Message-ID: <12518eli$9806261343@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12518.txt> From: john_dark@anon.nymserver.com Subject: {Suki}JDR"The Interview"(MF FF ds)[1/1] Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <6mv43f$ej3$1@sparky.wolfe.net> JOHN DARK REPOST The following story is posted for the entertainment of adults. If you are below the age of eighteen or are otherwise forbidden to read electronic erotic fiction in your locality, please delete this message now. The story codes in the subject line are intended to inform readers of possible areas that some might find distasteful, but neither the poster nor the author make any guarantee. 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If you keep the story, *PLEASE* keep the copyright disclaimer as well. ===================== Copyright May, 1993 All Rights Reserved. Reprinted by permission. 3) This work is copyright by the author. Any use of this work is permitted as long as the author's byline and e-mail address and this paragraph remain on the story. The author would prefer that any comments, critiques, or criticisms be sent to her at suki@fish.com. ===================== The Interview by Suki <suki@fish.com> Chapter 1: 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 Michael!" 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 describe 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. The Interview by Suki Chapter 2: "Very good indeed," the woman repeated, "now let's test how good you are at switching roles. Are you up to one more test?" Jennifer knew that even the question was part of the interviewees test, and replied that she would be happy to 'take another call'". "Jennifer, this is the operator, we have a gentleman on the line who has asked that you not have his name. Will you take the call?" A challenge, Jennifer thought. "Yes," she answered. Again, a moments pause, as if the line was truly being switched. Jennifer lowered her voice a little, trying to make her greeting sound like a purr. "My name is Jennifer," she said to the silent receiver, racking her brain on what to say. "I'm here just from you. Anything you wish. What would you like honey?" Silence. "Well, let me describe what I'm doing right now. I'm laying on my couch, completely naked, running my fingers over my body. My skin feels soft an smooth to my hands, and I like caressing myself." "My breasts are sooo sensitive, and just touching them sends shocks of pleasure down my body. I'm licking my finger now, and rubbing it over my nipples. The wetness is making them peak, and they feel so incredibly good." "Would you like me to bring myself to orgasm? For you? Just for you? I'd _love_ to masturbate for you." she purred. As she expected, she received no answer. Still silence. She continued on. "Now I have one hand on my breast and I'm rubbing my clit with the other. It feels so good but I want both my hands in my lower regions. I like to enter myself. First with one finger, then two....oh.... yes, it feel so good. My other hand is on my clit... The rubbing feel so good..." She moaned getting louder between words. "Oh, it feel so good.... When I close my eyes I can almost feel you inside of me.... Pumping in and out... Like my fingers. You feel so good." Her breath was coming in gasps, as she rubbed herself toward orgasm. "...Oh.... I can feel you inside of me... so deep... oh...." she screamed as she went over the edge or orgasm. Silence. Then "you're hired" the woman on the end of the line broke in, "when can you start? The Interview by Suki Chapter 3: Jennifer's First Call The phone rang in the quiet apartment and Jennifer sat up in bed and put her book on the night stand. "Hello?" she answered. "Jennifer?" a voice asked. "Yes, this is she." "Jennifer, this is the operator. I have a woman on the phone. Her name is Julie. She wants to speak to a lesbian or bisexual woman. Will you take the call? "Yes," Jennifer answered, "Put it through." "Hello?" a timid female voice on the other end of the line. "Hello Julie?" Jennifer said gently, "My name is Jennifer. I'd like to get to know you better. Can you tell me what you want?" There was brief silence on the line. Jennifer sensed the hesitance came from embarrassment. This was confirmed by the tone of her voice when Julie finally started speaking. "I've never done this before," she almost whispered, "but I've always been interested in women and this seemed safe...." her voice trailed off. Jennifer laughed softly. "I understand Julie... There was a time when I was like that too. But now I've been with a number of women, and it is wonderful." "Oh, tell me," Julie nearly begged. "When I am with a woman Julie, I like to start slowly. Feel their body against mine... feeling her skin, and it's softness. Kissing a woman is wonderful, soft... different from kissing a man... indescribable. Then I move down and try to cover all the sensitive places on her body. Breathing softly in her ear, kissing and biting gently on her neck, down her collarline, and then to her breasts." Jennifer could hear the breathing on the other line. Julie was breathing fast... encouraged, Jennifer continued. "A woman's breasts are so beautiful. I like to use my hands and mouth and kiss and suck on her nipples, biting softly and then harder, listening to her moan in pleasure. " A moan came over the phone, from the other end of the line. "Pretend it's you, Julie. My hands are on your breasts, and my mouth on your nipples. Now I'm moving downwards, kissing my way down your stomach, and just short of your clit. My tongue reaches out, just touching your clit lightly. I can feel you jump." Julie moaned on the line, and Jennifer could hear the faint sounds of her masturbating. "My tongue is moving around your clit. And then down further, pushing inside of you just a little, and then backing out again. And back to your clit, moving faster and faster... And I can taste your come. You taste so good. Oh Julie, you are so beautiful." The sounds on the receiver told her that Julie was having an orgasm, and she corresponded her comments with the sounds of her orgasm. She waited, while Julie's panting breaths became more normal. "Thank you Julie," Jennifer smiled in her voice "you truly are beautiful." The Interview by Suki Chapter 4 Jennifer's Calls "Put it through," Jennifer answered the operator. *click* "I am Mistress Jennifer," she began, assuming a firm, strong voice. "I believe you asked for permission to speak to me?" "Yes, Mistress Jennifer." He sounded young, possibly in late 20's, early 30's. Older than her but young by her standards, however there was no need for him to know that. "Well?" she demanded, "What is it that you want?" "Please Mistress," he pleaded, "I wish only to serve you. To fulfill your desires. To worship you as my Mistress, if you will allow this worthless slave." "And get something out of it for yourself in return," she stated shrewdly. 'Humiliation'-- she made a mental note to herself. "Are you already hard?" she asked, still keeping her tone sharp and demanding. "Yes, My Lady," he whispered, as if fearing yet craving her wrath. "And were you given permission?" she asked, knowing full well it was a rhetorical question. "No" his voice barely audible. "No, Mistress!" she sharply corrected him. "No, Mistress." "Where are your hands?" she requested. "One is holding the receiver, and the other is on my thigh, Mistress" "Good." Begin careful not to give him too much praise. She continued, "I want you to put one hand on your penis. Begin stroking it slowly. But you are NOT to cum. If you feel that you need to cum tell me, and I will decide when you will be given permission. Understand?" "Yes....Mistress," he answered, a slight hesitation in his voice. "Yes Slave?" she prompted, picking up on the hesitation immediately. "What is it?" "I have ice next to me, My Lady," he volunteered. "How handy," she purred. "Ok Slave, cradle the receiver between your shoulder and neck, so that both of your hands are free. With the one hand, continue stroking yourself. And with the other, I want you to press and ice cube to your balls. And hold it there until I say." She heard his breathing becoming more ragged, and decided to persist with the ice he had offered. "Now," she continued, "move the ice cube up to rub your nipples, first one, and then the other. SLOWLY. Then bring it back down to your balls, running all over them." His gasping was audible now, and she could tell he was getting close to orgasm. "Mistress," he gasped out "Mistress please, might I be allowed to cum? I'm so close...." "Not quite yet," she answered. "I want you to switch hands. Use the one that has been holding the ice to stroke yourself, and with the other pinch your nipples. HARD!" He moaned into the phone, fighting for control. "You may cum, slave." And with permission given, she heard an immediate groan over the phone line. "Thank you, Mistress Jennifer," he gasped, still catching his breath. She put down the receiver. The Interview by Suki -30- -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | <http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/>----<http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/faq.html>