As always thank you to Lancelot Knight for his help, support and editing. And thanks again to Gus.
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Cassie was on her hands and knees. Using her pillow for support she propped herself up on her elbows and raised her ass high in the air to receive the most of her lover's hard cock.
The bed began to squeak as he pumped her hard from behind. Each time the hair on his balls brushed her pussy lips Cassie shuddered. Watching them in the mirror across the bedroom, Cassie arched her back and moaned with each thrust, as her lover grabbed her hips and rammed his cock home.
This was his favourite position: "doggy style". Sometimes her mind would wander off and she'd end up focusing on mundane things like doing the shopping list or she might drift off into the world of her own imagination. Lately she had started to fantasize about fucking a woman. She loved looking at women's bodies, especially their breasts. Cassie would raid her lover's porno magazines and study them for hours. She was turned on by the way the girls sat spread legged tempting her with their lickable cunts.
But she had more important things on her mind today. She was going for a job interview. It was important to her that she got this job, not only for her bank balance but also for her own self-esteem. What would she wear? She must remain calm and not get flustered.
His loud moans snapped her back to reality; within seconds he came.
"Oh God...that was good," he said. His cock popped from her wet and swollen pussy with a slurp. He promptly rolled over and fell asleep. She liked to watch him sleep.
The next day she woke early, showered, ate breakfast and cleaned her teeth. She applied a full face of make-up and took extra time in doing her hair. She brushed her lover's lips, said goodbye and left.
Interview 9am: Shit! Bus is late. Remain calm at all times. She looked at her watch 8.40am. Tick Tock Tick Tock...
In the elevator Cassie pressed the button, level three. The doors opened to face a pretty receptionist. Cassie introduced herself, then sat down on one of the luxurious looking leather chairs. She picked up a magazine and pretended to read it.
She repeated in her mind, "I'll do anything to get this job, anything."
Cassie saw from the corner of her eye a door open. A girl appeared looking a little disheveled. The girl glanced at Cassie and made a dash for the elevator. Before Cassie could think what that might have been about she heard her name being called. She stood up and was told by the receptionist that she could go in.
Cassie went in and closed the door behind her. She turned to face a woman perhaps in her late thirties. The woman wore glasses that sat on her heavily made-up face. Her fair hair was pulled back tightly in a bun. She wore a grey suit and white blouse. The woman reminded Cassie of a schoolteacher she once had, a real bitch, too.
"Please take a seat, Cassie," the woman said, smiling, showing her white, and perfectly straight teeth. "My name is Miss Chester."
"Would you like to see my resume?" Cassie asked.
In a dismissive tone, Miss Chester replied, "Ah...we'll look at that later."
She continued sternly, "Now, I expect a little extra from the girls who work for me."
She picked up her pen and ran it over her lips then sucked on the end of it, moving it in and out of her mouth. She stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. Facing Cassie, she folded her arms and eyed her up and down.
"How badly do you want this job?" Miss Chester asked.
Cassie rattled off her rehearsed speech explaining the reasons she wanted the job and why she was the best person for it.
"Enough!" shouted Miss Chester.
Cassie froze staring at the stern looking woman in front of her. She made her feel like a child.
"You'd do anything for it?" Miss Chester was now standing and took a step closer to Cassie.
