CHAPTER THREE, The Interview
"So, tell me, Ms. O'Neil," Robert Porter spoke precisely and with great authority. "Why do you want the position as my assistant?"
"Pardon me?"
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Patrice and Jason had been standing in the dining room watching as Tania Mosswell called Danny Porter up to the deck and the group began to gather around the reclining form or the extremely pregnant Claudia Adams. Jason was still catching his breath, a film of sweat drying on his brow, after their time with Terry Carter in one of the guest rooms.
Jason was still sorting through the idea that he and his wife had just shared the body of someone whom he had known as an escort only a week earlier. He had seen his wife drink Terry's sweet milk and lap at her thick clit. Patrice had watched him put his cock into Terry's mouth and her pussy, and had seen him release a load of jism inside of her, the last dribbling onto her pregnant belly.
Now they stood, hand in hand, and watched Danny bound up on the deck, his cock bobbing, and begin talking to the women.
"Crazy party," Patrice said.
"Is it, you know, too much? I mean, well, are you having as much fun as you thought you would be?" Jason asked, though the look on his face wasn't so much from the concern of his words as his guilt about his past actions with Terry.
"Fun? I would think you'd be the one disappointed," Patrice said, hugging herself to her husband's naked body. "I'm bound to get more sex than you do. More orgasms, anyway."
"Just like college," he teased.
"Exactly." Patrice laughed, feeling that it really was just like college. Like flipping a switch, she'd become the same wanton woman she was back then. This time, however, she had the extra turn-on of having seen her husband with another woman. A pregnant woman. The memory alone was enough to make her pussy wet.
That was when Robert Porter entered the room behind them and spoke up.
"So, tell me, Ms. O'Neil," Robert said. "Why do you want the position as my assistant?"
"Pardon me?"
Patrice and Jason turned as one, somewhat surprised by the businesslike tone of the man behind them. When they saw him smiling and holding out glasses of wine, their alarm dissipated, and they accepted the offered refreshment.
"I want to advance myself," she said, thinking quickly while Jason took a big swallow of wine. "Everyone wants that."
"Sure," Jason added. "And make more money, too." The fact that all three of them were naked put Jason even more at ease than the other two. And, though he could see that his dick was smaller than the banker's cock, he felt equal to him in their nudity.
"Well, of course," Robert said. "I only wonder what your wife is willing to do to get the job."
"Willing? I didn't think there was any thing I had to do." Patrice bristled instinctively.
Jason saw Robert's pecker twitch when he spoke, growing along with the twinkle in his eyes, and he caught on to the joke uncharacteristically fast. He nudged his wife lightly with one elbow.
"Relax," he said. "Have fun with it."
"Oh." Patrice smiled, rolling her eyes. "Well, I suppose I'm willing to be less thin skinned, to start with."
"Good," Robert said. "And what would you be willing to do for your prospective boss in order to curry his favor in the vetting process?"
"Anything," Patrice said, keeping her gaze firmly on Robert's eyes as she drank her wine.
"I think we should have an interview now," Robert said, his cock rising to a half erect state. "I'll top off our glasses while you find an empty interview room down the hall. They can't all be full of writhing bodies."
"Don't bet on it," Jason laughed.
"I'd like an interview." Patrice kissed her husband, saying, "Should Jason come along?"
"He didn't apply for the job," Robert said. "I imagine he can find something interesting to do."
Patrice left them, putting a bit more wiggle than normal in her walk as she did, and both men watched in appreciation. As Robert began to walk out to the kitchen to fill the glasses, Jason gave him some advice.
"She likes it a bit rough sometimes," he said. "Not hardcore, you know. I don't know if it matters or not, but she likes me to pull on her nipples."
"Pull them?"
"Yes. Really stretch her titties out hard. Right about when she's ready to cum."
"Oh. Thanks." Robert shook Jason's hand, smiling. "You can watch, if you want, but I thought it might be nice if I get to know Patrice better."
"No, I don't want to watch. Well . . . no, I don't need to." Jason paused, then decided to put all of their cards on the table. "She didn't think she'd get the job, because she doesn't think you like her," he said. "You know how people get impressions sometimes."
"I sure do," Robert said, thinking how she'd been exactly right about his feelings. "I don't know her. Maybe I seem a little cold because of that. But she's already got the job, Jason. The president is going to make that announcement on Tuesday."
"Really?" Jason smiled broadly. Of course, he hadn't been worried about it. Not really.
"Yes, really. Now I believe I have an interview subject waiting for me. Do you have any other advice?"
"Not really, except that a swat on the ass is nice every now and again," Jason said. "But, you know, don't hurt her."
"Thank you, sir," Robert said as he carried the glasses out to the hall. "I shall do my best to fuck your wife without hurting her."
Jason stood smiling and imagining the two of them together. Now that he'd seen Robert mostly hard, he was happy to realize that Robert's cock wasn't all that damn much larger than his own. Bigger, sure, but not enough for Patrice to care.
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As the interview was beginning, Claudia Adams began to go into labor and most of the party people switched gears into a decidedly non-sexual mode. After she was safely on her way to the hospital, there was a bit of milling about and general confusion until folks generally decided it was time for a break and headed toward the snacks that were laid out on the dining room table or out on the deck.
Cathy Burton thought it was funny to see all these naked people standing around with paper plates of chips and dip or small sandwiches with their tits and dicks bouncing as they ate. She supposed it was like her own family's gatherings but larger.
A drop of salsa fell onto Cathy's left tit as she ate. She was just about to dab it off with a paper towel but stopped. Smiling, she took a corn chip and gathered up another glob of salsa and dripped it purposefully onto her right breast. She smiled as she dribbled a connecting line of salsa between the two drips.
Someone cleared his throat across from where she sat, and Cathy looked up to see Jason O'Neil watching her. He pulled his half-erect penis out straight and poured salsa onto it in a line from his pubic hair to the bulbous head.
Cathy smiled. She dripped salsa into her navel and stood while Jason wiped up the remaining salsa from his paper plate with one hand and stood rubbing it onto his balls like lotion.
They met in the middle of the dining room floor, and Jason licked the salsa away from her breasts before taking a moment to suck at the girl's young nipples. Cathy pushed him back a step and knelt to take his spicy cock into her mouth, cleaning his cock and balls completely before standing and allowing him to kneel and suck the red sauce from her navel.
Cathy's mother, Sally, watched from the corner of the room, a look of strange pride on her face. That girl could do anything, and probably would some day. As she watched Cathy lead her partner away by his hard cock, Sally was thinking that her day in the sun would probably come very soon.
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Patty and Danny showered together. They washed each other bodies carefully and completely, but without much sexual provocation. There was business to be done, after all.
"What's Kelly like?" Danny asked as he toweled Patty's back and watched her breasts sway in the bathroom mirror. He did take a moment to enjoy the cushy feeling of Patty's ass in his hands.
"Like anybody," Patty said, snuggling her butt back against him. "Nice. Smart. Pretty horny."
"How do you know?"
"From the way she looks at my husband's crotch when she comes to baby-sit," Patty replied, smiling. "Don't worry. We can keep her quiet."
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"What do you think about oral sex, Ms. O'Neil?"
Robert Porter sat naked on the disheveled bed of the master bedroom with his back against the padded headboard and his legs crossed casually at the ankles. Sherona and Cherie Mosswell had given up the bed in favor of the shower in the master bathroom, and they could be heard enjoying themselves immensely.
"I like it," Patrice said, sitting on a straight back chair beside the bed, her knees primly together as though this was an actual interview and she wasn't just as naked as Robert.
"Do you swallow or spit?"
"That's a pretty personal question, Mr. Porter," she said. "But I would think it depends on my opinion of the man involved. You know, hygiene wise."
"Fair enough. What's your position on facials?"
"Normally, on my knees," she said. "Are you going to ask about my bookkeeping?"
"No, I know all about that," Robert said. "There is a different kind of bookkeeping, too, I suppose. But I don't see you as the kiss and tell type of woman."
"No," she admitted, straining to remain serious. "And you're not nearly famous enough to bother."
