(I've started this new fantasy, based on a real need for a new editor. I'm not sure where it will go yet, but have several more chapters in mind, but who knows where one's mind, or libido, may take on. Enjoy, and please leave comments and votes. As always, all rights reserved by the author.)
Chapter 2
The next morning, I called Jason and asked him if he still wanted the job. Surprised that he was actually a candidate, he said yes. I felt bad luring him on, but with what he had already said in his interview, I didn't think he would be all that unhappy with the outcome. He didn't know that the only reason I invited him was to be a plaything for the girls. I told him to be there at 1:15, no earlier, no later.
I then called Juliet, telling her to be at my office at 1:00. She cooed when I told her to make sure and wear what she thought would be most appropriate when she was editing my manuscript here in the office in front of me. Her delicious laugh told me she thoroughly understood my request.
Celeste' and Juliet arrived simultaneously. I had just gotten them seated when Joanne arrived. I had Joanne and Celeste sitting on a love seat together, while placing Juliette in a chair positioned such that I would be able to watch whatever she chose to do with a perfect view. I explained the situation.
"I find all of you to be talented enough to become my editor. This is the final interview, at the end of which I will make my selection. As I ask questions of each of you, you must answer honestly and without any shame. Detailed answers are important." Each of them verified their understanding.
"And, all of you understand that the questions will be personal and will revolve around sex and porn. Right?" They nodded in understanding. "If any of you are going to be embarrassed, upset, or otherwise concerned about being involved in such a conversation with others present, it's best if you leave now."
Nobody got up to leave.
"Okay. Let's get started then." I started hot. "Joanne, when was the last time you orgasmed?"
"This morning sir."
"Were you alone or with someone?"
"I was alone."
"Were you fantasizing?"
"Yessir."
"Good. Juliet, did you enjoy reading my manuscript?"
"Yessir," she answered, quickly picking up on Joanne's submissiveness.
"Did it get you aroused?"
"Yessir."
"Are you prepared to show me what you did when got aroused?"
"Yessir."
"Celeste', did you cum last night?"
"Mmm. Yessir." She expected another question.
"Joanne, tell Celeste what was happening when she came while on the phone with me."
"I was riding your cock, sir. Just like she described what she wanted to do. She made me cum like crazy, sir."
"OH, my gawd!" Celeste' reacted, realizing that our conversation had not been private. About then the doorbell rang, announcing Jason's arrival.
As I got up to go to the door, I instructed the girls to look slutty when I returned. No exposed tits or pussies, but lots of teasing skin showing. They all giggled in agreement, surprising me. I had anticipated scaring at least one of them away by then.
I answered the door, inviting Jason in. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when we walked into my den. As well they should. They girls had successfully obeyed my instruction. Joanne had worn a button-down-the-front sundress that was barely long enough to cover her snatch. Her nipples poked at the quite thin material. She had it unbuttoned down to just above her navel, revealing the luscious inner slopes of her boobs, covered by a sexy pink bra. Her legs were akimbo, with one draped over the side of the love seat, and the other was crossed with one of Celeste's legs. Her crotch was wide open for viewing revealing a skimpy pair of matching pink panties.
Celeste', whose legs were also open, was wearing a pair of black panties under her microskirt. She had slunk back on the couch enough that her crop top tee had pulled up enough to reveal the under slopes of her breasts, barely covering her aureoles and nipples. Already obviously aroused, her nipples blatantly pushed out against her tee. Juliet had chosen to wear a low-cut white blouse that emphasized her lack of a bra underneath. The black miniskirt was pulled up enough to let us see her white panties. Her nipples also indicated arousal as they pressed against the blouse
I ushered Jason to his chair, which gave him a delicious view directly at the twats in front of us. I caught him up with what I had told the girls. I then set the stage for my devilish plan. "Each of you is here because you want the job of being my editor. You know that I write erotica. Many would call it porn. Which it is. I think each of you has a pretty good idea what I expect from my editor. I will choose that editor before the end of the afternoon. Now, each of you has at least one other personal itch or issue that you believe can be addressed by being my editor. At the moment, only I know what those itches are, other than you of course. If you expect to get the job, understand that your personal issues or itches will be known by all of us in the room before I choose my editor." I repeated myself to make sure they each understood.
I started with Jason. "Jason, do you still wish to become my editor?"
"Yessir!"
"Celeste', do you still wish to become my editor?"
"Yessir!"
"Joanne, do you still wish to become my editor?"
"Yessir!"
"Juliet, do you still wish to become my editor?"
"Yessir!"
Somewhat surprised by affirmatives from all of them, I adapted my plan a bit. "I will add by the way, that even though I will select an editor at the end of this session, I would like to keep all of you as story consultants for those plotlines of mine that may, let's say, fit well into your own sexuality and fantasies. Now, from here on out, make sure to be honest, and remember specifics in your answers are better than lack thereof."
I started with Jason. "Jason, what is your online tag? Your secret online tag?"
He fidgeted at the answer, but bravely stayed on course. "Eleven inch dick."
"Are you bragging, using that tag?"
"No, one of my girlfriends measured it."
I turned to Juliet, "What do you think of Jason's tag and claim?"
Juliet was a bit surprised with the question, hemming and hawing a bit before she answered. "Actually, that would depend on the mood I'm in. If I were not thinking about sex at the time, I would ignore it. Completely! But, if I were trolling the internet looking for some fun, it would certainly grab my attention. That said, the longest dick I've seen in real life was only about eight inches long. Yeah, I've seen longer in porn, but those are the porn gods. So, while I would want to see it, secretly, I'd be wondering if I could take it all. The ones in porn seem so damn big."
Both Joanne and Celeste' were nodding in agreement. I pressed them. "So, girls don't like big cocks? Is that just a male myth?"
Celeste' answered first. "Oh, no. I love being filled by a big cock. But, I have to be really wet before he fucks me. And, I mean really wet."
Joanne added, "Yeah, me too. But, with a big cock, I prefer to be on top. That way I can control the tempo, and enjoy the size."
I looked over at Jason, whose lower jaw was hanging agape. "Do you understand what they are saying, Jason?"
"Mmmm. Yes. Why didn't any of my girlfriends tell me that?"
Juliet answered, "Did you ask any of them, or were you too busy trying to stick that thing into their cunt, like most guys under the age of about 30?"
"Ouch. That hurts."
Joanne jumped in. "Answer the question for us Jason."
"Yeah, I guess once my dick gets hard, I forget about my partner."
Before the girls jumped on him too hard, I chimed in. "Yeah! I know I can relate. There have been many times when my cock head completely takes over my body. Fortunately, my partner usually enjoys it as well. Did you enjoy it last night, Joanne?"
"Gawd. Yessir. Celeste' tells a wild story."
Both Juliet and Jason looked a bit perplexed, so I explained what had happened the previous night. I took my time, covering as many of the details as I could.
"Both Joanne and Celeste' enjoyed the evening as did I", I added as I told the story. When I got to the point where Joanne was riding my cock, everyone in the room was fidgeting in sexual arousal. Anyone who walked in the room right then would instantly notice the aroma of arousal.