I have the express permission to publish this with the help of Dwarvakiin, who helped write it. Thank you for your creativity, patience, and dedication to create this steamy scene. I hope you all can enjoy this as much as we did... Enjoy!
Lonnie's dad and her, just got into a big fight. He threatened to kick her out and cut her off, if she didn't get a job. As if college classes wasn't hard enough, now she had to work. She scanned the local paper and browsed online.
Finding one for a motel that seemed decent enough, pay and hours that fit her schedule, she submitted her meager resume and got an in person interview set up for the following day.
She dressed up in slacks, button up shirt, sneakers, and did her long red hair up in a high pony. Thinking she didn't want to overdress but still wanted to look professional.
She drove her pink bmw convertible to the motel and stepped out. She looked at the time. "Perfect. Just a few minutes early."
She walked up to the office and rang the bell. "Hello anyone here? I'm here for the interview." She called out hoping someone will hear.
Hearing the voice of the candidate he had booked in today, he sighed, checked his watch and stood up, moping as he slowly made his way to the front.
As he got there, he noticed that she was actually attractive and immediately his demeanor changed, putting a smile across his face and his posture upright.
He held out his hand for her, trying not to be too obvious that he was checking her out. "Well, hello there Miss?"
As Lonnie was expecting some older man, probably late 40's, not some young good looking guy, she fumbled on her first words. "I.. uh... hi. Lonnie... job want..." She shook her head and flushed red, embarrassed.
She looked down at the floor and tried again. "I'm sorry." She cleared her throat and thoughts, not looking up. "I'm Lonnie. I need a job. Are you the hiring manager?" She looked up slowly gaining some semblance of confidence as she spoke, internally kicking herself for her lousy first impression.
He nodded a little, watching her stumble and observing the scarlet shade of her skin, trying not to so obviously check her out.
"Uh, well yes. I run the whole place really. Could you tell me your sort of job history?" He asked inquisitively, clicking his pen and whipping out a notepad.
It was his first ever time running a job interview so his nerves were running high, his throat dry, so he sipped on some water to help.
She looked around anywhere but his face. "Well I don't have much job history. This is my first one, if I get the job. My dad is going to cut off my funding and college money if I don't get a job. And I can't have that. So I'm here hoping, and how hard could making beds be?" The words now tumble out too fast, and too much, going full circle.
Her eyes finally settled on him. She smiled as he was quite attractive. "I'll work hard, and go above and beyond just show me what I need to do." Her voice a little too pleading and whiney.
He shruged a little, pulling a bit of a face as he heard her comments regarding her job history. He had already guessed she hadn't had a job yet, but now it was certain, and he had her trapped.
Their eyes met, his mind already considering the possibilities of how to make her work for the job.
He leaned back, let out a deep breath and shifted, clicking his pen again to hide the nib, touching the top of his pen on the table and running it toward her.
"Oh it's not too hard, it just needs a lot of," he paused for dramatic effect and continued, "Determination. Do you think you have what it takes?"
Lonnie tried to relax as her nerves were getting the best of her. She took a calming breath and let it out nice and slow.
"I am highly confident that I can do this job. The hours would be perfect for me. I could still go to school and have time on the weekends." She gave him her million dollar smile that usually got her what she wanted.
"Please hire me. I'll do what you say. Just show me what to do." She ran her hands over her slacks nervously.
Excited at her smile, he flicked his tongue at his lips quickly, standing up as he did so. He brushed down his suit trousers, pushing the creases out and tucked his shirt in.
He inhaled deeply, pondering his next move as the realisation hit him.
"Well, how about I get you a uniform and you do a trial shift? Just get that, uh, blouse off for me and get into this." He fixed his tie before picking up a uniform for her, a plain black dress about knee height.
His contagious smile made her grin even wider. Their eyes met again and she nodded in agreement as if mesmerized until it registered what he just said.
"I... uh... okay. I'd like a trial and I suppose I have to wear the uniform... but I'll need a changing room." She took the plain black dress from him, looking at it with a note of disgust as it clearly was not her style, or cute.
"Ummm... a bathroom?" She asked looking around hesitant, but excited as it seemed like she might just get this job after all.
He tutted a little, buttoning his suit jacket and looking up at her. "Hm... no. I need to check for tattoos. We don't allow any gang affiliations here."
He stepped close to her, pulling on the front of her top and revealing a little more of her cleavage for him to see. "So you just take it off, right here, for me." His voice, calm and demanding.
She stammered at his boldness and proximity. Backing up as best she could from him. "I... I don't have any... not in a gang." She stammered out. Her eyes again met his and there was something in them that was erotic and sexy. Her green orbs breaking away while her breath stuck in her throat.
She nodded biting her lip. "I think... highly unprofessional. But... I need the job." She hesitated again, slowly now, as she undid the first few buttons of her shirt, revealing a hot pink push-up bra and ample D cup cleavage.
Smirking at her following orders already, he stepped as close as possible without them being against each other, placed his hands on her bra strap.
"Hmm... nice... that needs to come off too." He mumbled to her as he looked her up and down, his eyes on her perfect breasts.
Feeling his trousers tighten in the crotch, he subtly adjusted himself with one hand.
Lonnie felt his hands on her back and how close he was and began to panic. 'I don't need the job this bad. I'm not going to stand here naked in front of this pervert.' She thought backing up and pushing him away.
