The Interview

-My first foray into this genre, so constructive comments welcomed. My followers; please note the category before proceeding.

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Nicole Watts tapped her phone to disable the alarm and rolled over in bed. It was too early! No one should have to get up at this hour she told herself. Wearing nothing more than a threadbare tank top, she pulled her "special" pillow between her legs and delighted in the coldness of the satin against her already aroused sex. It was then there came a gentle rapping upon her bedroom door before her stepfather poked his head through the opening gap.

'Nicky...you awake?' Randall whispered into the relative darkness and smiled at her response, a labored sigh as she slowly writhed beneath the sheet.

'I'm coming,' she breathed.

'You did tell me to make sure you woke up,' Randall reiterated. 'You don't want to be late for the interview.'

'I know Daddy,' Nicole moaned, grinding her pillow harder into her crotch. 'I'm cumming,' she sighed, the orgasm approaching, the feeling of being watched as she masturbated hastening her climax. Even using the term "Daddy," furthering her stimulation; until with her stepfather only a few feet away, she came upon her de facto sex partner, the wave of pleasure passing through her body.

'Okay, well I'll make you some breakfast while you get ready,' Randall left her room, unaware of her release yet satisfied she was indeed awake.

'Thank you, Daddy,' Nicole gasped as she descended from her high, a much-needed relief of tension, her mind turning to her job interview as she sat up in bed. What should I wear? She asked herself.

*

'You don't have to call me that you know,' Randall Hobbs rose from the table as Nicole returned from the hallway, post breakfast, and shower, and now fully dressed for her interview.

'What? "Daddy?"' She quizzed as she watched his reaction to her attire.

Randall had lost his train of thought as he eyed his stepdaughter. Clearly no bra beneath her skin-tight white turtle neck. A gray pleated skirt that barely covered her groin. Was it appropriate clothing for a job interview? He allowed his eyes to trail down her long bare legs to settle on the black high-heeled ankle boots before rising again to her face as she spoke.

'I know you and Mom didn't have long together before she...' she trailed off, the passing of her mother a year prior still raw for her and she knew, Randall. 'But She wanted us to be close. Calling you Daddy reminds me of her somehow. Is that a bad thing?'

'No... No Princess, not at all,' Randall smiled, accepting the embrace as Nicole came toward him. Her breasts pressed into his chest; her body so small as he wrapped his arms around her, her belly pushing uncomfortably into his groin. 'She'd be so proud of you, you know?'

'For what?' Nicole frowned as she looked up into his face. Randall noting her impeccably applied makeup, her hair pulled back severely in a high ponytail.

'The interview.'

'Ugh,' Nicole broke away. 'It's just for a cleaner.'

'At Lauren Brooks Fashion. It's where you always wanted to work!' Randall countered.

'Yeah. As a model,' Nicole took her car keys from beside the fruit bowl.

'It's a noble profession,' Randall countered. 'And it's a foot in the door; everyone has to start somewhere.'

Nicole exaggeratedly slumped before attempting to catch her reflection in the glass doors.

'How do I look anyway?' She turned back to Randall.

'Beautiful,' he admitted. 'You look beautiful.'

*

Nicole sat cross-legged and looked around the foyer in the hope of catching sight of someone she recognized from the media. Lauren Brooks herself. Possibly her son or partner. What was her name again? She asked herself. The thought process was interrupted when a smartly dressed woman approached, and smiling, held out her hand in greeting.

'You must be Nicole Watts. Here for the interview?' The woman spoke with a slight British accent.

Nicole rose and now standing before the woman felt maybe she was a little underdressed.

'That's right. Everyone calls me Nicky,' Nicole nervously replied, accepting the older woman's hand.

'Then Nicky it is,' the woman smiled. 'I'm Erika Sharp and if you follow me, we'll get this started.'

A friendly smile was offered by the receptionist towards her as she trailed Erika before Nicole trained her eyes upon her host. Namely her shapely rear. A purple shirt was tucked into the knee-length pencil skirt above high black heels and tan stockings. She was elegant, sexy, and obviously classy. And again, Nicole began to reconsider her own attire.

'Take a seat,' Erika offered as she rounded her desk and waited for Nicole to do as advised before she too sat. 'So, the...' Erika looked down at her computer screen over her black-rimmed glasses. '...cleaning position.'

'Uh-huh,' Nicole affirmed. 'It was my Daddy,' she began to blush. 'Well, my stepfather who saw the advertising.'

Erika smiled and couldn't help but take in the appearance of the girl. Her clearly see-through top. The long bare legs. And the way she sat in the chair. Her knees ever so slightly apart allowing a clear view up her ridiculously short skirt. It wasn't below Erika to risk a peek and she was welcomed with a glimpse of black panties, a stirring in her underwear.

'It's surprising you'd apply,' Erika dragged her eyes from the girl, lifting the printed-out copy of Nicole's resume from the desk. 'Your CV just lists modeling jobs.'

'Well, yeah. But like my Dadd.. my stepfather says. A cleaner is a noble profession too.'

'That's true,' again, Erika smiled. 'It's also a foot in the door,' she winked at the younger girl and once more Nicole blushed, remembering Randall's exact words. 'Twenty years old,' Erika referenced the resume. 'So. What do you know about Lauren Brooks Fashion?'

'Oh, everything,' Nicole excitedly responded, leaning forward in the chair to retrieve her phone from her handbag. 'I have heaps of her clothing. I follow all her socials. I've even got a photo of me in one of her designs.'

Surprised, Erika received Nicole's phone as she stood and passed it across the desk, the screen showing an image of Nicole upon a beach wearing one of the older one-piece swimsuits.

'Daddy took that,' Nicole commentated. 'Down at Malibu,' she unnecessarily added.

It wasn't the beach Erika was taken by. On her knees, Nicole was posing, her impressive breasts pushed out toward the camera, barely contained by the yellow, wet, and now clearly transparent swimsuit. But it was what sat below that had Erika enthralled and squirming in her chair.

*

With the sheets of his bed wrapped in his arms and ready for washing, Randall entered Nicole's bedroom to do the same for her, dropping his armful on the floor before opening the curtains to let in the light. He shook his head, smiling at the disarray in the room. Clothing scattered about, discarded panties on the floor. He pulled back and removed her top sheet, not even blinking at the small pink dildo that lay upon the mattress. No secrets in the household, he casually took it from the bed and placed it back in her bedside table's drawer, admittedly, an erection forming in his pants. Reaching for the satin-covered body pillow, his fingers immediately made contact with a cold dampness, and upon turning, he discovered the cause.

"I'm coming," he recalled Nicole's words from the morning. 'More like, "I'm cumming!"' Randall grinned as he ran his fingers through the slick of cum that coated the pillowcase. 'Oh, Nicky. You naughty girl!'

*

She wasn't mistaken. No trick of the light this. The "girl" in the photo had a cock. Not tucked away but impressively rigid as it strained against the thin yellow material. Erika's breath was taken, her eyes struggling to break from the image as they crept back to the bashful original sitting opposite.

'I guess that doesn't have much to do with the job though,' Nicole said as Erika stretched her arm forward, handing back the phone.

'No, ah,' Erika was flustered, the phone taken from her hand, looking back at the girl's resume. She could feel her face blushing, arousal in her loins. 'The problem I see is you have no real experience in the janitorial field,' she scanned the girl's limited work history, a fingerprint smudge on the lens of her glasses distracting, taking them off, searching her top desk drawer for a cloth.

The words from the woman didn't sound encouraging. There was clearly an attraction toward her, Nicole always knew when someone wanted her but would it lead to getting the job? She needed to do something to stand out from any other potential applicants. And she needed to do it now.

'Hmm, oh blast!' Erika closed the drawer in frustration.

'What is it?' Nicole was quick to question.

'Oh, nothing. I thought I had a microfiber cloth in here to clean my glasses,' she explained. 'It's not important.'

And there was the opening, Nicole thought.

'Actually, I might be able to help out,' Nicole proposed, rising from her chair. She noticed Erika take a sly glance between her thighs as she stood and her heart began beating rapidly. It was a gamble; it was daring. But it was now or never.

Walking around the edge of the desk, Nicole stopped beside Erika's chair, the woman looking up at her, clearly intrigued by her actions.

'I'm wearing microfiber panties!' Nicole admitted, dropping her hands to the front of her skirt and lifting to reveal her semi-erect cock bulging out of the black thong. The reaction in Erika was as expected, her mouth slowly dropping, her neck flushing with blood. And as Nicole took hold of her underwear and slid the tiny triangle from over her hardening cock, she could see her plan was well on the way to working. 'May I?' She asked as she stepped out of her panties and held her hand out to receive Erika's glasses.

As if in a trance, Erika removed them from her face and handed her eyewear to the girl, watching as casually she used the material to thoroughly clean the lenses, a smile on her mouth, satisfaction in her work.

'And there you go,' Nicole grinned, handing the glasses back to Erika who gladly placed them once more upon her face. 'You can keep these if you like?' Nicole added, holding out her thong for the woman to accept. There was a moment of pause and for an instant, Nicole questioned if she'd done the right thing? That she'd read the room correctly? And then Erika accepted her gift.

Nicole watched with delight as Erika placed her panties in the drawer for safekeeping, her cock now tenting out the front of her skirt as Erika's eyes focused on the area.

'So, it's not just your cleaning skills you have to offer it seems,' Erika smiled and in response to the obvious interest from the woman, Nicole lifted once more the front of her skirt. Again, the sight stole Erika's breath. The girl's cock was beautiful. Straight, cut, and perfectly proportioned; hairless pubic bone and smooth ball sack below housing two small but swollen plumbs. She swallowed and looked up at the girl staring intently back at her, biting her lip in anticipation of what was to come. 'May I?' Erika repeated Nicole's earlier question and receiving the smallest of nods, took the young girl's cocklet in hand.

It was now Nicole's mouth to fall open. Sighing as Erika gently stroked her soft hand along her length, raising the other to cup her balls, a finger delving between her legs to press upon her asshole. Her grip tightened as Nicole's cock hardened. Reaching its full potential as the woman squeezed pre-cum from the eye, a clear droplet that was caught by Erika's awaiting tongue, a contented moan at the taste. This was going better than expected, Nicole thought!

Without seeking permission, Erika took the cock in mouth, wrapping her lips around the head and gently sucking, seeking more of the sweet addict-forming gurl juice. Nicole provided, so turned on she could feel the real deal not far away. With ever more cock in her mouth, Erika coaxed Nicole back toward the desk until her buttocks rested on the edge, it was then the blowjob really began. Allowing herself to gag, Erika accepted Nicole's entire length, her nose grinding into the girl's pubic bone before she pulled off with a cascade of saliva following. This she took up with her hand, slathering along the length until Nicole's whole erection glistened, perfect for jerking.

'Do you like that?' Erika looked up at Nicole. 'Do you like me wanking your cock?'

'Oh, fuck yes,' Nicole sighed, raising her hands to her chest and cupping her breasts, erect nipples pinched through her top.

'Oh yeah?' Erika increased the rate she pulled the girl. 'Are you gonna... Are you gonna cum in my mouth Princess?'

The term of endearment was so unexpected it took Nicole by surprise; a flood of emotion. "Princess." Only two people had ever called her that. Randall and her mother. Now a third.

'Can I?' Nicole gasped, Erika wrapping her hand around her swollen balls 'Can I cum in your mouth, Mommy?' Why she used the denomination, she was unsure. Caught up in the moment perhaps? If it was misplaced, Erika seemed unperturbed by the title however, in fact, spurred on.

'Yes Baby, cum on me,' she rubbed Nicole's cock all over her face, licking, sucking along her length. 'Cum in my mouth!' She gasped before once more taking the dick between her lips whilst stroking the shaft.

Not twenty minutes had she known this woman and she was about to cum in her mouth. Nicole's lips parted in a silent scream as she felt the orgasm approach. Erika's arm began to hurt she was pulling so violently. Her sex afire. Leaking profusely into her panties, her nipples rigid in her blouse. And then she felt it. The surge of Nicole's release as it left her balls, the billowing as it ran the shaft, and the eruption, shooting down her throat to be instinctively swallowed.

'Oh, God!' Nicole gasped as she came again and again, Erika pressing beneath her balls to heighten the sensation, a finger teasing the girl's asshole as her mouth filled with cum, finally popping her lips from the head and immediately rising. 'Fuck yes,' Nicole sighed understanding the action. 'Let me taste it.'

They embraced, Nicole, wrapping her legs around the older woman and drawing her into her body, Erika unconcerned by the wetness from Nicole's cock seeping into her clothing. The kiss. Nicole accepting her gurl cream as their lips connected, tongues delving into the other's mouth to dine on the molten love juice, kissing and sucking dribbles of saliva and cum.

'That was,' Erika mischievously grinned. 'Unexpected.'

'In a good way?' Nicole gently kissed her mouth, her chin, and cheek.

'Oh yes,' Erika affirmed, grinding her belly against Nicole's still erect cock, caressing the girl's back.

'So... do I get the job?' Nicole playfully, bashfully asked.

Erika pulled back and looked the girl in the eye.

'Oh,' she paused. 'I'm sorry, I just don't think I can offer you that position,' quickly elaborating as she saw the look of concern come to Nicole's face. 'But I'm sure I can find something else for you to do around here.'

*

Randall looked up from the newspaper upon the dining table as Nicole entered the room. Visibly disappointed, she slouched as she left her handbag on the kitchen bench and sought comfort in the supporting arms of her step-father. Randall was prepared, pushing back the chair he resided in to allow Nicole to sit in his lap.

'It's alright Princess,' he rubbed her back as she wrapped an arm around his shoulder, causing her breast to press against his chest. 'Tell me what happened.'

Making herself more comfortable, Nicole wriggled her ass on his lap and wasn't surprised when she felt a growing hardness beneath her thighs.

'I didn't get the cleaning job,' she revealed, enjoying his hand caressing her back, even more so when he placed his other upon her bare leg in further support.

'I'm sorry,' Randall gently rubbed her thigh, his thumb stopping each time it reached her pleated skirt but noticing the lump forming beneath the material.

'She said I wasn't experienced enough,' Nicole elaborated as Randall's other hand dropped from her lower back to cup her bottom.

'Don't worry about it Darlin',' Randall soothed. 'Something else will come up.'

Following the words, Nicole's cock twitched further and lifted the front of her skirt, revealing itself to the world. Randall immediately looking down, frowning.

'Princess. Where are your panties?'

'Erika has them,' Nicole smiled cheekily as Randall's hand made contact with her dick, his large grip encircling her erection, gently stroking. 'The HR manager,' she explained in response to Randall's confused look.

'I don't understand,' Randall admitted, lifting his hand from her ass and placing a finger up to her mouth to which Nicole wrapped her lips around, coating his digit with saliva. 'But you didn't get the job?'

'I didn't get the "cleaning job!"' Nicole mischievously giggled, wriggling her ass further back upon his lap to allow access to his returning hand, feeling Randall smear her asshole with the saliva, dabbing at her relaxing sphincter. She parted her thighs as Randall jerked her cock quicker, her nipples poking out through the thin top. 'Erika made me her Personal Assistant!'

'Ah! So that's why you've been gone most of the day,' Randall slid his finger into Nicole's ass, her cock swelling further, pre-cum lubing his hand-job.

Nicole sighed at the penetration, the delight of Randall wiggling his finger deep in her ass. She tilted her head to expose her neck and Randall, knowing what she enjoyed, kissed her below the ear, goosebumps immediately breaking out over her body.

'Uh-huh,' Nicole managed to reply, feeling her third orgasm for the day approach. 'She showed me around the building, introduced me to everyone. You'd love Erika,' Nicole gasped as her balls tightened, edging as she thought of the woman. 'She's old, like you.'

'"Old!"' Randall laughed.

'You know what I mean,' Nicole giggled as she came, both of them looking down at the small dribble of milky cum flow down over Randall's knuckles.

'Well, I'm happy you got the job Princess,' Randall squeezed the last of Nicole's cum from her cock and brought his hand up to her mouth, allowing the girl to lick her cream from his fingers. 'And I look forward to meeting this "Erika" one day. She sounds nice.'

Nicole slowly rose from Randall's lap, enjoying the feeling of his finger easing from her now tightly squeezed asshole.

'Oh, you won't have long to wait, Daddy,' Nicole informed him. 'I invited her round for dinner tonight. She should be here in a couple of hours!'

'Wait, what?' Randall called as Nicole happily skipped from the room, Randall left once more shaking his head at his stepdaughter, smiling.

*

Erika checked her makeup in the sun visor mirror before reaching for the paper merchandise bag and her handbag and exiting the car. It was a blind date, she understood that. Nicole had spent half of their time together extolling the virtues of her stepfather, painting him in a more than shining light. Anything short of George Clooney and she'd be disappointed, Erika smiled to herself as she walked up the path leading to the front door of the address she'd been given.

'That'd be her!' Nicole responded wide-eyed at the sound of the doorbell, rising from the couch where she'd been browsing on her phone. 'Do I look alright?' She stood before Randall as his eyes surveyed her appearance.

The tiny denim shorts she wore hugged her groin tightly, yet tucked away, her cock was little more than a pubic bulge. Even so, Randall could feel his dick responding to the sight, more so as he devoured her breasts filling out the cut-off tank top, under-boob visible as she lifted her arms in a pose.