You know how badly I want this job. It would mean so much to me. You love knowing that I would do anything for the opportunity to advance in the company. I am practically eating out of the palm of your hand. You have something that I want so badly (this job) and I have something you have really badly (my body). If I want this job, all I have to do is suck your cock and fuck you not only during the interview but pretty much until you say I have earned my job. I don’t really have to think twice. I want this job and if that means I have to fuck you, then so be it. I have done a lot worse in my life and well I am a bit of a slut. I enjoy sex.
I walk into your office, wearing my sexy skirt, stockings and heels. You sit back in your chair, admiring me as I walk towards you. I can tell your cock is rock hard. It’s probably been hard all day with your thoughts thinking about this exact moment. I drop to my knees, I get your cock out of those constricting pants and I open my mouth. Giving you a blow job to rock all blow jobs. It isn’t long before you are pulling me up and pushing me down on your desk. I can feel your hard erection rubbing against my pussy. I feel you pushing it inside me and you start fucking me. You lean down and whisper in my ear that the job is definitely mine.
