"You want this job so bad I'm sure we can COME to some arrangement?" she announced from her side of the desk.
I was being interviewed by probably the hottest woman I had seen in my life! Her blouse barely covered a huge set of tits I couldn't stop myself from staring at, her legs were long and thin with a black cotton miniskirt, and a pair of sharp blue eyes that made me go weak at the knees.
I was lost in a daydream, imagining her naked and spread waiting for me to sink my hard cock inside her – I couldn't help my mind from drifting.
"Stand up!"
"What?" I asked, "Is that the interview over?"
"Oh no, honey, it's just beginning."
I was confused. But it didn't take long for me to understand exactly what her intentions were.
"So tell me," she continued, "are you willing to give me what I want in return for the job you want?"
"Er..." I stood next to my chair with the only answer that was in my head, "yeah, I need this job so tell me what I have to do."
"What if I wanted you to strip?" she asked.
"I...I don't think...er..." I pondered on what it could result in when I was quickly interrupted,
"Mr Jones. The door is behind you. I suggest you exit via it if you are not willing to prove you want this job. If you are, then remove your shirt; show me your manly chest."
Realising the potential of the situation I placed my tie and shirt neatly on the chair, now standing topless before my interviewer.
"Take off your shoes and trousers. I want to see you standing in your underwear. And don't forget your socks!"
She was leaning back casually over her chair, pen in her mouth, chewing and tonguing it suggestively. Within seconds the only thing covering my eager young body was a pair of loose cotton boxer shorts.
She got up and took a long ruler from her desk, not bothering to pull down her miniskirt, which was now slightly hiked up from how she was sat. The tops of her thighs were no longer left to the imagination as I ogled her from where I stood. She then began walking round me, rubbing the ruler in her hand, eyes roaming up and down my almost naked body. I'd say I'm fairly thin, but finally my 20 years of life have started to fill me out a bit so I guess I'm half way between thin and average build. My chest is toned, mainly due to being thin rather than the sparse sessions at the gym. I'm not particularly hairy and have shaved balls – a request of a previous girlfriend. My hair is generally roughly spiked with a clean shaven face.
As Amy went out of sight she brought the ruler down on my arse. It was fairly gentle, more playful than bondage. She stoked the ruler up and down my back, teasing the waistline of my boxer shorts, causing my package to begin to firm up.
"I suppose it's unfair for you to be almost naked and me fully clothed isn't it?"
"Er...yeah..." I replied, sounding quite dumb.
"Right then, give me your hand and close your eyes."
I did as I was told. She took my hand in hers and placed it on her bare neck, slowly beginning to trail it down her cleavage. As I felt her chest beginning to bulge slightly she brushed my hand across her blouse, my fingers straightening to trace the outline of her bra underneath.
