by Angel, Dark
Enough about Jason or how I might want to fuck him...I’m running late! So I grab my work jacket and fling it on just as the big guns start entering my office. Luckily it’s clean and tidy here and I don't need to do much to prepare, having only moved in yesterday.
The senior partners all file in and take a seat at the small table I have set up for meetings in the corner. My new digs are so huge. Jason says "hi" to me with a playful look in his eyes and I ignore him. What is he thinking? He better not give us away...even if we aren’t breaking any rules, it doesn’t mean he needs to walk around like "smell my finger." Or more appropriately for someone like Jason (who is not some shitty frat boy) smell my cock. Because there’s no way my scent isn’t still all over him after the way I shucked myself on him last night.
"Coffee?" I ask them. I take their orders and hand them their cups. I know, a girl handing out coffee when she’s a woman who just got a promotion to partner. But I’m still the subordinate in here because they are senior partners.
"Well," Mike begins after I hand him a three-raw-sugar coffee with a stirring stick. I’m not his mother, but I can hand him what he wants. "We’re here to talk about hiring a lawyer named Marcus. He’s got all the credentials. He went to Yale." He looks up at me over his glasses knowing it’s my alma mater. "I think he’s a good fit. A strong candidate on paper and he’s got a personality that could be a very good fit for this firm."
"Well, what else do we know about him?" I ask. "I mean, what’s this personality of his like?"
Jason pipes in. "He’s a cocky son-of-a-bitch. At least that’s what I heard."
I focus on Jason. "Cocky I can handle." I’m referring, of course, to him. He knows what I mean. I can see the grin on his face.
"And I heard he’s a bit of bad boy," Jason says pretending he didn’t notice. Two can play this game, huh? I’m already enjoying this on so many levels. I’m hot having this meeting with the senior partners, making decisions, showing off what I can do, and trading some slightly filthy thoughts with Jason through the airwaves.
"Yes," Mike says, interrupting the brief moment where I’m thinking about the flutter in my clit at all these thrilling things happening at once. "He got somewhat of a reputation around town. But when have we ever cared about that as long as he gets the job done?" Mike looks to Jason and some of the other partners, then back to me. "And, I think he can do this. He’s won a lot of cases in a short amount of time."
"So, do you want me to interrogate him Mike, or go gently? I can pull the truth out of him about who he is. Just give me the okay." I say with authority, a calm tone but laying it all out there. I can handle anything they have to offer.
Mike smiles at me. He knows I’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing; that’s why he gave me the job.
"You do you, Jacqueline." He says this with such a genuine smile.
I see Jason shift a little in his seat. Ladies, what do you think…does Jason perhaps wanna see me do me?
"Got it. I bite my lip for a moment, nodding. "If everyone’s on board with no additional questions, then I think we’ve summed this up. Thanks guys for being here," I say, happy it was a quick meeting.
They all shuffle out, most taking their coffee with them, and I’m thrilled that this non-billable little fifteen minutes went so damn well. I love the confidence they’ve placed in me here and I’m not letting it go to waste.
Jason makes sure he’s the last to leave. "You got this?" he says.
"Of course."
"I mean I could stay to protect you . . . if you want." He’s teasing me because like, please, we both know I have this.
"Out!" I say, but I’m smiling, too. This is fucking fun. I think I might want to hike up my skirt and sit right on that smug smile of his later.
He’s already on his way when I seize the opportunity to check out that fine ass in another perfect suit. I think Brioni must have him in mind for at least a quarter of their collection, and praise the fashion gods for that. Jason’s so fucking gorgeous. I wish his fucking dick was in my mouth right now if I’m being honest. But I restrain myself, naturally. I have things to do and I’m over here getting myself all keyed up.
I have this normal baseline amount of arousal at work, but I just love the high-intensity environment, right, but someone that I’ve wanted to fuck and have now actually fucked flirting with me? Well, it presents its own share of challenges for sure.
I shake my head and pull my focus to the task at hand. Who is this Marcus anyway? I’ve never heard of him. But he better good. No one who can’t keep up can handle it here. He better be really good. Because let’s face it. We all went to good schools. We’re all good lawyers.
Well, fuck that. We went to great schools. We’re great lawyers. But if you’re a fit for this firm? Well you’ve got even more than that. I hate when managers are all like, "oh I have something in my personality that makes me effective and I can’t teach it" because that’s not how you get results. I need to see tangible value he can add to this company or he’s not getting near my office, or these offices, ever again.
I pull his file from my inbox and start to go over it. His credentials are definitely up to par and everything is there on paper. He does have a solid background. But, that’s not all I need to know.
I’m more interested in why he’s considered a bad boy. This is where my research ability gets really good. I love to pull up dirt on people. Especially ones I’m about to interrogate. Ha! He hasn’t got a chance with me. I’m a very tough recruiter. I’m going to find out if he’s going to be an asset, or a total risk for Stone, Carvall, and Winters.
With that, I go to my computer for a little investigative research. Marcus . . . Marcus . . . Hmmm, where is he? I Google him and there he pops up . . . His chiseled face, shiny hair, and drop-dead gorgeous smile looks me right in the face. He’s on red carpets, at events, all over the place, always with a different girl.
Shit. I had no idea I’d be interviewing someone I already know I probably want to fuck. For all my bravado, I tend to lose myself when approached by a hot, alpha male. It’s my weakness. I mean I don’t have to show it. I face up against alphas plenty, and I fucking win. But I’m already horny and my mind is going to go into overdrive.
And Marcus is alpha for sure. He must be at least 6’4, and by the size of those hands, holding some girl’s waist in a picture, I can tell that he’s gonna be well hung.
I lick my lips and let myself fantasize about being with him while going over his social media accounts. It’s one of my favorite games to play when I see a hot guy. Marcus is beyond hot . . . he’s rugged. I can definitely see how he could get away with being a bad boy. He probably does it in his sleep.
I imagine that he is rough in bed, and that he’s used to getting what he wants. I picture him in our interview, taking me hard from behind. I imagine him squeezing my tits and then craving more. We go at it all night . . .
But, no. This is work. I can’t cross that line . . . again. It’s hard enough to handle Jason at the office without anyone knowing. Too bad Marcus and I'll have to be just friends.
I would say my panties are wet, but today I’m not wearing any, so the wetness slides down my leg and hits my skirt. God, if Jason sees that, he’ll think it’s for him. Nope, I’m into Marcus now. At least until I meet him. One thing’s for sure; this interview won’t be a bore.
Well, two things. I’m such a fucking slut for a good alpha male I’d like between my thighs. But can you blame me?
Marcus
Finally, I get my chance to interview for the most prestigious law firm in the nation, Stone, Carvall, and Winters. I wear my sharpest Armani suit, the lucky one that makes every woman I see start fucking melting in her panties. Not that I’ll need the luck or the suit to impress any woman or any interviewer. I’m used to getting what I want, when I want it because I make it happen. Today will be no different. Plus, I have a proven track record that no firm can deny. I just gotta win this new boss over and I’m all set.
> I enter the lobby and am surprised to find an incredibly chic place to work. It’s all lux and glam up here, super modern. It’s just the kind of place I want to be. No wonder they’re at the top. What client wouldn’t be awed by these surroundings?
I take my chair and wait for my future boss to come out.
I’m stunned when she approaches me. Man, am I stunned. She’s fucking gorgeous. Out of 10 she’s an 11.
I find myself gaping, which is odd because normally I’m so comfortable around women. But, what the fuck? She's like . . . the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. A total knock out. Was not expecting this. Gotta compose myself.
"Hi, um, are you Jacqueline?" Did I just fucking say um? I didn’t even know that word was in my vocabulary.
"Yes I am. Thanks for meeting with me." She gestures for me to follow her down the corridor to her office. As we do so, I'm checking out her hourglass frame the entire time. Wow, if she looks this good in clothes, what will she look like naked? Fuck, I want her so bad. I always get what I want, but for once I feel like there is really a challenge here. If she was my boss, I’d fuck her to submission. I’d make her beg me for more. All I can think about are this chick’s lips sucking the life out of my cock, and me fucking her hard over a table, having her sprawled out on it so she couldn’t move, and then I’d make her ask me for it some more. God, where has my head gone? Get some composure man. Still, if I had this girl, I’d never let her go, and that’s a lot coming from me.
I know that I need to keep my cool. I can get anything I want, fuck anyone I want, but I’m not using those two things to actually get this job.
"I see, Marcus, that you went to Yale." The congenial smile she shoots me as she takes a seat behind her desk is just stunning.
"Yeah, I mean yes. I did go there." Christ, gotta be impressive here and I’m over here stumbling around my words.
"Me too," she replies. I could swear she’s undressing me with her eyes, but I can’t tell. She might also be measuring me up.
I’m not surprised. To make partner in this kind of firm, you have to have all the credentials. She must be brilliant too.
Time to sell myself. "Yes, well, Yale is one of the top law schools to get into. I went there and completed a long tenure at a top company in New York City, as you’ll see there on my resume. I’m in the business to win it . . . and I always win." I narrow in on her eyes as I say that and try to add some seduction. I’m a charmer. I know it. I can lie a little bit of that on without being the biggest dick in the world. I want this woman to be my boss, and I would respect her and all that. I just also really want to see what she looks like with my cock so deep down her throat that her eyes are watering when she looks up at me.
For just a second I see her pause. Jacqueline’s trying to be tough. I see that now. But I can hook her in. I know it.
"Well, your resume speaks volumes. But, here at our company, we operate a little differently. We seek only the best of the best. And if your winning streak were to falter, then your job might hang in the balance. You prepared for that?"
I want to challenge her so bad. I want to knock her off her high horse and prove to her that I can be higher, tougher, and everything she could want in a guy. But, I don’t. This is an interview after all, and the place for that is not here. I honestly know how to handle myself professionally. I just seem to prefer this very inappropriate way instead.
What do you say I go with it?
"I won’t falter," is all I say. This makes her mad because she starts to play dirty.
"What about your history as something of a . . . bad boy, shall I call it?"
Nothing’s off the table if she's going to bring this up in an interview. Sure, I do have a reputation, but I’ve got nothing to prove.
"You’ll see that my private life never affects work. And that quality about me actually makes me an ace in the courtroom." I give her a confident smile, nothing extra to try and soak her panties or anything.
What, don’t look at me like that!
Okay, maybe a little. I lean forward and lower my voice. "You’ll see."
I’m hoping my confidence makes her back off and it does. She congratulates me on making it this far and says she’ll be in touch.
Now that I’ve potentially bagged this interview, it’s time for a little bit of play.
"Thank you for the opportunity," I say. I mean it. I also like offering this little olive branch considering what else I’m about to offer. "And how did you hear about my reputation anyways? Is there something about it you like?" I smile. I’m flirting. I know it. But, I can’t help it. If I don’t move on this girl, she’ll be gone. Forget that she’ll be my boss. If it means sacrificing a chance to have her, then I won’t have that. In this case, I’d rather taste her pussy than have a taste of this highly coveted job.
"I like trustworthy men," she retorts, all game face.
"Well, I’m not what I seem. I can be trustworthy . . . Only to my inner circle. Would you like to be a part of that?" I quip.
"Are you flirting with me, Marcus? That’s a risky move to do in an interview," she says confidently.
Whatever. I know I have this in the bag. I know the firm needs me too. And I need her. So here goes . . .
"Listen, I want this job a lot. But more than that, I want you. I always get what I want, Jacqueline. There’s gotta be some way we can make this work."
To my surprise, my comment catches her off guard and she releases a secret, slow, come-hither smile.
Wow, I’m so wrapped up in this. This girl is wild.
"How do I know your winning streak won’t end with me? I expect the best. Besides, everyone has an Achilles heel."
I’m taken aback. "Trust me. I can perform. There’s nothing you can do about that. The question is, can you handle it?"
Man, she’s tough. Not giving me much ground, and I know that’s probably part of why she’s a capable enough attorney to be partner.
I’m not used to having to sell myself like this. Normally chicks just look at me and come in their pants. She...Jacqueline is something special for sure. My new boss, because, let’s face it, she’s gotta hire me, she’s going to be the biggest perk of this job.
She flashes a magnetic smile and I know it’s game on.
Because she wants me to fuck her as much I want her.
Jacqueline
Marcus is in my office at the end of this interview and man did it go great. He really blew me out of the water with his knowledge of all things law and it's clear to me that he can work his way around a case in the sort of creative ways that we need. I think he'll make an excellent asset to our company and I can't wait to tell the other partners. The problem is, I'm sitting here super attracted to him. From the beginning of the interview, there's been this heat between us that I can't ignore. It was all I could do to get through my most important questions, without trying to stare through his pants at the size of his package. According to his height and stature, it must be huge. I hope that he didn't notice me looking, but I can't be sure. There's definitely sexual chemistry between us and it's culminating now, as we sit across from each other. He's staring at me in the eyes, and he doesn't let me out of his sight. He's watched my every move this entire time and it's making me nervous, in a hot, sweaty, heart-pounding kind of way. I want him, badly. But we're in my office; it would be inappropriate and I'm not sure the feelings are reciprocated, I mean, I could guess that they are, but I'm not entirely sure.
"So," I say. "That's the end of the interview. You did great. I really think you'd be a valuable addition here, but I have to run it by my partners first."
I hope they like him as much as I do and that Marcus really is a good fit. His reputation is solid and he's known for being a genius on court cases.
"Thank you, Jacqueline, for giving me the opportunity."
There is definite heat now and I can feel both of us stalling as to when he should take his leave.
"Jacqueline," he says almost in a whisper. "I k
now you feel this tension between us. It's attention I could help release if you'll allow me."
My eyes widen at his proposition. So, he definitely feels it too. It's not just me. That's good to know. He kinda takes my breath away. The fact that he's so forward just now, saying what we both are thinking has me feeling so anxious, with the butterflies in my stomach just going wild.
"I've been sitting here," he says smoothly. "Imagining myself having you over this desk. I'd like to eat your pussy and then fuck you into tomorrow."
"Marcus . . . God . . . what am I supposed to say?"
"You can tell me you want it. That you been dreaming of the same thing. And then we can both admit that we both feel this chemistry and we can begin releasing it right now."
"Fuck, I mean, we're in my office. I'm at work!" Yes, I realize this was kinda a stupid thing to say. I just interviewed him, so of course I’m at work. But I’m having this sorta deer in the headlights moment because suddenly it looks like the overactive slutty thoughts I was having are about to become a much dirtier reality. I’m not saying no. You noticed that, right?
Cocky Marcus? Well, he noticed that, too. Both of us know what’s about to happen here.
I thought being the boss was going to be rewarding, sure, but I had no idea.
I mean, this is totally wrong. But I see Marcus’s lips part and I’m hanging onto his every word.
"There are doors. A big solid one right behind me."
He gets up to lock it and I start panting, urging myself to slow down but I just can't. This is so unlike me. This is so wrong, but I want it all the same. Most of all, I know...I can get away with it, and I want to.