CHAPTER 2: THAT NIGHT
What an interview, if it could even be called that. He had gotten me naked in his office without the promise of the job, a job that would include being an office slut to four senior executives. Beyond being an office slut, though, it would likely even entail being Mr. Farnum's slut beyond the office. And all for the job I desired and no longer believed was possible.
I had willingly sucked his cock while naked on my knees in his office. I had greedily taken his cum and swallowed. I had cleaned his cock with my tongue and lips unbidden. Only after all that did I sit back on my heels as if looking for further direction, further instruction. He watched me as I sought something, anything, from his gaze or voice.
Finally, I broke the standoff of quiet. "What can I do, sir. I want to show you I am the one you want as your assistant including all the ways you can imagine me serving you."
He smiled as he stood up pulling his underwear and slacks back up his legs. I stood with him. In that moment, I knew just how much I wanted that obscene job. I felt disappointed that he was dressing. I had actually began hoping to be fucked by this man who seemed to understand me so well, this man who saw me as his slut, this man who held the job I wanted.
"Get dressed, Joni. I will take you to the hotel. We will have another drink or two and dinner so we can talk more," he said without inviting question.
He carried my small case the two blocks to the hotel and got me checked in. He then turned and pointed at the lounge across the lobby. "Will an hour be enough time to freshen up?" I assured him it would be.
After he left for the lounge, I turned back to the reception desk and asked the young woman about someplace to purchase some clothing. She asked and I confessed what I wanted. She pointed down the hall toward the elevators. They have a shop in the hotel for emergencies and resort wear. I selected and purchased what I needed: a lacy thong to match the spare bra I brought, thigh-high stockings, disposable razor, and shave cream.
I rushed through a shower, makeup, and dressed in the dress I packed for the flight back to Chicago. I studied myself in the mirror, took a deep breath, nodded that this would work, and started for the door. I stopped, turned back to the bed and pulled the cover and top sheet down and carefully folded them at the bottom of the bed. Maybe, I thought to myself. I hope, was my next thought.
I found Mr. Farnum in a booth studying his phone. When he looked up and saw me approaching, he put his phone back in his jacket pocket and stood up. He didn't offer to shake my hand. He pulled me into a warm embrace and a kiss on the cheek. That was the change after sucking his cock.
The talk was casual and benign over the drink. Had I been to Miami or Florida before? What did I think about it? Did I like beaches? Have I been out on the ocean in a boat? Had I been to Key West? Snorkeling? It was like he was selling me on all the wonders of South Florida. All that while I was trying to impress him.
Dinner was nice. The hotel was exquisite as was the restaurant, service, and food. After dinner, we returned to the lounge for another drink.
I sat with a straight back as I toyed with the glass in front of me. My breasts aren't big but, as he earlier observed, on my small frame they can stand out. I might as well use that and a straight back with shoulders back would present them more even covered in a dress showing cleavage.
"Sir," I began haltingly, "what can I do to show you how much I want this job? I believe I am the woman who can fulfill your need for an executive assistant and give you the dream combination you might have thought impossible in today's business culture."
He reached across the small table and took my hand in his. He stroked it lightly. Very unprofessional... like his job proposition. He smiled. I had the distinct feeling there was no question in his mind about me, but the process wasn't yet done. "We can finish the interview, dear. Let's go up to your room so I can complete my evaluation."
I smiled at that, nervously, but I smiled. I gulped the rest of my drink and stood. He did the same, left some cash, and followed me out to the bank of elevators. Waiting for the elevator he stepped behind me. Very close behind me. His hands softly grasped my hips and pulled us together. Very unprofessional. But, I matched him by grinding my ass into his crotch. Just then, the elevator dinged. I stepped inside and turned to press the 9th floor button. As I did that, he stepped into me and pressing my back into the wall as the doors closed.
He kissed me hard on the lips. Our mouths opened, tongues battling for an instant. "What are you prepared to do, Joni?" he asked.
"Whatever you need, sir."
"Are you talking about the job?"
"Yes, sir. But not just the job. I am talking about you and me. Right now I only want you, sir."
He smiled and kissed me, again. As we kissed, he reached behind me. I leaned into him to give him room and felt the zipper of my dress lowered. I groaned into his mouth. His hand went inside to caress my back below my bra strap. I moaned and pressed my hips into his crotch harder and he pressed back. I could feel his cock had hardened. I gasped at the feel of his hands unclasping my bra. I felt the strap open and the cups sag.
He removed the dress and bra straps from my shoulders and down my arms. "Oh, God," I groaned. His hands cupped both my breasts just as the elevator dinged our arrival at my floor. "Oh, sir."
The doors opened as he said, "Carry your bra and leave the dress as it is at your waist." Not a request. I didn't object. I didn't nod. I didn't do anything but what he instructed. A shiver of excitement flowed through my body. Exhibitionism. I had never been exposed like this. God, I hadn't recognized just how desperately I wanted this kind of job. All this for this job.
I mustered all the strength I could to appear confident and natural as he turned to exit the elevator and I followed. Nobody, thankfully, was waiting in the alcove. I walked down the hallway, my bra held in my fingers and my dress hanging at my waist. He stepped quickly to be alongside me.
"That's what I like about your tits," he said in a casual voice. "They have a gentle bounce and sway."
I looked down and they certainly were, especially walking in heels. I couldn't believe I was doing this. Then, again, I was trying to impress this man so he would accept me for the job and as a result as his office slut. Slut. Exhibitionism was bound to be the least of what I would be doing for this man.
Inside my room, he stopped after seeing the bed turned down, much further than housekeeping might do. He came up behind me, again, and took my breasts in his hands. He whispered in my ear, "You were anticipating this?" I nodded. "It is time to finish the interview. You have impressed me, Joni. Are you ready to continue impressing me?"
I turned in his arms and kissed him deeply. When I broke the kiss, "This job is mine, sir. What happens next is only you and me, boss and assistant/slut."
I stepped back from him and he sat on the side of the bed. I pushed the dress the rest of the way to my feet to expose my new thong and thigh-high stockings. He smiled. "Where did those come from?" he asked pleased.
"The shop downstairs. You don't like pantyhose and I decided my plain panties weren't adequate, either," I replied. "I think, when I get this job, I will have a lot of shopping to do."
"The thong is good," he commented, "and I see you are wet, too."
I only smiled. I was anxious to see his reaction next. I hooked my fingers in the waist of the thong and pushed them over my hips. As they fell down my legs, "Joni," he exclaimed, "you shaved your pussy. Just for me?"
I stepped out of the flimsy material and stepped up to him. "Who else, sir?" I asked. "I will do whatever it takes for this job." I kissed him. "I loved the taste of your cum. I want you to take my pussy or ass, too. Or... both." I kissed him again, my hand stroking over his hard cock inside his slacks. "Mere hours before, I could never have believed I could say this. I will be yours, sir. I will be your assistant and I will be your office slut. I will be your personal slut. I will fuck or suck you wherever, whenever, and however you want. I will fuck whoever you decide. Fuck me and make me your slut, sir."
He threw off his jacket and his tie followed quickly. As he began unbuttoning his shirt, I worked his belt and slacks. It seemed in a moment he was naked and I was sucking his cock, again. It was already hard but I wanted to feel it in my mouth, again. Suddenly, that other side of me came forward and I hoped it would be a feeling I would be able to enjoy a lot in the future.
He crawled into the center of the bed and I followed. When he was settled on his back, I swung my leg over his hips and rubbed my wet pussy along his hard cock. I leaned forward to kiss him with my breasts pressed into his chest. My hips continued to move, sliding my pussy along his cock from base to head. I groaned into his mouth as my clit slid over the length of his cock. He groaned at the feel of my wet pussy lips spread on either side of his shaft.
At some point as I slid my pussy to the head of his cock and was kissing him, he pulled me further up and flexed his cock. When I moved back, his cock pressed against my pussy. I gasped. I wiggled my ass on the head of his cock until my hole covered the head and it sank barely inside. I pressed back and it penetrated. I groaned. Ohhh... it was good in my mouth and his cock felt good in my pussy as it entered and continued penetrating my pussy as I pressed more and more inside. I sat upright, clutched my own breasts, and relaxed my legs. I sank down the rest of the shaft.
