He knew it was a mistake to check out the movie channels after the fifth one he flipped through had the unmistakable name of a soft-core skin flick that Skinamax often showed early in the morning. It was cable, and pay, but it still seemed odd to Sam that they would show them at 8 and 9 o'clock in the morning. What if a child were to see it while searching for a Barney movie or something. He knew he should have stayed with the morning news but it was too late.
Apparently, "Illicit Desires 2" had something to do with a cute little blond who enjoyed the hand-held shower wand in her tub. The scene Sam stumbled upon was that of her, in her bubble bath, with the wand between her legs. She was clearly having a good time as her back arched above the water line. She rubbed her cute, and almost perfect tits as she did this. It didn't take long as she was splashing water and moaning in the stereotypical female masturbation scenes these shows have. They're not actually doing it, they're just "acting". None the less, it was quite entertaining and Sam put down the remote.
Pouring another cup of coffee and lighting a Marlboro, he lay back in the couch and put his hand between his legs. After only watching for a few moments, he was already starting to grow; touching himself through the underwear only brought it on quicker. Sam had seen many of these movies and they always had a variety of girls and guys in various situations which were simply excuses to have sex. They were blonds and brunettes and an occasional redhead; they had big tits and small tits and everything in between. Some were hot, others gorgeous, some were even average, but this little blond in the bathtub was somewhat unique: she was cute. Everything about here was cute from her nose to her hairstyle to her butt (Sam loves butts). He felt compelled to watch even though his morning was going to be busy and he didn't have much time.
The cute little blond, in the next scene, was getting to know her roommates boyfriend. He said his girlfriend "understands" so they proceeded to get it on. They followed the same script: he played with her tits, he gave her oral, she gave him oral, then they fucked. She did her best to act out a convincing orgasm scene and they faded out.
The final scene had the cute little blond confess her doings to her roommate. This resulted in the inevitable threesome. To Sam, the best scene was that of the guy doing the blond doggie-style on the sofa while she gave her roommate oral sex. It was quite a stimulating scene, particularly for so early in the morning. Sam was now both rock hard and wet. Pre-cum stained his underwear as he debated whether or not to masturbate to orgasm. He tended to touch himself too often and decided to stop and take a shower. Too much touching desensitizes and he didn't want to disappoint the many ladies he had scheduled for the weekend.
He dressed for the interview like a good accountant should. His grey suit and white shirt accented quite modestly with burgundy shoes, belt and tie. A silver watch was complimented by a stainless steel pen and a simple portfolio with legal pad for notes, resume and references. Sam had done this many times and was quite confident he would at least do well with the interview. He did not expect to get a job from this interview but he thought it was a good exercise to go through to keep him sharp. As well his recruiter had a cute little foreign accent and sounded really nice on the phone. She sounded Asian but he could not place the accent. He hoped maybe she was cute and he might get some action.
Sam arrived at the Global Consulting firm twelve minutes early. He finished his cigarette and replaced it with a piece of gum. He hoped this would kill the smell of smoke a little and he could just swallow it at the last second. It was the same plan as all of his previous interviews.
He found suite B8, swallowed and introduced himself to the receptionist at the front desk. "I'm here to see Tammi Hernandez; my name is Stephen MacPherson". "If you'd like to have a seat, I'll get her for you" was the reply of the cute little Filipina. He checked her out briefly, hoping not to get caught, as she walked down the hall. She had a nice little ass that he thought would be really nice to get a piece of. Not likely.
She returned with a gorgeous little girl: just over 5 feet tall, maybe 25 or so, with lovely tits and a great ass. She wore a smart, professional outfit that showed off her body well. The skirt was just long enough to be professional, yet short enough to show some leg; and it was tight enough that Sam could make out the fact she was wearing a thong. He would have paid quite a bit to know what color they were and more to see them. He couldn't help but look at her as a wolf sees a sheep as she introduced herself as Tammi.
He recognized the voice as he shook her hand gently; holding it for just a bit longer than he would a man; giving her a quick once-over as he did. Sam knew he was being a bit too obvious but he didn't care. He knew that this cute little girl was never going to find him the right job and that was okay. He still had some cash left and could afford to be a bit reckless on this interview. His only thought as he followed her down the hall was her hot little body and how he was going to get it.
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It was a typical recruitment interview as Sam had to complete a stack of forms that basically mimicked his resume. He rushed through it and simply put "see Resume" for many of the answers. He was tired of these forms but they all did it before they'd even talk to you. What a load of crap; they just want me in their database so they can advertise how many resources they had. Oh well, such is life.
He finished in ten or fifteen minutes and waited for his sexy little recruiter to come back. He couldn't help but pass the time by thinking about what she looked like naked. What color was her thong? Did she have a boyfriend who gave her a good fucking or was she forced to please herself like the girl in the movie? What would she taste like when he ate her out? What would she smell like? Is she a moaner or is she quiet? What would she do and say when he brought her to orgasm. The quiet daydreaming was having an adverse affect: he was starting to get hard.
He didn't notice this until she knocked on the door and entered. Sam instinctively stood up to greet her, at which point his rock hard cock shifted positions and created an obvious tent in his suit pants. And Tammi noticed this.
She didn't stare long, but she was definitely staring. She seemed flustered and distracted as she finally looked Sam in the eye, forgot what she saw, and asked if he had any questions on the forms. Sam immediately decided he was going to see if he could get any play from this hot little sex kitten. Her reaction gave him the impression, and he made the assumption that this little girl definitely had not received a good fuck in some time. He was going to change this.
"It wasn't hard," he said. "I've done it many times and know what I'm doing. Some of the fields were tight so I had to squeeze my response in there. But I think I know what you need and gave it all to you." He hoped that his somewhat overt dropping of sexual terms into the conversation would get her subconscious thinking in that direction.
The interview was no different than any other, with the exception of Sam's deliberate use of sexually suggestive terms. He used "hard" and "tight" and struggled to think of an excuse to use "wet" in an interview discussion about accounting. But he creatively used "in and out, in and out" a few times to describe month end accrual entries. The words were professional, but the tone might not have been. It seemed she was responding to his suggestions but it was always hard to tell.
"Do you mind if I use the bathroom real quick?" He said as he handed her the forms. "Um, yeah, sure, it's down the hall on the right" Tammi replied in her cute little Filipino accent as she stood up and pointed down the hall. He made a point to squeeze by her, placing his hands on her shoulders as he brushed by her behind her, his cock ever so gently touching her tight little ass. She shuttered slightly as he left the room and went down the hall. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was checking him out.
Sam straightened himself out in the bathroom, took a piss, and washed his hands. He took his time because he wanted her to know that he, not her, was in charge. He returned to the interview room quietly and noticed that Tammi was now sitting in the other chair. She seemed to be reviewing the forms but wasn't flipping the pages; she was stuck on the standard disclaimer form. He then noticed in the reflection in the window that this professional looking little Filipina had her right hand in her lap. It was positioned in such a way that she was able to place her middle finger in her crotch. Was she touching herself?
He quietly snuck back into the room and headed towards his chair. He tried, but couldn't see what her hand was doing. But her reaction gave him an idea. She almost jumped out of her chair as she realized he was back. She was definitely acting guilty of something. Trying to recover she randomly flipped to some back page; she shifted in her chair; she looked around the room and tried to avoid eye contact. Finally, she looked Sam in the eye with an animal lust. It was then that Sam realized he definitely detected the faint smell of her sex. The slight, but distinctly pungent odor had its effect and he started to get hard again.
Standing up, legs slightly wobbly, eyes slightly glazed, she asked "If you'll follow me, I'll bring you downstairs to our other office. It is still under construction so there aren't any people there yet. But I'd like you to demonstrate your skills on our system down there." She was looking again at the bulge in his pants as she walked out the door.
Sam followed her closely to the elevator. She pushed the down button as she avoided looking at him. The door opened and Sam and Tammi entered the elevator. There were a few others in it so they went to the back and faced the front. Sam positioned himself so Tammi was to his right; he held his folio in his left hand and left his right hand free. He used the premise of not bumping into her to place his right hand on the small of her back. She responded by moving her long black hair from her left to her right. The sight of her neck was intoxicating and he slowly moved his hand lower on her hot little body.
