me
closer and squeezes my butt cheeks.
“God, I want to take you right here,
right now.”
“I’m all yours, Madam,” Mark replies
as he nuzzles my neck and chuckles against my sensitive spot.
I take a deep breath to calm my
nerves and withdraw slowly from his heat. He’s panting as much as I am. He
leans his forehead against mine as he catches his breath.
“I promise it’ll be worth the wait,
Mark. Let’s get back to work, now.”
He obediently slides down the table,
sets his clothes straight and walks out of my office. I run my hands down my
own outfit and go to my in-suite bathroom to check myself in the mirror. I
reapply some make-up and fix my hair. In the office, I put my hair in a
professional-looking bun to tame my wild curls. Some of them had gone astray
during my little tryst with Mark. My cheeks are flushed but it makes me look
healthy and I like the effect.
I go back to my desk a few seconds
before my intercom buzzs.
“Ms. O’Rourke is here to see you,
Ms. Sullivan.”
“Send her in.”
I had read Ms. Cindy O’Rourke’s
résumé before lunch. She is a little genius who has just graduated from
Columbia. I expect a nerdy, shy young girl to enter my room. I’m taken aback by
this siren that’s walking towards me now. Cindy O’Rourke is a tall, gorgeous
blonde. She’s got a slender body with curves in all the right places that sway
as she enters my office. She’s wrapped in a tight black mini- dress that’s more
appropriate for a cocktail party than a job interview.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Sullivan,” she
stretches her hand to greet me. She’s got a strong grip and I’m surprised at
the jolt of energy that travels from my hand to my stomach when our hands
touch. “It’s such an honor to meet you. I’m sorry for this outfit but I’ve got
a part-time job as a waitress nearby. I’m covering for a colleague today so
I’ll go there straight from here.”
“Well, you’ve got team spirit. I
like that. Please, sit down.”
I notice the hem of the absurdly
short dress moves up her thighs as she occupies the chair opposite my desk. I’m
a little uncomfortable when I glimpse her lacy black panties as she crosses her
long legs. I force my eyes to look at hers and she’s smiling at me but I can’t
quite read her expression because her smile seems smug. That can’t be right. I
shake my head and start the interview.
“Ms. O’Rourke, I know jobs are hard
to find these days but this job is a low level entry position; especially for
somebody with a résumé as good as yours. Why did you apply?”
“Ms. Sullivan, I’ve read everything
that’s ever been published about you: how you’ve started your company, how
you’ve turned it into a billionaire business and how you’ve changed the way
stock brokers work today. In fact, your company was the subject of a paper I
wrote in college. The chance to work for you, in any capacity, is the only
reason I’ve applied.”
I don’t respect people who suck up
to me with empty flattery. Ms. O’Rourke looks and sounds absolutely sincere.
“Thank you, Ms. O’Rourke. I’m sure a
bright young girl like you will grow fast within the company. Now, will your
other job conflict with this?”
“I don’t see how. This is a
part-time morning job and I work nights in the bar. Today is an exception.”
We talk for another half an hour or
more. The young Ms. O’Rourke is truly very intelligent and charming although I
keep picking up strange signs from her. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s
flirting with me which wouldn’t be appropriate even if she were a man and she’s
way too smart to make that kind of mistake in a job interview. I check my watch
and realize it’s time to finish this or I’ll be late for my much more rewarding
appointment with Mark.
“Ms. O’Rourke, the job is yours.
I’ll tell Mr. Franklin at the Personnel Department to contact you with the
specifics and to send you an email with the paperwork. Now, is there
closer and squeezes my butt cheeks.
“God, I want to take you right here,
right now.”
“I’m all yours, Madam,” Mark replies
as he nuzzles my neck and chuckles against my sensitive spot.
I take a deep breath to calm my
nerves and withdraw slowly from his heat. He’s panting as much as I am. He
leans his forehead against mine as he catches his breath.
“I promise it’ll be worth the wait,
Mark. Let’s get back to work, now.”
He obediently slides down the table,
sets his clothes straight and walks out of my office. I run my hands down my
own outfit and go to my in-suite bathroom to check myself in the mirror. I
reapply some make-up and fix my hair. In the office, I put my hair in a
professional-looking bun to tame my wild curls. Some of them had gone astray
during my little tryst with Mark. My cheeks are flushed but it makes me look
healthy and I like the effect.
I go back to my desk a few seconds
before my intercom buzzs.
“Ms. O’Rourke is here to see you,
Ms. Sullivan.”
“Send her in.”
I had read Ms. Cindy O’Rourke’s
résumé before lunch. She is a little genius who has just graduated from
Columbia. I expect a nerdy, shy young girl to enter my room. I’m taken aback by
this siren that’s walking towards me now. Cindy O’Rourke is a tall, gorgeous
blonde. She’s got a slender body with curves in all the right places that sway
as she enters my office. She’s wrapped in a tight black mini- dress that’s more
appropriate for a cocktail party than a job interview.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Sullivan,” she
stretches her hand to greet me. She’s got a strong grip and I’m surprised at
the jolt of energy that travels from my hand to my stomach when our hands
touch. “It’s such an honor to meet you. I’m sorry for this outfit but I’ve got
a part-time job as a waitress nearby. I’m covering for a colleague today so
I’ll go there straight from here.”
“Well, you’ve got team spirit. I
like that. Please, sit down.”
I notice the hem of the absurdly
short dress moves up her thighs as she occupies the chair opposite my desk. I’m
a little uncomfortable when I glimpse her lacy black panties as she crosses her
long legs. I force my eyes to look at hers and she’s smiling at me but I can’t
quite read her expression because her smile seems smug. That can’t be right. I
shake my head and start the interview.
“Ms. O’Rourke, I know jobs are hard
to find these days but this job is a low level entry position; especially for
somebody with a résumé as good as yours. Why did you apply?”
“Ms. Sullivan, I’ve read everything
that’s ever been published about you: how you’ve started your company, how
you’ve turned it into a billionaire business and how you’ve changed the way
stock brokers work today. In fact, your company was the subject of a paper I
wrote in college. The chance to work for you, in any capacity, is the only
reason I’ve applied.”
I don’t respect people who suck up
to me with empty flattery. Ms. O’Rourke looks and sounds absolutely sincere.
“Thank you, Ms. O’Rourke. I’m sure a
bright young girl like you will grow fast within the company. Now, will your
other job conflict with this?”
“I don’t see how. This is a
part-time morning job and I work nights in the bar. Today is an exception.”
We talk for another half an hour or
more. The young Ms. O’Rourke is truly very intelligent and charming although I
keep picking up strange signs from her. If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s
flirting with me which wouldn’t be appropriate even if she were a man and she’s
way too smart to make that kind of mistake in a job interview. I check my watch
and realize it’s time to finish this or I’ll be late for my much more rewarding
appointment with Mark.
“Ms. O’Rourke, the job is yours.
I’ll tell Mr. Franklin at the Personnel Department to contact you with the
specifics and to send you an email with the paperwork. Now, is there
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