Chapter Two
As Moira escorted the remaining girls to their respective rooms, the tall ebony Alesha, walked into her large, well-appointed, airy room and saw upon the expensive white king-size Egyptian cotton bedclothes lay the skimpiest lacy see-through body suit. Immediately she picked it up and realised that it had been cut for her exact measurements and would fit like a glove, with no room for panties or a bra.
She was kicking herself for letting the blonde girl get a chance to secure the most lucrative position before she could utter a protest. However, she vowed not to let any upstart bitch from Ukraine or wherever she was from, steal away her chance of getting the job. She walked over to the built-in wardrobe and opened it. On the hangers, were perched a variety of similar skimpy lingerie, all see-through and most with a peek-a-boo slit at the crotch. It was her 'uniform' while attending the interview process. She quickly slipped the luxurious lacy and satin nothingness on and went to the door. Opening it, she glanced up and down the hallway and slipped out, quietly closing the door behind her and making her way down, retracing her steps. She had the forethought to slip off her heeled shoes and padded down barefoot. She cautiously looked over the shoulder, and to her left and right. She entered the large entrance; with the wide sweeping stairs she had seen upon her entry.
Then a noise caught her attention, it was unmistakable. She listened intently and slipped across the entrance to a pair of doors in panelled wood. The door was open a fraction, so screwing up her courage she pushed the gap a few centimetres and could hear Katya sighing and gasping as IIya ate her pussy. Pushing the door further, she craned her head to catch a glimpse of Katya's arms gripping the back of the couch and gasping as her pussy was licked proficiently. Momentarily shocked, Alesha considered backing out of the room, leaving the two lovers to their pleasures, and then she thought again. Should she intrude or even join in? Katya was her adversary in this situation, she might secure the highest-paid position by the mere virtue of being quick off the mark.
Her dilemma was snatched by a pale hand, closing the door and a whisper from Moira,
"I think it best we leave Mr. Tomorov to interview her in peace, don't you?" Moira eyed the gorgeous ebony's body and then smiled, "Perhaps we might start your interview now, with me, as you're dressed for it. Follow me!" She took her arm and led her up the stairs to an upper-floor bedroom. As Moira opened the door Alesha padded in feeling the thick pile of the carpet. She stopped and turned, and Moira closed the door and locked it.
"Are you going to interview me here?" Alesha asked.
"I always interview prospective staff in my bedroom. Now, if you wish to be considered a serious candidate for the positions here, it's not just Mr. Tomorov you must impress, but me too. I have a lot of influence with Mr. Tomorov and if you interview well here and now, then you needn't concern yourself with the young woman currently being fucked hard downstairs." Moira slipped off her smart blouse and revealed a white stain bra deposited it on her bed and then unzipped the skirt, uncovering a matching high-cut pair of panties. Keeping her high heels on, Moira looked at Alesha," I think you need to help me out of this," She pulled the right shoulder strap of the bra and slipped it down.
