Sally was awoken by her radio alarm. It was seven a.m. and she had a second interview at ten. She had bought a fresh set of clothes for the interview, she wanted to look her best. She would have her own little office next to her new boss. She had never had a female boss before. Sally was 24 and had done one or two clerical jobs before landing the role of team leader in her current job. This was a step up. She would have a whole new set of responsibilities. Raytrex Plastics was a household name in the north east. The salary was a good 25K more than she was on currently. To say she was out of her comfort zone, would not be an exaggeration, but it was time she started to move up the ladder of life. That's if she got the job. She had actually been surprised when she got the second interview. The woman had seemed a bit intimidating and she didn't think she had interviewed well. But, well even with another woman, maybe it was her baby blue eyes that did it.
The sales office at the headquarters of Raytrex was run by Angela Mikszka and her five male staff. Angela was 36 and had been in the position for just over a year. She was ambitious and was overseeing her successor, before she moved up to Assistant Sales Director. The former holder of this title Greg Wiles, had not performed that well in the previous 12 months. Profits were up but only just. She took every opportunity to let the Financial Director know too.
Her last weekly meeting a month earlier had gone well for her. Her role of Sales Analyst gave her the opportunity to drill down into the details. She wanted promotion and if she could ditch some dirt in Greg's direction she would. She provided all the stats and figures. It was accurate, but she was a statistician by training and put the worst slant on it that she could...
"Only 1% like for like growth in Maine last quarter Sir."
Malcolm Dempster was the Financial Director. He was 49 years old and his policies had driven the company forward, making in roads into New England, beating their main competitors into second place in New Hampshire, Maine and Vermont. He sat listening to Angela's monthly appraisal.
"You set your sights high Angela, I like that, but I think Greg's done OK. We're still 11% ahead of this time last year."
"Well, maybe, but I think he's missed a number of key opportunities, particularly in the plumbing sector. I know I could do better, with respect Sir."
"I have no doubt you would do an excellent job my dear, but I just don't see a need for a change, not at this time."
She crossed and uncrossed her legs as she spoke to her boss. She did it just slowly enough, that Dempster would glimpse her stocking tops. He was a shrewd successful business man. She respected him, looked up to him even, but Angela had gone into that meeting with one aim and one aim only, to leave his office with a guarantee of a new job. She knew she didn't have enough data to oust Greg on her own. It would need the Financial Director's recommendation to do that. To get his recommendation without data could only be gotten in one way. Frankly, she didn't fancy him, but he was clean and fit for his age and if it could further her career it was worth it.
"I think I can persuade you otherwise Sir."
"Really? Do you have anything more substantial?"
She stood up. She had put on her snuggest-fitting black skirt, the one with the slit down the back. Her red blouse had the top two buttons undone. She had been to the hair dressers the previous afternoon and the light bounced off her long, black hair. She sat on the edge of Dempster's desk. He had a perfect view of her legs. She unbuttoned the next two buttons on her blouse.
"Is this substantial enough for you Sir?"
"Angela?"
"What would you like me to do Sir? I really could do a better job, you really do know that don't you?"
"Angela, you know I'm married!"
She ignored him and continued to unbutton her blouse, until she had exposed her lacy, red bra. She was a well endowed woman and Dempster took a sharp intake of breath when he saw her E cup and her wonderful, sexy cleavage. She stood up and walked towards his chair.
"Oh I know you're married Mr Dempster...Sir. I will let you control what you take. I mean, you're the boss after all."
She turned her back and slowly unfastened the zip on her skirt. The two halves peeled away, revealing her satin red panties and her amazing ass. Angela had one fine booty and she knew it. She stepped out of her skirt and knelt on Dempster's chair.
"Go on, tell me what you would like Sir."
"Angela. You really do want that job don't you!"
Dempster pulled her towards him, stroking his finger along her spine and rubbed his face into her tits.
"Yes, that's it Sir. You like them don't you."
She unfastened the catch on her brassiere and squished her tits all over his mouth and nose.
"Go on, suck them, yes that's it suck them! Oh Mr Dempster Sir!"
The Financial Director was groaning as he suckled her breasts like a big baby. Angela deftly unfastened his pants and took his cock in her hand. She moved the gusset of her panties to one side and eased his huge dick into her cunt.
"Aaah Angela...oh hnngggg."
She rode his cock as she continued to smother him with her tits. He grabbed a handful of each of her butt cheeks as he got deeper and deeper, until he was ball deep, with all of his seven inches inside her juicy pussy. She rocked back and forth on his cock. Dempster was snorting, like a little pig; sucking on her nipples; fingering her ass hole; fucking her tight hole.
"Oh Mr Dempster, you've got such a big cock Sir, I can feel it so deep. You want to cover my tits with your spunk don't you!."
She rocked against his dick, harder and faster. She felt his cock twitch and grow stiffer. He moaned, almost weeping with pleasure as he was reaching his climax. She wanted to give him the best orgasm she could, keeping him inside her till the last possible moment. Dempster was lost in another world, totally abandoned to his feelings. He gripped her arms and rubbed his nose into her neck, tasting her perfume, which had suffused with her body heat.
Just as she thought he was about to unload, she lifted herself off and knelt on the floor. Dempster stood up as a shower of spunk spattered in a myriad of droplets over her neck and breasts. He steadied himself with one hand on his chair as a line of cum streaked over her shoulder. He gripped his cock, his buttocks tensing still and unloaded even more, as a fine spurt of white cum decorated her hair like confetti.
Dempster was happily married. Happily married in every area except in the bedroom. He hadn't fucked anyone in Angela's league for a long, long time. The incumbent Head of Sales wasn't bad, but he wasn't that good either. He would give Angela the job. She had earned it.
Angela cleaned up, made the top man a coffee and left; her mission accomplished, her new job in the bag, barring the formalities.
Sally took a quick last look in the mirror in the ladies' bathroom at Raytrex. For her first interview she had gone conservative. A nice grey business suit and white blouse. This time she was smart but with a little more colour. She had opted for a short flowered skirt, lavender blouse and a little beige jacket. She thought it made the right impression; modern but confident.
"Hello Sally, come in please." Said Angela appearing at the door of the outer office.
Angela gave Sally an admiring glance. She had a nice pert ass. Not as pert as her own, but a good one never the less.
"Quite a nice outfit there Sally, but you don't think something plainer would have been more appropriate?"
"Oh...I...no, well this is how I would dress if I worked here. I am not leaving today until I've convinced you that I am the right person."
"I see."
Sally could feel she must be blushing, but she was hoping it didn't show.
"It's OK Sally, I was teasing, but actually that was a good answer."
"Oh really! Thank you."
"I'll come right to the point Sally. I was very impressed with you at your interview and we, that is I would like to offer you the position."
"Shit! Oh I'm so sorry!!!"
"That's fine! Don't worry. Congratulations!"
Sally stood up and shook her boss's hand.
"Phew! Thank you, thank you. You won't regret it."
"I'm sure I won't. Now Sally, I'm actually quite newly promoted to my own position and well, I intend to get things moving. What would you say if I asked you to start tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow? Well, yes. I am supposed to work a month's notice but..."
"But you're thinking 'What the fuck?'"
"Exactly."
"Coffee?"
