CJ walked slowly down the corridor to the interview room. This was the final process that a newly assigned lifeguard went through and while it was called an interview it was really more of a briefing. The newly assigned life guard was called Drake and she was expected to go over some of the procedural differences with him. CJ always wore what she felt did the most for her curvaceous body, emphasising the sheer size of her tits, partly this was because she worked alongside Cody and enjoyed having him drool over her in public but also because at heart CJ was a cock-teaser. She got a thrill every time she made a cute guy hard and she made sure that this was a regular occurrence. It was hard to stand out in the crowd of beautiful busty females that worked with her and CJ managed to do so with judicious use of her entire body, from her slender legs and sexy midriff over her large melon-like tits to her full pouting red lips and long blonde tresses.
As she walked down the corridor CJ wore only her red swimsuit and a jacket over it which she left hanging open. If she wanted to she could have changed but she enjoyed the attention, the jacket hid nothing of the impressive well of her cleavage and stopped just above her taut bum, allowing the swim suit to mould itself to the tight curve of her ass. No one realised that CJ’s swimsuit was actually custom fitted, it revealed just that little bit extra and was just a little bit tighter then the other girls swimsuits. It was funny how men agreed to practically anything when they could see the clear outline of a nipple. Cody would get hard at the merest suggestion of a nipple dragging across his chest. Of course, thought CJ with a smile, he’d been well trained. She remembered last night fondly, he had started as he always did, trying to control what happened, climbing on top of her, pushing into her slowly, grunting as he became faster and faster. It was then that CJ would take control. Once Cody started going fast he couldn’t control himself let alone CJ. Flipping his weight with her strong legs CJ would be astride him. She could ride him for hours, cumming again and again while he was inside her before she allowed him to empty himself into her. All the while he would stare up at her magnificent chest, topped with her long nipples, at the devilish look in her eyes as she made him beg for release, at her wicked smile at his helplessness. When he tried to resist, tried to assert himself in bed, CJ would reduce him again to her plaything with careful use of her tongue playing with his ear as she whispered his submissive fantasies to him. To emphasise her ownership she would leave long scratches with her nails and huge love bites on his body. After particularly vigorous nights, like last night, he was forced to keep his shirt on for roughly a week.
CJ felt her nipples harden noticeably in memory of Cody’s pleading the night before just as she arrived at the interview room. Her smiled at her reflection in the mirror across the hall and saw the face and figure that every man she knew lusted after and felt satisfied that if this newbie was any kind of man, she’d have him wrapped around her little finger in no time.
Opening the door CJ suddenly realised that the situation had changed.
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