Corporate/Jade's Interview
From Create Your Own Story
On the day of her interview, Jade wasn't shy at all about advertising all of her assets. She'd shown up with a high hemline that exposed surprisingly lush, lean thighs. Her calves were wrapped tightly in stockings which coyly intimated that her obvious runner's legs looked damn good in solo shorts. Every few answers, she'd tantalizingly slide them against one another with smiling lips covered in licorice-colored lipstick and coquettish brown eyes punctuated by bouncing black curls.
With a penetratingly inviting gaze like hers, you were half convinced she could see through the hardwood desk separating your bulging erection from her eyes, and was taking great pleasure in teasing it up higher against the fabric of your trousers. Her ability to maintain her mischievous allure while gleefully providing satisfying responses to your questions, somehow keeping an air of devilishly plausible deniability, was enough reason for you to hire her right then and there.
But Jade proved herself to be an overachiever at heart.
At the conclusion of the interview, Jade nonchalantly unwrapped her legs, stood up, and allowed you to walk her across your office to the door. You opened the door for her, and she motioned to move through it without so much as a glance at you - before abruptly stopping and turning to face you, an exaggerated, puzzled look on her face. Just before you could ask her what was wrong, she startled you by hopping up in a moment of apparent realization - an impressive feat while in heels - and saying "Oh!"
She then held her hand out to you to shake, giving you an impishly apologetic smile. "Sorry, I guess I was more nervous than I thought," she said brightly, her other hand running through her curls. "Thank you for meeting with me today..." She was the picture of innocence with her hazel eyes looking up at you, awaiting your handshake, and you couldn't resist her precocious charm.
So you were quite surprised when, as you were extending your hand to meet hers, Jade deftly grasped it and drew your hand between her thighs, pressing your palm up against what you felt to be lace panties. She made damn strong eye contact as she coaxed your tentative hand against her covered quim. For the most part, she kept her composure too, at least until you started to get into it, and you forced the wide-open innocence of her eyes to close in pained pleasure. You found the pace that made Jade's breaths lose their even pace, and she gasped more raggedly as your strokes found a rough rhythm to break her composure.
Soon enough, her knees buckled, and Jade fell to the floor, chest heaving from your activities between her thighs. She looked up at you again, and your eyes followed her gaze as she sized you up, looking you up and down. The soft "O" of her exhaling lips turned into a smooth grinning line as her eyes now fixated on the massive bulge in your trousers. You found yourself grinning too as she got down to her knees and reached for your erection, massaging and kneading you through your suit fabric.
Jade's eyes brightened in delight - and, you hoped, amazement - as your cock extended ever further against the cashmere. In fact, only centimeters separated your bulge from her face now, and you could practically feel the heat of her hot breaths teasing you even more. She playfully hid her face underneath the protrusion, making it seem as though she was actually winking at you every time she blinked.
Maybe she was actually winking at you, because you realized that only one of her hands was dexterously undoing your belt buckle and zipper - the other hand was hidden away underneath her skirt. It's a good thing she had such well-tuned fine motor skills, because she was practically undressing you with her eyes closed. Of course, she opened them once she'd freed your erection from its cashmere confines, and this time you did see genuine shock permeate her expression as her eyes took in the whole of your thick, throbbing cock.
You could tell from the way that her breath caught and her cheeks flushed that she'd begun stroking herself more thoroughly at the site of your bared penis, but she didn't let her own arousal disturb her disciplined teasing. She kept the smile on her face and purred and cooed at your penis, rubbing it slowly with her free hand, letting herself feel your hardness thoroughly. Her fingers danced and prodded at you, peeling back your foreskin and feeling underneath the bulbous head of your cock. You couldn't imagine she was doing better work on herself than she was on you, but you had to give her credit for her work.
"Good multitasking skills..." you murmured to her, your fingers plumbing through her coarse curls.
At this, she giggled, and drew her hidden hand out from underneath her skirt with a light sigh before also using it to stroke and tease you. You could tell from the moist slickness which her fingers spread along your cock that she'd been playing with herself directly rather than outside of her panties, and you idly wondered how soaked she was down there. When she took the same hand and licked the juices from it, letting you see the tendrils of saliva move from her tongue to her fingers, you wondered how wet her mouth was too.
As if she could feel the lustful thoughts hazily drifting through your mind, she bent her neck back to look up at you and whispered, "Do you want to try my other skills?"
She closed her eyes, and her mouth opened. You could see saliva dripping from the roof her mouth down to her tongue, as if her mouth was watering at the prospect of tasting you directly. Enticed by her sudden and willing submission, you guided yourself to her open mouth with one hand while you brought her head closer to you with the other hand - only to be stopped as she placed her still-moist hand on the arm closest to her.
"I hope I'll get a chance to show you all of them soon..." she said. But she was looking down, and you weren't able to get a read on her expression.
Still stunned from the sudden stop, you watched her simply rise from the ground as she dried her hands with a napkin she'd pulled out from her purse. She dusted off her skirt, adjusted her blouse, and finally looked up at you with that same illegible expression of devilish nonchalance. And again, she held out her hand to shake, as if everything that had happened was perfectly within the expectations of her job interview. In a trance, you reached out and shook her hand.
Fumbling about for something appropriate to say, you simply stated, "You'll hear from me soon."
"I'll be expecting your call, then," she said, smirking, as she turned around to head out the - the open door. She looked back at you, amused. "Don't worry," she said. "I wouldn't really have minded if someone had walked in during our interview, anyway."
And with that, she walked out, leaving you to wonder whether you were going to hire her to find out what else she was capable of, or if you were going to hire her to show her just how masterfully you managed your employees...
