"Blaire. What song do you chose?!" Victoria asked loudly.
"Um. Milk Shake. Please." Blaire stated.
From looking at Blaire's phone I expected her to be the wild, crazy, sex fiend who would not have balked at being ordered to do a strip lap dance on her friend in front of three people at a job interview.
The music started, Blaire climbed on Bethany's lap, she teased with her shirt, and pulled it off over her head. She climbed off, kicked off her shoes, and pulled down her socks. From behind she wrapped her leg around Bethany's neck, one leg, then the other. She tussled her hair and kissed her neck. She danced around, wiggling her butt, and moving here and there.
Blaire was a pretty good dancer. She moved well. But I could tell she was still very worried. She turned to face us, her ass pointed at Bethany, and she pulled her pants down to her ankles in one quick pull. Her legs together as Bethany smiled. Seeing her friends exposed flesh. Blaire wiggled out of the pants and threw them away into the darkness.
Blaire was truthful in her response; she was wearing a pair of G-string panties. She danced, she wiggled, and she rubbed her pussy on Bethany. First, she slipped down her panties, she hid her pussy from view, but then rammed her hips forward and her pussy slapped Bethany's face. The panties thrown away into the dark.
Blaire twirled, she moved gently, and she reached behind her. Unclasping her bra, and letting her tits bounce free. She draped the bra over Bethany's shoulder, climbed onto her lap, and ground her pussy into Bethany's bellybutton. The song ended.
Blaire stood up, retrieved her clothes, and got dressed.
"Bethany. Your choice of song?" Victoria asked.
"Pour some sugar on me." Was Bethany's choice.
As soon as the song started, we all knew she had done this routine a time or two. Her kicks, her spins, her smile. She knew this routine so well she had to have been a professional stripper at a bar or for bachelor parties. She also didn't take off her clothes like Blaire had. Bethany ripped her clothes off. Like an animal.
She danced, she bounced, she wiggled, and she twerked.
Her last move was to place her head between Blaire's spread legs. She held onto the chair legs, she lifted her legs up, did the splits, rested her shoulders on Blaire's legs. And when Blaire went to support her thighs with her hands. Bethany reached up, grabbed Blaire's head, and pulled her face into her pussy. Wiggling it around. It was glorious to see.
But. None of us clapped.
Bethany stood at attention in front of us. Blaire wiped off her friends' moist pussy juice from her face and stood at attention. Bethany was still naked while Blaire had put her clothes back on.
"This is your last chance. You will now both climb onto this large desk, you will dance for us, and we will pick the song. Whomever wins will get the job. Go!" Victoria stated.
Sam played the song "I'm a slave for you," by Brittany Spears.
Bethany wasted no time. She climbed on the desk, pushing papers to the side, and slithering back and forth. In front of each of us. She would lie back, spread her legs, and exposed her wet pussy. When she got to Victoria she used her finger, she instructed her to lean closer, and when she was an inch away, she pushed her face back.
Blaire was struggling with her clothes. The song was coming to an end. She knew she was losing.
Blaire and Bethany were now both on their backs. Their legs spread, shaking their asses. I whispered in their ear. 'Here's your one chance. Do this and you are both hired. Don't do it. Neither of you are hired and I post this on the internet. Your names, IG, Snapchat, address, phone number. Everything!' As I pointed to the little red lights from the corners of the room where the cameras were recording.
Blaire and Bethany both looked scared, they gulped, but nodded.
They worked together; they slithered over to Victoria. They danced, they writhed. Sam snuck out of his chair, got behind Victoria, and held her chair in place. The two women laid on their backs, sitting up, they masturbated with their fingers at amazing speed. So fast they were a blur. They screamed loudly and two massive jets of piss shot out. Covering Victoria in her work clothes, her face, her hair. Her arms flailed, she screamed, she tried to get up, but Sam held her chair against the desk.
Once Blaire and Bethany were done with their fake orgasm and had emptied their bladders did Sam let Victoria up. She was soaked. Her long blonde hair drenched. Her work clothes-soaked in urine.
Blaire and Bethany laid back on the table acting like they had just experienced the worlds biggest orgasm and were now unable to move.
Victoria was yelling, pulling off her shirt, her pants, and bra. She piled her clothes on the floor as she too was now naked. She climbed onto the desk and began yelling at her friends.
The song ended and Victoria was calling them "a bunch of useless pig sluts!!!!"
Sam wrapped his arms around Victoria's waist and tried to hold her back. Sam was much weaker than Victoria and she had a burst of adrenaline. I finally had to step in and congratulate both Blaire and Bethany as they had done spectacularly on the interview process and were now hired.
Victoria wiped droplets of urine from her face and hair as she stared at me with rage.
Bethany and Blaire climbed off the desk and waited for Victoria to calm down.
I explained to Victoria the golden shower was my idea. It was her punishment for going overboard prepping them for the interview. Also, her friends did very well and passed the interview.
"What about my clothes? I can't go home like this. And them? Their clothes are soaked. Well Bethany ripped her clothes up to pieces, so she didn't really consider that." Victoria yelled loudly.
"Just go downstairs and buy new clothes. A T-shirt and shorts are all each of us needs. Not a big deal. Say Sam knocked over a pitcher of coffee on us. It's not a big deal." Bethany stated plainly. It was evident she had planned this when she tore her clothes up.
"We all carpooled together anyways. Just wait until the majority of people go home. We can sneak out the side door. Have your car running. It will be easy. No one will see." Blaire added.
"Where do you girls live?" Sam asked.
"Oh. Like 10 miles down at the edge of the city. A shitty apartment. Three of us together and we can barely pay the rent." Victoria stated.
Sam went and fetched some cleaning supplies, blankets, towels, and a fan. Each girl took a turn in my shower and returned smelling less like piss. A ton of pet mess cleaner and a mop bucket and my office no longer smelled like urine. It would take a day or two to dry out, but it was worth it. Victoria lost her shit when her two friends gave her a surprise double golden shower.
