I'd been in the interview waiting room around ten minutes. This was the second stage, and after my experience in the first interview I was gently shaking with excitement, especially from the fact that she said another female would be interviewing this time too!
There were ten men in the room, all in suits, but there was no way they could all be waiting for interviews, the interviewers must be running late…
I eyed over the men in the room, knowing that they would all be fucking for their jobs just as I was and smiling that I wouldn't be getting sloppy seconds as my interview was in 2 minutes.
"So what time's your interview?" A man asked me on my left.
"10:15"
"Really?! So is mine? That can't be right."
"I'm sure mine is 10:15, probably wrong though knowing my track record!" I wasn't wrong, I could picture the letter in my head with the time on it but I didn't want to waste my mental energy arguing with some stranger before an important interview. He must be wrong.
Men around the room glanced at us with puzzled looks.
Suddenly Amy came rushing through the door, wearing a similar attire to the first time – a black mini skirt and white vest top. I tried to make eye contact, wanting to give her a cheeky smile, but she didn't pay any attention to me.
"Right men!" She announced, "If you would all like to follow me."
We all stood and followed, my eyes transfixed on her butt.
She took us into a large classroom-like room with a long desk at the front and ordered us to take a seat in one of the 2 rows of five chairs.
As I walked through the door I noticed a busty red head wearing a tight black trousers and a fitted white blouse, showing ample cleavage, watching us file in from her seat in the corner.
I took the first seat in the second row, noticing the chairs were quite far back from the first.
The hot blonde closed the door and stood in front the desk at the front, "Good morning men, this is Susan Quate," pointing to the red head in the corner, "As you all know, I am Amy Rogers. There's very little time so we need to press on… Now, from your experiences in the first interview, I assume you all have a general idea of what is expected, so I would like you all to stand."
We all stood up. My mind flashed back to the first interview, they must be sorting us to go for our own private interviews.
"Now, I want all of you to drop your trousers and underwear and lift your shirts above your stomach. Mrs Rogers and I will come round and inspect you…" there was a silence while we all digested the order, "As for anyone who does not wish to cooperate, you know where the door is, cos I've got no time for time wasters!"
Her voice was dominating, filling me with excitement, but unsure of how to react – I didn't quite fancy the idea of displaying myself in front of the other men in the room!
I stood still and looked around, my hands on my crotch debating whether to unzip myself. Mrs Quate had got up and now stood next to Amy.
I heard clothes shuffling to the right of me, followed by the sound of a zipper, then another followed, then a belt buckle. The men around me slowly lowered their own trousers and underwear, eyes glaring forward like soldiers standing waiting for orders. I quickly followed suit, pulling my trousers and pants down to my ankles before standing straight, holding my shirt up above my semi hard dick.
"Good…" Mrs Quate commented. We were stood in 2 rows of 5 in front of our seats, I was on the back left of the block.
Amy walked to the front right man and Susan to the front left. They both bent down slightly. My view of Mrs Quate was blocked so I concentrated on Amy. She continued to look at the package in front of her before bringing forward a hand and stroking it gently.
"Ooo…someone's eager," she said. The man blushed as she stood and moved to the next in line.
Amy and Susan inspected the next 2 and then both touched up the middle man of the front row, before crossing over continuing their own direction down the row.
My eyes watched as Mrs Quate came into view, inspecting the men previously touched up by Amy. They soon finished and moved to the next row. My heart was thumping as Amy advanced towards me, her eyes glaring into mine from an expressionless face.
She walked behind me! I looked out the corner of my eye, not wanting to move my head from facing front, but unable to see her.
She suddenly pressed up against my back, grasping my stomach with her right hand and sliding her left under my groin, cupping my balls before teasing a finger backwards. She stopped on my arsehole. I winced slightly as she pushed the tip inside. I could feel her breath on my neck and my cock hardening from the sensations of her touch.
Within seconds she flashed her head away from me and moved to the next man. I watched with envy as she groped his balls and cock, desperate for her to come back and relieve the sexual tension she had just filled me with.
Soon Mrs Quate was stood in front of me. She bent down slowly, never taking her eyes off my hard package. I stood firm before her, looking as if she was going to take my length into her mouth, her face so close I could feel her breath on my dick.
Her hand trailed down my stomach, over my pubic area, down the side of my penis and brushing against my balls. She did the same in reverse up the other side, grinned to herself, and moved back to standing in front of her desk.
I was furious, wishing her soft hands had touched my cock, but it was too late.
Mrs Quate was sat on the desk, giving us all a view up her short skirt. Amy walked slowly to the front then approached her. Every man in the room watched the event unfolding before them…
Susan's eyes were transfixed on Amy's, watching as she moved her hips in between Susan's thighs. They locked in a hot kiss, exploring each others mouths, paying no attention to anything else in the room but each other.
Susan's hands roamed Amy's blouse, caressing her tits then pulling at the buttons as she tore it from her. The bra soon followed before Amy pulled Susan's top over her head, their mouths re-attaching as her bra was unclasped and pulled off. Both women were now topless and each displaying a very fine pair of breasts.
Mrs Quate leaned back on the desk as Amy kissed her neck, trailing her tongue down to Susan's breasts. Susan's skirt was hiked up as Amy put her hand up it and caressed the mound beneath then peeling the thong down Susan's legs before kissing her way back up the thighs.
I was hard as a rock watching these two hot women. Susan was looking down at Mrs Rogers while groping her own breasts and tweaking her nipples as she watched the younger woman begin to lick her wet pussy. She threw her head back as Amy's tongue made contact with the outer lips.
I glanced to my side, all the men were engrossed by it. The man beside me had his hand on his cock, discretely rubbing himself while he watched. I couldn't help myself, as if in a trance, my hand moved to my cock and began playing with it.
"Ooo…mmm…mmh…" Susan began to moan and wrapped her legs tight around Amy's head, pulling it closer to her snatch. She pushed and pulled her breasts,