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This story depicts lesbian sex, if this not to your liking, please visit some of my other submissions, otherwise I hope you enjoy.
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It had been a long and humid day in her temporary office and Alison was glad of the air conditioning in the meeting room she was holding the interview in. It was a strange room, long and very thin with just one high window behind her looking out on to a brick wall. Her assistant Martin would be joining her, as he had with all the other candidates, although Alison had already made her mind up and this final interview was more out of courtesy than anything else. It was obvious from the outset that Martin was attracted to the young blonde applicant and Alison could see why, she was pretty with a very curvaceous body. During the course of the interview, it became apparent that Christine would have suited the role very well as she was pleasant and efficient, and her resume included all the correct experience and buzzwords -- a pity really.
It was also at this point that Alison noticed the effect the air conditioning was having on Christine. Alison had kept her suit jacket on to maintain a professional and controlling appearance, but Christine had made the fatal mistake of removing hers because of the temperature outside and now her nipples stood out large and proud and Alison was finding it hard to tear her own attention away from them, she could only image how Martin was straining his neck muscles forcing himself to look away.
As the interview was winding down, Martin reluctantly excused himself as he had a meeting to attend to and although he would have preferred to stare at Christine's chest for the rest of the afternoon, the meeting was very important. When he'd exited the room, Alison stood up and announced "I think I'll just turn the air-con off, it's gotten very chilly in here" much to Christine's obvious relief. Once she returned to the table, rather than sitting down, Alison came and sat on the table close to Christine. "I really am terribly sorry, and if we'd have seen you earlier, you would have been offered the post but I'm afraid we saw a lady this morning that fitted our requirement perfectly" announced the brunette Accountant.
Christine's body language portrayed her sinking feelings, "I'm genuinely sorry to hear that, I had high hopes of this role. I take it there isn't anything I can say or do that will persuade you that I would adapt to the role very well."
Alison had begun to answer, "I'm afraid it's all down to me virtually telling the other lady the job was hers" but then she stopped and the look on her face and her voice changed dramatically, adding "There are perhaps a couple of points that I'd like to investigate further which may sway my decision."
Once again Christine's demeanour physically lifted as she responded "Anything -- Absolutely anything, as I said I'd really like this role. What points did you have in mind?" Maybe there was one last throw of the dice that might just tip the balance her way -- this role really was worth the extra effort.
Her face then turned to shock as Alison leant forward and brushed the knuckles of each hand across Christine's nipples adding "these are the points I have in mind." When she left home this morning, this is perhaps the last thing she would have imagined doing. She was completely straight and yet the sight of them had made her damp in anticipation.
