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.
"Don't pretend you don't know what to do. I know you have been sucking and fucking professors for better grades. This is just another opportunity to gain favors. Do your best."
Amos heard the coaching play out. Nikki's hands moved up to find his pants zipper and fumbled to open the portal to her objective. Her hand tunneled in to find Amos was commando, no shorts or boxers to impede her access to his cock. She levered out his semi-tumescence.
The head was bulky, the shaft starting to swell, enough to fill her small hand. She pumped its length. She held it momentarily to survey the corona and nook, the impending foci of her lips and tongue. Her pursed lips kissed the tip, followed by a slide into her mouth, her red lips descending along the thickening shaft.
She tickled the nook as it passed her tongue tip and enjoyed the sound of a moan from her potential future boss. She drew back, and continued the series of dives, each taking just a fraction of an inch more each time. After a dozen strokes, she found his knob touching her tonsils. The moment of truth was upon them.
With a deep breath, she thrust forward, burying his knob in her gullet. That move alone drove Amos to an open mouth growl. But she wasn't done; not by a long shot. A swallow around his corona forced an upward jolt of his hips. Knowing the next move was coming, she braced her body in place, swallowed again and let Amos drive his whole cock deep in her throat. Her nose was swarmed by the tuff of his pubic hairs as it pressed his belly.
The move was accompanied by a louder howl of delight. She backed off and engaged in long head bobs, sweeping her lips fully along the shaft, slowly at first and smoothly accelerating. Every so often, she paused at the tip to tongue tickle the nook, other times a deep plunge and swallow reminded him of her oral talents.
Amos was finding his verve and his breaths became shorter and gustier. He avoided the temptation to grab a handful of hair and direct the pace. His knuckles were white as he clasped the office chair's arms instead, letting his fellatrix do her best.
And she did. He could hold out no longer and cried out as his first jet entered her mouth. She halted, held his knob in her mid-mouth and accepted one, two, three, four pulses of gooey white semen that pooled in her warm welcoming mouth. Her only aid during the cavalcade was a few rolled back tongue tip touches to his nook as he grunted his sounds of ecstasy. She took those semi-vocalized expressions as his praise for her job well done.
She slid off his shrinking erection, keeping her lips closed to retain her mouthful of spunk. She leaned up but kept her gaze downward at the carpet between them.
Amos laid back; his sticky cock exposed out of his pant fly.
"Nikki... look at me and show me."
She tilted her face up level, gazed her bang shrouded blue eyes at his face, and carefully opened her mouth. His load of milky ejaculate was caught on her tongue but mostly collected in the side spaces between tongue and gums. Amos was impressed at the volume of his emission and further impressed that Nikki was the driving force in its creation.
"You may swallow now."
She hesitated just a second, savoring its taste and feel. Then Amos watched as she tilted her face up, opened her throat and let the goo slide back and down into her stomach. He saw the movement of her neck as she swallowed his genital discharge.
