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Subject: {ASSM} "Interview"  by  deirdre  (FF+, D/s, daydreams)  --  rp  by  H. Jekyll and Please Cain
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Interview

By deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" at a.s.s.m.,
April 15th-30th. Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****

Date: Mon, 24 Oct 1994 03:01:22 UTC

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesireable in
real life.  Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Be warned that my stories are kind of talky, often have
very little sex, and are judged by some readers to stop before the
goodparts. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment
is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

Interview

by deirdre, 10/15/94

Three other women. They'd been there when I arrived and no others had
come in. No one had gone in for their interview yet. I looked at them
surreptitiously: one was blond and well dressed and looked like a
college grad--a sorority girl; one had long brown hair and I couldn't
tell her background too well but she was very attractive looking. She
seemed rather casually dressed for a job interview. The other one
looked like she was hispanic and was *very* well dressed. Just one of
us would get the job--if there weren't other women being interviewed at
other times.

The receptionist had taken my name and told me to wait. She hadn't said
anything about how long it would take but obviously it would be a while
since I was last. I was too nervous--the wait was going to drive me
crazy. I mentally went over how I should act. *Don't let your mind
start drifting away*. What a silly thing to worry about for an
interview when I was so wound up--what was my Mom thinking?

I sat there. The blond was reading a magazine but I couldn't. I looked
at the receptionist. She had a job and I didn't. I wondered if *she*
had gone to college--a lot of secretaries seem to be grads these days.
She was well-dressed: probably better dressed than I had been all
through college.  I guess you have to be to work in a corporate office
like this. She had brown hair and a pretty face--almost heart shaped.
She'd smiled once when I came in.

She was talking to me! I should pay more attention. She told me to
follow her. I looked at the other women--none seemed worried that I was
going first. She led me to a door but it wasn't the door to the
interviewer--I knew which one that was. I'd figured this door was a
closet or something.  Inside was a narrow room--it had some file
cabinets and a table in it and was dusty. She told me to shut the door.
I turned around, still confused. I noticed her blouse was unbuttoned
part way--I could actually see her bra.  She told me to come and then
she came to me. We were about the same height. Suddenly she grabbed my
head and pulled me into a kiss. She kissed me hard--I didn't know what
hit me. She held my head in her hands, not stopping. I felt her tongue.

She broke it suddenly and held me by the shoulders at arms length. "Get
down," she said and pressed down on my shoulders. She wasn't smiling
like she had when I first introduced myself. She just looked very
serious, her face still framed by that brown hair. "Come on!" she
added. I got down on my knees.

She lifted her skirt. She had on nothing underneath. She pushed my head
down to her crotch. "Lick," she said. Her aroma overcame me. I pushed
my tongue into her vagina and licked. She still held my head--pressed
it against her. "Thatta girl!" she said. I wondered about the whole
thing but just kept licking. She had the nicest body--I felt lucky that
it was her that I had to lick.

She pushed me away finally and I ended up kneeling, sitting on my
heels.  Her skirt dropped to its normal position and she walked to the
door. Her blouse was still partly unbuttoned. She opened it and went
out. She was back in in a second with all three of the other women. The
blonde approached me and lifted her skirt. She was wearing nothing
underneath too. The receptionist pressed my head against the blonde's
crotch. "Get busy," she said. I started licking. She tasted different.
Hands were undressing me as I licked. Soon I was wearing nothing above
the waist and my skirt and pantyhose were pushed down to the floor. The
blonde giggled a little while I licked. Hands were still pushing my
head into the blonde.  Other hands were holding my wrists, holding my
arms straight out.

The blonde pulled away. "Nice work, slut," she said, grinning at me.
The hispanic woman approached and pulled up her skirt. She'd taken off
the jacket of her suit and just wore a skirt and blouse. She also was
wearing nothing under her skirt. She pushed my face into her crotch.
She started talking slowly in spanish: "mi" something-or-other. I
licked and licked.  She kept talking and talking and pressed my head
harder and harder. I just licked and licked. Finally she pushed me
away.

The third woman came into view. She was completely naked. Her long
brown hair was pushed behind her shoulders. Her body was so smooth. She
looked at me and smiled. She seemed kind. She approached and then she
pressed me backwards. I lost my balance and had to roll back on the
floor, ending up laying on my side. She pushed me onto my back. She
stood above me. I felt hands pulling my clothes the rest of the way
off. She straddled my head and started descending. I looked up at her
crotch. It came closer and closer and soon she was kneeling, her crotch
right over my face. I started licking though she hadn't said a word.
Someone straddled my body, behind her, pinning my arms to my sides. The
brunette started moving and made a "mmm" sound. Her body moved in small
slow circles. "You better lick her good," came a voice right near my
ear. It was the receptionist.  Her voice sounded angry. I just licked
and licked the best I could. It sounded like the brown-haired woman was
getting excited--her breathing was picking up and she was moving even
more. She was vocalizing on each breath. "Come on, slut, do your work!"
came the receptionist's voice again. I kept licking and licking. I felt
brunette come--her legs shivered and a spasm went through her whole
body.

She stood up--I was surprised at how quickly she could stand. She
seemed like she hadn't finished coming down from her climax. She stood
next to me and pushed my body over until I was lying on my stomach. I
felt something being tied around my wrist--I think it was the sleeve to
my blouse. My hands were tied together behind me.

"She's right here." It was the receptionist's voice again. I saw yet
another woman's feet. I bent my head back and looked up. It was an
older woman in a suit--maybe 35 or 40. "She thinks she wants the job,"
continued the receptionist with a little giggle in her voice. Arms
grabbed my arms and shoulders and got me to get back up on my knees. I
looked up at the woman. I saw a small smile play on her face, then she
looked at me with no expression at all. The receptionist drew up her
skirt. She was wearing nothing underneath. She was leaning against the
side of a table.  Hands pushed my head to her crotch.

"You'd better lick *her* good if you know what's good for you," came a
voice in my ear. I think it was the blonde. I licked and licked as best
I could. They dropped the skirt on my head--behind it. Hands still
pushed my head. The woman had her legs apart and I was right underneath
her.

"Is that all she can do?" the woman asked. I tried to lick better. I
did the best I could. She could give me the job.

"Lick her, slut!" came the receptionist's voice. "If you know what's
good for you, you'll do a good job!" I didn't know what to do--I tried
licking faster and faster. Through the skirt, someone was still pushing
my head against her crotch. My neck was bent back uncomfortably. I knew
she wanted me to do better, but I didn't know how. I licked and licked.
I heard someone talking further away--the receptionist on the
telephone: "yes, she *really* must want the job... yes, as soon as you
possibly can... sure, if he'll behave himself... no, not yet... sure,
you can bring it..." I licked as hands pressed me still harder.

"Are you OK? You can go in now." The receptionist was standing in front
of me. I was sitting in the waiting room, fully clothed. She looked a
little concerned. The other women were gone. I looked at the
receptionist's legs. She was wearing pantyhose.

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