"Now, if you were a client at the club and paid twenty dollars, I'd give you a lap dance. But, under the circumstances, this one is on the house," Amy says with a mischievous look in her eye. She turns and lowers her ass toward your lap and starts sinuously moving her hips around. Every several seconds, she goes lower yet and brushes your pants. Your cock is a tree in your boxers, and you feel every touch on it. Her leg muscles are tense, and she has great control. You look up at her backturned face, watching your every reaction. You wink at her.
Her jiggling gets faster, and she rubs on your cock more often and harder than before. You start lightly thrusting up a bit when she comes down, sliding between her pantyhose-covered cheeks; the sound of her nylons on your trousers is very sexy. You feel a familiar tingle in your balls. You try to stifle your moans unsuccessfully.
Amy is now in constant frictional contact with your stiff cock. You don't think you can last much longer, but don't want to get your pants messy. You grab a couple tissues off the side table and shove them down your pants just as your manhood erupts like Mount St. Helens. You cannot help but groan loudly.
Amy stands up and turns, saying, "Ah, another satisfied customer." She retrieves her clothing and begins to put it on. She shakes her chest again for your benefit just before she puts her bra back on. You just savor the relaxation that comes with your release and the look of her hot body.
"That will definitely put you in the running," you say, picking up your papers.
Amy closes with you, and you think she might be getting ready to kiss you, but she stops two inches from your face and fondles your cock, bringing it back to semi-hardness. "If I get this job, I'll dance for you," she promises with a twinkle in her eye.
You shake her hand and thank her for her time. You leave the interview room, leading her to the elevators. She waves and smiles at you, winking when no one is looking. You grin back, and, after the doors close, head straight to the restroom to clean up.
You were lucky; nothing spilled out of the tissue. Now you have five minutes before the interview with Ashley's friend, and you are sure she has something sexy planned. You grab some coffee and cool down from your escapades. |