It was a Friday afternoon; Amos was in the middle of an overseas tele-conference call when there was a knock on the office door. He muted the microphone and spoke a vexed 'come in'.
The door cracked opened and Lindsey's blonde head peeked in. He gave her a 'come in' gesture as he endured the soul deadening corporate policy discussion with a dozen talking head view ports on the big screen.
Lindsey swung the door wider and led a brunette young lady behind her into his office. He remembered his last appointment of the day was an intern interview. Upon sighting the girl in Lindsey's tow, he decided he had more important and interesting duties to attend to than corporate rules minutia.
The interviewee wore a black A-line cotton dress with a broad flared skirt below her tight torso. The demure sleeveless top had a high closed neckline that covered her cleavage but couldn't disguise the generous volume of chest meat underneath. There were no closures in front, suggesting a back zipper. Her toned athletic legs stretched from the high thigh hem all the way down to mid-height black heels.
She looked familiar; then he recognized her as the daughter of one of their struggling vendors. That man was actually on the call. Roger must have made a deal to trade the disadvantaged supplier's offspring for business continuance.
And Amos was more than ready to interview the young lady in true corporate style.
"Sir, this is Nikki, a Summer Intern candidate. Roger was tied up in conference with Rinna and asked if you could conduct the interview."
"Of course."
Nikki said nothing. Her head was tilted forward, her face obscured somewhat by the long straight cut bangs that fell well below her eyebrows. He thought he perceived her eyes as blue through the splits in the bangs but he couldn't be sure. He figured he would soon discover whether he was correct.
Amos returned to his video call to find the attendees had gone silent. He saw in his self-camera window that the two stunningly pretty young girls in his office had come into the background view. He made his excuses and reached to end his participation. In one of the view ports, he saw Nikki's daddy give a startled look which then melted into a forlorn expression of dejection. He was aware of the rumor mill spinning yarns about the reputed summer interns' treatment at his client's facility. Then the screen went blank.
Amos wheeled his desk chair around to face his two visitors. Nikki stood slightly ahead of Lindsey, her hands clasped over her lower body, unconsciously covering her groin area. Her biceps pressed the outside of her dress covered breasts, giving them an even bustier bulge.
Her fire engine red lips were slightly split, neither a smile nor a frown, just neutral with a hint of white teeth showing. Amos wondered if she realized that image typically signaled to a man her invitation for intimate penetration: his tongue or his cock. Whether she knew it or not, he took it as such and it revved his arousal.
"Nikki... I like that name. Come closer, please."
Lindsey pressed Nikki's lower back and the new girl took a hesitant step, shyly looking at the carpeted space between her and her interviewer. She had also heard the rumors and was hesitant to enter this intern program. Her father insisted that it would be good to get some business experience during her college years to enhance her resume.
He hadn't told her it was imperative to save his company. In her introductory conversation with Lindsey, the rumors were confirmed and she succumbed to the inevitable role she must play to satisfy everyone else's wishes.
She was close enough now for Amos to reach out. She stood still while he examined her body. He stared at the full boobs in his face, noting their bounty under her dress. He smoothed a hand on her bare arm, waited out her involuntary flinch at the uninvited touch, then swept it passed her waist and around to her back, over her bottom and down her bare thigh.
His hand moved higher under the skirt and cupped an ass cheek. It was toned and firm, just like her exposed legs and arms. She hadn't moved any more after the first contact all during the rest of the delicate exploration.
She steeled herself for the next obvious probe by Amos. Earlier, Lindsey had been adamant about her presentation aspect. In Lindsey's office, the removal of Nikki's dress, bra and panties had preceded the re-donning of the dress alone.
She felt his hand moved upward; his long middle finger edged her bare labia. A fingertip wriggle along the puffy fold found the tender tissues and probed the moist underlying pink flesh. She couldn't suppress a groin muscle flinch; a reaction to the unease that had her nerves on edge.
Amos sensed her anxiety and left off his probe. He pulled his hand out and sniffed the vaginal aroma. His smile squinted his eyes, still staring at the covered breasts in front of his face.
"Lindsey, a little help, please."
She saw his gaze on the cloistered chest meat and knew what he wanted; her hands fiddled with the back dress zipper. Slowly, ever so slowly, she drew it downward. Nikki's clasped fingers and side pressing arms held the blooming open panels against her tits. When the zipper was fully open down to her upper ass crack, Lindsey rounded her hands to clutch at Nikki's. She gently pulled the fingers apart and drew them behind the interviewee's back.
The dress top fell off her shoulder's and down her arms. Nikki's beautiful bare boobs came into view. Amos let a small smile emerge but had other uses for his lips. He leaned forward and kissed one broad brown nipple with firm suction.
A tongue lap, then a second one around the edges of her areola, achieved results. The little center nubbin swelled, giving Amos a purchase for a toothy clasp of the cylinder. He gently clenched until he felt a jerk and heard her whimper of fear at this first level of pain tolerance. He didn't intend to hurt her; he just wanted to know how far he could go in future nipple play.
He looked up and saw under the hanging bangs, her blue, yes, now confirmed as blue, eyes watching his oral handling of her breasts. He leaned back into his chair and placed his arms on its arms. Before him, standing stoic, was the obedient topless girl with her black dress pooled around her waist, its skirt covering her hips and upper thighs.
"Kneel, take out my cock and suck me to ejaculation in your mouth and hold it until I tell you to swallow."
Nikki was stunned by the casual command for intimate sexual services. She didn't move until Lindsey's hands on her shoulders pressed her to her knees. Lindsey's followed her down and her lips whispered in her ears.
