The Job Interview- Part II - Sex Stories

The Job Interview- Part II

... pussy a few second later. Jill didn’t hold back. “Oh my fucking gawd, I’m cuuuuuuumming!” she extolled. She locked her hands around Jim’s waist and thrust her hips upwards, arching her back. “Ooohhh, yes!!! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Katy yelled to none one in particular. Jim slipped out of Katy and leaned back against the interview desk. “That was intense!” he exclaimed, reaching over and shutting off the camcorder. I sat on the couch beside my friend. Her eyes were rolled into the back of her head. “Off the charts, intense.” I added. Jim smiled as he pulled his pants up and refastened them. “We may have to promote you to talent scout,” Jim remarked, as I slipped my jeans back on. “How much does it pay?” I asked. “It is a commission-based job,” Jim responded. “Can I still model?” I asked. “Of course,” Jim responded. Katy was speechless. “Are you OK?” I asked, looking down at her as she lay on the couch. “It depends on the definition of OK,” Katy responded, breathlessly. “Give me a few minutes and I’ll let you know.” Jim typed on a keyboard under his desk. “I just sent the video off to the producers,” he remarked, as Katy sat up. She took a deep breath and forcefully exhaled. “Wow!” Jill remarked. “ That was intense!” I put on my bra and my buttoned up my blouse, as Jim reviewed the video on the camcorder. After a few seconds, the reply email “chimed.” “She is in,” Jim responded. “The producers like you both and would like to schedule follow up interviews for ...

... next week.” I patted Jill on her thigh. She smiled. Thanks,” she replied. “No,” Jim interrupted, “Thank you, to the both of you, and congratulations!” “So when do we get to meet the producers?” I asked. “We will call you,” Jim responded. “Just give us a few days.” Katy slipped her halter top back on and wiggled back into her designer jeans. She took a brush from her purse and combed her hair. She then took out a compact mirror and reapplied her pink lip gloss. I did the same, as Jim sat and watched the video. He pushed the stop button on the camcorder. Jim walked us to the front door and thanked us again for coming in for the interviews. Katy and I sat in my car for the longest time, speechless. I put on my sunglasses and looked at her. “You are too fucking sexy,” Katy remarked. “You too,” I replied, “and I don’t even like girls.” “Me neither,” Katy responded, putting on her designer shades, “But you, I like.” Katy patted my thigh. “Let’s keep it between us,” Katy remarked. “I will,” I replied, “Just don’t ever kiss me like that again.” Katy laughed. “You liked it and you know it,” she remarked. I had to admit it. I did like it. It was surreal. I liked guys, a lot, and always have, but Katy gave me a fresh perspective on sensuousness, and eroticism, a perspective I had never before experienced. “I’ll tell you what,” I replied, “If I am ever between boyfriends, I know where I am going.” Katy smiled and replied, “Any time, girl friend . . . . anytime.”