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Subject: {ASSM} Cherri Interviews for a Job
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 07:10:04 -0500
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 Cherri Interviews for a Job

Warning: This story contains frank discussions of a sexually explicit 
nature, and is intended for mature audiences only.

Disclaimer: The persons depicted in this story are entirely fictional. 
Any similarities are completely coincidental. References to actual 
places, companies, or organizations are used strictly for artistic 
reference to provide realism. In other words, none of this is true.

Copyright (c) 2001 CyberCzar. In other words, you may download this 
story for your own personal use; but please don't share it with anyone. 
If you think someone else might be interested in this story, please 
forward their request to me.

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Cherri didn't like her job too much. She had felt for a long time that 
she was overworked, and well underpaid. So, she decided to do something 
about it by posting her resume to [monster.com]. It was a lark, just to 
see if anyone would bite.

Much to her surprise, the very next morning she received a telephone 
call on her cellphone.

"Hello, my name is Craig Andrews," the man said. "I think I have a 
position you'd be perfect for."

She was excited. She didn't expect to receive any response, and 
certainly didn't expect one so quickly. "How soon can you interview?" 
he asked her.

"Is tomorrow fine?" she asked.

"Tomorrow would be perfect." He went on, and gave her directions to his 
office, which sounded like it would be much closer to her home.

The next morning she wore her best power suit and went on into work.

Her coworkers and supervisors immediately suspected something was awry 
with her sudden dress of professionalism, but everyone was too scared 
to say anything. She could see the wonderment in their eyes, but this 
didn't phase her. She was going to get that job she was interviewing 
for at lunch, no matter how hard the obstacles might be for her.

She left a little early for lunch, and headed to Mr. Andrew's office 
for the interview.

Craig's office was in a typical multi-story office building. She went 
up the elevator and got off at the appropriate floor. Next, she went 
into the lobby, signed in, and waited.

Several minutes passed, and a gentleman walked into the lobby.

"Cherri?" he asked.

"Yes," she said, getting up and extending her hand.

"Craig Andrews, nice to meet you."

He was cute, she thought. A little older than her, with black and gray 
hair. Well built, and with defined features.

He escorted her through the maze of cubicles and aisles to his office 
which was in the back.

When she entered, she immediately noticed how informal it seemed. There 
was no desk, only a few chairs, couch, and tables.

"Wow, cool office," she said as she entered. "Or is this a living room?"

He let out a light laugh and motioned for her to sit down. "It's my 
office, but I work better like this."

They talked for a few minutes about his company; and her background, 
experience, etc.

As their current conversation was drawing to a close, he asked her if 
she had any questions, and she asked him to draw an organizational 
chart where she'd fit within the organization if she was hired, and 
accepted the offer.

As he got up to roll over a white-board easel, she couldn't help but 
notice a bulge which was pretty prominent.

He drew several lines and boxes and began to explain the organizational 
structure to her, and his bulge wasn't ceasing. Getting turned on as 
well, she couldn't help but to spread her legs a little bit and give 
him a peek up her skirt.

She could tell he noticed, since his eyes kept drifting downwards and 
his speech slowed, becoming more concentrated.

She spread her legs a little further, and Craig could now tell that she 
wasn't wearing any panties. The boner which was only slight in his 
pants was now becoming pronounced.

She knew he wanted her, and she wanted this job. So, she stood up, 
walked over to the white-board, and wrote in a different color, "FUCK 
ME." next to his name.

He didn't say a word as he just looked into her eyes.

With the same marker, she wrote again on the white-board, "FUCK ME." 
under her previous writings.

He took his hands and unbuttoned her blouse, as she unzipped her skirt. 
By the time he finished with her blouse, she let her skirt fall to the 
floor. The only thing she was wearing was a bra.

"I'm a married man," he said to himself.

"Where's the ring?" she scoffed back.

"I can't wear rings, they make my knuckles swell."

"Looks to me like you're knuckle on your ring finger isn't the only 
thing swelling," she said as she gently grabbed his crotch.

She unbuttoned his shirt, took it off, and quickly folded it as she set 
it on a nearby table. Next, she pulled up his undershirt, and set it 
aside as well.

With his well defined chest now at her grasp, she ran her tongue over 
his pecs and gently bit his nipple.

He wasn't going to let her be the only one doing the nibbling, and 
reached down and gently bit her ear. As he did this, she quickly 
unfastened his belt and pants, and they fell to his ankles.

She reached into his BVDs and gently stroked his confined cock as they 
began to kiss passionately. She could feel the wetness of his head from 
his pre-cum, and gently pulled his shorts down.

The two walked backwards towards the couch, and he gently guided her 
down. Leaving one foot off the seat and resting on the floor, he layed 
down on top of her.

She could feel her tight pussy fill up as he inserted his hard shaft 
deep within, and began thrusting; hard and deep.

They continued to kiss each other's lips and neck, as Craig continued 
his thrusts. But, like most men, he was spent after only a few minutes, 
and without even bringing her to orgasm yet.

He got off of her and reclined back on the couch as she got up to put 
her clothes back on and leave.

"Do you want the job?"

"Yes, but now it's going to cost you." she said, zipping up her skirt.

"What do you mean?"

"You came before I did," she continued, buttoning up her blouse.

"I'm sorry." he said, getting up. "I'll offer you an additional $50,000 
if we can do this at least once a week while you're here."

"Deal," she said. "But, you think you've just hired a whore, but who's 
got who by the balls now?" and reached down to squeeze his nuts firmly.

Grunting from the pressure, he quietly let out, "Are you sure you're 
not related to my wife?"

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