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"Thank you for taking the time to come out and speak with us. We'll give you a call if you are selected."
I couldn't help but laugh a little. That was the worst interview I had ever gone on. There was literally zero chance I was getting this job. Why they were pretending they might be calling me was a joke.
How bad was it, you ask? It was so bad that they didn't even bother introducing me to the woman I was trying to be the personal assistant for. I spent the entire time talking to an HR person, who I guess did not love my bluntness and lack of enthusiasm.
It's total bullshit, if you ask me. Anyone who is enthusiastic about being someone's personal assistant is either dumb as a rock or just fucking lying. A personal assistant is a glorified slave. Nothing more.
Whatever. This gig wasn't really my thing anyway. The interview had been set up by my roommate, but I came in with no real expectations. I only agreed because I was starting to get desperate. I had been unemployed for almost a year thanks to fucking COVID, and my art history degree certainly wasn't impressing employers. I needed a job, even if I didn't like it. If only for the paycheck.
I grabbed my portfolio, and left the conference room we had been in. I was eager to get back in my car and try to avoid the rush hour traffic that was certainly already beginning to pile up. But first, I had to make a pit stop at the front desk to have my parking validated.
"How'd the interview go?" The secretary asked while taking my parking stub. "Will I be seeing more of you?"
She was cute, and honestly, the few minutes of talking with her in the lobby before the interview was the only thing that had been enjoyable about the afternoon. Her name was Sally and she was very much my type. Long, auburn hair, big blue eyes, long eyelashes, and I couldn't be sure, but the tiny amount of cleavage that she showed made it seem like there was a much bigger rack under that blouse of hers than she was letting on. I thought about getting her number, but decided against it. I don't get into the city much, and dating someone here would be a hassle and a half.
"Probably not," I said, shaking my head. "Jim didn't seem to think my knowledge of baroque era painters was very applicable to the job."
She giggled.
"Here you go! Can I do anything else for you?" She said, handing my stub back to me.
"Actually, yeah. Can you tell me where the men's room is?" I didn't want to spend the next hour plus in my car needing to piss, so I figured I'd go before getting back in my car.
"Our men's room is currently out of service right now, but you can use the women's room. It's right next door on the right."
A bit weird, but OK.
I walked out of the office and walked into a women's bathroom for the first time in my life. It was like walking into a different dimension — one where bathrooms weren't wretched places. It was trippy. There were fancy lotions and soaps. There was potpourri by the sink. There was a sofa area for some reason — it was luxurious. If this is what every women's room looks like, I felt like guys are seriously getting shafted.
I looked around for a urinal, but felt silly when I realized that of course there wouldn't be anything like that here. So I went into a stall and began to do my business.
I was about halfway done when someone else walked in and opened the stall next to me. I knew it was a woman based on the sound of her shoes, and I instantly felt bad. Even if I had been given permission, it still felt wrong to be in there.
"Sorry I'm in the women's room. I was told it was OK, but I'll be out of here in a second."
"Don't be silly. Take your time," the mysterious voice replied.
Take my time? Who takes their time in a bathroom?
I finished up, flushed the toilet, and I turned around to leave the stall. But as I did, I saw something that DEFINITELY didn't fit with the classy ambiance of this lavatory. There was a hole in the wall of the divider. I was stunned. It was an actual glory hole.
I must have stared at it for a full minute trying to determine if it was an optical illusion. Because surely it wasn't actually there, right? I was so convinced it was a detailed drawing that I had to reach out and touch it to confirm it was in fact there. This was a first for me. Sure, I had heard about them, but I had never been somewhere sketchy enough to have one. I CERTAINLY wouldn't have thought a fancy bathroom in an office building would have one.
"I see you have finally noticed this bathroom's featured attraction," said the mysterious stranger again.
Was she tempting me?
I weighed my options. If I tried to "use it" and she wasn't expecting it, I was fucked. She would shriek in horror, and I'd have to haul ass out of there to avoid getting arrested. Then again, if she WAS interested, well then I was fucked. And she DID point it out to me.
Fuck it. It's not like I'll ever be back here again.
I took my cock back out and began stroking it to get it hard. I didn't know what the protocol for this kind of thing was, but I felt like it was rude to present a limp noodle.
"I don't have all day," she said impatiently. "Or are you gonna be a chicken shit?"
I guess that answers my question.
I was still only about 75% there, but I guessed that would have to do. I certainly didn't want her to leave. So at that, I slowly slid my cock through the hole.
"My, my! Aren't I a lucky girl!"
"Still think I'm a chicken shit?"
"Absolutely not. I am impressed you managed to get all of this through the hole." She began stroking me with both hands.
I can't say that I was surprised by the woman's reaction. After all, she was far from the first to have made a comment regarding my size. At about seven inches (with decent girth), I knew I was pretty big. Still, hearing that I have a big cock never gets old.
"So what's your name?" I asked.
"That's not how this works. No names."
"So, what? You are just some cock-hungry slut that can't make it through the work day without getting her fix?"
I couldn't believe those words came out of my mouth. Sure, I had talked dirty before, but nothing like that. Nothing degrading. I guess I got caught up in how trashy this all was. I mean, this woman was going to suck my dick through a hole in the wall without knowing my name or what I look like. That's a little slutty, right?
"I'm whatever you and this monster want me to be, baby."
This is the greatest bathroom ever.
She started slowly, kissing along my shaft with what felt like very plump lips. Then she began licking it a little, using her thumb to rub around the head of my dick, causing it to twitch like crazy. It all felt amazing, but I wanted more.
"Are you gonna suck my cock, or am I gonna have to find someone else to do it?"
"Patience, young man. A beautiful specimen like this deserves to be worshipped."
OK, that was definitely a new one. Worshipped?
"Mmmm, big AND tasty," she purred, after licking the slit on my mushroom. I guessed I already had some precum starting to come out.
"There is a lot more where that came from."
"There had better be." And with that, she finally took as much of me into her mouth as she could. It was so sudden and felt so good that it made my knees weak and I almost fell down.
I began to imagine what this little vixen looked like.
Was it possibly the office secretary? She's the only one that knew I was headed in here.
If it was her, I was completely fine with that, though I thought it was a stretch. Sally had pretty thin lips, and the ones wrapped around my shaft were anything BUT thin. They were the epitome of dick-sucking lips, and she was proving that wasn't just an expression.
The truth is that this could have been anyone. I mean, shit, I wasn't even sure it was a WOMAN. Sure, it sounded like they were wearing high heels when they walked in, but maybe I was wrong about that. Or maybe it was a guy who likes to wear heels. Who am I to judge?
It didn't really matter. Whoever it was, they knew what they were doing. After slowly getting used to my girth during the first few minutes, they were now taking my entire length down their throat. It had been so long since someone was able to deep throat me that they could look like Shrek for all I cared. It was sensory overload.
"Fuck, that feels incredible. Keep doing that right there," I said, trying to encourage her. I could hear her gagging on my cock, a sound that filled me to the brim with desire. So much so that I subconsciously started thrusting against the hole.
"That's it...fuck...my...slutty...mouth," she said between my pumps.
I had never wanted to grab someone by the hair so bad. I wanted to pull her hair and force my dick even further down her cock sleeve of a mouth. That's the one thing that made a glory hole suck, to be honest. I felt like Ricky Bobby — I didn't know what to do with my hands. All I could really do was put them on the divider and pretend I was feeling up the world's flattest woman.
"I'm getting close," I said, not sure what the protocol for this kind of thing was.
"Not yet," she said, immediately stopping. I could hear what sounded like her standing up and flattening out her skirt. Then I heard her open her stall.
Is this bitch gonna leave me hanging?
My question was answered immediately, as I heard the door to my stall being pushed on.
"Are you gonna let me in, or what?"
Fuck yeah!
I unlatched the lock and it immediately burst open.
What did my mystery woman look like, you ask? Well, it wasn't Shrek, that's for damn sure. No, the woman I was staring at might as well have been a pornstar. She was about thirty-five years old, but it was hard to tell because nothing about her was natural. Her platinum blond hair, spray-on tan, fake tits, lips — all of it was fake. It was clear that she had paid a lot of money to look like a hoe. The fact that she came into the stall with disheveled hair, streaky eyeliner, and spittle all over her chin only added to the persona. Her white blouse has been completely unbuttoned and her bra (which had clasps in the front), has been undone, exposing what I assumed were much larger than DD tits. I didn't know what she was like on the street, but right now, she was nothing but a fuck doll that wanted to be used by my big cock.
She stepped into the stall licking her lips and closed the door.
"Here's what is going to happen," she said, pushing me down so that I was now sitting on the toilet. "You are going to take that big dick and fuck me until the entire floor can hear me. Understood?"
I guess she's in charge now? Not that I'm complaining.
She never gave me a chance to say anything. Instead, she turned around, slid her panties to the side, and sat down on my cock, burying it deep within her soaked cunt.
"God, you really are a little slut, aren't you?"
"I'm a slut for this big cock. I love it so fucking much, you have no idea."
She wasn't kidding about the entire floor hearing this. As she bounced up and down on me, my little blowup Barbie was screaming at the top of her lungs. It would have been off-putting had it been anyone else, but given everything else about her, it fit.
She continued fucking herself on my dick, trying to grab anything in the stall for leverage in an attempt to slam herself even harder onto my cock. I slipped one of my arms around her and pinched one of her swollen nipples. It seemed the implants hadn't done anything to desensitize them, because that set her off even more. I felt her cum on my dick, causing her pussy to flood with her juices, which began to trickle down into my balls as we continued to go at it. It made for an even slicker and faster fuck.
"Fuck yes, Dalton! Pinch my nipple! Harder!"
Wait... how the fuck did she know my name?
But the question exited my consciousness as quickly it entered as I felt the tickling inside my groin that let me know I was close. I began to thrust upward as she crashed down on my lap, meeting her halfway on every stroke. The clap of her fat ass slapping against my hips echoed throughout the bathroom. We were fucking with a reckless abandon that I had never experienced before. Every muscle in my body was tense and ready for what was going to be an unforgettable finish.
"Fuck, Dalton! Fuck me just like that! Keep going!"
"You want me to fill that dirty cunt of yours with my seed?"
"Oh God, yes!" She wailed.
"Beg for it. Tell me how much you want to be my little cum dump."
"Dalton, please! Cum inside me! Fill me up so it leaks out of me for the rest of the day!"
I obliged. As every muscle in my body tensed up, my balls released everything they had to give. If I wasn't sitting down already, I would have collapsed. Hell, even while sitting down, I still had to grab hold of both of her bolted-on tits to keep myself from falling off the toilet.
It felt like I spent more than a minute unloading in this woman's needy slit, all while she continued to grind on top of me, trying to milk more of my spunk out. She was literally sucking the life from me. By the time I was finished, I was exhausted and ready to take a nap.
My mystery slut stood up and walked to the mirror, beginning to fix her disheveled clothes and makeup. It was as if she was unaffected by what we had just done.
"Well, Mr. Jeffries, you certainly proved yourself capable enough to fulfill this role. Can you start Monday?"
"Huh?" I had no idea what was going on.
"I'm Matilda Davis. You just interviewed to be my personal assistant?"
Wait wait wait... This was the woman that I had interviewed to work under? What the fuck?!
"Um...yeah. OK," I finally sputtered out.
"As you can see, I'm very demanding of my personal assistant. I expect them to take care of ALL of my needs. Will that be a problem?"
"No, Miss Davis." I was still trying to catch up.
"Sweetie, you just spent fifteen minutes calling me a slut, whore and whatever else, you can drop the formalities. Call me Tilly."
"Sure thing, Tilly," I said, finally standing up and buttoning my fly.
When her makeup was finally to her satisfaction again, she turned around and gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"Be in my office by 8 a.m. and we can talk specifics then. I think we are going to have a lot of fun working together." And with that, she exited the bathroom.
I guess it wasn't such a shit interview after all.
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