Janie was running seriously late. The taxicab had managed to get lost on the journey across town, the driver was more interested in quizzing her about her private life than following his sat nav. The elevator from the underground car park to the lobby was not working so she had to walk or in her case run a quarter mile extra out of the building and back in at street level.
Then the receptionist on front desk had a really important bit of telephone flirting to do before she could be bothered to deal with Janie.
“Jane Barron, interview, Room One oh three, Eleven thirty,” she blurted out.
“You’ re late,” the receptionist observed, “Take the centre elevator.” No good luck or anything the receptionist just picked up her cellphone again with a bored scowl.
Janie sprinted for the elevator, she had been pretty good at 100meter running at high school but her three inch heels were a big handicap as she tore across the lobby.
“One oh three,” she bellowed at the lift operator.
“One oh three,” he replied in a bored monotone and stood watching the main door.
“I’m late!” Janie protested.
“Shoud have gotten up earlier,” the lift guy observed, “Wastes energy just doing trips for one person, better to wait a minute to see if anyone else rocks up.”
“Dam you,” I’ll take the stairs,” she snapped, but the doors were closing.
Her heart was pounding, she needed the job, she didn’t really think she had a chance but she would take anything as long as it wasn’t McDonalds or Wal Mart, or driving a truck, or working in a care home, basically she wanted an easy 9 to 5 desk job paying mega bucks but in her mind she would take anything.
The lift started moving.
She couldn’t really understand why she had been short listed but she was going to get this job no matter what.
The lift stopped. The lift guy had opened an access panel and pulled a breaker.
“What’s your hurry?” He asked. She stared at him. He was taller than her, and older but not old, and he wasn’t overweight.
“I have an interview ten minutes ago and I need the job so get this lift moving!” she snapped.
“How bad, mouthful of jizz bad or pussy full of jizz bad?” he enquired.
“I’ll call security!” she threatened.
“No cell signal in here,” he smirked, “No CCTV neither.”
“You bastard,” she squealed.
“You look real fuckable when you’re angry,” he observed.
“You won’t get away with this.” she protested.
“I guess we both know that’s not right,” he corrected her, “Look in the mouth will mess up your makeup, in the puss no one will know.”
“You’re evil,” she countered.
“Nope, I’m Howard, Evel is my cousin,” he replied, “Time’s wasting, decision time.”
Janie weighed up her chances of kicking him in the balls and getting the lift going. She figured they were about zero. She was scared but somehow aroused. Her puss was getting moist, she was aware of goose bumps on the bare skin beneath her knee length skirt between the tops of her hold up stockings and the edge of her skimpy panties.
She glanced at her watch.
“Ok you win, lets do it, in my puss Ok?” she conceded.
“Excellent choice madam, roll your pantihose down.” he suggested.
“Hold ups,” she said, “Just ease my panties aside.”
She couldn’t believe she just said that.
“Sure doll,” he replied.
He dropped his Levis and ten maybe twelve inches of good American muscle stood up all pink and ready. Janie’s eyes were out on stalks, it was huge, much bigger than she was used to. Fear made her heart pound, everything went into slow motion.
He pressed her against the lift car wall and lifted her left leg with a hand under her upper thigh, he eased up her skirt and she caught hold of the hem and held it out of the way.
He took hold of his penis and guided it so it slid along her inner thigh and gently engaged her pussy. She raised herself up as his penis began to ease inside her. It felt so huge, waves of pain and pleasure mingled. Her moist glands went into overdrive and she forgot all about interviews.
It felt so surreal. No kisses, no tenderness, just a smooth gentle fuck. Two people enjoying a moment of pure pleasure.
The lift started moving again. He had reached up and reset the breaker.
“You got five floors to make me cum,” he whispered.
“Shut the fuck up and hump me,” she hissed, “I need your jizz real bad.”
She couldn’t believe what she just said, but she seriously needed to cum and a shot of jizz usually did the trick.
The lift pinged. The doors opened and the lift guy started to cum. Red hot jizz started to fill Janie’s sweet puss as she became aware of several people clustered around the lift door.
“Congratulations, welcome aboard,” an old balding guy she took to be CEO said welcomingly.
She stared. Jizz was still pumping from the lift guy’s tool. She looked at the ceiling in despair.
Then she looked again, the lift guy was giving the thumbs up.
“What exactly the fuck is going on?” she asked as his spent cock slid from her.
“You got the job doll,” Henry, the lift guy said welcomingly as he dropped his mouth to her neck and left a real red hicky to brand her as his own.
“Henry is our CEO,” the balding guy explained, “As well as a part time taxi driver and lift attendant.”
“Oh fuck so you pretty much want a slut who fucks anyone?” Janie surmised.
“Oh no. just a slut who can’t resist me,” he countered, “You want the job, answer the phones, suck my cock, do some filing, let me jizz in your puss.”
“I don’t know,” Janie sighed.
“Hell girl there’s a queue of applicant’s if you don’t want it,” Henry reminded her as he stuffed his member back in his pants.
“If you waned a whore why not advertise for one?” Janie asked.
“One tends to get the wrong sort of applicants,” the balding guy replied, “Henry does have particular requirements in that he hates using condoms and often needs swift release during meetings as he finds big business a big turn on.”
“Ok, less of the psycho analys,” Henry interjectd, “But he’s not far wrong.”
“Ok I guess,” Janie agreed, “Do I have to fuck anyone else?”
“Only the girls,” one of the girls standing in the backgroud, “Every Wednesday we have a team building session with lesbian sex and bondage.”