Janie was running seriously late. The taxicab had managed to get lost on the journey across town, the number one wood was more interest in quizzing her about her buck private life-time than following his sat nav. The elevator from the subway car park to the lobby was not working so she had to walk or in her case run a poop knot extra out of the building and back in at street level.

Then the receptionist on nominal head desk had a really of import bit of telephone flirting to do before she could be bothered to deal with Janie.

"Jane Barron, interview, Room One oh three, Eleven thirty,"she blurted out.

"You're late,"the receptionist observed,"Take the center elevator."No good luck or anything the receptionist just picked up her cell again with a bored scowl.

Janie sprinted for the elevator, she had been pretty in effect at 100meter running at high schooling but her three inch bounder were a big handicap as she tore across the lobby.

"One oh three,"she bellowed at the aerodynamic lift operator.

"One oh three,"he replied in a bore monotone and stood watching the main door.

"I'm late !"Janie protested.

"Shoud have gotten up earlier,"the lift guy observed,"Wastes energy just doing trips for one person, improve to wait a minute to see if anyone else rocks up."

"Dam you,"I'll take the stairs,"she snapped, but the doors were closing.

Her nerve was pounding, she needed the job, she didn't really think she had a chance but she would take anything as long as it wasn't McDonalds or Wal mart, or driving a truck, or working in a guardianship home, basically she wanted an gentle 9 to 5 desk job paying mega dollar bill but in her nous she would consider anything.

The face lifting started moving.

She couldn't really understand why she had been myopic listed but she was going to get this job no thing what.

The ski tow stopped. The rise guy had opened an access code venire and pulled a breaker.

"What's your hastiness ?"He asked. She stared at him. He was taller than her, and older but not old, and he wasn't overweight.

"I have an consultation ten proceedings ago and I need the job so get this lift moving !"she snapped.

"How bad, mouthful of jizz bad or slit full of jizz bad ?"he enquired.

"I'll call security !"she threatened.

"No cell signaling in here,"he smirked,"No CCTV neither."

"You bastard,"she squealed.

"You look real number fuckable when you're angry,"he observed.

"You won't get away with this."she protested.

"I guess we both know that's not compensate,"he corrected her,"Look in the mouthpiece will mess up your makeup, in the sanies no one will know."

"You're evil,"she countered.

"Nope, I'm Leslie Howard, Evel is my cousin,"he replied,"Time's wasting, decision time."

Janie weighed up her chances of kicking him in the testis and getting the lift going. She figured they were about zero. She was scared but somehow evoke. Her pussy was getting moist, she was aware of goose excrescence on the bare skin beneath her knee length annulus between the tops of her handle up stockings and the edge of her skimpy panties.

She glanced at her watch.

"Ok you win, lets do it, in my puss Ok ?"she conceded.

"Excellent selection madam, roll your pantihose down."he suggested.

"Hold ups,"she said,"Just ease my pantie aside."

She couldn't believe she just said that.

"Sure doll,"he replied.

He dropped his levis and ten maybe twelve inches of good American English musculus stood up all pink and set up. Janie's center were out on stalk, it was Brobdingnagian, much openhanded than she was used to. Fear made her heart British pound sterling, everything went into slow motion.

He pressed her against the raise car wall and lifted her go away leg with a hand under her upper thigh, he eased up her doll and she caught grip of the hem and held it out of the way.

He took cargo hold of his phallus and guided it so it slid along her inner thigh and gently engaged her puss. She raised herself up as his penis began to ease inside her. It felt so vast, waves of pain and pleasure mingled. Her moist glands went into overdrive and she forgot all about interviews.

It felt so phantasmagoric. No buss, no softheartedness, just a polish pacify fuck. Two masses enjoying a moment of pure pleasure.

The heave started moving again. He had reached up and readjust the breaker.

"You got five floors to induce me cum,"he whispered.

"Shut the piece of tail up and have intercourse me,"she hissed,"I need your jizz material bad."

She couldn't believe what she just said, but she seriously needed to cum and a shot of jizz usually did the trick.

The rhytidoplasty pinged. The doorway opened and the elevator guy started to cum. Red hot jizz started to fulfil Janie's dessert puss as she became aware of respective people clustered around the lift door.

"congratulation, welcome aboard,"an old balding guy she took to be CEO said welcomingly.

She stared. Jizz was still pumping from the elevator guy's tool. She looked at the ceiling in despair.

Then she looked again, the lift guy was giving the thumbs up.

"What exactly the fuck is going on ?"she asked as his spent cock slid from her.

"You got the job wench,"William Henry, the facelift guy said welcomingly as he dropped his rima oris to her cervix and left a real red hicky to blade her as his own.

"H is our CEO,"the balding guy explained,"As well as a persona time taxi driver and rhytidoplasty attendant."

"Oh fuck so you pretty much want a slut who fucks anyone ?"Janie surmised.

"Oh no. just a loose woman who can't resist me,"he countered,"You want the job, respond the telephone set, suck my cock, do some filing, let me jizz in your puss."

"I don't know,"Janie sighed.

"infernal region young woman there's a queue of applicant's if you don't want it,"Henry reminded her as he stuffed his appendage back in his pants.

"If you waned a whore why not advertise for one ?"Janie asked.

"One tends to get the legal injury variety of applicant,"the balding guy replied,"Henry does possess particular requirements in that he hates using condom and often needs swift release during meetings as he finds big business sector a big turn on."

"Ok, LE of the psychotic analys,"Henry interjectd,"But he's not far wrong."

"Ok I guess,"Janie agreed,"Do I have to have it away anyone else ?"

"Only the girls,"one of the daughter standing in the backgroud,"Every Wednesday we have a team building academic session with lesbian sex and bondage."

"You are kidding right ?"Janie enquired.

They weren't