I walk into the office building for an interview with a placement agency. I'm running a little late because I'm on my lunch break from the café I work at. When I get to the floor I am a little flustered, but I take a deep breath and walk in with a smile on my face.
The office assistant greets me and gets me to take a seat. After a minute a young blonde woman in a red dress escorts me into the back. We have a little small talk as we walk to her desk. I see a beautiful brunette sitting near the back watching me. I see the silver hoops in her ears shine in the light. When the blonde asks me to take a seat I am brought back to reality.
She asks for my resume so it can go into the system. We review my previous employment and she makes notes. I hear a woman clear her voice behind me. When I turn I see it is the brunette from earlier.
"May I sit in for the interview?" she asks the brunette. My mouth goes dry when I see her up close. Her white sweater hugs her breasts perfectly, revealing a little of the shoulders. I see that her black skirt has a nice slit up the back, showing off the nice legs. My eyes continue down to the black platform spiked heels with a strap around her ankle.
"Sure, Stephanie. This is Paul. He is looking for some work, he just moved to town," the blonde says. I forget her name because I am so taken with Stephanie. As we shake hands I feel a strong but subtle grip. When are hands slip away I am heartbroken to see a ring on her left ring finger.
As he shifts her wait on her chair I hear a soft moan come from her mouth. I think I must be hearing things. Our discussion goes from my employment history to my hobbies and the reason I came to town.
I watch as Stephanie's fingers linger at the neck of her top. The sweater shows her cleavage. I imagine what it would be like to spend a few hours exploring every inch of her full bosom. She shifts her weight again and this time I am certain I hear her moan. I see her nipples stiffen under her sweater.
I have to cross my legs and slightly shift my hardening cock. The blonde gets up and excuses herself. Alone with Stephanie I feel a pearl of sweat slide down my back. When I answer a question I see her playing with her pen between her lips, like it is a little cock. Her left hand slides down her leg, pulling up the hem. My eyes move down to the exposed thigh. I can see her lacy white panties under the skirt. Believing I am again imaging this I clear my throat.
She pushes down her skirt just as the blonde comes back in. I take the glass of water she offers me, to whet my dry throat before my voice squeaks. My hard dick fights against my pants so I shift again. Stephanie's eyes move to my crotch, then back to my eyes. I am certain she saw it because she slowly licks her lips. She takes a drink of her water, looking at me over the glass.
As the interview ends I get up to shake their hands. With a louder moan Stephanie stands up. With her heels she is close to my 6'4 height. Her grip sends me a message I am certain of. The glint in her eye seals it.
I get to the elevator and let out a breath as I settle my cock down. When I get to the lobby I run back to the café job. My boss is standing out front looking at his watch. He hands me a tub to clear the tables because we are about to get our afternoon rush. I clear the outside tables of all the glasses and plates. When I get back out to wipe them down I see a woman sitting with her back to the café. When I see her I realize it is the woman from the interview, Stephanie.
"Good afternoon, may I take your order?" I ask her.
She pulls down her dark shades, "I'll take a vodka, seven with a twist of lime."
