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How had she allowed Debbie to talk her into wearing that ultra short dress that she had just bought the day before. It was so short that bending over was out of the question. And her top was cut so low that surely anybody could see her breasts escaping her bra, the pointed nipples still sensitive from the night before.
And the matching yellow thong was a joke. Tiny, transparent and only a hands length from the hem of her skirt.
Debbie had begged, prodded.
"He'll love it," she promised.
Susan wasn't sure about that but both she and Colin were sure about the reaction from the other men as they walked through the building lobby and ascended the elevator.
Men didn't glance...they stared. Susan couldn't believe that she was secretly glancing back. And not at their appreciative faces, either.
Still on fire from the ravaging cock she had experienced less than twenty four hours before, she couldn't help but notice the hard cocks she was stimulating.
Her own response to their stimulation was so overwhelming, so hard to understand.
But Debbie was right about C.J. Vickers and her selection of attire!
He loved it!
And her.
The minute C.J. laid eyes on her his cock surged and his intentions soared. He had to hire her. He had to make her WANT to be hired.
He knew what to do. Divide and conquer. Wine and dine both. Send Colin in one direction. Move her in another. Make sure that each one feels that they are personally being held accountable for the other's successful interview.
First, present the facts. There has to be something of substance to talk about so present the job in it's entirety. But then, as the evening moves on, move the woman from "Do I want the job" for my husband to "Am I willing to pay the price."
The meal was wonderful.
"No use going out to one of those hoity toity loud places," C.J. suggested. "We'll have them deliver it here. It'll be much better, much more comfortable."
Who was going to say "no?"
Actually, he was right. It's amazing the service and quality one can receive when the price is right. Perfect wine, perfect meal, perfect companionship. All in the solitude of a briefing room with rich leather chairs.
Then, dessert.
"Let's get this thing rolling during dessert and get out of here. I know you newlyweds have much better things to do than spend it with an old man."
"Old man, my eye!" Susan was thinking. Mr. Vickers reminded her a bit of Keith. Older but extremely handsome and well fit. It just mentally slipped out, sort of moved across her mind. Were there any other similarities? Other than wealth!
She couldn't shake her constant sexual meanderings. Would her pussy stay perpetually wet?
She was seated by him, Colin across the table.
"I want you both to see this little film, kind of let you know what it's like "out back" so to speak. I won't jive you kids. It's not for everybody."
They eagerly agreed and he let it roll. The room was dark, the dessert finished and the wine still pouring, and the screen captivating.
To a young couple seeking their destiny, it looked wonderful.
Near the middle of the film it turned a little bit technical for a short while and sort of lost Susan. Not Colin or C.J., though. They talked to each other over the sound and it was obvious that C.J. was impressed with Colin.
It was during one of their little interludes that she first noticed it. The hand brushing her knee.
Very casual, very lightly, yet without hesitation.
The short skirt not only failed to protect, it practically invited.
C.J. hadn't missed it when he first saw her. Who except a woman riding a sexual high would wear such a sensual attire to a job interview? He loved her choice. It was wonderful on her.
She slightly moved her knees away from him. His hand slid softly across her lower thigh as she did so.
The presentation moved on.
"So, Susan, do you think you are interested in considering my position? Not everybody is, you know."
Colin glanced at her. In the darkness she saw a lump in his throat. Susan knew he had no idea that this wasn't a question...it was an innuendo.
It wasn't lost on her. A month ago it would have, but not now.
Now what to do.
" I suppose so," she allowed. Her heart raced. She was as trapped as she had been in that airplane. But this time it wasn't so much as a confinement of space. It was more a confinement caused by financial and professional pursuit!
Moving around in her chair, she finally and casually returned her body to a normal sitting position. She wasn't going to intentionally annoy the man.
He wasn't like a bull in a china shop but the elapsed time between the time she resumed her sitting position and the time his fingers were gently making little circles on her bare knee was scant.
First impression. First little battle. They meant something. Eventually, these little things would end up large. Susan wondered...C.J. knew.
The film ended with a breathtaking aerial view of the housing complex setting just off the coast. That's what they all could see.
What Colin couldn't see was the large hand slowly creeping it's way up above his bride's shaking knee. As she had ascertained in the elevator, it was an awful short trip from the hem of her skirt to her overly vibrant pussy. And right now his advance was in centimeters, crawling painfully up her thigh in such a slow action that it couldn't help but cause a sensation.
She needed some relief from her situation. Right then!
She would not get any.
C.J. picked up the phone and made a quick call. Minutes later a member of his home based engineering staff arrived, wolfed down the leftovers during a comical conversation, and then hustled Colin six floors down to the engineering department. After all, this was a follow-up interview for Colin. Time for him to meet the experts.
Susan sat there...dumbfounded, hesitant, and totally without a clue.
And, to her great chagrin, with a definite buzz between her legs. How could it be? Last nights remains? Maybe. The power of the meeting so far? Possibly. All those adoring eyes on the way in? That would get heavy bets.
Surely it wasn't a reaction to C.J. Vickers teasing fingers! Surely not!
Did he lock that big door when he let them out?
"Well, it's just us now. I didn't think you'd find those two of much interest. Hell, sometimes I don't either. Making a living by studying rocks is gotta be boring!"
He laughed it away. She smiled and nodded.
"Now, lets talk about you." He leaned over close. "Bluntly speaking, you're a hell of a lot more interesting than those two."
He sat next to her and turned their chairs so that they were facing each other.
Without adjusting herself and making a big fuss she knew he could see straight up her short skirt.
She was right!
"My god, I love yellow!!" he thought.
And he was staring straight at it. A thin line of yellow transparent thong dividing her pussy lips, barely hiding the dark thatch beneath it. As for the bush protruding around it, there wasn't even the hint of decency.
She could only imagine the presentation she was making. He knew it!
"So you want to teach," he said softly.
What a relief! For the next fifteen minutes it became all about her...about her education, her lifelong dreams, her future.
There was not one hint of sex, no improprieties, no intimidating gestures.
For that moment, it was all about the kids ten thousand miles away.
She was thrilled with what he laid out.
"In a while I'll show you what we're all about, how we operate. I've got some excellent photos and guides."
He was being smart. No use to either overly excite or offend her. No use letting her know that "how they operated" was a system that was controlled from hire to fire by him. That, unknown to any of his female hires, they were a source of constant sexual entertainment as long as they worked for him.
And certainly no use in letting her know that most of the photos he owned had nothing to do with children's education.
The education of the innocent female teachers, maybe, but not the kids.
She had settled down a little. She found him very attractive, his wealth and power overwhelming. Keith had a nice company and made a great living. This man was extremely wealthy and wielded power far beyond the borders.
Her interest was piqued. Her attention was riveted.
Her guard was down.
Perfect, Mr. Vickers. You've done it again.
"Let's step over here and look at what I have. If this works out between the two of us I'll make sure you get a sample of lesson plans and stuff like that so that you don't go empty handed."
"If this works out between the two of us." She caught it. She let it resonate. She let it go.
There was a lot. Books, charter information, requirements. And a huge amount of photos, both of the education system and of the Australian compound itself. Everyday life there.
She was very impressed that the company operated four schools worldwide. That was one hell of a commitment.
She bent over the table fingering slowly through his offerings. He stood above and slightly behind, admiring hers.
Susan Rogers' firm breasts were almost dangling in front of him, the bright yellow bra barely able to confine them, the nipples peeking boldly over the cups at times.
"She's as firm as a cowboy's handshake," the excited voyeur thought.
At times he quietly slipped back a few feet behind her, admiring the legs that were exposed almost to her ass as she bent over the table.
It was time. He knew he would have to call the boys back whenever he was through but it couldn't be all night, either.
He stepped forward. Slowly, a firm hand drifted to her shoulder. She glanced sideways at the intrusion.
Nothing. Evidently, no intent.
"So, what do you think about it. Do we have a starting point?"
What did he mean?
"Yeah, I guess so."
She continued to look at the material. He continued to look at her.
It was slow, the gently and feather like descent from her shoulder and down her arm.
She froze. He froze.
Not going to push...instead, going to glide.
"Well, have you thought about taking on anything like this before?"
She wanted to say, "Yeah, ever since junior high."
She didn't. She wasn't exactly sure what he was talking about the job or him. She didn't want to seem foolish.
"Yeah, lot's of times."
"Oh, good," he said softly. "That gives us a starting point."
Actually, C.J. had been there before. Over the years at least thirty times. There had to be a point where he "stopped tuning up and started playing." That time was now.
Slowly, hopefully without alarm, his hand slid over to gently cup her right breasts.
She tensed...he gulped.
She was so full, so firm. A quick flick of his finger informed him of the status of her nipples. Hard and full.
Susan turned slightly and his hand vacated it's target.
C.J. never wavered.
"So, tell me, Susan. Are you interested in my situation?"
Susan gulped. Not "my job". Not "the position." Instead, "my situation.
At the very moment she was well aware of "his situation." He was leaning against her and she could easily feel it through his pants.
Long and hard!
"Well, yeah. I suppose."
She supposed? Both of them knew it was a lie. She was dying for the opportunity. The question was, how willing was she to pay the entrance fee.
Deep down she knew.
Deep down he knew.
That would not have been the case two weeks before but now he was dealing with a "new" Susan, one whose lifetime of morals and standards had diminished somewhat.
His hands had dropped.
"Let's take a look at these," he pointed. There were a few folders full of information that were pertinent to the new teacher.
The information that was pertinent to the perspective new hire was that there was a warm, large hand back on her leg and, as she leaned over to study the offered material, it was climbing her bare leg in a pace so slow that it was maddening.
The tiny circles, the microscopic hesitations, were driving her mad. In a way, she wished he would just shove his hand up her dress and get it over!
At least they would both know where this was going...that he would lay the cards on the table.
But at that precise moment C.J. had it in his mind to lay something else on the table.
They spoke softly concerning the information on the table before them. Then he spoke.
"Right now, what do you think about where we are, about my position as it now stands?"
She couldn't miss the inference.
""Uh, it looks okay." What was Colin doing, she wondered. Had he already assumed the job was his.
She knew better. C.J. knew better. The REAL interview was taking place six floors above.
She leaned and looked. He leaned and felt.
His hard was pressed against her thinly covered ass. She could feel him, he could feel the heated crevice of her cheeks.
There was an occasional moment of hesitation as his hands crawled up her legs in such an excruciating fashion. AN activity of some sort.
The second time it happened she realized what it was. He was unbuttoning her dress from the bottom up!
She knew within minutes the slowly ascending fingers would not only meet with her damp pussy but also there would be no protection of cover whatsoever. Even the modest if not useless façade of decency would be gone.
His hands slowly circled, boldly moving from the outside of her legs to the tender, sensitive inside. She moved without thinking, shoving herself back into him in her futile bid to escape.
C.J. knew he was at a junction where he wasn't sure if that maneuver was one of protest or surrender.
"All things given, Susan, do you think you can be on my side, be a team player?"
His hand had slipped slightly up as he spoke. He was within a few inches of what Susan acknowledged were wet panties and she knew it.
What a mess. She had taken a coarse in job interviewing in college but it certainly had not covered this.
She knew without a doubt that the time had come to either walk out the door or surrender. The thought of what might be in front of her for a few minutes caused concern and made her shake. The thought of Colin anxiously waiting for an employment offer overrode her anxiety.
And her morals.
"Yeah, I'd love to be part of it," she whispered. Almost whimpered.
C.J. knew he had won. Still, he wasn't going to be a thug about it. There was one hell of a lot of teasing, of exciting foreplay before the main dish.
In this case, they would have dessert first!
All pretenses were gone. The information on the table forgotten.
All attention now was on the ever escalating hands, the fingers slowly teasing, circling, rising up her soft inner thighs.
And all the time, every button being separated to remove any obstacle on the way up.
He was rock hard. She was in resignation, her head down and tears in her eyes.
If she had known of this two months before she would still be single. She had married into a sexual quagmire that only seemed to deepen in time.
She had no idea how clairvoyant she was...that "time" would not change some things.
Finally, the touch.
Fingers slowly, softly, brushing a wet pussy through a scant thong that left nothing to her aggressor but pleasure.
She couldn't help it that her ass moved, did a small little circle at his first touch. She was still so sensitive, so expectant from the previous day's rampant sexual activities.
C.J. laughed lightly. He didn't even attempt to hide his glee from her.
"Are we ready to go to work, Susan Rogers? Do we have an understanding?"
There it was. Nothing vague or cloaked about it. Who would have thought that, in here first interview, she would be in a "put up or shut up" situation.
Perhaps, just perhaps, things would have been different if this had happened before they were married...before she had been sent reeling into such debauchery.
But it hadn't. Here she was. Here Colin was. Here C.J. Vickers was.
And C.J. Vickers "was" with his fingers playing slowly on her pussy, stroking it gently to soften her up before slowly sliding beneath the scant material.
Susan jumped at the touch. No matter how much she had anticipated the move, the bare fingers on hr sensitive bundle of nerves was too much.
God help her, she couldn't help herself.
She moaned.
There was a response. The experienced, intruding hand found spot after spot to caress, to sexually entertain, to elevate her awareness.
The other unbuttoned the rest of her dress, allowing her encased swollen globes to fall easily into his cupped hands. For the time being, he wanted to experience her just like that...her slowly responding body writhing gently to his touch, her perfect breasts heaving into his hand.
Even then he knew she was perfect. And would be perfect for the job.
Susan's eyes closed, her mind wandered. How? When did it all actually start? What was REALLY going on in her life? There was absolutely, positively nothing normal about her life.
However, there was absolutely, positively something very hard pressing against the crack of her ass.
C.J. was getting antsy. How long could he stay hard? He didn't want to explode on contact!!
But the, again, how often does one get such a perfect situation?
His fingers teased, releasing the tiny clasp that released the front of the wispy bra. Suddenly, wonderfully, nubile young breasts filled his welcoming hands. She was not huge, he mused, but she was absolutely perfect!! Long hard nipples danced at his fingertips, causing her to moan and to push back against him.
His hands foraged between her legs, teasing sensitive nerves and begging areas before retreating to the soft upper thighs wet from her juices before returning again. The havoc on her body was so visible, so rewarding.
The havoc on her brain was devastating!
"Please, please, just fuck me and get it over with," she silently begged.
Thoughts of Colin, her marriage, Keith...it all flashed through and out in seconds before she was focused again on the fingertips extracting such pleasure.
"Susan Rogers, do you want a job?"
Out of the blue, it was as blunt as she had ever expected. What a thing to say at the time!
She hesitated. What was she suppose to say. Actually, she knew.
"Ye-e-e-s-s-s-s," slowly slipped from her anguished mouth.
"I thought so, sweetie."
She cringed.
He turned her around and slipped her dress off and casually tossed it over a chair.
She stood there in his awed presence, she as humiliated as he was stunned.
"My God, what have I come to. How could I be so aroused?"
"My God, she is beautiful! How did I get so lucky in life!!"
It was time. He knew it. She knew it.
Hard cock, hardened nipples, swollen breasts, pussy sensitive to even the slightest touch, come already dripping between he thighs...it was definitely time.
"Here," he said gently. It was time for the seduction to be over. Now it was time for a union of willing partners.
He slid her up on the table, dropped his trousers, and poised above her.
"Put it in," he instructed.
It was a quiet instruction, barely whispered. But it was not an accident or a careless last thought.
C.J. Vickers was a wealthy man with a huge investment to protect. Later, if anything went wrong, he wanted to make sure that an attorney could privately watch in seclusion as to what happened at that very moment.
In living color, caught on six cameras at different angles, was the story of Susan Rogers willingly giving herself to her perspective employer, actually placing her two hands on his massive swollen cock and putting it in.
Oh, yes. It was all on record from the first handshake to the orgasms.
C.J. loved his video collection and she was making the first of what would be many.
