I Gave Him a Blow Job, and He Offered Me My Dream Job
I run my hands down my dress, as the secretary calls my name. I give her a nervous smile as I step forward.
I've been dreaming of this job for years, and my chance finally came, but now, looking at all the other people waiting for an interview, I doubt the position is for me.
I enter the room the secretary indicates, and see a tall, handsome man waiting for me.
His eyes travel down my body as I enter the room, and he takes a step closer to me, holding out his hand.
"I'm Harvey."
I take his hand in mine and give him a handshake.
"Shaila."
He holds my hand longer than necessary, moving his thumb in circles across my skin, and sending shivers down my body.
Finally, he let go of my hand, and I realize that his eyes are glued to my cleavage.
Looking down, I see that I have two buttons open, and my bra is visible.
For how long have I been like this? Why didn't anyone tell me?
I move my hand to cover my breasts but stop when a thought crosses my mind.
He seems to be enjoying the view. Who knows if this isn't what gets me the job?
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