Message-ID: <2735eli$9708081553@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/Year97/2735.txt> From: Suki <suki@fish.com> Subject: Story: The Interview (Ch.1) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-Id: <33E9ED02.5006@fish.com> Copyright May, 1993 All Rights Reserved The Interview (Chapter 1) by Suki Knowing that her mouth would be dry for this particular phone call, Jennifer carefully placed a glass of water next to the phone. A light sweat broke out over her body, betraying her nervousness. She had never done this before. Looking at her watch, she saw that it was 8:50pm. Ten minutes. Her interview was to be by phone, and the person who had the position of hiring should be calling at 9:00 sharp. She sat on the edge of her couch and waited, allowing her mind to wander, mentally rehearsing what she wanted to say to impress the interviewer. 9:00pm. The phone rang. She jumped in surprise, and then hastily picked up the receiver. An operator: "One moment please, I'll patch you through." "Hello?" a new voice on the phone --a woman, her voice crisp, introducing herself and explaining the company, position and salary. Then she asked Jennifer about experience and qualification. After taking a deep breath, Jennifer began. "Well, I've never done this before, but I have a good phone voice, and an intuitive sense of how to adjust to a persons needs and satisfy them. Besides straight sex I can also play Mistress or Slave, as the client requests. I do, however prefer to work alone." "If you don't mind, I'd like to test you by doing a couple of short role plays as part of this interview. "Of course not," Jennifer replied. She'd had the foresight to realize that this might be requested. "Go ahead." "OK" the woman continued, the operator will come on the phone first, with as much information as she has. I will play the operator. She would say 'Jennifer, I have Michael on the line, he's requesting a submissive who is also into pain, will you take the call?" "Put him through" Jennifer answered. There was a moment's pause as if the operator was really connecting the call. "Sir?" Jennifer asked hesitantly, lowering her voice to a whisper while raising the tone a few degrees higher. "Jennifer," the woman answered--playing the role of Michael, "I am Master Michael, and you would address me as such!" "Yes, Master Michael," Jennifer answered quickly. "What are you wearing?" he demanded. "Just panties, Master Michael," carefully mentally choosing the word 'panties'. There was a growl of displeasure on the other end of the line. "What are you really wearing? Don't lie to me Slut!" "Sweats, Master Michael! I'm sorry Master Michaels!" her town apologetic as she lost herself in the role. "Listen very carefully Jennifer. You will put the phone down and remove all of your clothing. Do you own a collar?" he questioned. "Yes, Master Michael" she whispered. "You will put it on. When you are done you will pick up the receiver again. You will have 90 seconds. Start now!" Hastily she dropped the receiver on to the couch and then threw off her sweats and underwear, giving silent thanks to the fact she had taken off her ankle high tennis shoes and socks before the call. Then she ran into the bedroom and frantically searched for a collar. Grabbing the first one she saw, she raced back to the couch, fastening the collar as she ran. Grabbing the receiver she threw herself back down on the couch. "Finished, Master Michael," she gasped, slightly out of breath. "Very good, Jennifer. Just under time. For that you should be rewarded. Are you sitting?" "Yes, Master Michael." "Well, I'd prefer to have you on your knees, but since I wish you to have both hands free, you will need to stay seated to hold the receiver with your shoulder. Lean back so the receiver rests between your shoulder and your neck." Jennifer obeyed. "Yes, Master Michael." "OK, Jennifer, you will start by pinching your nipples with your fingers while you subscribe them, an what you are doing to yourself in detail. Start now" he ordered. "My nipples were already hard, Master Michael, because I was excited. I have nice sized breasts, and I like cup them underneath with my fingers." "Pinch harder!" She groaned, squeezing her nipples tightly, "It feels so good Master Michael, yet it hurts.... " she moaned again, her voice getting louder. "....hurts, Master Michael....I can feel it pull all the way down to my clit.... like an electric current... Oh Master Michael... Thank you, Master Michael..." "Stop!" he ordered sharply "Now move your fingers to your clit. Start rubbing. Describe it." She sighed in pleasure. "My clit feels so good Master Michael... it feels so good... I'm rubbing it back and forth, and it feel like a hard little button.... Oh Master Michael.... Oh Master Michael... It feels so good..." She gasped, moaning between phrases. "I'm moving faster.... Oh, Master Michael... I'm so close...." She cried out as she orgasm. Then lay panting, slowly coming out of the fog of orgasmic bliss. "Very good" the woman's voice came through the fog, shocking her out of the trance-like state. Jennifer realized she had gotten so far into the role she'd forgotten with whom she was speaking. -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | \ <URL:http://www.netusa.net/~eli/erotica/assm/> .../assm/faq.html> /