"Okay, John, that concludes the technical part of the interview. If you'll accompany Jillian, she'll perform the rest of the interview."
Klaire, the project lead, motioned to the sweet smiling blonde woman from Personal Relations. He had met Jillian before: she had been the junior partner of the recruiter who had convinced him to work at TCD, or Big Pink as they liked to call themselves. John smiled nervously to Klaire as he got up. "Thank you," he said, leaning over the table to plant his lips on her cheek. Klaire just smiled patiently back.
John was nervous. He had done fairly well on the technical aspect, but there had been some questions which stumped him. He wondered whether he was being given a harder time for being male.
Jillian led him to a room with a soft bench, like a psychiatrist's couch. "Okay, John, please take off your shoes, and lie down on the couch," she said with the practiced cheerfulness of a PR rep.
John undid his shoes, and took off his socks for good measure, and laid himself down. Jillian sat herself down at the end of the couch.
"This part of the interview is to see if you have the sort of personality that it takes to succeed with us at TCD," Jillian said pleasantly, caressing his leg. "But I also want to make sure you're comfortable. How are you feeling, John?"
"I'm a bit tense," he said truthfully.
Jillian nodded sympathetically, looking into his eyes as she slowly started undoing buttons with a practiced hand. John thought he knew what was coming up, and felt himself start to harden below his kilt.
"Why are you tense?" she asked him, she asked as she methodically undid the lowermost buttons, standing slightly to straddle his legs.
"I guess I'm not sure how I did in the last part of the interview," said John. "Klaire asked me some hard questions, and seemed to be impatient with how quickly I answered."
Jillian opened her shirt to reveal a pair of firm breasts, with rosy pick aereolas. John brought his hands the small of Jillian's back to pull her forward enough so that he could grasp her breasts. Jillian gave a short moan of approval, and shifted as his cock rose up against her own dress. "Hmmm. Do you like to play with breasts, John?"
John smiled. "Yes, I do."
Jillian unsnapped something behind her back, and pulled off her skirt, revealing a carefully sculpted patch of pubic hair, died in different shades of orange and deep red, suggesting embers. "Would you like a comfort mounting?" she said, still cheerfully professional, but with a hint of huskiness in her voice.
John licked his lips. "Please yes, Jillian. I've wanted a chance to enter you since I met you."
Jillian smiled, and raised John's head to meet hers in a professionally passionate kiss. Anticipating the quick romp that was coming ahead, John's puppycock rose to full mast, nestling into Jillian's pubic hairdo. He wrapped his arms around her, and without thinking, clasped his hand on Jillian's buttocks. He felt Jillian's nipples harden, but she broke the kiss to look into John's eyes. |