THE CANDIDATE

Copyright Ó Steve Marsh 2001

As the bus ground slowly to a halt at my stop, I almost forced my way through the sliding doors into the gray, rainy London morning. I shouted “Thanks!” to the driver, half-sarcastically, a grunt in reply. Late again for another bloody job interview. Only six months out of college, twenty-three years old, and still not managed to pin down any sort of half-decent job. Wonder why I’d bothered going to University at all.

I ran through the wet streets, through the hordes of grim-faced office workers undertaking the daily trudge to work. Only eight hours to go before it’s all over for another day. At the corner of one street, I looked up to read the street name on the tall building, rain spattering my face, holding it there, feeling the cool water cleaning away the London grime. I looked back to the printed map in my hand, ink running on the rain-washed paper. Should be only a few hundred yards away. I ran further down the road, and reached a small but modern building. I checked the nameplate outside the revolving door. This would be it, the advertising agency. I could see myself as an advertising executive. One day perhaps. This job would be an office junior’s type of post, start at the bottom, find out about the business, and work your way up in time. In time, what a laugh. I crashed through the revolving doors, holding on to my bag in one hand, fastening my tie with the other, dripping rain off my tousled, wet hair. I announced myself to the receptionist, looking at me half-hysterical, half-pitiful. She told me to take a seat, help myself to coffee. My interviewers would be with me shortly. How many times have I been through this routine in the last six months? After about half an hour, two women stepped boldly through the foyer to the reception desk. One was mid-forties, long, black hair. Attractive, tall, voluptuous figure, large breasts and round ass straining through the dark suit, skirt hem slightly above the knees. The other woman was much younger, late twenties I would guess, thinner, but good figure, shorter, cropped blonde, almost spiky hair. Her suit was bright green, matching jewellery, an interesting juxtaposition with the dark suit and heavy gold ornamentation adorning the older woman. After a brief conversation at the desk, they both approached me. “Mr Marsh”, the older woman announced. I nodded, trying not to appear intimidated. “I am Jenny Halgrove, Director of the Agency. “This is my assistant, Annabelle Peters”. “Nice to meet you both”, I said. They both smiled gently.

They led me along artistically decorated corridors, up stairs, at times my face almost against Jenny’s backside as she led the way. Finally, we reached the interview room, and settled ourselves in the luxurious leather surroundings.

The interview proceeded, the usual questions, why I wanted to work there, running through my resume. My concentration ebbing, Jenny sliding slowly down her chair, black stocking tops peeking at me from beneath the black skirt, wicked sparkle in her eyes, but no change in the rest of her demeanor. Trying to snap myself back into the rhythm of the interview, I turned my attention to Annabelle, all the time trying to respond to their probing questions. My eyes drawn to Annabelle’s mouth, lips apart, pencil penetrating her lips, tongue flicking the tip of the writing implement. Am I imagining this? Suddenly, I find myself drowning in silence.

“Sorry?”, I ask, “I missed the question.” Annabelle smiling gently, her legs spreading slightly apart.

Jenny spoke again. “We wanted to know if you had any questions”.

“No, err, I don’t think so”, I said, unconvincingly.

They sat silently for a minute, occasionally looking at each other, giving me time to think of any questions. After a while, Jenny resumed.

“Fine, well thank you for coming in. I have to say that we are quite impressed with what we have seen today”. Smiling gently at Annabelle. “There is a final test we ask candidates to undertake” Annabelle and Jenny grinning more widely at each other now.

“If you work here,” continued Jenny, “you must be able to kiss my ass”. Waiting for the response. Nothing from me, too startled to reply. “Well, can you handle that? You haven’t been able to take your eyes off us since we walked into reception”.

I reddened quickly, muttering apologies.

“Don’t be shy, boy. Let’s give it a try; I’m sure you can manage it. Stand up and come over here”.

I stood up slowly, Jenny coming round the desk to meet me. She leant over the desk, her back towards me, and hitched up her skirt, revealing the rest of the stocking tops, and the tanned flesh beneath her silk, black panties. I knelt down on the floor, and began kissing her ass cheeks through the material. She and Annabelle laughed together, and then Jenny reached back, and ruffled my hair before pushing my head deeper into the crevasse between her cheeks. “Give it some tongue, boy”, she whispered hoarsely.

By now I was hard, my cock straining for release in my trousers. I pulled back slightly, and began gently pulling down Jenny’s knickers. Down to the floor, past her high heels. My face back to her ass, pulling apart her cheeks, the clink and glint of more jewellery between her legs, hanging slightly from her pussy lips. My head now up her butt, my tongue finding her anus, my hands reaching forward, probing her pussy, finding her clitoris and rubbing gently, pulling softly at the hanging gold.

My efforts were soon rewarded with appreciative sighs from Jenny. “Oh, he’s good Anna, you want to come and get some?”

Little prompting needed, I continued to fondle and lick at Jenny’s cunt and arse hole. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Anna standing. She quickly undressed to reveal a slim figure, tattoos around the belly button and arm, piercings at the belly button and in both nipples. For a second I paused, not believing my luck, but then quickly redoubled my efforts.

Anna came and stood next to Jenny and me, at the same time Jenny turning around to face us. I was still kneeling, now with two pussies adjacent to my face. I looked up to see them both kissing, tongues intertwined, Jenny fondling Anna’s pierced nipples, Anna removing the last of Jenny’s clothing. They both stopped momentarily, and looked down at me. They didn’t need to say anything.

I resumed playing with Jenny’s pussy, another finger probing her ass gently, pushing firmly in until it was right in to the knuckle. I did the same with Anna, until my fingers were in both girls’ anus and pussy at the same time, my tongue licking at Anna, and the two women kissing passionately above me. After what seemed a blissful eternity, the two women pulled me up to a standing position, and, upright, we all kissed, three tongues dancing together in breathless desire.

Jenny and Anna stripped me quickly, and knelt down to work on my erect cock. The took it in turns to suck and lick the head, shaft, and balls, playing with my cock and anus until I thought I was going to explode. Jenny sucking my dick, Anna behind me, tongue and fingers probing my arsehole.

When I thought I wouldn’t be able to last much longer, they stopped, Jenny pulling me to my feet. “Right”, she said, “let’s see how much you really want this job”. I’d forgotten all about the job by now, and frankly didn’t care any longer. Jenny and Anna held a hand each, and walked me over to the sofa. They lay me on my back, Jenny squatting above my cock, Anna straddling my face. Jenny lowered her pussy onto my dick, and, once deep inside her, the burning heat of her wetness fuelling our desire, began riding me, harder and harder. At the same time, Anna positioned her cunt above my face, and I eagerly pushed my face upwards, to devour her pussy and ass.

After an age of fucking, Jenny pulled off, and I looked down to see what was next on the menu. She repositioned herself slightly, grinning at me, and slowly lowered her asshole onto my cock. It was a tight fit, and took some effort, but I was not the first for her, though it was my first anal, and soon I was in to the hilt, Jenny masturbating herself while the friction increased in her ass. The frantic thrusting and licking continued until, no longer able to restrain our desire, Jenny and I came together, my seed planting itself deep inside her ass. She raised herself from me.

For a short while we all rested, but before long I felt the warm wetness of Jenny and Anna’s mouths around my flaccid cock, the stirrings soon beginning all over again.

“Time for you to do some work”, whispered Anna, as she lay back on the sofa, her legs spread apart. Jenny sat next to her, kissing her mouth gently, and fondling her breasts, occasionally moving down to kiss and bite her pierced nipples. Anna’s pussy was wet from a mixture of her own juices and my saliva, and I entered her easily. The three of us fucked like that for what seemed like and age, moaning, squealing, licking, sucking, and fucking, until having fully satisfied ourselves, we all lay on the sofa together, in each others’ arms, gently kissing and caressing each other.

Finally Jenny spoke. “Well, thank you for coming to the interview. We have both been very impressed with your performance”. She looked at Annabelle, and they both laughed. “We must move along now, our next candidate is waiting for us in reception. Could you ask the receptionist to bring her up, on your way out?”

I dressed quickly, said my goodbyes, and left them both, arm in arm, on the interview room sofa.

I never heard anything else, and never got the job, but I feel a lot more positive about attending job interviews nowadays!