I have read a lot of stories on here and finally got up the nerve to do one of my own. This is totally a creation of my mind and all name and places are fictional. Hopefully you will enjoy.
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How had I ended up like this? It's Friday night and instead of heading out to grab some beers with my friends or following up on that invite from the new receptionist I'm headed to my Mistresses house. I know what I'm headed too, but that's not the worst part. The worst part is that I'm rushing to get there. If that is one thing about my Mistress, she has taught me very well how much every second is worth. Seconds have become so important me. Quite literally as the seconds tick by so do my years.
Probably my Mistress is the best place to start my story. I met my Mistress when I went in for a job interview. She was the epitome of a cougar. She walked around the corner and shook my hand and I knew from that moment that I wanted to see this woman naked. If I had known then what I know now, I would have turned and walked out.
Guess it's no use now to think about the road not taken. I digress, she was barely 5' tall, but her heels pushed her height to 5' 6". She looked to be about mid 30's though later I would find out later she was closer to mid 40's. She wore a short tight fitting deep V neck dress. The kind that makes all the women jealous and makes the men stop and stare. She had an air about her that said I know your going to look, I dressed this way to tempt you to look, I would be disappointed if you didn't look, but don't let me catch you looking.
The dress allowed me to clearly see that she was a person who took her body very seriously. The only thing that seemed to not be totally out of proportion were her beasts. You talk about a struggle to not just openly stare. It wasn't that they were overly large, I guessed they were about a 32D a very full 32D at that. No what drew the attention was how pert they were, either her bra was doing a magical job or these mounds hardly needed support at all.
"Hello, my name is Grace Lock. Nice to meet you James. Let's head into the conference room over there and we can get the interview started."
She then points me in the direction of the conference room indicating for me to lead the way. I'm disappointed as I wanted to check out her backside. Instead I'm the one out in front with her following me.
As we enter the room she steps in and to the side once again not allowing me to view her backside. She points to the light switch in the far corner, "Do you mind turning on the lights?"
"Not at all."
As I do this she walks around the table and sits down while my back is turned. She has now thwarted three opportunities for me scope out her complete body.
As I turn back around she motions to a chair across from her and without a second thought I sit down in the chair. As I sit down I begin with some small talk as I normally do in an interview.
She smiles politely and replies, "I have a busy day and every second counts, so unless you have any objections I would like to go ahead and start the formal interview."
Seeing no reason to rock the boat with the person that was deciding if I would get the job or not I nodded my ascent.
The interview went normal enough. She asked all the basic questions while casually turning her chair a quarter turn to the right and then a quarter turn back to he left. Between her asking questions and rocking the chair side to side I was again finding it hard not to drink in all the cleavage that the V neck was giving away.
Then she asked a question that got my full attention: "Do you have any issues with taking direction from a woman?"
This got my attention because it dawned on me that this lady who I already wanted to see naked, who I was struggling to focus around, and was dying to see from the backside was not a basic HR person doing the initial interview, but was going to be the boss of the person being hired.
I knew in my head this interview was going well, but I also knew that being 25 and only recently graduated from college that I needed this answer to be a home run if I wanted this job.
"Absolutely not, most of my female professors complimented me when working one on one with me. Furthermore, the person who encouraged me to apply for this job was a woman who you know and she felt that I would be a good fit for this job."
"Also, even with my limited experience the women I have professionally interacted with were better at bringing out the best in me, even more so than men were.
She smiled at the last comment, scribbled down a note, and closed her notebook.
Grace asked, "Are there was any questions you would like to ask me."
In the blink of an eye my mind ran through asking for her number all the way to asking for a blow job. What I asked though was, "Do you find this to be a good place to work?"
I could already tell that she could have a job anywhere she wanted and I was interested in why she was here. In my mind I was ready to bed this woman on the spot, but I also knew better than to let a pretty face be the deciding factor.
"In my experience this company is very selective about who it hires. HR doesn't do interviews because we have concluded that the manager is better at quickly weeding out the chafe. As for me, I started working here at 18, have never thought about leaving because the company prized internal advancement of high performers over outside hires, and in my opinion, anyone that is offered a job here and didn't take it would be a fool."
That was enough for me. I had already made up my mind that if they offered the job I would definitely accept. Just the thought of a smoking hot boss was enough to brush aside any doubts, not that I had any.
As we stood she spoke, "Please turn the lights back off." As I did the sneaky little devil got up, rounded the table, and pointed me out the door before I could get the lights off. As I walked back to the receptionist desk I resigned myself to not getting a view of her caboose unless I got the job.
I was half distracted as we arrived at the receptionist desk.
"James, thank you for coming. I have a couple more interviews before the decision is made. I will call you tonight and let you know one way or the other."
At that moment she dropped her notebook. It was something out of those old romance novels except it wasn't. I practically dove down to help her and when I looked up I got a perfect view down her dress as she had also squatted down to pick up her things.