You sit across from me, your eyes wide with ambition and a hint of nervousness. I can see the sweat beading on your forehead, the way your hands grip the edge of the chair. You’re eager, I can tell. Eager to impress, eager to please, eager to get your foot in the door. I like that. I like it a lot.
“Tell me, Arthur,” I say, leaning back in my chair, giving you a slow once-over. “What makes you think you’re qualified for this position?”
You stammer slightly, “Well, Ms. Hartley, I have a degree in business administration, and I’m willing to do anything to prove myself.”
I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Anything?”
You nod, swallowing hard. “Anything.”
I stand up, walking around my desk, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I can see your eyes following me, taking in my form. I’m dressed in a tight, black pencil skirt and a silk blouse, the top buttons undone to show a hint of cleavage. I know you like what you see.
“I have a proposition for you, Arthur,” I say, stopping in front of you. “A test, if you will. Prove to me that you’re willing to do anything, and the job is yours.”
You look up at me, confusion and curiosity in your eyes. “What do you mean?”
I lean down, my lips close to your ear. “I mean, I want you to fuck me, Arthur. Right here, right now. Show me what you’re made of.”
You pull back, shock written all over your face. “But… but I thought this was a job interview.”
I laugh, a low, sultry sound. “It is. And you said you’d do anything. Prove it.”
You stand up, your chair scraping against the floor. You’re taller than me, but I don’t feel intimidated. I feel powerful. I can see the bulge in your pants, the way your breath is coming in short gasps. You’re turned on. Good.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” you stammer.
I reach out, my hand cupping your dick through your pants. “You don’t have to say anything, Arthur. Just show me.”
You groan, your hips bucking into my hand. I can feel your dick hardening, growing under my touch. I smile, knowing I have you right where I want you.
I lead you to the couch in the corner of my office, pushing you down onto it. You look up at me, your eyes dark with lust. I straddle you, my skirt riding up to show my black lace thong. I can feel your dick pressing against me, hard and insistent.
“You want this, don’t you, Arthur?” I ask, grinding against you. “You want to fuck me.”
You nod, your hands gripping my hips. “Yes, Ms. Hartley. I want to fuck you.”
I smile, leaning down to kiss you. Your lips are soft, eager. I can feel your hands roaming my body, squeezing my ass, pulling me closer. I grind against you, my pussy getting wetter by the second.
I stand up, pulling my skirt off and throwing it to the side. I can see your eyes widen as you take in my body, my black lace bra and thong, my stockings and heels. I’m a vision, and you know it.
I turn around, bending over and giving you a view of my ass. “Fuck me, Arthur,” I say, looking back at you over my shoulder. “Show me what you’ve got.”
You stand up, your hands trembling as you unbuckle your belt. I can hear the rustle of your clothes as you take them off, the sound of your cock springing free. I can feel your hands on my hips, your dick pressing against my pussy.
“You want this, don’t you, Arthur?” I ask, grinding against you. “You want to fuck me.”
You nod, your hands gripping my hips. “Yes, Ms. Hartley. I want to fuck you.”
I reach back, my hand guiding your dick to my pussy. You slide in easily, my pussy wet and ready. You groan, your hands gripping my hips tightly as you start to move.
I push back against you, meeting your thrusts. I can feel your dick hitting all the right spots, my pussy clenching around you. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing.
“You like that, don’t you, Arthur?” I ask, my voice breathless. “You like fucking me.”
You nod, your hands gripping my hips tightly. “Yes, Ms. Hartley. I love fucking you.”
I can feel your dick swelling inside me, your thrusts becoming more urgent. I know you’re close, and so am I. I reach down, my fingers finding my clit. I rub it in tight circles, my body tensing as my orgasm builds.
“Fuck, Arthur,” I moan. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come all over your dick.”
You groan, your thrusts becoming faster, harder. “I’m close, Ms. Hartley. I’m close.”
I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing. I rub my clit faster, my hips bucking against you. I can feel your dick swelling inside me, your thrusts becoming more urgent.
“I’m coming, Arthur,” I moan. “I’m coming all over your dick.”
You groan, your body tensing as you come. I can feel your dick pulsing inside me and filling me up with your juice.
“That was good. Now, help me up to my desk and I’ll have my secretary prepare your contract.” And that was the easiest job you’ve ever secured in your career.
You sit across from me, your eyes wide with ambition and a hint of nervousness. I can see the sweat beading on your forehead, the way your hands grip the edge of the chair. You’re eager, I can tell. Eager to impress, eager to please, eager to get your foot in the door. I like that. I like it a lot.
“Tell me, Arthur,” I say, leaning back in my chair, giving you a slow once-over. “What makes you think you’re qualified for this position?”
You stammer slightly, “Well, Ms. Hartley, I have a degree in business administration, and I’m willing to do anything to prove myself.”
I raise an eyebrow, a smirk playing on my lips. “Anything?”
You nod, swallowing hard. “Anything.”
I stand up, walking around my desk, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor. I can see your eyes following me, taking in my form. I’m dressed in a tight, black pencil skirt and a silk blouse, the top buttons undone to show a hint of cleavage. I know you like what you see.
“I have a proposition for you, Arthur,” I say, stopping in front of you. “A test, if you will. Prove to me that you’re willing to do anything, and the job is yours.”
You look up at me, confusion and curiosity in your eyes. “What do you mean?”
I lean down, my lips close to your ear. “I mean, I want you to fuck me, Arthur. Right here, right now. Show me what you’re made of.”
You pull back, shock written all over your face. “But… but I thought this was a job interview.”
I laugh, a low, sultry sound. “It is. And you said you’d do anything. Prove it.”
You stand up, your chair scraping against the floor. You’re taller than me, but I don’t feel intimidated. I feel powerful. I can see the bulge in your pants, the way your breath is coming in short gasps. You’re turned on. Good.
“I… I don’t know what to say,” you stammer.
I reach out, my hand cupping your dick through your pants. “You don’t have to say anything, Arthur. Just show me.”
You groan, your hips bucking into my hand. I can feel your dick hardening, growing under my touch. I smile, knowing I have you right where I want you.
I lead you to the couch in the corner of my office, pushing you down onto it. You look up at me, your eyes dark with lust. I straddle you, my skirt riding up to show my black lace thong. I can feel your dick pressing against me, hard and insistent.
“You want this, don’t you, Arthur?” I ask, grinding against you. “You want to fuck me.”
You nod, your hands gripping my hips. “Yes, Ms. Hartley. I want to fuck you.”
I smile, leaning down to kiss you. Your lips are soft, eager. I can feel your hands roaming my body, squeezing my ass, pulling me closer. I grind against you, my pussy getting wetter by the second.
I stand up, pulling my skirt off and throwing it to the side. I can see your eyes widen as you take in my body, my black lace bra and thong, my stockings and heels. I’m a vision, and you know it.
I turn around, bending over and giving you a view of my ass. “Fuck me, Arthur,” I say, looking back at you over my shoulder. “Show me what you’ve got.”
You stand up, your hands trembling as you unbuckle your belt. I can hear the rustle of your clothes as you take them off, the sound of your cock springing free. I can feel your hands on my hips, your dick pressing against my pussy.
“You want this, don’t you, Arthur?” I ask, grinding against you. “You want to fuck me.”
You nod, your hands gripping my hips. “Yes, Ms. Hartley. I want to fuck you.”
I reach back, my hand guiding your dick to my pussy. You slide in easily, my pussy wet and ready. You groan, your hands gripping my hips tightly as you start to move.
I push back against you, meeting your thrusts. I can feel your dick hitting all the right spots, my pussy clenching around you. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing.
“You like that, don’t you, Arthur?” I ask, my voice breathless. “You like fucking me.”
You nod, your hands gripping my hips tightly. “Yes, Ms. Hartley. I love fucking you.”
I can feel your dick swelling inside me, your thrusts becoming more urgent. I know you’re close, and so am I. I reach down, my fingers finding my clit. I rub it in tight circles, my body tensing as my orgasm builds.
“Fuck, Arthur,” I moan. “I’m going to come. I’m going to come all over your dick.”
You groan, your thrusts becoming faster, harder. “I’m close, Ms. Hartley. I’m close.”
I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing. I rub my clit faster, my hips bucking against you. I can feel your dick swelling inside me, your thrusts becoming more urgent.
“I’m coming, Arthur,” I moan. “I’m coming all over your dick.”
You groan, your body tensing as you come. I can feel your dick pulsing inside me and filling me up with your juice.
“That was good. Now, help me up to my desk and I’ll have my secretary prepare your contract.” And that was the easiest job you’ve ever secured in your career.
