The Right Dick For The Wrong Job

I needed work, they offered me a job. It might not have been what I applied for, but if I can swallow my pride it might be the best job I’ve ever had.

Job interviews were the worst. Sitting in a long line of applicants waiting in reception made me feel like I was in a meat market. The fact that the other six applicants were all very attractive women and I was seemingly the lone male applicant didn’t help matters.

They were stunning.

And if the interviewers had eyes, they would have a distinct advantage over me. As I looked around the offices, I couldn’t help but notice most of the other staff also seemed to be women. The receptionists, the investment bankers, the managers, all of them were women, and not ugly ones at that.

The first woman, a brunette in her thirties in a pantsuit and a low cut top was invited in to interview.

After a half hour, no one came out, but the receptionist took the next candidate a striking redhead in an ivory skirt and black blouse into the room. Another half hour passed and the redhead came out, her handbag over her shoulder as she stormed out of the office.

Well that hadn’t gone well. Part of me wanted to go after the stunner in an attempt to console her. Who knows I just might get lucky. I probably had a better chance with her than landing a job in this all girl office.

They took in the third candidate. A stunning blond with her hair blown out, a tight blouse and a skirt that barely kissd the top of her knees and left an awful lot of leg on display. They were nice legs.

The interview went thirty minutes on the dot, and the first candidate, the brunette was ejected from the room. She looked every bit as unhappy as the redhead had.

That’s when I realized what was happening. They were pitting candidates against each other and keeping only the best. Perhaps I had a chance after all.

The next two candidates took their turn, each being soundly beaten by the leggy blonde. I’d been sitting in the lobby for almost three hours when they finally took me in for my interview.

The receptionist took me through to a board room with its curtains drawn. One one side of the table sat the leggy blonde. At the head of the T shaped table sat three women.

I tried not to stare at them, but they wouldn’t have been out of place at a cougar convention and were wearing the hell out of their corporate attire. Though I don’t think the short skirts and v-cut blouses would have passed muster elsewhere. One was blonde, one was brunette and the third had dark hair with streaks of purple through it.

“Hi Trent, we appreciate you coming in, grab a seat.”

I sat down between the leggy blonde candidate and the three interviewers. I needed to break the status quo if I was to suceed.

The interviewers nodded appreciatively, clearly enjoying my confidence.

“So, what do I need to do, to convince you that I’m the man for the job?” I asked.

They looked at each other, and made no effort of hiding their smirks.

“Trent, I’m afraid there has been a misunderstanding. Nikita here has already secured the position.”

“Wait, what? I’ve been sitting out there for three hours. You haven’t even talked to me yet, and you’ve already made a decision. What the hell?”

“Calm down, Trent.” The brunette cougar interupted. “It seems there has been a little bit of a communication breakdown. Here at Cougar Capital we only hire female investment bankers. That way we don’t lose money on stupid trades caused by big dick energy.”

“Then why invite me in?” I asked, feeling more annoyed by the moment.

“Tory, would you mind?” The brunette motioned to a tv screen on the wall.

“Not at all,” the purple haired cougar replied. “Trent is this you?” she asked turning on the TV.

The screen flickered and was filled moments later by a massive dick pic. I’d have recognized it anywhere it was mine. One of my go-to photos for snagging easy dates on tinder. It displayed my cock resting prominently over a tv remote control for scale.

“I, uh.” I was not ready for that.

“You might not recognize Amanda with her clothes on,” the brunette laughed. “But did you, or did you not send her this dick pic last week?”

I looked at the blonde interviewer again, there was every chance I’d have done that if she was on Tinder. She was certainly hot enough.

“Quite possibly,” I replied. There was no point lying now. “To be honest I’ve sent that pic to a lot of people.”

“Do you like to fuck around Trent?” The brunette asked.

“It’s been known to happen,” I replied.

“And your single?” She asked.

“By choice,” I replied. “Not by lack of options.”

The interviewer smirked. Nikita shifted awkwardly in her seat beside me.

“Well your in luck, Trent, because we don’t need an investment banker, Nikita will fill that role. What we do need is a big swinging dick in the office to keep our ladies focused.”

“Say what?” I looked from one to the next, to see if they were kidding.

“I said we need a fuckboy, Trent,” Amanda answered. “Keep up, Trent.”

“So if you’re really interested in working here,” Tory added pointing at the tv. “And that is your cock, then we’d be willing to give you an audition.”

“Audition?” I asked, not exactly sure what they were asking for. Did they want me to get my dick out, that sounded like a lawsuit waiting to happen.

“Yes,” the brunette boss nodded. “You’re going to fuck Nikita here for her signing bonus. And if you can make her come, you’ll be hired too, got it?”

I nodded, not sure what else to do.

Nikita was a fox, I’d have fucked her for fun, I’d just never done it with an audience before.

“Good, well Nikita, you’re the boss. You tell your new fuckboy what you want from him.” The brunette instructed.

I looked at Nikita who was wearing a very triumphant grin. She got up, pushed her chair out and sat on the boardroom table.

“Eat my pussy, Trent!” She instructed, spreading her legs slowly.

I was nobody’s bitch. But she clearly thought she was in charge. She hiked up her skirt, revealing a lacy white thong. Nikita stared at me with those big blue eyes. “What are you waiting for, get on your knees, Trent.”

There were worse things in the world then eating a hot blonde’s pussy. So I dropped to my knees.

“Good boy,” she teased as she shimmied forward, thrusting her lacy thong into my face.

I’d show her. Diving between her toned thighs I drove my tongue into her, forcing her lacy panties write into her eager sex.

“Oh.” Nikita’s surprise was music to my ears as she leaned back on the boardroom table.

I tongued and teased her folds through the lace, turning her underwear into a right mess as I worked her pretty pink sex. She had quite a cute pussy, her hair trimmed to a neat little heart above it.

Pulling her thong to the side, I sucked her clit into my mouth and teased it with my tongue. Nikita’s heady moan was all the reward I needed to thrust two fingers into her soaked sex.

“Really getting in there, isn’t he?” Tory giggled from the head of the table.

“Got to say I like the look of his work ethic,” Amanda added. “Maybe I should have gone on that date after all.”

“You missed out,” Nikita groaned. “He has great head game.”

I sucked her clit, pulsing it with my tongue as I fingered her with two fingers.

Come for me you hot little slut.

Nikita squirmed against my tongue, pressing her fingers into my hair and pulling it in an effort to keep me buried deep in her needy sex.

“Oh shit,” Nikita groaned, her thighs shaking against my ears. “That’s it. Oh, yes. Right there.”

My heart skipped a beat as she came right on my tongue, grinding wantonly against me as I lapped at her inner folds. Nikita flopped back on the boardroom table, her blouse askew. As I looked at her, I realized she’d been playing with her perky tits while I’d been eating her out.

The greedy little minx. Just couldn’t get enough.

I stood over her squivering form and faced the three Cougar Capital CEO’s.

“How’s that?” I asked, trying to draw attention away from the tent I was pitching in my pants.

Amanda looked at the brunette boss who seemed to be running the show. “Not very good at listening is he?”

She shook her head. “No but I think we can teach him that.” The brunette CEO looked right at me.

“We told you to fuck her Trent, now get in there and show us what you’ve got. We want Nikita going home with a big old smile tonight, pleased that she’s signed up at the one and only Cougar Capital.”

I looked down at Nikita, and reached for my fly.

As far as not-job interviews went. I think this was my favorite.

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