How I Got My Job

"Blouse."

I carefully unbuttoned my blouse, slid it off my arms, set it over the arm of the chair and stood before him in my bra, thong panties, garter belt, thigh high stockings, and heels. I couldn't look at Kaleb anymore; I just stared at my shoes and hoped he didn't think I was too fat or ugly out of my suit. I heard him shuffle toward me, then felt his hand cup my chin and raise my face to his. His brown eyes burned with lust as he looked down at me. He leaned in and kissed me. His lips were soft and his kiss was magnificent. He slipped his tongue into my mouth and sparks flew through my body. His hands caressed my arms with feather light touches that electrified my skin. His hands slid up my arms, under my neck, and grabbed two fistfuls of my blonde hair. I gasped when he grabbed my hair, though it didn't hurt, but it did turn me on. I couldn't move, except for returning the kiss, until I felt him guide me around the room. When I felt the bed against the back of my legs, he pushed me down and released my hair.

I looked up and watched while he slipped off his jacket and set it in the other chair. "Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?"

Me? Beautiful? "I... um... I'm not... that is-"

Kaleb cupped my chin with his hand, tilting my head up, and said, "Yes Cheyanne, you are very beautiful."

He kissed my lips, released my face, slipped his tie off, and laid it on the table. Then he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his firm and slightly hairy chest. Okay, I'll admit it, I love men with chest hair, and Kaleb had some of the sexiest chest hair I had ever seen. He slid his shirt off his arms and stood before me shirtless. It was clear he worked out on a regular basis. The dark chest hair, his sculpted abs, made this man a god in my eyes.

"Wow," I said.

"What?"

"You're gorgeous."

He smiled. "So why is it all right for you to say such a thing, but not for me?

He had a valid point. I shrugged my shoulders and blushed. "I don't think I'm beautiful."

Kaleb grabbed my face with his hands, tilted it to his, and said, "I thought you were beautiful when I saw you sitting at Applebee's. Like this, you are amazingly gorgeous and making my dick ache."

He released my face; I smiled and licked my lips. "You know, my mom used to kiss my boo-boos when I was a little girl. Maybe a kiss would ease your pain."

Okay, that might have been my lamest line ever, but it did make Kaleb smile. "I think I would like that."

Kaleb slipped off his shoes, unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, and slipped them off his muscular legs. He folded his pants, and tossed them into the chair. He stood there in black, satin boxers, with a nice tent from his cock, and black socks. He bent over and removed his socks. Even the man's feet were sexy. He straightened up, and waited. I leaned in and kissed his cock though his boxers. It felt big, and I decided I had to see it. I leaned in and carefully grabbed the waistband of his boxers with my teeth, and pulled them down and over his huge cock. I nearly stretched out his shorts getting them over his organ. Once they were past his cock, I released the waistband and watched them fall to the floor and pool at his feet.

His cock was rock hard and thick. I could see the veins bulging; the mushroom-capped head was shiny with precum. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and licked the head. The taste was amazingly sweet. I kissed the head and he moaned softly. "My goodness, I think you'll need lots of kisses."

Kaleb slipped his fingers into my hair, and pulled. I gasped. "I want to fuck that smart mouth of yours," he growled.

I opened my mouth and slipped his cock into my mouth. It filled my mouth so perfectly. I slid his cock in and out of my mouth, using my hand to keep him from entering too deep. Kaleb moaned again and I sucked his cock, feeling the veins under my lips and tongue. I slid my spare hand around his balls and caressed them. I felt him begin to thrust so I reached around and grabbed his ass with my hands. Twice he pushed in too deep and I gagged, but he would apologize when that would happen. I guess he was just a bit excited, and I was quite aroused as well; I felt my panties get wetter with each thrust. I have no idea how long I sucked his cock, or he fucked my mouth, but at some point, he pulled his cock out with a pop.

"Holy fuck! Your mouth's amazing."

"Thanks."

He reached down and unfastened my bra, freeing my breasts and slipping it off my arms. He looked inside my bra and said, "I knew it."

"What?"

"Your bra size, you wear a 40D. I was pretty sure you were a D cup."

"They're all real."

He tossed my bra toward the table, reached down, caressed my breasts, and tugged at my nipples. Then pushed me back on the bed and grabbed my panties, sliding them down my legs. "Keep your shoes and stockings on please."

"Okay," I said, knowing it was more about what would turn him on than what I wanted.

He had me move to the center of the bed so my head could rest on a pillow, on top of the bedspread. I was surprised how soft it felt under my skin, I was used to the rough, scratchy ones from cheaper establishments. Kaleb grabbed my legs and spread them to their physical limit while he lay on the bed and looked at my exposed and naked sex. "I see you're a natural blonde too."

Natural was the best way to describe it. I kept my pubic hair somewhat trimmed, but I never shaved. I know, some men love a hairless pussy, but they don't have to deal with grow back, the panties rubbing their clit raw, or the itch that I experience. I was curious what Kaleb thought. He leaned in, kissed the outer lips, and I gasped. I knew I was wet, and I was sure he could see it as well. I felt his tongue lick my labia from the base to my clit and I moaned. This man sure knew what he was doing.

"Fuck, you taste better than I imagined."

I felt his finger slide into my pussy while he licked and sucked my clit. He added a second finger and I squirmed and moaned louder. I knew it wouldn't be long before my orgasm would strike while he worked his magic. I felt something odd, I was sure he had added a third finger to my pussy, but then I felt something press the outer edge of my anus. Part of me was scared because I'm an anal virgin, but the aroused side of me wouldn't let me say anything, just moan. He gently slid a finger into my anus and my orgasm hit with a force that was frightening. I screamed and my body shook. He had set his shoulders to block my legs from clamping down on his head. He never stopped, never slowed, just kept going. The orgasm lasted longer than any I could remember from before and I'm sure I had a second immediately after the first. I felt his fingers withdraw; my legs moved to his chest as he sat up, at the base of my pussy and ass, and felt the tip of his condom-covered cock rub my pussy. I was so lost from my orgasm I hadn't even noticed he'd put a condom on, but part of me was glad he did.

"If I thought your mouth was amazing to fuck, I can't wait to feel your pussy."

He didn't wait long. I felt the head slide in, and slowly fill me, and it made me gasp. Each thrust took him deeper and deeper until I felt his balls against my ass. Then he really began to fuck me, and fuck me hard. The sensation was amazing and it didn't take long for yet another screaming orgasm to rage through my body. I couldn't believe how different it felt with his cock deep within me. Once the orgasm passed, he spread my legs and lay on top of me. His chest felt so good against my hard nipples as he pounded me. His hands caressed my breasts, he kissed me, and forced me to moan into his mouth. I no longer cared about the promise of a job, I just wanted to cum again.

"Fuck I'm close!" growled Kaleb.

He sounded angry, like he was pissed because he wasn't going to last much longer. Then he roared and I felt his cock pulse as it filled the condom and caused me to orgasm one last time. Kaleb panted in my ear and held me while we came down from our orgasmic high. My body was covered in sweat and I was spent. We kissed for several minutes until his drained cock slipped out. Kaleb climbed off me and padded into the bathroom while I stared up at the ceiling. The air smelled thick with the aroma of raw sex and sweat. It was now that it hit me what I had done, I had whored myself out for the chance of a job. I wanted to cry, but I refused to let myself do so until I was alone. Kaleb stepped out and I dashed in to the bathroom to clean myself up. My make-up was a lost cause so I washed it off my face, my hair was a matted mess, and I strived to not look at my near nakedness. Once I'd emptied my bladder and felt I was clean enough, I slipped off my heels and padded my way back into the room.

Kaleb handed me a glass filled with a clear liquid and said, "Drink."

"I don't want any wine."

He shook his head. "It's water Cheyanne."

I downed the water in three gulps. Yeah, I was thirsty. "Thanks."

"More?"

"Please?"

Kaleb took my glass and refilled it while I looked for my panties. "Looking for these?"

I looked up and saw my panties in Kaleb's hand, the one not holding my glass of water. "Yeah."

Kaleb handed me the glass of water, but not my panties. "Do you have any plans for later?"

I smirked. I found this an oddly ironic question. "No."

"Then you don't need to get dressed yet."

I rolled my eyes. "Then maybe I should take off my garter belt and stockings."

"Maybe you should."

Well shit, he fucking called my bluff. So, I handed him my water, removed my garter belt, sat down on the edge of the bed and rolled my stockings off my legs. Kaleb watched me closely and soon, I was naked, just like he was. The only difference, I wasn't comfortable. Kaleb smiled, handed me back my water and walked across the room. I drank down the water my body was craving when I felt something soft lay across my shoulders. I looked and saw Kaleb had put a robe on me.

"Thanks," I said and slid my arms into the sleeves.

"You looked cold," he said, though I suspected he was lying.

I looked up at him and asked, "Are you angry with me?"

"Why would I be?"

"You sounded pissed when you said you were about to cum."

"Oh," he sighed. "I didn't want to stop, but the way your pussy clamped onto my cock when you orgasmed made it impossible. I've never felt anything so amazing before."

I blushed. "So, why did you ask if I had any plans for later?"

"I'd like you to stay a while."

"How long?"

"I don't know, a while, please. I'm really enjoying your company Cheyanne."

"Sure," I said. All he was keeping me from was an empty apartment, and I enjoyed his company too.

"Maybe we could watch a movie."

"That sounds nice."

"And before you leave, we can take a bath and you can wash your hair."

I blushed and tried to press my hair down. "Yeah, I've got some serious sex hair going on here."

"It looks good on you."

"Thanks."

Kaleb sat next to me on the bed and kissed me gently. "I'm from New York, but I've lived all over. California is okay, but not my favorite state. Though, after meeting you, I may rethink my position. We're relocating to a bigger site for our management team, and thus we have the means to hire some new people. We've got locations all over the country and are expanding to Japan and Hong Kong, but I'm sure you knew that already."

"Yeah, that I knew," I said. I researched the company so I would be better prepared for the interview.

"So, wanna watch a movie with me?"

"Sure."

"Are you hungry?"

"Well, I'm not starving, but I could go for a snack."

Kaleb called room service and ordered some snacks and more water. The same busboy came by with our order, smiled and winked at me. Of course he knew why I was just wearing a robe when before I was still in my suit. After he left, Kaleb grabbed his tablet computer, plugged it into the television, and loaded up "History of the World, Part 1". We laughed and sang through the movie, then took a hot bath in the huge tub, jets and all. Kaleb washed my hair with a shampoo that smelled of roses. We washed each other's bodies, which went from a cleaning to an erotic foreplay session. Of course, the floor was soaked after I rode him in the tub, and he bent me over and took me from behind. I think my favorite part was how he pulled my hair and smacked my wet ass as he fucked me hard.

As the sun began to set, I put my suit back on, stockings and all, and Kaleb did hand me back my panties, thought he didn't want to. He slipped on his suit, minus his jacket and tie, and drove me back to the strip mall, and my car. We didn't talk, but listened to the radio, though I have no clue what was playing, I was lost in my own thoughts. I knew the next time I walked into a leather shop, I'll think of Kaleb and this car. Part of me didn't want this day to end, but I knew it had to, and I had a long, lonely drive home. He pulled up next to my car and parked.

Kaleb handed me a business card and said, "Be at this address on Monday at 9:00 am. Don't be late. If for whatever reason you have a problem, just show them that card, they'll know what to do."

The address was for a building that by my best guess was about twenty to thirty minutes from my apartment. I stuck it into my wallet, kissed Kaleb goodbye, and moved from his luxurious Lexus to my beat up Toyota RAV 4. It wasn't a bad car, just old with a lot of miles. At least it was paid off before I lost my job. I waved goodbye to Kaleb, watched him drive off, and made the long drive home. I got about half way before I pulled off the freeway, parked in a shopping mall, and cried. Actually, I wept. I had sunk to a whole new low, fucking a man I didn't know for a job. I considered tearing up the business card, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I knew I had to see this through, no matter how shitty I felt. After several minutes of uncontrollable crying, I programed my GPS with the address on the card and saw I was just a few miles away from where I was sitting. As temped as I was to drive by, I decided it was time to go home.

I got my neighbor to loan me some money in exchange for some babysitting services and took my suit to the dry cleaners so it would be fresh for my first day. I washed my stockings and my underthings and had everything prepared for Monday. Part of me was still torn about my affair and how I had whored myself out for a job. I decided I would stay for a short while, then if I was still unhappy, I would find another job. I even Googled Kaleb and discovered he was a rather private man. No known girlfriend or wife, but lots of charity work. I couldn't find too many pictures of him, and the ones I found all sucked, but the part about him being from New York was true. I kept debating about driving out, but Monday morning, I was up early, dressed, hair styled, make-up done, and there at 8:45 am. I thought being early would show I was serious about the job, regardless of how I got it. I walked in, wearing the exact same suit I wore to my interview, including the bra, stockings, garter, and the panties Kaleb wanted to keep. Sitting behind a large, modern-looking desk was an attractive woman with chestnut brown hair and green eyes.

"May I help you?"

"Yes, I'm Cheyanne Lewis. Today is my first day of work. I was told to be here at nine."

The receptionist looked at me with a quizzical look. "I'm sorry, who are you again?"

That didn't sound good. "Cheyanne Lewis. I'm a new employee."

"Have a seat Ms. Lewis; someone will be right with you."

"Is there something wrong?"

"Would you like some coffee Ms. Lewis?"

"No thanks," I said and sat down. This wasn't feeling right, and I didn't like that she didn't answer my question.

After about ten minutes of waiting, an attractive woman with long, straight, auburn hair and blue eyes stepped up wearing a dark skirt, white blouse, and frameless glasses. "Cheyanne Lewis?" she asked.

"Yes," I said.

"I'm Edith Keller," she said extending her hand to me. "Would you follow me please?"

I stood up, shook her hand, and followed Ms. Keller down a series of hallways to a nice office space with a large desk and chairs on each side. This didn't feel like I was going to be filling out W-2's and I-9 forms. "Have a seat Ms. Lewis."

I sat in the chair and waited. Ms. Keller sat opposite me and began. "First off, I wish to apologize to you for the confusion. A few weeks ago, our system was hacked and several resumes we had on file were downloaded. Several women like yourself have come in and claimed they met with a man who said he was Kaleb Winter, and were promised a job."

I swallowed hard. If what she was telling me was true, I had been tricked. "So, there's not job?" I asked.

"I'm afraid not. These women claimed that they met this man at a random location, like a local Starbucks for an interview, and if they engaged in assorted sexual acts with him, they would get a full-time job." I heard a ping from her computer. She looked over and said, "Hmm, I see my secretary has finally found your resume. You're quite experienced and qualified for what we need."

"But?" I knew there was more.

Ms. Keller smiled. "But, we just don't have any openings at this time."

Inside I was screaming, crying, wailing. Outside I was stoic. I wasn't about to show this woman I was anything but strong. "I see," was all I could seem to say.

Ms. Keller stood up and walked over to me. I rose and she shook my hand. "I'm really sorry you drove all this way for nothing, Ms. Lewis. Though, you are the best qualified of all the candidates we've had showing up, there's really nothing more I can do." Ms. Keller handed me her business card "Please, Ms. Lewis, keep in touch with me and maybe when we do get an opening, I can get you in."

I looked down at her business card, and that's when it hit me. "Wait!" I cried, dug into my purse and pulled out my wallet. "The man I met with said to give you this if there were any problems."

It took me a moment to get my trembling fingers to catch the card. When I handed it to her, I noticed there was something written on the back. I realized that when he handed it to me, I hadn't really looked at it beyond the address. I was too busy dealing with my guilt and shame. Ms. Keller looked at the card, saw the writing on the back, and asked, "Who gave you this?"

"The man I interviewed with. The one you claim isn't Kaleb Winter."

I noticed Ms. Keller looked a bit worried. "Ms. Lewis, would you mind staying for a moment please. I need... I mean, would you please have a seat. I'll be right back. Would you like some coffee or a glass of water?"

"Some water would be nice," I said. I didn't want coffee breath, just in case.

"I'll have my secretary bring you some water. Please, make yourself comfortable."

Ms. Keller stepped out and I sat back down. Why hadn't I looked at that card more closely? I knew the answer; I was ashamed of myself. I had fucked a man for the promise of a job and now it was possible the man I met was a fraud. What bothered me was this man had an expensive car, the hotel he took me was definitely not cheap, and the wine had to be expensive because it was so good. Plus, he bought me lunch and the tablet he used for us to watch "History of the World, Part 1" was pretty expensive, I think. Actually, that might not have been that pricy, but it did seem new. A bubbly blonde came in, handed me a glass of water, and asked if I wanted a snack. I said the water was fine and she looked me over before she left. I guess everyone had to check out the latest victim.

I sipped my water, and waited nervously. I was sure I heard someone yelling, and I kept seeing people walk by the office. Yeah, I was the freak in the fishbowl, the Whore of Babylon on display in Ms. Keller's office. I swear I was there for hours, but it was only a few minutes when Ms. Keller and a tall, older woman with brown eyes and salt and pepper hair stepped in. "Ms. Lewis," said Ms. Keller, "I'd like to meet Mrs. Edna Winter, our company's CEO."