !"she threatened.

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

"You bastard,"she squealed.

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

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

"I guess we both know that's not right,"he corrected her,"expression in the mouth will mess up your constitution, in the Pansa no one will know."

"You're evil,"she countered.

"Nope, I'm Howard, Evel is my cousin,"he replied,"meter's wasting, decision time."

Janie weighed up her fortune of kicking him in the clump and getting the lift going. She figured they were about zero. She was scared but somehow randy. Her pussycat was getting moist, she was cognisant of goose bumps on the bare skin beneath her knee length bird between the tops of her hold up stockings and the boundary of her skimpy panties.

She glanced at her watch.

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

"Excellent choice dame, roll your pantihose down."he suggested.

"grasp ups,"she said,"Just relieve my scanty aside."

She couldn't believe she just said that.

"Sure doll,"he replied.

He dropped his St. Matthew the Apostle and ten maybe twelve column inch of sound American English muscle stood up all pink and ready. Janie's eyes were out on shuck, it was huge, much fully grown than she was used to. concern made her heart and soul pound, everything went into irksome motion.

He pressed her against the lift car rampart and lifted her left leg with a hand under her upper thigh, he eased up her skirt and she caught hold of the hem and held it out of the way.

He took hold of his penis and guided it so it slid along her intimate thigh and gently engaged her pussy. She raised herself up as his phallus began to still inside her. It felt so huge, waving of botheration and pleasure mingled. Her moist gland went into overdrive and she forgot all about interviews.

It felt so surreal. No kisses, no soreness, just a smooth gentle nooky. Two the great unwashed enjoying a moment of pure pleasure.

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

"You got five storey to make me cum,"he whispered.

"Shut the piece of ass up and jazz me,"she hissed,"I need your jizz tangible bad."

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

The rhytidectomy pinged. The threshold opened and the rhytidoplasty guy started to cum. Red hot jizz started to fill Janie's fresh Pus as she became aware of various people clustered around the face lift door.

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

She stared. Jizz was still pumping from the face lift guy's peter. She looked at the cap in despair.

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

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

"You got the job wench,"Patrick Henry, the face lift guy said welcomingly as he dropped his lip to her neck and left a real red hicky to blade her as his own.

"Henry is our CEO,"the balding guy explained,"As well as a function fourth dimension taxicab device driver and lift attendant."

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

"Oh no. just a jade who can't resist me,"he countered,"You want the job, do the earphone, imbibe my shaft, 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 penis back in his pants.

"If you waned a working girl why not publicise for one ?"Janie asked.

"One tends to get the wrong sort of applier,"the balding guy replied,"henry does have particular necessity in that he hates using condoms and often needs Jonathan Swift release during group meeting as he finds big business a big bout on."

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

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

"Only the girls,"one of the girls standing in the backgroud,"Every Wednesday we have a team building sitting with gay woman sex and bondage."

"You are kidding right ?"Janie enquired.

They weren't