ANNA JAYE WILDE

Interviewed

 

26/02/16

 

My heart was beating wildly and I tried to calm myself down with a few slow breaths. I wanted this job so badly and I was determined that a few nerves wouldn’t get the better of me. It really didn’t help that in addition to this being the perfect job for me, I had been warned that the man about to interview me was hotter than hell. Fucking great. As if I didn’t have enough to distract me today.

 

I cursed my friend Abby for sharing that. Apparently Mr Daniel Mason was not only a tough interviewer but also had ice blue eyes, sexy blond hair and a suit that reeked of money and fitted his muscular frame like a glove. Fuck. I was a sucker for a designer suit.

 

I waited patiently in the lobby and mentally scrolled through my notes. I didn’t dare look out of the window, the advertising agency was a cool thirty floors up and the lift ride up almost killed me before I started. I swear the oxygen got thinner up here.

 

 I calmed myself down and tried to think logically. I was fully prepared, even down to my perfume, slightly low cut blouse and killer heels. Well, first impressions count, right? It wasn’t like I was trying to seduce anyone into giving me the job, was it? No. The would be totally unprofessional. The interviewer could be a male model type or he could look like Shrek, I didn’t care. Just get the fucking job first, Jenna.

 

“Jenna Goldman? Mr Mason will see you now.”

 

A smart woman shook my hand and escorted me to the interview room. Deep breaths, deep breaths. She opened the door to the private office and I was greeted by the most beautiful man I had ever seen. Abby was right. How the fuck could I be professional when I had to look at this? Jesus. Daniel’s pale blue eyes flashed with a hint of ‘bend over the desk, Miss Goldman, and let me take you hard from behind.’ With pleasure.

 

“There’s no need to worry, Jenna. Take a seat and we’ll begin.”

 

It might be easy for him but not so much for me, he didn’t need to look at his face while trying to form coherent, intelligent answers. And the way he smelled, holy fuck. The man was put on the earth to model designer pants, not to work in an advertising agency. I can only imagine how much business he brings in!

 

The interview went very well, I thought. I managed to answer reasonably appropriately despite the enormous distraction, and Daniel Mason refrained from bending me over his desk to ‘test my skills’. Well, you can’t have everything I guess.

 

“Can I escort you downstairs, Jenna?”

 

Daniel put his hand on the small of my back for a split second then pulled away, as if he had crossed an invisible line. The touch made me shiver and got my panties wet. There was a naughty sparkle in his cool blue eyes and I was more than happy to take the thirty floor journey downstairs in the confined space of the lift if it meant I got up close and personal with Daniel.

 

On the way upstairs earlier I remember thinking how tiny the lift was for such a large building. Now I was grateful for the fact. We stepped into the tiny space and the doors closed.

 

“I’m sorry I touched you earlier, Jenna, it was unprofessional of me.” His face, however, didn’t look apologetic. It looked determined and he stepped even closer to me. “I couldn’t help myself, I just wanted to see if you found me attractive, I spent the entire interview trying to look you in the eye and not down your blouse.” This gorgeous, polite and professional man was morphing into a sexy alpha male and I liked it very, very much.

 

“Well, I spent the interview trying to be professional and not think inappropriate thoughts about you,” I responded, giving him the flashing green light for whatever he wanted.

 

Daniel pressed the button to hold the lift and his hands rested on my hips. He looked me directly in the eye and my panties almost fell off there and then. Fuck. He frantically pulled up my skirt, turned me to face the wall and pressed himself against me, his mouth on my neck. His cock was hard and I felt it in my back as he grabbed my bare hips, his fingers toying with the lace of my panties.

 

“Is this inappropriate enough for you, Jenna?” He whispered in my ear, waiting for my response before going any further.

 

“I love inappropriate. It totally works for me. Be as inappropriate as you like.” I was begging now. I had no shame.

 

“Really?” Daniel’s hand slid around my front, down the soft skin of my stomach and a little way into my panties.

 

“Yes.”

 

His fingers moved south and I moaned as they stroked over my clit, rubbed my wet pussy and he pushed one into me.

“How’s this for you?” He pushed his finger in deeply.

 

“It’s wonderful. You can do more, if you want to.”

 

His finger pumped in and out and he added a second. His other hand whipped down my panties and spread my legs, his palm squeezing my ass cheeks. Then it left my ass and I heard a zip and a soft sound as his pants hit the floor. When he returned his huge cock pressed into my ass cheeks, hard and ready.

 

Daniel moved both hands in front of me and one finger fucked my pussy and the other rubbed on my clit, soft circles building insane pressure as he kissed my neck and nibbled my skin from behind. His cock was obviously ready and he took one hand behind me and grabbed his dick, positioning it at my wet pussy lips, teasing me.

 

“And how does this feel, Jenna?”

 

Daniel’s fingers rubbed my clit and his cock was teasing me, the head rubbing over my wetness.

 

“It’s fantastic,” I panted, “But you could improve your technique a little.”

 

Daniel’s hard dick pressed into me, holding back from sliding inside. Damn, the man was killing me with desperation.

 

“How’s that?”

 

“You’re in charge, Daniel. Why don’t you show me?”

 

“Okay, Jenna, as you asked so nicely.”

 

With that his big cock slid into me and I almost exploded with desire. He filled me completely and his strong, half-designer-suit-dressed body crushed me to the wall as he fucked me, his finger still stroking my clit.

 

“Oh, hell, that’s amazing, keep doing that.”

 

Daniel kept fucking me, hard and fast and his fingers expertly brought me to orgasm, my pussy shuddering around his firm cock.

“Holy shit!” I tightened around his thrusting dick and came with him inside me, the best kind of orgasm in my opinion.

 

“Hold on, Jenna, my turn now.” Daniel pulled my ass back a little closer to him, my body weak but willing and needing him to release inside me too. He held my waist as he fucked me over and over, my tight pussy needing him badly. His cock filled me and soon Daniel was coming, his body making the most of those final pumps, enjoying every last drop of desire.

 

He leaned into me, his gorgeous face kissing my neck and he twisted my face to his while he was still inside me and kissed my lips with passion, as if he wanted more.

 

“That was unbelievable, Jenna. Thoroughly inappropriate, but unbelievable!”

 

“I blame you, Daniel. After all, I’m here to make a good impression on my potential boss.”

 

“Well, Jenna, you certainly did that! I expect you bright and early Monday, nine am.”

 

“So I’ve got the job?” I was thrilled.

 

“You have. And just so you know, I was going to hire you upstairs, before this happened.” Daniel pressed the button to release the lift, just as I pulled up my panties and straightened my skirt. “But of course if it was to happen again, then well, that’s just a bonus!”

 

I think I’m going to like working here!

 

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