"Did you bring those references?"

I blink. This conversation couldn't get any weirder. Sure it seemed like an interview. We sat in an office. I tried not to keep adjusting my tie. And she reviewed papers nearly sorted in a small manilla folder. The only clue to the utter insanity of the situation was the lack of a resume. No, instead of my work history, she perused glossy 8 by 10 photos of my nude body in exacting positions.

"References?" I repeated.

"Yes, per our last email-"

Jesus. The corporate shop talk didn't end. And that email listed more demands than the Torah. But the money...

"Yeah, I got it right here and I...uh... uploaded the footage through that link."

"We've already reviewed the demonstration. You performed satisfactorily."

I had the bitch moaning but whatever. The interviewer turned the page reading the "review" my most recent friend with benefits offered. She'd had fun describing my dick. Said I turned her inside out. I liked that. Didn't know what the fuck she meant but still made me proud.

"Alright." She peered over the thick round glasses with leopard stripes. Curvy little honey all bound up in that suit. A cute little blue necklace peeked from under her collar. Shame she's not the one hiring. Weird to have this kinda of arrangement settled in an office. Asshats looking right through the glass wall. Guess they can't hear.

"Mr. X," -

Code names. Fun.

"You are our 1st choice. My employer enjoyed the enthusiasm of your video. And the 7 3/4 inch penis falls right into her preferences. Along with your adorable anti-authoritarianism."

Tell me how you really feel.

"But understand. If you accept this position, there is no off day. There are no headaches. If she wants to be fucked, you fuck her. She demands a dick, whip it out. If she wants her cunt licked on a rental car in the middle of Times Square you eat. In return, you'll be compensated 50,000 dollars a month for one year. At which time the contract may be renegotiated."

"Listen, I get it. I'm a fuck toy. Done it before but at least now I get paid."

The phone rings and my new buddy holds up one manicured finger. Without speaking, she presses the receiver to her ear. I spy a slight blush spread across her mocha-colored cheeks.

"Yes, ma'am."

Hanging up. She smiles gently at me before indicating a small camera in the corner.

"Put on a good show, buster."

Without another word and in full view of the office floor, the manager leaves her desk and knees in front of me.

"Take it out."

No hesitation. I unzip and let him breathe. I'm already a little excited. The thick mother fucker bending like a drawbridge about to rise.

"No touching," she mutters, regret etched in her expression. "But you need to blast my face until I can use your cum as foundation. Understood?"

"Not complicated," I wrap both hands around my cock, one on top of the other. I squeeze, knowing it'll cause the growing monster to twitch. She's imagining being impaled now.

Time to give her a taste of the filling

I start slow. Pivoting slightly to the side so she can see my core. I don't work out like a recovering addict so folks won't stare. Nothing in this world is better than making a woman beg. Especially when they're used to command.

"We're on the clock, Mr. X." Her adorable two front teeth trap her bottom lip. "No showing off now. Deliver on schedule."

Ok, bitch.

Spitting I to my palm first, my right hand then flies up and down my cock.

"Normally, I'd lube up by sliding my fingers inside that soaking wet pussy of yours. But you said, no touching."

"Hmmm, not my rule, I promise. But it does seem like I could help a promising candidate just a little..." Her eyes had already dilated. Hoped I'll get a chance to watch them glaze over.

She undoes the buttons on the blazer and shrugs. The movement sends her jacket to the floor and pushes those plump, fuckable tits in my direction. Her nipples peak under what I assume is champagne-colored silk. No bra, but I see the outline of something else. French-tipped hands wrap around the top of her blouse and she pulls. The buttons burst apart, designed to surrender at the slightest pressure. Now I see everything.

Pierced nipples connect to an elegant gold chain, that runs both upward around a sapphire collar about the neck, and down between her now quivering legs. A buzzing becomes audible as she adjusts but does not stand. Her discipline is extraordinary. She will not move until I've cum all over those perfectly shaded lips.

"Give it to me. Please. Give it to me!"

God, she can brat too? I'll give. More than she can handle. And I can tell she's a fucking pro.

"All yours," I promise and she twists the thin needles embedded in those lovely biteable nipples. She mewles. I've lost control of my body. I can hear my fist hit the bottom of the shaft as I furiously work my cock. I'm close. And seeing the vein pulsing down her neck, I know she is too.

"Fuck!"

Somehow, the orgasm catches me off guard. But I'm able to recover and only a few drops catch in her chestnut hair. The rest splatters across her face. She'd been in the middle of a cute little moan and a little of my cream ended up in her mouth.

"Mmm," she swallows and doubles over. I hear her gasp and see her shoulders quake as she twists the chain and cums. The buzz cuts off. I wonder where the remote holder is watching.

"I'm looking forward to working with you, Mr. X." She staggers onto her feet and refuses my outstretched hand. My cum drips from her chin onto the floor. She does not wipe. Or fix the shirt. Instead, she reaches over to the desk and removes a thick envelope.

"Thirty thousand. Sign-up bonus. You'll hear from us soon."

I do not wait. Simply grab the money, tuck myself back into place, and walk out. The floor watches me and I catch the eye of a pretty little redhead. She circles her tongue inside a cheek. The universal invitation to a blowjob.

But I'll wait and see what happens.

Wouldn't want to get in trouble with HR.