The Job Interview- Part II - Sex Stories

The Job Interview- Part II

All weekend, I fantasized about my job interview from Friday. I had applied at a modeling agency and the interviewer had been more than gracious in the initial interview. I had the job and I was happy. Actually, I was ecstatic! I called Jill, a close friend of mine. I couldn’t wait to see her to give her the good news. Jill, like me, was an aspiring model. Where I was the shapely one, Jill was rail thin and had huge boobs. We had met in a modeling class at a local community college and we hit it off, right away. She and I both liked the instructor, a young fellow about twenty-something, from the Julliard School of the Arts in NY, but neither of us had the guts to try and approach him on a personal level. We plotted our attack. I would grab his arms, pull them over his head and she would rip open his shirt. I’d use it to tie his hands and she would strip him of his trousers. The plan was a good one, but neither of us lacked the will to carry it out. Then, we found out he was gay and our bubble burst. Jill worked as a legal secretary and I was the “party” girl, working as a hostess at a local hip hop club. The modeling job was my way to get away from the club. “I got it!” I exclaimed as Jill answered the phone. “Oh yeah!” Jill quietly exclaimed. She was at work, so I understood her reserved response, but I knew she was happy for me. “And . . .” I continued, “They are looking for more models!” “Really?” Jill responded. Her interests were peeked. “What do they pay?” Jill asked. ...

... “A thousand a shoot and up to five, if you do anything involving nudity,” I replied. Jill had no issues with nudity. She once posed fully nude for eight hours while artists tried to recreate her image in oils on canvas. “Didn’t you get horny?” I had asked when she told me about the experience. “Only for short period of time, but after a while, it went away,” she replied, “but that damn watermelon I held between my legs had its issues.” I liked Jill’s sick sense of humor. “How much nudity?” Jill inquired. “As much as you want, I guess,” I replied. I could hear Jill’s mind thinking through the silence on the phone. “If you want, I can set you up with an interview or you can go with me on Monday and check things out for yourself,” I replied. “Let me check with my boss and I’ll let you know,” Jill responded. We hung up and I rubbed my pussy, I was still aching from the previous day’s activities. Jill called back after a few minutes and said he had managed to get Monday off. I was excited, but more excited because I knew she was going to get the fuck experience of her life. Sunday evening, we went out for drinks, like we always did. “What shall I wear tomorrow?” Jill asked as we sipped on our wine at the Vineyard. “I wore a print sundress,” I replied. I wanted to tell Jill how the interview was really going to be conducted, but couldn’t. Jim, the guy that I interviewed with, was drop-dead gorgeous and a good interviewer. I didn’t want to spoil any surprises. “is there anything I ...