The Job, chapter one

[pen name]

I was 27 when I applied for the job. I had moved to New York City after
a particularly nasty breakup with a boyfriend. My first interview was as
secretary to several executives at a small brokerage house.

The lobby was crammed with applicants, women of all ages and sizes and
even a couple of men. The receptionist, an extremely attractive young
black woman with a knockout figure, seemed pleasant and competent,
dispensing coffee and reassurance to the nervous group. When my turn
came and she escorted me to the interview room, she introduced herself,
then looked me up and down and said, "Honey, if your skills are as good
as your body, the job is probably yours."

"Thanks Cathy!" I said, feeling my confidence surge. My skills were
excellent: 125 wpm typing and 150 wpm shorthand, plus very fine
organizational, bookkeeping and letter writing skills. I couldn't help
wondering, though, what she meant by the "as good as your body" comment.
I had a pretty terrific body, but what difference did that make?

The interview went well. Mr. J. was businesslike but friendly and seemed
impressed with my skills. "We've got a lot of people to interview yet,
but I expect you'll be hearing from us," he said, shaking my hand warmly
as I left. I was happy. The salary was excellent and I'd be serving
several executives as well as doing receptionist duties, which would
keep me from getting bored.

Two days later Cathy called and told me they'd narrowed the field to
three applicants including me. We made an appointment for a second
interview. "Julie," she suggested, "instead of wearing business clothes,
dress as you would for a dinner date."

"Why would I do that?" I asked, surprised.

"Just trust me. I want to see you get this job, and believe me it will
give you a better chance."

"Okay, I will, and thanks Cathy." I hung up feeling curious and a bit
apprehensive; but when the time came I did as she said, wearing a rather
tight black dress with a low-cut neckline, black stockings with seams,
and 3½" black spike heels. I wore a wonder bra and added a crystal
pendant to accentuate my cleavage, plus a little extra makeup. They
wanted hot, I'd give 'em hot!

"Hello Mr. J., I'm so glad you wanted to see me again!" I said as I went
into the interview room.

"Hello Julie. Call me Bob. You look lovely today," he replied, shaking
my hand with an appreciative look. "This is Frank, John, and Carl, three
of the other men you'll be working for." They all stood and shook my
hand in a polite, friendly manner. I felt encouraged. After we were all
settled, Bob cleared his throat and started explaining things to me.
"This job is a busy one and requires excellent secretarial skills. We've
narrowed it down to three very well qualified women including you. This
second interview is to find out which of you is qualified for the
additional duties that are required."

"Additional duties?" My heart sank; I really was not interested in such
things as retrieving laundry or selecting gifts for or lying to wives
and girlfriends.

"These extras involve, umm, special favors for all of us,
specifically…sexual favors."

I was speechless. Never had any employer even hinted at anything like
this, and I felt insulted. "Thank you, no." I said angrily, giving him
an icy look as I stood to leave.

"Just a minute Julie! You're free to leave of course, but please stay
and hear us out. You may be pleasantly surprised."

I don't know why, but I sat back down. I was curious as to why he might
think I'd find such an insulting offer pleasant. "There are six of us
men here. We're all married and don't cheat on our wives. We believe in
fidelity, plus with all the diseases out there these days it's just not
smart to sleep around. Like most men, however, we crave some variety.
After a long talk over a few too many drinks, we decided to pool our
resources and hire someone to satisfy our needs. The problem was, none
of us wanted a prostitute. Cathy was here and we all had the hots for
her, so we asked her. She accepted our offer and has been doing her
double duties for a couple of years now. She's getting married soon and
wants to quit working, unfortunately for us. We're all so happy with the
system that we really want it to continue. You're our first choice; I
was extremely impressed with your brains, beauty and personality, and I
think the other guys agree with me." They all gave hearty agreement.

"Basically what the job involves is being available to any of us
whenever we want sex. It's all done during work hours so your free time
is your own. It could be any kind of sex, especially oral, and also
including anal intercourse but not anal licking. Once in awhile we do a
group thing, but mostly it's individual. You could probably expect to do
each of us two or three times a week on average. We all shower every
morning and are disease free. We aren't sadistic or weird. We don't use
condoms, but none of us engage in any other sex outside the office
except with our wives. You would need a medical clearance before working
here, and we all get checkups every three months. You're allowed a
private sex life but we do ask that you be careful. We all throw $100 a
week cash into the pool, so that's $600 a week-$28,800 a year after we
deduct your four weeks' vacation time--cash, tax-free, over and above
your already generous salary. Sometimes we'll ask you to do a client,
but that is always up to you, and we give you an additional $120 if you
do. Very rarely we might ask you to spend a weekend with someone. For
example, I took two clients out on my boat one weekend last summer, and
Cathy came along and serviced both of them. She even managed to fit me
in." The other men chuckled and Bob smiled. "But again that would be up
to you, Julie, and we'd pay extra." Bob stopped and looked at me sitting
there in shock. "We knew you'd be taken aback by our idea and are happy
to give you a couple days to think it over. Like I said you're our first
choice, but we aren't going to hire anyone unless she agrees to our
arrangement. Cathy has offered to talk with you about it if you have
questions. You two could go to lunch together. She says she has a good
feeling about you." He smiled at me.

I just sat there, stupefied. My initial self-righteous anger was giving
way to a feeling of interest--and shock at myself for being interested.
$30,000 a year to be a hooker? A hooker! What was I thinking?! But my
mind kept coming back to one unforgettable fact: $30,000 a year cash. I
could not believe I was actually considering saying yes! I decided to
talk to Cathy about it. "Alright Mr. J.," I said in a business-like
manner, deliberately using the formal name, "I'll think it over." I
stood up, hardly feeling my legs under me.

"Excellent!" said Bob. "I really hope we'll be hearing from you."

They all stood up and he escorted me to the door. I went into the lobby
and looked at Cathy; I was obviously still in shock. She laughed. "I see
they explained it all to you! Do you want to go to lunch, hon?" I
hesitated, but agreed. I wanted to find out more about this. Cathy
seemed so nice. At the very least I had to reconcile my impression of
her with my new knowledge of her.

Needing privacy, we got Chinese to go, the boss's treat, and went to a
secluded area of Central Park. "Tell me," was all I could say.

"Believe me, I was as shocked as you when they first suggested it to
me!" she said, laughing. "Boy was I pissed! I was so insulted, and hurt
too because I'd always liked working there and they'd been nice to me. I
quit on the spot. I said they thought I was a whore because I was black.
But they assured me that wasn't true. They begged me to stay; gave me a
raise, in fact. They explained how they wanted a safe outlet for their
sex drives and that they all liked and respected me and had the hots for
me. Then they offered me the extra money. I thought about it for a long
time and decided to give it a try, with the understanding that if I
changed my mind at any time, we'd stop and I could keep my job. They
agreed. That was two years ago and I've never regretted it." She munched
her mushu contentedly.

"Why have you never regretted it, Cathy? It seems like there would be
much to regret." I was more confused than ever.

"Well…look Julie, you have to love sex or you could never do this. Do
you love sex?" she asked in all sincerity.

"God yes!" I exclaimed. "I haven't had any in over three months, but I
could do it 24 hours a day, seems like. Nobody can ever keep up with
me!" We both laughed.

"Mmm-hmm, I'm the same way. Well, suddenly I was getting enough. It's
wonderful! In fact, that's the only bad thing about quitting. I want to
settle down with my fiancé and make babies, but I'm a bit worried the
withdrawal will be too much for me." We giggled at her silly pun.
"Seriously though Julie, I have enjoyed the sex. I was only doing it for
the money; I felt like a hooker and was disappointed with myself. I
thought the sex would be distasteful, but the guys are terrific. They're
all kind to me, they never hurt me or anything, and they even make me
cum a lot of the time. It's really just a friendly party every day. A
lot of it is blowjobs. You have to really like giving head or you'll be
miserable. And you have to deep throat; two of them have big ones and
they want that throat action."

"Oooo, I love deep throat! How big?"

"He-he! One's 8" and the other is a whopper, a real thick 9½."

I groaned ecstatically. 9½" and thick too? Wow. "Which one is that?" I
asked.

"Bob, the boss. The BIIIG boss!" We laughed and laughed. "And what's
nice too," she added, "is that he's the one who wants it most. Every
day, sometimes twice a day. And he does it with his wife most nights
too. He's a real go-getter!" More laughter rang through the trees.

"You know Cathy," I heard myself say, "I'm shocked at myself, but you've
almost got me convinced!"

"That's great Julie!" she said. "Don't forget about the money. I've
bought myself a house and invested in stocks and real estate and I'm in
good shape! I'll really miss that," she said wistfully. "Luckily Ted, my
fiancé, has a great job, and we can afford for me not to work. I want to
be a stay-at-home mom, and now I can be."

"Does he know?" I asked with a worried tone.

"No. I almost told him a couple of times, but I love him and don't want
to risk losing him. We're getting married in two months. The guys are
giving us a one-month tour of Europe and Africa for our honeymoon!"

"Wow! They really ARE nice guys aren't they?" I said in all sincerity.

"Yes they are, honey," she said. "I want to quit as soon as possible.
What do you think?"

"I think…I think I can start Monday!" I said. "I think…"

"Really? That's wonderful!" She gave me a hug. "There's just one thing
Julie. The guys want me to see you naked and evaluate your body. It
looks great covered up, but they want to be sure everything is real,
y'know?" I must have looked a bit shocked at this because she quickly
reassured me. "It's strictly on the up-and-up Julie. I'm not trying to
get in your pants!"

I laughed. "Okay," I said.

We went back to the office and into the women's bathroom, where I took
off everything but my stockings and garter belt and let her get a good
look at my body. I'm 5'7" and a bit voluptuous. My ass is round and my
breasts are C's, with a slight, very pleasant droop. My nipples are
small and extremely sensitive; I can sometimes cum with stimulation of
them alone. My hair is blonde, but it's not natural, so my bush is dark
brown. I kept it trimmed but not shaved. My clit was hiding at that
moment, but when I'm turned on it grows to nearly an inch. It really
amazes the guys. My legs are long and curvy. I don't have any trouble
getting dates!

Cathy washed her hands and stood close to me. Raising her hands, she
asked, "Do you mind if I feel your breasts? They want me to check them
for firmness."

"Well, ok," I said, feeling my face get red. Taking a deep breath, she
placed a hand on each tit and squeezed gently several times, moving her
hands around. It felt good. My nipples hardened. "Do you like to have
your tits touched Julie?" she asked. "Can you cum that way?"

"Yes I do and yes I can," I said, a trace of pride in my voice.

"Good! The guys will be glad to hear that!" Releasing my breasts, she
knelt in front of me. "Do you mind if I examine you?" she asked.

"Uhhh, I guess not…" I wasn't sure about this!

"Could you spread your legs please Julie?" she asked. Reluctantly I
moved my feet about two feet apart. Cathy combed my pubic hair back with
her fingers, then gently parted my outer labia. She looked carefully at
my inner pink lips and pulled back the hood of my clit. I was surprised
to feel myself warming up. Placing two fingers around my clit, she
gently shook it while inserting two more fingers into my vagina. They
went in easily because I was getting wet. This really surprised me--I
wasn't a lesbian! "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Your clit is huge!" I
started to say something when I suddenly felt her tongue on my clit! She
was softly licking with the flat part of her tongue. This was wonderful;
too many men think using a pointed, hard tongue-tip is the way to go,
but no: the clit likes soft and wet. She closed her lips around my clit
and started sucking softly, breathing hot air onto it through her mouth.
Immediately it turned red hot. I grabbed her head and pulled her closer.
She pressed her fingers into my G-spot, and within seconds I had an
incredibly intense orgasm, moaning and screaming and bucking my hips
into her face. I couldn't believe this was happening--me with a woman!
As I subsided she slowly released my clit from her suction, but kept her
tongue there until my throbbing ended completely. My legs were so wobbly
I had to sit down in the stall. Cathy laughed. "Well Julie, I guess we
know that you're responsive! I'm sorry, I had no intention of doing
that. I've never even felt a woman's tits before! It's just that when I
saw that huge clit…" Her voice trailed off. "Really, I'm sorry."

"It's ok Cathy," I said weakly. "I've never been with a woman either.
I'm as shocked as you are but I loved it!"

We both laughed. "Look Julie, are you taking the job?"

"Yes."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes Cathy, I'm sure."

"Hooray! Look, it's Thursday. Why don't you start Monday. I'll stay an
extra week or two and show you the ropes of the business and help you
get started with the guys. Maybe we can even have a little fun of our
own…" She raised her eyebrows playfully.

I gave her a mischievous grin. "I can't wait!"

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