EVENING: INTERVIEW: SAPPHIC
Please note. In this chapter, a real-life term "GDPR" is used. GDPR is a European Union piece of legislation requiring organisations (amongst other) to delete/erase/not retain personal and contact data of its clients/customers. Broadly, it is about data security and transparency. The United Kingdom (which is the context in which this story is written) currently falls under this Europe-wide piece of legislation.
It was 6pm, just about to get dark. I took the last sip of water before grabbing my keys and walking out of my house through the door. What to expect precisely, I had no idea, but this was precisely the source of thrill in my bones -- and boner, frankly. And if I felt both anxious and thrilled, I could not imagine what Jill, who was somewhat more in the dark, must have been feeling.
A mere 20 minutes after Jill and Hollie had rushed into the manager's office, Jill and I had been sent to our respective homes, "requested" not to make contact with each other. Having locked the door to my house just now, I decided to take a longer walk back to the hotel and relived those final twenty minutes earlier that day.
"Oh look Jill," Hollie laughed. "He probably just passed the last of the interview. You ready for yours?"
Katie and I froze, her still coming to from her orgasm, but Jill's mouth was wide-open. "Hell, you're fast!" she commented.
I wondered if Jill had the same idea of disassociating sex and pleasure from emotions as I did. I definitely had feelings for her outside of sex, but did she see things the same way? I was quite certain she did after she'd accepted the idea of potentially working here, proving services for sex-starved people in the city! -- but needed to check. "Do you mind?" I asked her.
She burst out into giggling laughter. "What -- mind you having pleasure and fun?" The giggles turned serious. "Not at all, love."
Hollie just smiled, quite sweetly, looking at the both of us, although did not say a word. She just walked over and sat on the desk next to me and Katie, crossing her legs. "Next time you frolic," she teased Katie, "would you please do that on your desk and not mess up
my
desk?" Katie snorted, bemusement topping her afterglow. "I mean, look at these folders on the floor! -- geez!" She bent over to kiss her. "My, you two. Get dressed, will you? We need to set up the evening for that one." She meant Jill, of course, who would've just got a tour of the hotel. "Back room, Kate?"
I was surprised to find that the "back room" at the other end of the office was no cupboard as I'd previously images. It was a fully equipped, well-furnished room with two sofas, a rug on the floor between them and a series of cupboards filled to the brim with folders. The ceiling was one enormous mirror here, which told me instantly this was not just a storage room. Every place within this hotel oozed lust.
Hollie told us to sit opposite her and Katie. She addressed me first, "As you know, you've already been interviewed for here although you didn't quite know it at the time! Now it's Jill's turn." I heard Jill sigh next to me.
Hollie went on to explain further, "Her interview will be this evening, starting at 6.30pm. She now has a full idea of what this place is about and we do -- we'd just talked about it while on the tour. Isn't that right?"
Jill nodded to confirm.
"We have the initial positive report from you, but we need to know she can satisfy all manner of our clients." She eyed Jill now. "This means some of it will be hard and rough -- do you understand that, darling?" Jill nodded vigorously, and smiled. "I mean real rough. Are you sure you want to?" The last question was serious and certainly not playful at all. Hollie ignored the presence of me and Katie in the room and just focused on Jill's teenager-like frail-looking young figure. Jill looked so delicate that it did make sense to ask the question that she did.
"Yes, I want it."
"There is a way to drop out of the interview if you find it too much. But, clearly, you'd be forfeiting your being successful that way."
Jill returned the look, looking almost offended for a second. "I AM ready. I will NOT quit!" There was a resolute determination about her.
"Okay!" Hollie's harder look softened and she appeared satisfied by this. "Now then, listen to what is going to happen next."
She explained the process and some requirements for the rest of the day. Jill would not know practically anything about who she'd meet later for the interview, how many people this would be or even how long this might take. All she knew was that she needed to be ready for sex the same day from 6.30pm until 2am in the morning. She seemed to readily accept everything -- many girls would've run scared, but I supposed she might have thought that whatever would happen, many of her tucked-away fantasies would get realised. It only implied there was a volcano dreaming under that gentle, innocent-looking exterior. Yet again, my kind of girl!
Before all this, she needed to rest. Well aware of what had developed between Jill and myself, Hollie and Katie required that she and I do not see each other at all and we were to go to our separate homes until the evening. We were visibly disappointed, but she accepted it nonetheless. Finally, she was free to choose her own clothes, although she knew these wouldn't stay on her for very long.
For the evening, the hotel would be empty of any clients other than the people that needed to be there. An hour before, she would be texted with the number of the room where the interview would start. She was to simply enter that room and sit on the sofa there waiting for
someone
to arrive.
Jill was really admiringly calm -- actually taming her excitement, I thought -- when given all this information. The only start she displayed was when she was told, just at the end of Hollie's talking, that for the purposes of the interview as well as "internal training purposes" she would be recorded -- the cameras would be unobtrusively placed in any room she'd be in.
She almost jumped up, startled. "WHAT?!"
"That's usually the issue for some people," Hollie admitted, speaking in a calm voice, and hurried to reassure her, "Darling, we need to be able to watch you to see how good you are -- but can't be in the rooms all the time always; certainly not all of us. To make a determination, some of us need to be able to watch it later." Jill looked genuinely scared at this point.
"My familyโ" she stammered. "They're just notโ" she broke hallway-through, intertwining the fingers of her both hands, then drumming her knee in unease. "Are you...? -- Would--?"
For somebody who'd just agreed to -- essentially -- being screwed by an unknown number of people (of unknown sex) for an unspecified amount of time, this was different. No one was surprised she might not wish to be filmed -- but it was obviously there was something else going on.
"Many people don't like being filmed -- although it is our requirement and the interview can't go on without it, it is all too obvious to understand why. Nobody wants even their regular sex vids to end up on social media... Is this what this?"