Nerves almost got the better of her as she reached for the polished brass handle, she breathed deeply, steadied herself and opened the door. The room was vast, mouldings on the ceiling, huge windows dresses with thick woven curtains and set away from the long desk; a chair in the middle of the gleaming wooden floor.
'Sit down Miss Thomas.' there he was, the reason she was here, the reason she had spent hours searching the internet, the reason she had written and re written her CV 20 times. She wasn't proud of the fact she'd looked up where he worked and tried for months to get an interview, applied over and over and over. It felt pathetic, desperate and that wasn't her, but seeing him sat behind that long, deep mahogany desk she knew it would be worth it.
There were two other men sat beside him, although they had similar frames as him their presence couldn't be felt in the same way, they looked almost like extras, no not even that more like props. His grey hair looked like he had it cut every morning, his suit was tailored to hug his broad chest, a pale blue shirt open at the collar to show a small glimpse of his strong neck. In that moment she knew she was staring because she caught his intense blue eye as he lifted his head. He knew was she was staring, there was a look of familiarity in his gaze and his bearded lip lifted in a small subtle smirk. Had she been found out? There was no way a man like that recognised her. It was years ago anyway and it was only one night, one amazing night but that was to her a man like that had nights like that all the time, plus she'd changed her hair. She shrugged it off and shuffled in the hard wooden chair, her crisp white shirt rustled as she moved she fidgeted feeling on display.
The interview was so professional; although she was over qualified for the role he really put her through her paces and didn't make it easy. Neither of the other two men made a sound, they only looked up every now and again; it was very odd they were difficult to explain. They were non-descript, generic in every way, not unattractive but not attractive, she went back to the same thought as before, they were his props but to what end?
'Now Miss Thomas,' he lent back in his chair the professional persona slipped away and the smile on his face made her feel uneasy, 'let me ask the difficult question.' The man to his left pushed his high backed leather chair away from the desk and walked around to the other side of the desk. She tried to follow him and work out what was going on but he walked right passed her to the door, 'Miss Thomas don't look at him, and look at me. Are you ready for the tough question?' Click. Her head swung round and the man was walking away from the door, did he just lock the door? She couldn't be sure but her heart felt like it could burst through her chest, panic was starting to take over.
'Erm, er' she couldn't get the words out as her head swung from him to the door again, she pushed her thick framed black glasses up and made sure her perfectly scrapped up bun was still in place, 'yes' she cleared her throat. 'Yes of course,' straightening up in the chair she crossed her legs and looked him in the eye, 'Yes', firmer this time, 'I am ready.' Whatever happened she had to work with him, she needed to be around him every day, so yes she was ready for it to get tough. He was smirking, he was really enjoying watching her squirm she just knew it but she also knew this was a test she had to pass.
'Very good,' his deep blue eyes fixed on her nervous green eyes, 'what would you do to get this job?' he wasn't leaning back anymore he was sitting up like he was goading her. Silence. She didn't know what he meant. How could she answer that? She really wanted to say I'd do anything you asked me too but she couldn't say that. 'Come now miss Thomas you said you were ready for the questions to get tough, so answer the question. Don't hold back when it's just got interesting.' Now he was just plain smiling at her discomfort. He was really enjoying this.
Her eyes hit the floor she couldn't look at him when she said it, especially not with his two sidekicks there. In a whisper she muttered 'anything', the fact she really meant that filled her with shame and her usually pale face flushed red.
'Speak up.' his tone had changed and his words echoed in the room.
Filled with shame and embarrassment she looked up through her long black lashes to meet his gaze, 'anything.' Another whisper, she knew it wouldn't be enough; she lifted her head and looked straight in his eyes. 'Anything. I would do anything to get this job.' her tone was defiant, it was almost a challenge.
'Anything. Mmm I wonder if you really mean that? Let's see shall we?' his smile was gone now and all that was left was an intense stare that made her shiver in the most confusing way. She was afraid there was no doubt about that but she was also excited and determined.' Stand up.' this was a command she obeyed in a second. 'Walk towards the desk.' it was as though he was commanding a robot she didn't even think she just acted. 'Unbutton your shirt.' as her hand reached for the button she stopped. Had he just told her to unbutton her shirt, her eyes searched his face for an answer. 'Unbutton your shirt,' he did not break eye contact as he spoke. She looked at the two men either side of him and then back to him hoping her silent question could be heard. 'You said anything Miss Thomas. Did you mean that or were those empty words?' She opened her mouth to start to object but she knew she was going to do it, she meant it she meant anything.
With her crisp white shirt unbuttoned all the way her full breasts sitting in her white lace bra were exposed to the room. She felt a slight chill in the air, or was it just nerves and shame? She fixed her gaze on the desk in front of him but she could see both men beside him taking in every inch of her on show for them. 'Take off your skirt, then your shirt and let your hair down.' his voice had become deeper but he wasn't giving anything away not really. At first she thought to protest but why she was going to do it anyway so she may as well get on with it.
Her reddish brown hair fell over her bare shoulders as she let it free from its bun. There was no turn back now, her breasts bounced as she shuck her heels a little unsteady on the floor, thin black stockings covered her shapely legs up to her round thick arse. She was grateful for small favours and thanked herself for wearing her Brazilian knickers today instead of a thong. 'Turn,' he cleared his throat his eyes had glazed over, she felt smug, he definitely liked what he saw, 'turn around.' She turned around slowly feeling like she had won a small victory and having completely forgotten about his sidekicks. 'Bend over.' Her head swung back around so fast she almost pulled something. This felt like a test, but not for the job, why did he keep looking at her in that way? Did he remember her? Did it matter? She looked at him hoping for something, some sign. She caught his eye and he just raised his eyebrow she knew what he was saying without a word spoken. Anything.
The floor was immaculate if she concentrated on that she wouldn't have to think about the fact her arse was in the air and three men were staring at it. 'I think I want a closer look. Come here and get on the table on all fours in front of me.' The familiar sting of tears pricked, she was so ashamed. Ashamed didn't even come close to how she was feeling but she needed to be close to him and this was just one day. S-he had planned this, she knew he would test her he pushed her limits during the night they spent together and she had never been so turned on in her life. One day.
The sound of her heels was deafening as she slowly walked towards the table. She couldn't look at him or the others she just had to do it. It would be worth it, she'd have a job but more importantly this man who had become her obsession would be there every day. Anything. Getting onto the table was a struggle it was really high, but she did it then she was knelt in front of him. His breath was warm on her side as he looked her up and down. 'We definitely don't need this,' he'd barely said the words before her bra fell at her hands. He had opened that in a second. His warm hands made her jump as he lifted each hand to remove her bra, it felt tender she looked at him. His face was warm and he smiled softly. She knew it was going to be worth it.
'Mathew pull her knickers down.' his voice was hard again the moment of tenderness had passed.
They were his props there to humiliate her. Her face was red and she took a deep breath to try to stave off the tears that were pushing their way through. Mathew's hands were cold and clammy he seemed nervous too, he pulled her knickers down to her knees and then lifted each knee to take them off. A warm hand again, it had to be his this time it was stroking her arse moving closer and closer to where she wanted him the most. With his hand on her arse his finger grazed her pussy, he seemed like he wanted to check her but give her no pleasure at all. 'What a soaking wet cunt you have Miss Thomas.' He was mocking her, she was so embarrassed but she was soaking wet the mix of emotions and confusion spinning around her head had not confused her pussy, that knew exactly how she felt and it never lied. 'Anything.' it wasn't directed to her he just uttered it out at her willing body as his eyes ran up and down her. Her whole body jerked when his finger slipped inside her, she let out a whimper.
He took it straight back out again and the loss felt immense to her, for a second she thought he might use his finger to make her cum for him. He grabbed a fist full of her hair and lifted her head, his eyes scanned her face, 'do you taste sweet Miss Thomas? Is your cunt dripping with sweetness?' her eyes were pleading with him as he forced his fingers into her mouth. It hurt, it was so rough they stung; he ran his fingers over her tongue and then forced them down her throat so far it made her gag. 'I think we need to work on that don't we Miss Thomas. Aaron, come here.' She didn't look up she tried not to think about what he was making her do she just wanted to make him happy. 'Get on the desk Aaron and give her your cock to suck.'
The conflict was at war in her mind, she only wanted him, she wanted HIS cock not anyone else's but he wanted this from her and she wanted to be everything to him. Would he like her more or less with another man's cock in her mouth? Anything. Aaron stood above her, he unzipped his trousers, he lifted his hard cock out and put it in her face. 'Feed her your cock, I wanted to see it sliding in and out of her mouth.' Inch by inch he slide his cock into her mouth, her breath was already hitched as she tried to swallow down her tears but he was so deep in her mouth she couldn't breathe at all now. Aaron groaned as he slowly edged in and out his cock glistening with her saliva. 'Fuck her face' with that command Aaron grabbed her head and slammed his cock into the back of her throat. She moved back and tried to get away but he gripped her head hard to push further in. His cock hit the back of her throat with such force she gagged and was almost sick, her eyes watered and he pulled his cock out to let her breath. 'Impressive Aaron, try not to cum in her just yet I want to test this theory of 'anything'. Matthew come here and get on the desk I wonder if she takes it as well in her cunt.'
There was no hiding it now, she was just an object, like his sidekicks, there for his amusement, just a toy for him to play with. She was so confused she felt used and worthless but excited and turned on. The warm hard cock touched her tight wet hole, she didn't know what she wanted but her body was not so conflicted she had fight the urge to slam back on the cock so it filled her up and gave her the release she so desperately needed. 'Slowly, Mathew, really slowly.' Mathew did has he was told, there was no question who was in charge here. It was painful slow, she wanted it, she didn't want him but she wanted something inside her. His cock was so hard and it was so warm inside her. He moved so slowly she felt every inch of him.
'Fuck' Mathew growled, 'she's so fucking tight.'
