Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357
Nervously, I sat in the modern lobby of what I hoped would be my next job. The ad for the position simply stated, “An assistant needed to relieve pressure off the CEO.” I could do that. I’m super accommodating and am excellent at anticipating people’s needs. However, my resume was limited. No one really puts their sex work experience down for these sorts of things, so I had quit a few ‘gap years’ between jobs. I didn’t think I had a chance, but they called this morning to say they accepted my interview and would meet with the CEO today.
I wore a short skirt and borrowed a friend’s button-up blouse. It didn’t fit me well; the buttons bulged and strained across my heavy tits. My hair was up, and my makeup was done the only way I knew how to do it: heavy.
Nailing The Interview
My jaw dropped when the CEO waltzed out of his office and called my name. He was tall and slender but built. I could tell there was a firm, muscular body under his expensive suit, and his eyes seemed to see right through me. He twitched his head to indicate I should follow him, and I scrambled to do so.
Inside, He pointed to a chair in his big office, and I sat with my knees pressed together and my shoulders back. He rested his ass against his desk and looked me over with an intense gaze. “Thank you for being on time, Ms. Reese. I appreciate that and the way you’re dressed.” I shifted under his stare. My panties started to get damp as I smiled up at him and nodded.
“Thank you.” My voice was weak… submissive…in response. He grinned like he knew what he was doing to me. Hell, he could probably smell my arousal.
“I want to make sure you understand the requirements and demands of this position.” As I listened, I reached for the button on my blouse, popping it open. Suddenly, it was sweltering in this office. “Why don’t you lock the door, and we’ll find out if you have what I’m looking for.”
I licked my lips and stood. Swaying my hips seductively, hoping my instincts were correct. I locked the door and then crawled back to his feet. He nodded approvingly. “Very nice, Kayla.” My hungry gaze watched him unzip his pants, and my mouth fell open, waiting for the invitation to suck his cock and nail the interview.
Kayla Cumsalot 1844-332-2639 Ext 357