WARNING ADULT CONTENT 18+
My thoughts race, I really want the job, she is amazingly gorgeous, but what if it's a test? Don't say it, don't say it I plead with my self.
I look her deep in her eye's and lick my lips, I bite my bottom lip, dip my head down and look up again into her eye's as I real off my disguised desires "Ma'am I really want this job, I feel it is right for me' and I know I have the energy for it, I will do anything to prove it to you, you will not be disappointed"
She sits quiet with her mouth slightly open her eye's open wide, her pupils burning intently, she bites her bottom lip releasing a lustful, pleasurable "Mmmm" followed by a prompt and authoritative "close the door" as she nods in the direction of the only door in and out of her office.
We are 5 floors up with large clear glass windows looking over the city situated right behind her, all the other glass windows making up the Walls of her office are covered with closed blinds. Her expensive leather chair squeaks as she glides it back when she stands, then places the palms of her hands firmly on her thick and solid wooden desk.
"will you take off your shirt" she asks playfully.
"of course" I respond, pretending to be confused.
"well go on then" she instantly replies
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