Sister's New Interview Ch. 02

Pugh tells Tim that he will help out as the older 'bad' schoolboy, who supplies and joins us. Now that he and I have spent such an intense afternoon together, I think he looks more like 25 than 18, but maybe I am just being catty. He goes to change back into his uniform.

After everything that has happened today, it definitely feels like a recipe for another interview going wrong, but I am starting to think that is the point. In the back of my mind, I recall Daddy's timid suggestion that maybe Pugh is happier with interviews that go 'wrong' than he is with ones that don't. I should feel used, but I get that squishy feeling in my tummy again. If I'm honest, I like going 'wrong,' and very much it is happening again. I am even more excited that this time my best friend will be with me if things start to happen.

To my inseparable shame and pleasure, I want Anna to know everything I have done, and to have done some of them too. Doing it with her is pure bonus. The look of uncertain anticipation makes her eyes sparkle as her eyes as we stand together for a moment. She takes my hand exactly like she always did in endless school lines, facing whatever comes next together. With me in my school uniform, well, thank God she never actually was a girl guide, because it would have been like time travel!

Impulsively I give her a big hug and we go sit on the park bench with our arms interlinked, grinning like fools. When Tim comes back in, Anna stiffens and lets out a little hiss. He hasn't bothered to button his shirt, and his tie is serving as a headband again. His chest and stomach muscles look nice and I feel good that I have already touched and stroked them.

Anna presses against me almost like a little kid. Her breast presses against my arm and I am surprised at how soft it is and how big and hard her nipple feels. I can tell Anna is excited by what we are doing, and she thinks Tim is hot. I can't help but pick up on her vibe. My nipples are pressing against the cup of my bra. They feel so sensitive that I can feel the separate threads of the cup's mesh pressing on them.

Pugh is really trying hard to help Anna relax. "This is the sort of thing we might set up. You ask questions and Anne-Marie, you will answer. As this is just a test, why don't you, Anna, ask honest questions? And you, Anne-Marie, should answer honestly. If it were a full interview, we would probably have to develop some rules. It's a delicate subject after all. Tonight, though, no censorship."

Anna looks at me and says, "You know, I have never even seen a joint. What's it even look like?"

"That is easy! Like a roll-up cigarette. Like this." As I speak, Tim hands one to me and I pass it on to Anna. Pugh is just sitting on a stool watching. I guess he is not even filming. Tim hands him a marijuana cigarette as well. Pugh lights it and takes a long draw. Anna sits up straighter, drawing slightly away from me. Her eyes going wide as she watches Pugh inhale again and pass the glowing cigarette to Tim.

Pugh waves his arms to urge her to keep the interview going.

"Ummh, what's it like?"

Anna's gaze keeps following the thing, so I give in. "Want to try?"

Anna giggles nervously. Her blue eyes sparkle behind her black-framed glasses. "I do. I think I really do."

I want to as well. I am still mellow from before Anna got here, but it would be nice. Before that, I need to watch out for my friend's interest. "Is that a step up?" I ask Pugh a bit timidly.

Pugh looks surprised at me. "Why, that's right, Anne-Marie. I'm glad you reminded us. Normally, Anna, you would get £20 or £50, depending on what we ask you to do..."

"Or even £100 sometimes!" I pipe up. I really mean to be helpful, but he gives me a properly dirty look, before breaking back into another smile.

"Hey, who's telling this?" I shut up and he continues, "As this is only an audition, I will only be giving you £10, £20, or, alright (with a nod towards me), £50, if appropriate tonight." He then hands us each a tenner and asks Tim to light our jay.

Anna looks really pleased, so I am too. A moment ago, I thought he might really get angry. I feel like a really sophisticated woman smoking marijuana in front of my best friend, and I puff at it until it is well lit before I pass it to her. She takes a timid little puff and, then, with my urging, another, before dissolving into a coughing fit. Tim is suddenly behind the bench using one hand lightly to support her cheek and the other to hold a bottle of water to her mouth. Her eyes go really wide at his first touch, and then close to little slits as she holds a hand over her mouth and presses her face against his hand as she stifles her cough.

When Anna has stopped coughing, she lifts her chin and some water spills from the bottle Tim is holding. It spills down her front and her sash. We all laugh as she fusses. Pugh joins Tim behind the bench and lights a second marijuana cigarette off the first and we continue to pass it round. They keep having to remind us not to 'Bogart' it, which means you have to pass it on.

I feel absolutely lovely and Anna looks like I feel. Her face is pink and shiny under the lights, but it is a pretty pink like in a painting. I hope I look as good. We are both leaning back against each other and the bench, but are too stoned to twist round and face the men. Each time one passes us a jay, a hand just appears in front of us.

Pugh says we should continue. "Anne-Marie, tell Anna how it makes you feel."

My whole body is mellow and tired, but in a good way. I laugh and go, "step up! That's a step up!"

I am only joking, but Pugh sounds serious when he replies, " Don't worry about that. To save trouble, I will just give you the remainder of the budget. That's £2000 in total. You and Anna can split it however you want. Now, how does getting stoned make you feel?"

If I were less stoned, I might worry that his voice sounds a little sharp, but I can't be bothered. "Your wish is my command, oh master." Anna and me are in fits of giggles as I tell her, "My whole body is connected. If you touch me here..." I point at my chin, "I feel it here." My hand vaguely slaps my knee, "and everywhere else, for that matter!"

Anna gives me a goofy smile, "me too ... Only more so!" We sit there companionably. I only just notice that someone has put on Madonna and we drift along.

I feel someone's hands on my neck, rubbing gently just below my ears. A voice, Tim's, asks, "Where do you feel that?" My skin's sensitivity to Tim's hands is so strong, I shiver all over.

I can only answer, "mmmmm," but Anna says, "all over." Can she feel when someone touches me? I look at her. Tim is rubbing her neck and shoulders. The hands on me must be Pugh's. I had never imagined him as a sex object before today, but I am so turned on that anyone would please me. I roll my my head and neck against his fingers.

It must be just as good for Anna, because, when I look up I see that she and I have somehow sagged sideways, so that we both lean half on the back rest and half on the arm rest facing each other, our knees bumping. Someone has put a big pillow behind me, so it is nice and comfortable.

I hope someone did the same for Anna, whose eyes are closed as if she were asleep. Tim is standing behind her stroking her neck. Her glasses are askew, and her freckles look so cute.

As I watch lazily, Tim transfers his hands to her chest under the yellow sash. "How about here?" I can see by the way the sash rides up and down that he is squeezing both breasts. "How does this feel?" As Tim asks, I feel Pugh's hands go to my breasts, squeezing, stroking and pinching. Anna and I are both breathing loudly like we are out-of-breath, and our eyes are turned to each other as we watch the men fondle our breasts.

All this watching and feeling sends spasms right through me, and I find myself thrusting my knees and groin forward. Anna is doing the same thing, causing one of her legs to ride up and over my pushing knee until her lower leg dangles between my legs. I squeeze them together, capturing it high up between my thighs. My knee is pushing against her inner thigh, when she shifts slightly to get more comfortable, turning the direction of my thrust until my knee is pressing at the juncture of her legs and the guide uniform is pushed up, exposing her legs almost as far as my knee is touching.

Her shift has caused her leg to ride up closer to my groin as well. I relax my grip for a moment, and when I squeeze again, her shin is firmly pressing on my crack. I can feel her heat and dampness on my knee and, as Anna begins to slowly lift and lower her trapped leg, I can feel my heat and moisture on her bare skin as we rub each other's sweet spots. All the time, we watch each other. Anna's tongue flicks in and out. Her lips must be as dry as mine. I become aware we are holding hands, but I have no idea when we started.

At some point, the men must have attacked our buttons, because both of our breasts are hanging out. Like me, Anna favours platform bras that make her B cup breasts look bigger. Tim has Anna's resting like they are on a shelf and he keeps pressing them together, trying to touch the deep pink aureoles and button nipples together. Pugh must be doing the same to me, because waves of pleasure spread from both nipples and extend out until my whole body is engulfed, before concentrating in my pussy, where Anna's shin sends them rebounding back to my nipples. My groin is so hot and moist that Anna's leg has no trouble sliding back and forth, no matter how tightly I squeeze my thighs. My knee is soaking hot.

My view of my beautiful best friend is obscured by a male head leaning over me. A tongue strikes one of my nipples and I immediately have an orgasm. Anna's spare hand comes down behind my pushing knee, lifting and then relaxing to create even more friction between her legs. I can hear someone going, "oh, oh, oh...," and realise that it's me. Then, in between my calls, there is an echo from Anna. I don't know how long we go on calling back and forth to each other.

When Pugh and Tim lift their heads, Anna and I are left staring at each other, the tops of our uniforms open and our breasts on display. She looks and I feel a little sheepish as we untangle our legs, but it felt wonderful for both of us, and it is too obvious for ether to pretend otherwise.

Anna is up for more, but I have lost count of my orgasms and I want to have a rest. When I timidly suggest a short break, Pugh frowns, but agrees and suggests that he and Tim make some cold drinks for all of us. They head into the little kitchen next to his office. Anna smiles at me lazily and waves her hand when I ask if she needs the loo. She is going nowhere, so I stagger off.

While I am on the toilet, I can hear Pugh and Tim talking.

"Glad I told you to take the viagra, I'll bet. Little Anna's a hot one, isn't she?"

"Yes and yes! Shame that Anne-Marie is getting tired. Think she'll last the course?"

"Not without help, mate. She keeps contradicting me. I was getting really pissed off! But luckily, I have the solution. I've got two doses of (something scientific-sounding) ... Give it a half an hour and we can do whatever we want. They won't really be aware, but their bodies will respond like anything."

I swear that I wasn't trying to contradict him. OMG, what a bastard! Daddy was right to be suspicious. What am I going to do? I just keep listening.

"Nice one. Anna doesn't need it though."

"Yah, but we can't just do one. We'll have to do both, or the other will remember."

"Oh yah, I'm a bit knackered. If you're planning to go on longer, I think we need a little more help to keep going. I have some ecstasy. Let's take some of that. It'll make the night last better. Shame to waste the opportunity, if we have the two girls."

"You're leading your uncle astray. I've never done ecstasy. Yah, OK. Just make sure we do this right. Our drinks are these two on my desk. I'll dose these by the door for the girls. We can tell them we're all doing ecstasy. When they wake up, they'll have a headache and we can claim that we were unlucky and got some rubbish stuff. They won't remember anything and will probably be warned off drugs for life. It will be a good lesson."

"You make me feel all virtuous, heh, heh, heh."

Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God! What am I going to do? Deep breaths... deep breaths! OMG! OMG!!

"There, it's done. (Tim's voice) ... Listen, my phone is running down and my charger is in my car. I need to get it."

"Ok. I'll have to let you out and deactivate the external alarm first."

As their steps retreat I peek into the office. There are the cups, each filled to the brim with black current squash, identical, except two are on Pugh's desk and the others are on a shelf by the door. I feel completely trapped. If I don't do something, we are so screwed....

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Anna's story

Everyone seems to be moving around too fast. I just want to lean back and relax. First, the two men go into Pugh's office, and then Anne-Marie to the toilet. I want to reflect on what is happening. I think I had an orgasm from a man! It was spectacular, all bubbles and floating just like people say, even though he only touched my boobs! I never imagined it happening in front of my best friend. She came too, I'm sure. Right in front of me. It wasn't anything like in the movies.

As for where we were rubbing our legs, I'm not letting myself even think about it. Are you a lesbian if you do stuff with a woman and a man? Was Anne-Marie as surprised as me? Did she like it as much as I did? I really like marijuana. I have no idea and don't really care what has happened to the interview audition. This is worth it, whatever happens next.

I idly scan the studio and notice something (I'm a techie, remember?). Simon has a really good system of fixed cameras. I can see four without moving. They all feed into a server in the corner. I can see the back of the dashboard. Simon said he wasn't filming, but I think he has forgotten to turn off his system.

Oh well, not my problem. I get up and wander across to a big circular couch with a smaller circular back rest on top. It is all white and looks like an upholstered wedding cake. I climb on it and stretch out. I wonder if I can have more orgasms. In books and movies, girls only ever have one, but I want to do you-know-what with a man properly. My crack feels warm and wet. I bet I can do it again if Tim can. I wonder if I will do it with Simon as well.

Tim comes into the studio and smiles at me for a moment before going back into the office. A moment later, they both come through the door, each holding two cups of squash. Simon asks where Anne-Marie is, but she comes back from the loo as he speaks.

"Here I am." I can tell she is thirsty by the way she eyes the drinks. I am too, but Simon and Tim keep tight hold of the cups. She has straightened her hair, buttoned up her school frock and looks ready to lead an assembly, the exact opposite of me. My guide uniform is still half-undone and the only thing hiding my boobs is the sash. My neckerchief is still neatly in place, but I don't think I will win any presentation badges.

Anne-Marie joins me on the wedding cake couch as Pugh explains that he wants us to talk about dancing and socialising in the next part of the interview. It strikes me as funny the way he ignores how the last part finished, but Anne-Marie is too busy listening intently to Simon to catch my glance. Tim notices though, and we giggle and sky our eyes at each other until Tim stops and looks at us. Anne-Marie takes my hand and squeezes it tightly for a second and tells me to listen.

"If you'll stop messing around for a moment, I want to create a bit of a party atmosphere, so Anna and Anne-Marie can talk about dancing and the like. We can turn up the music a bit, and Tim will dance with you." He gestures at his artificial foot. "For obvious reasons I won't." I like the thought of dancing and smile at Tim again. "As you know, Anna, the rest of us have been hard at it all day... (Tim laughs, earning a dirty look from Simon and Anne-Marie.)... So I have added a party high to our drinks. It's a mild form of ecstasy and will keep our energy levels up."

Tim nods like that is a sensible thing to do, but Anne-Marie looks a little unsure. I want to carry on where we left off, but ecstasy? Isn't that a bit...? My friend takes a big breath and let's it out slowly. I don't want things to stop and decide to go along with her decision. After all, if she hadn't spoken to Simon, I'd be at home watching East Enders.

Anne-Marie looks hard at me and whispers, "best friends?" She is so sweet.

I grin back, "always and forever." This is the best adventure ever, and I owe it all to her.

"Ok," we say together to Simon. He hands us each a cup, before taking one from Tim. They both toast us and drain their cups. After a sigh, Anne-Marie does the same. Wondering what it will be like to do ecstasy and imagining my parents' reaction, I follow suit.

Simon and Tim are all smiles and action. Tim turns up the music, still mainly older stuff like Madonna, but all loud and partyish. Simon goes to the dashboard and makes some changes so the lights start to change colours although it is still too bright for a real club atmosphere. I think he will finally turn off the cameras, but instead, when he presses another button, I can tell that they realign to the wedding cake set from the park bench.

I am about to tell him the system hasn't gone off, when Simon suggests that I button up my guide outfit. By the time I have finished, Tim has scooped us up and is vigorously dancing. At first it is like the wedding disco from Hell. Tim dances like an old guy and Anne-Marie must be really tired, because she is moving like the bride's grandmother. I feel embarrassed for her and match her movements so it isn't too obvious how tired she is. I don't think this session will be as much fun as the last.

Neither Tim or Simon seem to notice though. They light up another marijuana cigarette and we all pass it around, even Anne-Marie. After awhile, we start to relax more. I am really getting into Kayleigh, who I normally can't stand and Anne-Marie is also. We have always been real dorks in the past. Nerds can't dance. Tonight though, we both seem so graceful.

Anne-Marie starts out frowning, but I can tell that she is feeling the rhythm too. The longer we dance, the better we get. She is soon shimmying and doing dirty dips in perfect step with me, laughing, and at one point suddenly kissing me right on the lips, with full tongue, like a boy. The guys hoot and cheer. I am absolutely astounded. I had no idea that a girl's lips and tongue could be so soft. It is the most electric kiss ever.

It's funny, but,at first, Tim is a fairly controlled and boring dancer, and even Simon sways in a coordinated way, but as we keep getting better, they get worse, laughing and goofing off. Anne-Marie and I are so in step and cool that it really begins to bug me, but Anne-Marie laughs louder and louder with them, egging them on. I think it is fantastic that she keeps moving in such a cool way with me the whole time.

After about a half an hour, my whole body is tingling and I want someone to grab me. I am ready for more orgasms and don't care who knows it. I start to do a sort of belly dance towards Simon and Tim, who have both got tired and are sitting on the wedding cake couch smiling in a dopey way.

I want one of them to just grab me, but when I reach for Tim, instead of reaching back, he topples backwards like a tree falling down. Simon doesn't seem to notice. I turn in confusion to my friend, but she only has eyes for Simon. She leans right into his face and blows! Without losing his dopey grin, he copies Tim.