I am not a writer, far from it. Except for the names and places, the stories you read are for the most part true. Still they are not biographies. Artistic license has been taken to enhance or in some cases minimize the events described. All sexual situations were between consensual adults within the framework of their story.
This is the ninth of now twelve interviews I have worked on over the last four years.
Most of these stories cover several years. I will try to keep the chapters short. I suggest you save one for reference. None of the stories are mine, any personal friend, or relative.
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Since I wear a bathing suit every day I no longer think about it. Wearing it in front of twenty strange men all in one room was a different situation all together. Lela had a light yellow bikini set out. It was a more modest one but still revealing enough.
Lela was waiting for me outside the conference room. Wearing a soft mint suit just like mine accentuated not only her curves but her ebony skin as well.
"Are you ready?" I asked taking a deep breath.
Lela holding all of the files moved closer and gave me a quick kiss.
"Now I am." She giggled.
I opened the door and held it as she walked past me in the room. The quiet talking quickly stopped and except for a few whispers the room fell silent. I looked past the twenty young men all dressed in just swim trunks. Nothing tight fitting but not long and baggy either, just plain swim trunks, each with a number.
Lela sat the folders on the front desk and I walked behind her to address the room. Then and only then did I look at their faces.
"I am Jane Ramsey and this is..." Then I saw a familiar face. "...Lela..."
At that moment I froze. I recognized that face, and it smiled back at me. I looked in his eyes and I could see he too was surprised. Just then it dawned on me where I saw the young man so I looked around. I soon recognized another, he was shocked but smiled as well.
There were more but TJ and Fred's faces will always be the ones I remember seeing first. They were from the club. TJ fucked me, I gave Fred a blowjob. The quiet of the room soon filled with not so silent whispers and not so subtle snickers.
The room was filled with all of the men at the club. Standing before them in only a bikini I wondered what kind of meeting they thought this would be. As I scanned the room again and again I'm sure most thought they would be undressing me with more than their eyes.
"Gentlemen I need you to form a circle and hold hands." Lela announced as I tried to gather my thoughts.
There was an awkward moment of confusion as if they weren't sure they heard Lela right.
"If you would do that right now we can move on." I stated with authority.
Most looked at the others to see what they would do.
"You heard the ladies, get to it." TJ boomed as he took Fred's hand.
Suddenly it dawned on the others this was no mistake and started to shuffle around. Lela and I watched like hawks as some eagerly took a hand while others still resisted. Lela had assigned them random numbers 1-20 and they soon lined up accordingly as if on cue.
It wasn't really necessary as we had no idea who they were, but it was an interesting outcome just the same.
Without their names we started observing them as Lela put them through a series of drills. I'm sure Max and Poole had purposely formulated each of these to elicit varying reactions. By the time we broke for lunch I'm sure most of the guys attending wondered what the hell was going on.
Lela and I ate lunch with them and all the while I thought of the night at the club. They knew I had watched them perform sexual acts, and I damn well knew they watched me. Several among them I even fucked and sucked.
Back in the conference room Max and Poole had another barrage of tests, the last one was the best. We would pick one guy at random and have him interview the next one with questions we provided. This was repeated twenty times until each was the interviewer and interviewee.
Since they were in essence competing with each other for a job it was interesting to see how competitive they could be. At times we saw what I hoped was the best of some and the worst of others. Lela and I kept copious notes.
At four thirty Lela and I stood by the door and thanked each young man personally. At the same time Lela handed them a card with the time of their interview the next day. There were many questions and comments made as well.
"It was good to see you again Jane Ramsey..." TJ smiled and shook my hand. "...Will there be dancing tomorrow?" He teased me quietly.
"I can assure you there will be no dancing." I smiled back understanding his meaning.
"I was afraid you might say that. Probably for the best just the same." TJ squeezed my hand then released it.
I could see he wanted to say more but he moved on to Lela. Fred was the last in line. I could see he approached nervously afraid to look anywhere but my eyes.
"Thank you Ms. Ramsey." Fred replied as he offered me his hand.
It was warm and the grip was surprisingly firm for such a shy young man.
"Thank you for coming Fred, I look forward to seeing you tomorrow." I answered.
"Really?" He said as his eyes lit up.
"Really." I leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.
If anyone saw the gesture nothing was said. After they left Lela spread the files out and left them on the desk. She kissed me goodbye and closed the door behind her. I sat down and my mind again went back to the night at the club.
Poole walked in and sat down beside me without saying a word.
"Why?" I whispered without even looking up.
Poole didn't respond.
"Why did you let me make a fool of myself to people that may work here?" I now turned to face him.
"Did you Jane?" Poole reached out and took my hand. "Did you make a fool of yourself?"
"How could you?" I raised my voice. "How can I ever work with any of these young men knowing what I've done?"
His hand was a calming influence even though I was starting to become more enraged.
"Do you know how many of the women in our office I've slept with?" Poole turned me to face him.
"No."
"Take a guess." Poole lifted my chin.
"All of them?" I suggested. "Well not Claudia, I would assume."
"And yet for years you've worked with me every day?" Poole's eyes focused on mine.
"That's different." I argued. "You're the boss."
"But they're not, and you've worked with them." Poole pointed out.