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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Cherri Interviews for a Job (MF, ROM)
Date: Sun, 25 Mar 2001 13:10:01 -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.

   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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