(This was a fantasy of a female friend of mine. She knew I enjoyed writing and wondered if I could flesh it out for her into a short story. Let me know what you think.)
Emily's alarm went off at 6am as it did every morning. She would normally hit the snooze once or twice, but today was important. Today she had her interview with the Westling Law Firm. Everything had to be perfect if she was going to get this job. She had applied to several firms around St. Louis, but none of the others seemed interested in her. She was too afraid to ask why, but was even more concerned as to why the Westling, one of the most successful international business law firms in the world, would want her if no one else did. She tried to not think about it too much, but the butterflies in her stomach constantly reminded her.
She showered and stood naked in her apartment room, forgetting that her blinds were open. She looked across the street and saw a man standing in his window staring at her. She smiled and waved coyly before closing the blinds, but only half way. She liked being watched sometimes. It helped her relax some and in truth was a bit of a turn on. If she had had more time, she may have even given a show, but not today. She picked out a knee length black skirt and a light blue silk button up blouse. She wanted to wear her most professional set of black pantyhose, but tried to put them on too quickly and tore a hole down one leg. “Shit!” she thought to herself as she looked over at the clock. She was running late and had to think of something fast. She grabbed her garter belt and a pair of thigh high stockings and quickly put them on. She picked up her front fastening bra, the most comfortable one she had, and then threw on her blouse and skirt before dashing to the door. She stopped just before leaving the apartment, remembering her shoes and her suit jacket. She grabbed them quickly before locking the door and running to the elevator.
“I swear, I would lose my head if it wasn't attached.” Emily mumbled to herself in the elevator, she could be so scatter brained when she was in a hurry. She got in her car and quickly drove to the law office for her interview, hoping she wouldn't be too late. She looked at the clock in her car. “8:30am!” She exclaimed, “I still have 15 minutes to spare!”. She walked excitedly towards the door of the office, but felt a strange breeze up her skirt. She paused, terrified when she finally realized what felt so different. In her rush to get to the interview, she had forgotten her panties.“Too late now.” She composed herself once more and walked through the door.
“Hi!” She excitedly extended her hand to the receptionist,”I'm Emily Carter, and I'm here for my 8:45 interview.” As she shook the receptionist's hand, Emily couldn't help but notice her low cut blouse and a slight hint of her nipples pressing against it. “Guess I am not the only one who forgot their underwear” she thought to herself.
“Welcome to the Westling Law Firm, Ms. Carter, I'm Susan.” The receptionist said warmly. “There is water and coffee over there if you would like. The board will call for you shortly.”
Emily grabbed a cup of coffee and sat calmly in one of the chairs in the lobby, thumbing through her files and credentials. She looked up as the front door opened, smiling at first, but when she saw who stepped through the door, she felt her heart skip a beat. It was the man from across the street. He smiled and nodded to her, adjusting his tie. He was an older gentleman,in his late fifties, and dressed well. Emily tried to bury her eyes in her paperwork as the man walked to the receptionist's desk. “Any calls for me, Susan?” The man asked as he grabbed a cup of coffee. “No, Mr Westling, just the young lady over there here for an interview.” The receptionist pointed to Emily. “Alright. Miss,“ Mr. Westling called to Emily, “If you will grab your things and come into the board room, we can get started.” He smiled as he turned and went through the large doors.
Emily's heart sank. For the past six months of living in that apartment, she had been giving a man a show who may now be her new boss. She wanted to run and hide. Sweat beaded on her forehead, but she also noticed that wasn't the only moisture on her body. She froze as she felt a tingle between her legs. Emily finished gathering her things and stood to walk through the door.
“Word of advice,” Susan whispered, “If the interview isn't going well, lose the coat. The board likes things to be a bit more relaxed.” Susan smiled and winked. Emily nodded, but hadn't actually registered what was said.
Emily walked into the board room, instantly feeling like her heart was going to jump out of her chest. She saw the seven members of the law firm, all men in their forties and fifties, staring at her with somewhat disapproving looks. She nervously passed a copy of her resume to each one. Mr. Westling sat at the center chair of their long table, hands folded in front of him, smirking. He picked up the paper in front of him, looking over the information. “Emily Carter,” he said abruptly, “it says here that you interned for Amnesty International while you were going to school. Tell us about that experience.”
Emily cleared her throat and started going over her talking points. She began to sweat as she noticed not one person on the board seemed interested in anything she had to say. She had never felt this panicked before and already felt like she was bombing the interview.
“Miss Carter,” a bald man on the left interrupted,”I have friends at some of the other firms, and you have bored them with the same story you have now bored us with.” Emily felt angry and ashamed. She saw his name plate on the table in front of him: Mr. Kurt, how fitting. “We have a hundred applicants a day for internships who have scored better on their Bar exam than you did. They are more sure of themselves and more qualified. Please explain to us why we should even allow this interview to continue.”
Emily stood frozen, unable to breathe. “If they didn't want me here,” she thought,”then why schedule the interview?” She had to find the will to fight back. She felt sick, and could feel the room getting hotter.
“Ms. Carter?” Mr. Westling shifted in his chair, “I know that I have seen you somewhere before, but I can't quite place my finger on it.” Emily's eyes widened and her mouth opened slightly. She saw him smirking as he loosened his tie. “I liked your resume and this is my firm, but if the board doesn't agree, then we cannot hire you.”
Emily wasn't sure what to do. She needed this job and wasn't exactly sure what he was asking. She started sweating more, it felt like the heat had been turned up in the middle of summer. She unbuttoned her coat and folded it over a chair. She had finally decided what she was going to say, but when she looked back up, Mr. Westling had stood up and began walking over to her.
“Emily,” Mr. Westling said calmly,” the board needs to know if you are reliable, dependable and, above all else, a team player.” He removed his tie and unbuttoned his top button. “International business law can be a very cut-throat industry and you have to be able to adapt quickly to survive.” He took her hand and held her arm outstretched, placing his tie in her hand. “That is a very expensive tie. Do not let it touch the floor, or this interview is over.” Emily held the tie in her outstretched hand, confused as to what he was doing. Mr. Westling removed his suit jacket and grabbed her other hand, stretching this arm in the opposite direction and placing the coat on that hand. “Same goes for the coat.” He said coldly. He stood in front of her, her arms stretched out into a “T”, and scowled slightly at her. “In all honesty, Ms. Carter, I wouldn't hire you to work probate. Your Bar Exam, your GPA, your life experiences? No. Not one of them is something worth having here, but I know for a fact that you do have one thing we can use.”
Emily's eyes widened as they locked on his. She felt her heart in her throat and wanted desperately to run, but a familiar tingling between her legs convinced her to stay. Mr Westling reached up, brushing her long blonde hair off of her shoulders. He began the painfully slow process of unbuttoning her blouse. She held her breath with fear and excitement, never breaking eye contact. As he finished unbuttoning, he quickly jerked the bottom of the blouse out of her skirt where it had been tucked. He pushed the blouse open past her bra covered D-cup breasts so that the whole room could see them. He paused for a moment, smiling and staring into her eyes, before walking away. Emily stood, still holding his coat and tie in her out stretched arms. Both were starting to grow surprisingly heavy. She watched as the 7 men stared at her breasts as they heaved in and out with each breath. Mr. Westling took his seat and stared intently at her. “Shall we continue this interview, Ms. Carter?” He asked coldly.
Emily bit her lip. “Yes, Mr. Westling, please continue.”
Emily still wasn't sure what compelled her to stay, but the tingle between her legs started to grow. She watched as Mr. Kurt stood up slowly, wobbling his overweight frame to where she stood. She shivered as he leaned in to smell her. She tried to look past him as he began removing his tie and suspenders. He placed them over her outstretched arms in the same manner that Mr. Westling's tie and jacket had been placed.
“You don't smell like flowers.” Mr Kurt grunted. “You should smell like flowers if you work here. Gets the blood moving.” Emily flinched as his hand gripped her large breasts. “Are these things real?” he asked. Emily nodded slowly, closing her eyes. “Get implants. Real tits start sagging.”. With every word he said, Emily felt disgusted. She was ready to leave, but looked over and saw Mr Westling smirking. She felt a finger slide down her breast to the clasp in her bra, quickly unfastening it, freeing her ample thirty six D's from their confinement. As they swung free, she felt Mr. Kurt's hands grip them firmly. Emily flinched, feeling his tongue on her nipple. “Tastes like strawberries. Always a good sign. Well, Mr. Westling, I've seen enough. Shall we have Mr. Hartly continue?” Mr. Kurt jiggled Emily's breasts one last time before waddling back to his seat.
Emily looked down, seeing her naked breasts exposed to these men she had never met before caused her to feel more free than she had ever felt before. She was no longer afraid of what would come next. She watched as Mr. Hartly stood and walked towards her.
Mr. Westling leaned forward and pressed a button on the intercom. “Susan, could you come in please?” “Right away, Mr. Westling.” The door behind Emily opened and closed slowly. She saw Susan step next to her as Mr. Hartly waited. Susan grabbed the ties, coat and suspenders from Emily's arms and placed them over a nearby chair. Emily let her tired arms relax finally before Susan returned, removing her open blouse and bra, placing them on the same chair. Susan leaned forward, whispering into Emily's ear,”You are doing fine. Keep it up.”
Susan turned, walking towards the table where the board members sat. Emily watched as Susan's blouse slid off of her arms and onto the floor. Mr. Westling pushed his chair away from the table and unzipped his pants. Susan looked back at Emily and smiled before getting on her knees and disappearing under the table in front of him. Emily unconsciously licked her lips as she watched Susan's hair bun bobbing up and down in Mr. Westling's lap.
Emily's focus shifted back to Mr. Hartly as he walked around behind her. He reached up, gently caressing her nipples and cupping her tan breasts. “Do you tan nude my dear?” He asked, whispering softly in her ear. She nodded nervously, quivering as she felt his breath on her neck. His hands slipped down her stomach and across her hips to the zipper on the back of her skirt. He slowly unzipped it and let it fall to the floor. The board members stared in awe at her tan, well trimmed vulva.
Emily blushed as she remembered her underwear was missing, and knew that they could see the glistening wetness on her pink lips. She felt Mr. Hartly cup her firm ass with both hands. “Very nice, my dear. Do you work out?” Emily nodded. “Excellent,” he stated, “We have a facility in the office. You will exercise nude when requested, won't you?” Again, Emily nodded. She realized just how much she loved the attention she was getting, and felt a slight bit of jealousy as she heard Mr. Westling moan. Susan stood and turned, walking toward Emily. She took Emily's chin in her hand and leaned forward. Emily instinctively leaned to meet Susan's lips. As their lips met, Emily felt Susan's tongue meet hers, followed by a gooey, salty liquid. She realized it was Mr. Westling's cum that Susan was giving her, causing Emily to moan softly as she swallowed. Before their kiss was finished, Emily felt her knees buckle slightly as she was brought to a small orgasm. Susan pulled away, smiling as she wiped a bit of cum from the corner of Emily's mouth. Without retrieving her blouse from the floor, Susan walked back into the lobby area, closing the door behind her.
Mr. Hartly walked around in front of Emily, staring at the short hairs covering her mound and making note of the garter belt and stockings. “Do you dress like this often, my dear?” he asked.
Emily paused for a moment before responding.“I was in a hurry this morning and forgot my panties,” she said directly, “but, if the board would like, I do have several garter belts to choose from.”
“The board would like that very much. In fact,” Mr. Hartly slid his finger along her folds to collect some of her wetness before bringing it to Emily's own lips, “we request that you never wear panties in this office except for certain... womanly needs. Is that understood, my dear?” Emily nodded as she took his finger into her mouth, sucking gently on the taste of her own wetness. Mr. Hartly pulled out his handkerchief and rubbed it along her slit before bringing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. He smiled and returned to his seat.
“Ms. Carter,” Mr. Westling said as he zipped his pants up, “I happen to know that you have a particular talent that may prove useful for us here at my firm.” Emily panicked slightly, her eyes widening, knowing what he was referring to before he continued. “Would you mind demonstrating it for us?” Emily bit her lip, staring at each of the members of the board before nodding slowly. She started to get down on the floor before Mr. Westling spoke up again. “No, no, not there. Some of our members have difficulty seeing that far. Please, get on the table. Emily slowly stood back up and walked towards the table. As she climbed up onto the cold hard wood, she laid down on it facing up. She looked over at Mr. Westling, waiting for approval. “That is fine, Ms. Carter. You may begin.” he said as he leaned back in his chair.
Emily nervously slid her hand down her body between her legs. She moaned softly as her fingertip grazed past her clit. She watched as each of the men leaned back in their chairs and heard their pants unzip. She was so turned on by being watched that their age no longer bothered her. She slowly slide one finger between her folds, then another, and a third. She began working them around, moaning as her juices flowed. She could hear the men rubbing themselves. Closing her eyes, she worked in a fourth finger, then slowly forced her thumb in and formed a fist inside.
She moaned loudly as she began tensing and relaxing her hand deep inside of her body. She heard the men getting out of their chairs as they circled the table to get a better look. Occasionally, one would touch her breasts or rub her legs, sending shivers down her body. She opened her eyes to see each of them pleasuring themselves around the table. She continued to work her fist around, knowing that their intent was to give her their seed. She closed her eyes again, lost in the moment before hearing a slight grunt come from Mr. Kurt followed by strings of hot sticky cum across her breasts. Without opening her eyes, she moved her other hand between her legs and slowly began working her second fist inside. As she did, she heard another moan followed by more strings of cum spraying on her feet.
One after another, six of the seven board members came on her body. She opened her eyes wide as she felt orgasm after orgasm rock her body. She felt someone grab her hair and turn her head sideways, mouth open in mid orgasm. She saw that it was Mr. Westling who was pumping his shaft furiously before his own climax. The first spurt landed on Emily's cheek, the rest landed on her waiting tongue, bringing her to her final orgasm of the morning as she eagerly swallowed it down.
The men all sat back in their chairs as Emily lay in the center of the table. Exhausted, out of breath and covered in a mixture of sweat and semen, she quivered as she slowly pulled both hands from her body and laid there resting on the table. This was the best experience of her life, and she was going to enjoy working here.
“Susan?”Mr Westling said into the intercom,”Would you please show Ms. Carter to the door?”. Emily froze, wondering if she had heard him right. She looked up at him, lip quivering with fear, confused. “We appreciate your time, Ms. Carter, and we will call you once we have a chance to deliberate about your... ample credentials.” He smirked an evil smirk at her as Susan took her arm and led her out of the door.
Emily felt the tears welling up in her eyes. She did everything they asked and it still wasn't good enough. Susan, still topless in the lobby, kissed her cheek. “It will be ok, Emily. Just give it time, and I am sure Mr. Westling will call you. Now go home and get cleaned up. Emily paused before realizing she was still naked and covered in dripping cum. She started to ask for her clothes, pointing back at the board room. Susan shook her head, “No, you don't want to go get your clothes, trust me. They have cameras in the parking lot. No matter what happens, just strut your stuff to your car with your head held high. They want to see how you react.” Emily nodded, wiping a tear from her cheek before walking through the front doors.
She walked past other lawyers and even a businessman and his partners as they entered the office. She never flinched and smiled at them as they stared at her body. She got in her car, still maintaining her smile as she drove off.
That night, Emily looked at her watch. “Ten pm and still no call.” Her stomach felt like it had been punched. She finally gave in to the idea that she was never going to get a job as a lawyer. She ran a shower, crying softly to herself. She toweled off and walked into her bedroom. The blinds were open as they always were and she saw Mr. Westling standing in his window across the street. She gave a limp smile,waved and began drawing the blinds closed. She heard her phone ring and looked up at him. He was waving his cell phone and pointing at her. She reached over and answered, “Hello? This is Emily.”
She saw him smile. “Good evening, Ms. Carter.” Emily felt both hopeful and abandoned, but tried not to let either show. “I apologize for the latecall, but we at the firm were wondering if you would be available to start tomorrow.” He watched as Emily smiled and nodded. “Excellent. We will see you then. By the way, Susan is taking a week of vacation next week, so, be prepared.”
The call ended before Emily could say anything She knew that meant that she was going to be servicing the board and she loved it. She looked over at Mr Westling who was now rubbing himself as he stared at her. Emily knew what he wanted tonight, and was eager to oblige.