I slept in until 11 AM on Friday morning. I had a job interview that afternoon downtown at a prominent Manufacturing Company called Web Designs Incorporated.
I had sent in my resume applying for the position for Administrative Assistant/Secretary serving under the CEO of the company.
I had just turned 29 and had recently graduated from a yearlong Webpage Design Diploma course, with the highest of honors. I had achieved a stupendous 98.5% overall average for the course. . Damn good Grade, I was told by my instructors. The highest yet at the College that had been around for over twenty years now.
A plaque with my picture and me holding an honors award had been placed on the wall in the main hall near the front office. I was of course very proud of myself.
I also had my Administrative Degree. So my qualifications would be very beneficial to the company.
On Thursday afternoon the phone rang.
"Hello, Steve Drake Speaking." Since I had sent out my resume to a number of job opportunities I always answered the phone in a professional manner with a competent voice.
A man with a heavy baritone masculine voice spoke out at the other end of the line, "Mr. Drake, My name is Mr. Dhillon from Web Designs Incorporated, and I am calling in regards to your resume that you sent to us a week ago. You seem to have very impressive qualifications and I believe that you could just be the right man for the position that we have available." The hot voice said.
Great of all the jobs I had applied for I was really hoping that I would get this one.
"I hope that you don't mind, but I called your College to be assured of your qualifications," He continued speaking into the phone," And I am pleased to say that they gave you an outstanding reference. Your instructor told me that he had never met a more enterprising intelligent young man before. And that we would be lucky to grab a hold of you while we had a chance before some other company takes you on as an employee. So I would like to meet with you as soon as possible to discuss your qualifications and give you a bit of information about our company."
"Mr. Dhillon, I already know quite a bit about Web Design Incorporated, I went on your Web Page Site and was really impressed with what I saw. You don't know how excited this makes me being able to become a part of your Company. I have been hoping almost beyond hope that I would be considered." I told him humbly.
"Very Impressive Mr. Drake, You really sound like a go getter. Would you be able to come to my office, let's say around 3:00 PM tomorrow Friday afternoon?
"That would be great with me Mr. Dhillon. I look forward to meeting with you and I hope that I make a good impression and am the right man for the job." I answered him in an almost too excited voice.
I could hardly contain myself, I just wanted to whoop out and scream Yaaaaahooooo.
We closed our phone call and I hung up the phone.
I couldn't help myself, I started to jump up and down all over the living room floor, dancing and laughing and just feeling great. How could I ever last until tomorrow.
I didn't really sleep that much overnight, I was too excited with anticipation.
Finally after falling asleep in the early morning, suddenly I awoke up with a start at 11:15 AM. I hastily looked at the clock. I breathed a sigh of relief. I hadn't overslept.
Jumping out of bed I ran to the washroom to have a shower and get ready for my interview of a lifetime. I was so frigging happy.
I needed to calm down, chill out. The only way I knew to do that was to play with my morning hard-on and maybe, just maybe play with my horny ass.
Reaching out around the shower curtain, I grabbed my enema bag, filled it with water and then cleaned out my butt.
There it was nice and clean. Then I reached into the vanity drawer and took out my dildo and some lubricant. Then I did what I loved to have done to me, I fucked myself with my Dildo.
I started to laugh and then spoke out loud to myself, "Here is your reward Steve, You like that cock up your tight ass. Eh, feels damn good doesn't it?"
As I fucked myself I was jerking up and down on my 8 inch hard cock and the orgasm slowly began to increase. I picked up speed with the dildo, plunging it deep inside my butt. Then I couldn't hold back, with a whoop and a moan I started to shoot my load all over the inside of the shower wall. I quivered with pleasure as I came. Then it was done. Damn I felt so good, no great.
I was almost ready for my interview. I finished up my shower dried off, styled my brown head of hair and went out into the bedroom to get my clothes on. I glanced at the clock. Wow, I had been in the shower for a good hour and a half. It was already 12:30 PM, I had better hurry.
I got out a crisp clean freshly pressed white form fitting dress shirt. I was in very good shape and had a nice set of pecs and abs that always filled out my clothes nicely. Then I put on my Grey flannel dress pants and a vest along with my bet tie.
When I had finished I looked at myself in the mirror. Damn I looked good. I knew I would turn heads on the transit as I made my way to the interview. Not to brag but I always looked good. I was a handsome young man and always looked after my body the bet that I could.
I made a quick coffee and breakfast. Got the morning paper and sat at my kitchen table under the window and brushed up on the daily news. It would take about 45 minutes to get to the job interview so I would give myself an hour. I looked at the clock on the wall. I had better get moving.
I grabbed my briefcase and jacket and pranced out the front door of my house and proceeded to the bus stop. For once the bus was on time. Then I headed downtown to my new life.
I arrived 15 minutes early at the Web Page building. So I went up to the 10th floor and entered the office.
I didn't even have time to say anything; the secretary sitting behind the front desk looked up at me and nodded. She kind of gave me the once over.
"You must be Mr. Drake." She inquired of me. "Mr. Dhillon has been expecting you. Just have a seat and I will call him on the intercom and tell him that you have arrived."
I turned around and went over to the waiting chairs at the far wall. Behind the chairs was a floor to ceiling mirror. As I went over, I happened to see the reflection of the receptionist in it. She was looking me up and down as I walked away from the front desk.
I smiled inwardly. Lots of people were always checking it out. I mean I really did look good in my suit, but when I had on my button fly form fitting faded jeans, I really looked good. I sat down and waited patiently for her to contact Mr. Dhillon.
I didn't have to wait long. She hung up the phone and beckoned me back to her desk.
I went over and she said, "Mr. Dhillon will see you right now. Just go down the hall over there and it is the second door on the left."
I thanked her and proceeded down hall.