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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
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