CHAPTER 7 -- Interview 6 (Jon -- CEO)
I woke up in a panic. I wondered how long I had been asleep. I looked at the clock. 5:36 p.m., it said. "FUCK!" I screamed out loud. I jumped up and ran to the bathroom and turned the shower on. I looked in the mirror and saw all of the dried cum caked all over my body and my face. I saw two streaks of dried cum in my hair. I shook my head and cursed at myself as I rummaged through the drawers looking for supplies.
Aside from soaps and shampoos, there was nothing. I did not have time to call Nicole or Steve. I was on my own and I needed to hurry. I needed to take a shower and get cleaned up. I needed to get myself ready for one more performance, if it was not too late.
I rushed through a reasonably thorough shower, making sure wash the cum out of my hair, and to clean my ass, my pussy and my body. I did not know what Jon had in store for me, but I wanted to be clean for him. I hoped it is not too late.
I started to realize that all the activities from today were taking a toll on my lady parts. They were all sore from a level of inducement I had never felt before in my life. But I needed them to survive one more interview. Please God let it not be too late.
I got out of the shower and toweled off as quickly as I could. I hurried out to the bedroom and found my dress in the corner, wrinkled. "Fuck!" I exclaimed again. I tried to press them out the best I could. I called myself every name in the book for being in this situation. The whole day could be lost because I was so stupid.
One more trip to the bathroom to straighten my dress and assess my appearance. 'Not nearly as good as this morning,' I thought. I remembered that I had lip gloss and eyeliner in my purse, which was in the living room chair I was sitting in.
I left the bathroom and quickly headed out of the bedroom, continuing to curse myself up and down for being so irresponsible. I scooted down the hallway and turned to head to the living room and stopped short.
Sitting in the same chair that Victor was in earlier was an extremely handsome middle-aged man. He was well dressed in dress slacks and a collared dress shirt. He had a closely trimmed goatee that added character to his oval face. He saw me and smiled. I was frozen. It's like my feet were suddenly in quicksand and my panic was hoping I would sink into the floor. When he saw that I was not making my way into the room, he stood up and walked over to me and extended his hand. "Hi. I'm Jon."
I must have been stark white with my mouth hanging wide open. I might have shaken his hand; I am not sure. I tried to respond, but all that came out was, "I... I..."
Jon led me over to the couch and I sat down he suggested, "Take a moment to gather yourself."
I had not realized that I was holding my breath the whole time. I exhaled and desperately tried to get my breathing under control. I had a million things going on in my head. Unfortunately, they were all colliding like a 20-car pileup on the highway.
After a couple minutes, he started again, "I apologize for surprising you in the apartment. But after Beatrice did not hear from you, I thought I should come check in and make sure you were okay. When I arrived, it sounded like you were in the shower."
I gathered my voice and pleaded with him, "I am so... so sorry." I looked down to my lap in shame. "I don't have any reason that won't sound like a stupid excuse. I just messed up. If you want to cut me loose and send me home, I will understand."
"I get the impression you have gone through a whole lot of trouble today to be cut loose over something that isn't that big of deal. I still want to talk to you."
I looked up at him and asked, "You do? But I messed up big time. If there is one person in the world, I could not be late for today, it was you. And I completely blew it."
He laughed. "You did not completely blow it. But I appreciate you being conscious of your mistake and taking ownership. Why don't we start at the very beginning, and you tell me about your day?"
I felt a great sense of relief. He did not seem to be that upset at me. I tried to get started but my brain would not work. "I... I..."
"Megan?"
I stopped and looked at him. I met his eyes. He said, "Take a deep breath. And I want you tell me some details about what happened today. And don't worry about beating around the bush. I want to hear specifics."
I gathered myself and started again, "Well... first, I met with Steve, and he gave me an overview of the internship, the semantics of it and offered for me to talk to Nicole, informally, before committing to going through the formal interviews?"
"That makes sense. I would assume that you would want to talk to the current and soon to be leaving predecessor in this role. By the way, did you like the view from the conference room?"
I looked at him with a confused look. He helped me out, "The one that Steve did the informational session with you. It was in the corner of the 4
th
floor, right?"
"Yes, it was. The view was quite nice actually."
"That is everybody's favorite. Okay, and then what happened? You talked to Nicole?"
"Yes, Steve took me to Nicole's apartment across the hall. I did an information session, I think that is what you called it, with her as well. I wanted to get her perspective of the role, the goods, the bads, etc. I really wanted to know about the daily grind and whether she regretted doing it."
"Did she say whether she regretted doing it?"
"She told me that it was a really busy and challenging year, but that she did not regret it."
"Well, that is good. And what did you think of the apartment?"
"It was really really nice. I don't think I will get a chance to live in an apartment that nice for years if I don't get this internship.
As Jon smiled at me, I recognized how soft his demeanor was. He was very easy going and easy to talk to. He continued, "So, after you spoke to Nicole you decided to continue with the formal interviews. Who did you do a formal interview with first? Nicole or Steve?
"Well, I spent time with Nicole first, but Steve was there the whole time."
"So, did Steve participate? Or was he in the other room?"
"He did not participate per say. It was more like he advised from time to time."
"Advised? I see. And what did you do during your time with Nicole?"
"Specifically?" I asked.
"I don't necessarily need the play by play; although I am sure it was hot. Just give me an overview of the what and how it made you feel."
I took another deep breath. "She went down on me and used a plug and a dildo on my pussy and my ass. Oh, and she made me suck on it several times after it was inside of me. Sorry, that was very crude."
"It's okay Megan. I appreciate you getting right to it. Did you say she made you suck on the plug after it was inside you? That is a little kinky don't you think?"
"It was, but it really turned me on. I ended up having a huge orgasm that surprised all of us."
"Awesome, what else?"
"Uhh... Oh, I went down on her and brought her to an orgasm as well."
"So, you enjoyed your time with Nicole then?"
"I loved it. She knew what buttons to push, and we both had a very satisfying time."