The Interview: Office Party #1 Read Online Free Page B

out of her body as fast and hard as he could. “If I fucked you hard in that tight little ass.” His motions became jerky, and his hands moved back to her hips, holding her right where he wanted her while he pistoned in and out of her pussy.
    “Not this time, Black,” Lawrence said, but he seemed to jack himself harder at the idea of it. His breath was coming in gasps, and she wondered if he’d come in her mouth like Martinson had.
    Black shouted and he rammed into her, his dick spasming as he came hard inside of her. Inside of the condom she’d heard him don before penetrating her.
    The world was still light and fuzzy, and she’d barely registered the high of his orgasm—the reality that she’d just pleased two men, and in turn been pleased in a way she’d never even imagined—before Lawrence was speaking again.
    “Stand her up.” His voice was so strangled it was almost unrecognizable. “Up on her knees.”
    Black pulled out of her and she gasped at the sudden loss. Then Black and Martinson were pulling her up to her knees, Martinson from her side and Black from behind. She could feel the wet condom and his still half-hard dick against the small of her back.
    Then Lawrence was in front of her, pumping his dick hard and fast. The tip was sticky and wet, and the sight of his intense expression and the way he fisted his cock while he was still fully clothed made her shudder with sudden need again. She opened her mouth, eager to taste him.
    But he didn’t take her offering. Instead, he grunted and pointed his dick at her chest and jerked. The hot spray caught her breasts and stomach, covering them with his sticky semen.
    She gasped at the sight, at the sensation. Her mind didn’t understand it fully, but her body did. Need pooled between her legs.
    Bare seconds later, he was tucking himself back into his pants and zipping up. His expression hard and revealing nothing of his thoughts.
    The speed of it stunned her, as did his nonchalance. Was he displeased? Her thoughts raced. Was he going to send her away? He hadn’t come inside of her, or even let her touch him. Was he not pleased with her—how she’d performed? Maybe her obvious naïveté to this world had turned him off. Sorrow hit her in the chest, harsher and sharper because it was so unexpected.
    Then he was back in front of her, a small towel in hand. Carefully, he wiped his semen off of her, then, with Martinson and Black’s help, pulled her to her feet. They moved her as if she were no heavier than a feather. His expression was still closed off, but he didn’t look unhappy exactly.
    It suddenly hit her how sore she was. Her feet from the shoes. Her knees and wrists—the floor was well padded, but it wasn’t magic. And her mouth and pussy were aching something fierce. Her ass still burned a little.
    And she’d never felt so good in her whole life.
    “Amazing,” Martinson said, sliding a hand down her cheek before moving to untie her hands.
    Black moved her hair to kiss the side of her neck softly. “Good job, dove.”
    Lawrence didn’t touch her, save to wipe a bit more at her breasts. Then he stepped back and let the other two help her out of her bra and panties.
    “They’ll get you to the bath. Tara will bring you some new clothes to wear home. These will be laundered by the time you get in tomorrow morning.” Her expression must have shown her surprise, because he offered her a reassuring smile—albeit a small one. “You passed the interview, of course. Now we’ll see how you do during your probationary period.”
    She couldn’t help the big, triumphant smile that overtook her. “I won’t let you down.”
    “I hope not. Remember, Miss Wilson, this can be a very wonderful job—but it is a job. Not a place for jealous schoolgirls or young women with nonprofessional aspirations. Keep that in mind.”
    The warning was soft, subtle, but it was a warning nonetheless. Professional. No touching the boss until she’d proven herself. She