How to Get a Job at Fucking

No... no, NO! Paul, stop it! You are not one of these guys! Quit it!

Only after studying every inch of her rear end for a few silent moments did I realize what I was doing. I blinked a few times, trying to clear the image that was now burned onto my retinas. I looked at her, only seeing a small smirk pass across her plump lips. She walked away from the desk, shaking her butt as she walked, highlighting the rump hidden beneath the tight, molded skirt. She kept her butt facing me, smoothing down her skirt over it as she continued. God, I'd love to see it bare... no. STOP!

My brain was in chaos. All rational thought told me how wrong I was for gawking, but she wasn't speaking to my rational mind. She was speaking to my male instincts. The deep part of my brain that was controlled by pure lust. And that side of me... it was loving what it was seeing. I just had to control myself, stamp it out, not let myself get lost like so many already had before.

"This is what it looks like when a woman combines her natural gifts with hard work. An ass like this should be treated like the work of art it is. This ass should be a showcase to the type of dedication I will bring to this job," she affirmed. "It has many admirers, many satisfied customers, but if you hire me, you gain excusive ownership of Tori K's juicy booty. You can do anything you'd like to it. You can spank it, you can squeeze it, you can fuck it, you can eat it..."

"Eat it...?" I repeated, the mere thought of it sounding foreign to me.

"Yes, I've been told my asshole is quite tasty," she responded deftly, not acknowledging my discomfort before continuing. "So, I mean, you would really be a fool to let an ass like mine get away."

"But, I'm more than just a hot ass. A lot more, cause I've got it going on everywhere, as I'm sure you've noticed." She advanced the slides on her presentation. The next picture showed a picture of her legs, encased in some smooth, black stockings. "I have some amazing, long legs. So firm... so sexy... I bet all you're thinking about is feeling them wrapped around you," she boasted, raising her eyebrow. I was holding myself in check, not letting my brain get carried away. I wasn't giving her any reaction at this point, my anger and embarrassment almost ready to boil over. I just held her gaze, and my obvious annoyance caused her to smile. She advanced the slide, showing off those long, firm legs spread apart lewdly, as she sat on the edge of what was clearly my bed, another one of the things she did after sneaking in. This picture highlighted the black lace thong barely covering her nether-regions.

"I'm not gonna lie... I have, like, the best cunt. It's amazing! It's so small, and cute, and always shaved. And you know, despite the fact that I'm the office skank, my pussy is still, like, crazy tight. You wouldn't believe how tight is! Like, as soon as a cock is balls deep inside me, my pussy squeezes it HARD and just never wants to let go. It squeezes every inch of a fat, meaty cock, juices that fucker up, and makes sure it fucking explodes in, like, the best orgasm ever!" she boasted. I'd never heard anyone talk like this before, and I have to admit it sent a jolt of fear through me. I tried not to let her penetrate my brain, but I couldn't help but help but think about what it would be like to feel her hot, tight, wet... Stop it Paul! No!

I was slightly panicking. I wanted nothing more than for this madness to just be over, but before I could do anything, she continued. She clearly wasn't done. She advanced the slide again, showing a close-up of her plump, smooth, glossy lips, her sweet tongue sliding across them.

"I also have the sexiest fucking mouth," she boasted, licking her lips in front of me. "I have the plumpest, sexiest lips, which I like to keep glossed up and perfect looking at every moment. You have no idea how good my mouth is until you feel it wrapped around your fat, married cock! My soft, smooth lips, wrapped tightly around your meaty shaft. My firm, sexy tongue, going wild on your tasty shaft, not letting up until you just fucking explode! My sexy, tight throat, which can take just about any cock down to the balls. Believe me when I tell you this, Paul, in few minutes your swollen balls WILL be bouncing off my chin. I can't wait!" I have to admit, this image she conjured did jump into my mind. It must just be the fact that I was so on edge after having gone so long without relief, but the image of me, standing over Tori, who's on her knees in front of me, clad in a sexy business suit, looking up at me as my penis slid into her mouth roughly, saliva leaking from her mouth as I drove into her, as her gaze held mine, clearly telling me she was hungry for more. I looked away from her for a moment, not wanting to betray my steely veneer, not wanting to let her know that she was getting to me.

When I finally looked back at her, I met her eyes, eyes that were beaming with pride. She stood in profile to me, letting me gaze over her luscious curves. I thought over what she was doing, not believing that I was seeing someone seriously make the argument that they should be given a job solely on the basis of their hot body. There was no shame on her face. No hesitance in her actions. No sign in the least that this was some huge joke on her part. She had a plan, but she wasn't done yet. Far from it. She had used many weapons, but not the big ones, not really. She was clearly holding back, and deep down, I knew it was now time to bring the big guns more into play.

She spun on her heel, turning to face me fully, revealing the fact that her top was now completely unbuttoned and spread apart, exposing her large, bra-clad breasts. And her spinning motion caused those massive jugs to bounce, the smooth, silky flesh jiggling, desperate to burst from within their lacy constraints. The red lace bra was digging into her skin, struggling to contain those massive, soft boobs as they practically oozed out from them. They bounced and jiggled, taking a few moments to settle down after she finished her little spin. And as she did this motion, she advanced to the next picture on her presentation, really making sure I understood what the next part of her presentation would center on.

Tits.

Tori K's tits were blown up on the far wall, an enlarged version of the vision I was seeing in front of me. The picture showed her tits barely contained in a black bra, similar in style to the red one she was wearing now. She was using her arms to force her fleshy tits outward, causing the bra to seem strained to the point of bursting. Her hard nipples were evident beneath the lace, jutting out, gagging for appreciation, and a warm, wet mouth.

"I can't even pretend to be humble," Tori began, as if she had actually been in any way humble up to this point. "I LOVE my tits! They are my favorite features, and with a hot body like mine, that's saying something. They're just so big... and soft..." she gasped out softly, running her hands up her chest, squeezing her bra-clad breasts between her fingers, the perky flesh filling her hands, threatening to pour over the edges of the lace material of her red bra. "I love playing with them. Squeezing them. Having them touched by a pair of loving, appreciative hands. Sucked by an eager mouth. Having my nipples bit with that perfect level of firmness. Hmmmm..." she shivered, goose bumps rising on her skin as hesitantly pulled her hands off of herself. "Needless to say, having my breasts played with is usually enough to get me off. And... when a man gets his hands on these," she began, sauntering towards me, her fleshy boobs jiggling with every step. "...or his mouth" she whispered, leaning over the desk, her huge breasts hanging down, her weighty boobs jiggling, their immense size again threatening the tensile strength of her lace bra, "or when he just dives in face-first and just drowns in softness... it's enough to make any man just fucking explode! And they can be yours. All yours! You can squeeze them, slap them, suck them, fuck them. You can pull out your fat dick and cover them with hot, thick cum! You can do whatever you want, whenever you want, cause they will be yours! And I guarantee these fucking jugs will give you more pleasure and more happiness than anything that sweet, little Miss Andrea can give you! And when you finally get your hands on these udders... mmm, it'll be better than your fucking wedding night! I guarantee it." she affirmed. She stood straight up, her boobs bouncing with this motion, before she smoothed out her skirt over her thighs.

If her ass could do damage, her breasts could destroy worlds. Those were her biggest weapons, and she knew it. I know she used those suckers at work at every opportunity. For something as simple as asking her boss for a few days off, showing her cavernous cleavage, making him much more agreeable. She also used them for far more nefarious purposes, wearing indecently low-cut tops, showing off the luscious curves packed into her blouse, teasing her target with the soft fleshy delights contained within, and the promise of seeing them bare in exchange for giving her the promotion she wanted.

I couldn't stop myself from imagining myself seeing them bare. I couldn't help myself, it would be impossible not to. I could only hope that I would react in the way I told myself I would, rejecting her, but I couldn't help but think I would have the same reaction so many others did. I would drool over them. They would render me speechless. I would want to dive in face-first in worship, to gratefully become one of the many men who fallen to their knees before her, a submission that would no doubt be amazing. I would want to get my hands on those big, soft jugs and go to town. I would open my mouth to take...

I shook my head again, trying to erase these stray thoughts. This had to end. I had to be done with this.

"So, I think I've made a pretty clear case as to why I'm not just the best candidate for the job, but the only one," she said, carrying on again as if this was a normal presentation despite the fact that her bra-clad breasts were hanging out, bouncing lusciously with every little movement she made. "I'm beautiful, better looking than all the other candidates, AND especially your wife, and a man in your position deserves and needs to be surrounded by the best. Plus, I have that kind of beauty and sexiness that lets everyone know that I'm totally game to get down in the dirtiest ways imaginable. This body should make my case for me as to why this job should mine. This is a body that deserves to be among the elite. This is a corporate body, and it should be treated as such. Not only does this body belong in corporate, I do as well. I can be the tough, ruthless, cutthroat bitch a guy like you needs. You've done well, but with me by your side, you can do so much more. You do business the dull way, the honest way, but me... I know how to play dirty. There's a reason someone like me has risen so high. I know what really motivates people. I know how to destroy your rivals, and these are all things I can teach you. Me and you belong together. We're yin and yang. A perfect match. And, if it's not obvious by now, I know how to care for a man, better than your wife has ever done. I'm a better fit for you than her, by a long shot. You don't believe me? Most people have references, I have a little black book. Ask around, and you will find that I probably haven't given myself enough credit for how good I am. So, I'm the hottest candidate, the sexiest candidate, I have the best body, and the biggest tits! And I can fuck whenever you want, wherever you want, and however you want, so it would appear then that... I'm the perfect candidate," she smiled brilliantly at me, flashing her pearly whites. She then pulled back the chair she had been in at the start and sat down, disobediently bringing her smooth legs up onto the table, crossing them in front of me, her high heels pointing at me. "So... when do I start?" she asked confidently, letting the question hang.

In this motion, she had clicked forward to the last side of her presentation. There were two pictures, next to each other. One was of my wife, again in her underwear, smiling at herself in the mirror, happy with the image she was presenting, her slim body still clad in her frumpy underwear. Next to this picture was one of Tori, also in my wife's underwear, her luscious body barely contained by the garments. She had a smirk on her face, as if she knew that she had her competition beat. Knowing she was superior to the woman next to her in every way. Her huge, soft, mammoth jugs overflowing the cotton bra, the pressure they were exerting nearly shredding it. Her rock hard nipples were pointing outward beneath the garment, as if she loved showing off other women's inferiority. On one side, my wife, looking cute in her practical underwear. On the other side was Tori, eyes glimmering with dark intentions, he lips curled wickedly, her body rocking the shit out of a bra and panties that weren't meant to look sexy. On Tori, they looked indecent.

It was as if Tori wanted to drive home one more time that she had my wife beaten in every category. Looks, body, sex appeal. And if these things were the only thing that mattered, she was surely the victor.

But she wasn't.

I looked at her, sitting there so confident, so convinced that she had won. The smug look on her face was almost enough to just make you want to put her in her place, but her smooth, sexy breasts, just bursting from her slim body, barely contained by her bra, was enough to take a step back. She thought she had me beat. She had me sitting in silence as she carried out this madness, convinced she had worn me down enough to have broken me. Sure, she was certainly sexy, there was no denying that. And... there had been moments of weakness on my part, but I wasn't so easily conquered. There was a reason I had done so well in this company. If I couldn't handle a tough negotiation, I wouldn't be here. And I always did my best when pushed into a corner. I had negotiated with some of the toughest negotiators in the world and survived.

I could handle Tori K.

I stood up, straightened my suit coat, and glanced out the window, taking in the later afternoon sun shining over the various buildings. After taking in her offer, I made my reply.

"Well, first of all, you're fired." I began, and this moment of seeming rejection only made her smile. "I can lay out the various reasons why. Sexual harassment. Inappropriate behavior in the workplace. Whatever. But needless to say, today is your last day. The way you've conducted yourself today was enough to talk your way out of a pretty good job, but I think we both know you were probably underqualified for that job anyway." I stated, causing her to sigh in mock offense. "You need to understand that using your body and your looks can only get you so far, that in the end, what matters is what's inside, your personality, your work ethic..." I stated firmly, but she only rolled her eyes, as if I was dreadfully naïve. "Looks fade, but work ethic lasts. What takes you places is hard work, being a good person, and doing things right."

"Ha!" she barked with laughter. I walked around my desk.

"I know it sounds trite, but it's what's gotten me here." I began. "You're not gonna get any job worth having just by throwing yourself at people, using your body. Success doesn't happen like that. You're not stupid, Tori, but you need to change if you want a job like this." Her eyes were lazily drifting from me, as if barely listening to my lecture. And finally, after going this madness for too long, I finally lost my cool.

"TORI!" I called out, slamming my fist onto the table, causing her to jump, her eyes landing back on me, her eyes wide.

"Oh my God!" she sighed, staring at me. "You have no idea how turned on I am right now. I LOVE seeing you angry." I laughed to myself a bit as I tried to hold my tongue. Finally, I calmed myself and continued.

"The worst thing..." I paused, knocking my knuckles on the desk. "The worst thing you did was disparage my wife. That, I cannot abide. In what universe do you think saying awful things like that would convince me to like you? In what way does showing how rude and nasty you really are make me want to hire you? You have a lot to learn, Tori. A lot. About how business is actually done, and how professionals carry themselves. Your looks, the size of your breasts, your ass... none of these things matter as much as you think." Tori rolled her eyes again. "You need to learn how to respect other people, but most of all, you need to learn how to respect yourself." She couldn't contain her laughter, her breasts bouncing as she did so. I was undeterred.

"Throwing yourself at men to get ahead, calling yourself a slut... Tori, you need to solve your own issues before taking them out on others. You're not happy with the life you have, you see the worst in yourself, and therefore you see the worst in others. The whole basis of your argument as to why I should hire you is that you are attracted to me, and you secretly think I'm attracted to you, because your convinced that someone like me has this... 'secret dark side'. You assume the only reason someone could like you is if they are not actually a good person, but maybe you can't believe the fact that, after spending your life seducing men who would have you, or going to nightclubs and picking up men there, maybe you found yourself unsatisfied. Maybe you wanted more. Maybe you just can't believe that you would actually be attracted to a good, decent guy." She was taken aback by this argument, but she stammered over her words a bit, not being able to find a reply. She looked down slightly. For the first time, I felt like I struck a nerve. I think I finally got through to her about how wrong she was. I felt confident about that. (Hey, like I said, I'm pretty good at negotiating.) I looked down at her, again noting her state of undress, her big creamy, smooth, soft breasts hanging out, clad in her lacy red bra. I looked away, suddenly paranoid that someone would stumble on this situation and draw the wrong conclusion. It was time to put an end to this. I started moving towards the door.

"Okay, Tori, it's time for this farce to end. Cover yourself up, gather your things, and leave. We can gather up the contents of your desk. You can pick them up at the front desk on Monday. Go home, Tori, and really think about what happened today, how wrong you were, and maybe, just maybe, you can learn something." I paused, putting my hand on the doorknob, looking back at her, expecting her to be packing her things, finally admitting defeat.

I was wrong. I was so wrong.

She was bent over the desk, her back to me, her skirt clinging to her rear end. She looked back at me, and any thoughts that I had gotten through to her disappeared upon seeing the smirk on her face.

"Oh, this isn't over yet," Tori boasted. "Let's see if this changes your mind." With that, she reached back, and pulled her skirt up, sliding the taut material up until, finally, her round ass emerged, bared to my eyes. Her skirt was now bunched up around her waist, allowing her ass to be displayed fully, but it wasn't completely exposed. My eyes didn't settle on the firm, round, jutting cheeks. It settled in between, on the tiny red thong splitting the cheeks. It was the same red thong that had caught my eye earlier when her underwear was laid out on her bed, and now, I was seeing it in action, used in the way it was meant to, tucked between her beautiful round ass-cheeks. I studied the delightful way the tiny string disappeared between the cheeks. It was the first time I had seen a thong on a girl in real life, and I was momentarily transfixed. In my stupor, my hand slipped from the doorknob.