It is time for your third interview as my personal assistant. During your first interview, you wore a very professional suit, the color setting off your eyes and hair, the cut of the suit forming around you, showing off your lean, fit body while hiding it all. From the first second you walked in and shook my hand there was chemistry during our first interview, a lot of chemistry. I could tell by the little smile that formed on your lips and the way your eyes swept over my suit up to my close cropped beard, and then to my eyes that you liked what you saw.
We managed to keep it professional during the first interview if just barely. You noticed the way my eyes dilated when you pushed your hand through your hair to push it back over your shoulder. I saw in the little mirror behind my desk how your eyes traveled over my body locking in on my butt as I turned around to get you a drink.
During our second interview, you decided to up your game and came in wearing a skirt that came down over your knees and a button-up blouse with the top couple of buttons undone, leaving the bottom of your neck exposed. While we talked, you absent mindedly fiddled with your necklace, pulling your pendant up from its secure place, snuggled between your breasts into sight, and back down. You delighted as you watched my eyes dip from yours down to the pendant as you pulled it up and let it drop back down. The fire grew behind your eyes, and you smiled when your movements with the charm caused your top button to come open, exposing the very top of your cleavage. My voice cut off with a small gasp as my throat locked up, and it took me a minute to remember what I was saying. When I walked you to the door, before you went out, you turned to me and put your hand on my arm and when you saw my hand begin to rise as I wanted to touch but drop back down, you knew I was almost yours, you just needed to give me that last little push.
When you walked in for your third interview my heart about stopped. You were wearing a mini skirt that wrapped around you like a second skin, barely covering the bottom of your ass. Your button-up blouse this time had buttons undone all the way down exposing a large part of your cleavage, your hair is in two braids going down over your shoulders. When you walk up to my desk, you lean over it, holding out your hand, causing your shirt to fall open more, giving me a direct view inside of your lacy bra. I half stand to greet you, unable to stand all the way, or my tented pants would fully expose my need for you. My eyes cannot leave the view you have so exposed to me while you lean in and kiss my cheek. You sit in your chair with a small smile while waiting for me to begin.
I start off by letting you know that you have been accepted as my new personal assistant and then start going over the requirements of the job. I am discussing professionalism and going over dos and don'ts when meeting with clients. I have just gone over the part about not chewing gum when I see you reach into your purse, pull out a stick of gum, and put it in your mouth. When you see my slight frown, you blow out a small bubble and loudly pop it.
You say, "Oops, I guess I have been bad." Then you stand up and walk around the desk, I scoot back as you walk in front of me. You reach up and take the gum out of your mouth and slowly, deliberately reach down and stick it under the lip of my desk.
You turn around and lean over my desk, your bending causing your skirt to rise, showing that you are not wearing panties, your lips glistening with your wetness at what you are doing. You look over your shoulder at me and say, "I guess you must punish me." You run your hands down to your skirt, pulling it up even higher, exposing your entire ass to me, the shiny round end of your plug peeking out between your cheeks.
