The failed job interview
The job interview had been a minor catastrophe; Marie knew that she was not really qualified for holding that job, but she had went anyway. She had sat in front of a woman and two men in a stylish conference room and had made a fool of herself, had made it certain for all that she had been a bit too ambitious. She had also been trying too hard to be funny and she had dressed a bit too sexy. She knew that the men had liked her and that the woman didn´t.
She had been close to desperate. Being on social security was not as fun as it may sound. She had money for her rent and food and that was about it.
At about five in the afternoon, she got a text message from a number she did not recognize.
“No secretary job for U this time. Interested in other employment?”
No name. Not even an emoji.
Marie knew that the right thing to do would be to ignore the text. But she was broke and bored in her tiny apartment.
“Maybe...”
She answered, but only after having hesitated for about two minutes. The reply came quick:
“Interested in short term employment too?”
She gasped as she read it. Was he (she supposed that it was a him) suggesting that she should take the large step into...well, prostitution?
Marie left her phone on the coffee table and went into the kitchen. Looked in the fridge, found nothing she wanted to drink, then took a glass of water instead. Then she heard her phone ping with a new text. She rushed in to read it, after all.
“I can pick you up in 10 minutes….
She hesitated. She had not done anything even close to this. Should there not be a discussion about the wage?
“Wait” she wrote,” What kind of money are we talking about?”
She send it before she had any second thoughts. Besides, it never hurt to know the going rates. Anything below 200€ and he could forget it!
200 would mean that she could go out or buy something new. Not live a life of luxury. Her phone pinged again.
“350 plus a dinner in town. Bring an overnight bag”
She gasped again. Then she rushed into her bedroom, threw a few things into a bag, some clothes and some make up. Her pulse were racing now. 350€ was a lot more than she had expected. Then her phone rang. It was the same unrecognised number.
“Hello?”
“I am waiting in front of your building….i am in a silver Merc…
The man hung up. Walking away, or rather, to just ignore him would be easy and the right thing to do. But 350€ was a lot of money, especially to some one who had been unemployed for a couple of months. She put her phone on mute and quickly left the apartment. Her legs felt a little wobbly as she hurried down the stairs. It was in February and it was getting dark. She could see a car a bit further down her street, idling. She forced herself to walk slowly towards it. The neighbours might be watching her. She was wondering which one of them it would be, the tall, balding one or the short one with a beard. She could hear the car idling now. Then she put on her sunglasses and opened the door on the passenger´s side and slid inside.
“I have never done...anything like this before!” she said and closed the door so fast that she didn´t see which of the men from the job interview it was. She put her large bag between her feet and put the seat belt on.
“Yet you...warmed to the...idea...” the man said slowly. She could recognize the voice but she was not sure if it was the tall one or the bearded one. Not that it really mattered. Tomorrow was Friday, and by then she would have cash to spend, for once.
“You know, if you are...in need of money, you can make more…
“I don´t think so” she said and smiled in the darkness. Why wasn´t he driving?
“Here…” he said. He was handing her an envelope, which she took. Was she supposed to count the money, there, in the dark car?
The man put the car into gear and slowly pulled away. As they reached the end of her street, the lights were better. Now she could see the Euro bills. She let out a sigh of relief.
“It is very common for women to have...fantasies about...doing..this…
“I´ve read that article too..” she interrupted, stuffing the envelope into a coat pocket. She could see that it was the tall balding man from her failed job interview. What in the world has she gotten herself into?
Marie was 29 that winter and her life stood still. A spinster or even a thorn-back. Maybe she aimed too high. It had been months since she had had a date and that had been a minor disaster. She gasped and almost jumped in her seat as the man placed his hand on her knee.
“Do you need a drink, Mary?
“Oh, yes!...please,” she said, “And my name is Marie, by the way.”
“I expected that...there is a beer in the glove compartment…
She was not a beer drinker, but she could not really be picky. She got the beer out, a ½ litre can of some kind of strong export beer that she didn´t knew. She opened it but waited until she was sure that there was no other cars next to them. Then she drank. His hand wandered a bit higher up her thigh. She held her knees close together.
“What would it cost me to hire you for the weekend?
That made her gasp. She quickly drank again. They were on a main road in a part of the city that she was not familiar with.
“I mean, I have one appointment tomorrow, at 11, but apart from that, I am free…
“That….would be very expensive….
“Name your price, Marie…
She gasped.
“Look, maybe I am not the most...extrovert woman when it comes to...having sex…
“Don´t worry, i´ll instruct you and tell you what I expect from you…
She gasped again and took a third swig. Then she put her hand on top of his and parted her thighs a tiny bit. She was still wearing the tight, short dress she had been wearing at the interview and she was still pretty sure that it would have worked for her if there hadn´t been another woman present at the interview. She took a deep breath.
“Don´t tell me that you have other plans, Marie…
She touched her glasses and said nothing. She had absolutely no plans for the weekend. Most of her friends were married now and had other priorities.
“You also know that this offer probably won´t…
“Two thousand!” she interrupted and drank again. For a few seconds the man said nothing. What was she thing about?
That kind of money could buy her a good holiday or a cheap car.
“Not exactly cheap, are you?” he said. Marie giggled nervously. He had a point; apart from a pair of good tits and a short dress, she was nothing special, at lease not in her own eyes. It was a cold day; she was wearing nylons and panties, yet she gasped softly as his fingertip softly touched her pussy through several layers of fabric. It had been a good few months…
“Let me get this right...I pay you an additional 2000 Euro and provide...education for you…
Marie moved in her seat. Their were on the motorway now, going through suburbs she hardly knew the name of.
“I´ll need to go to the bank tomorrow….
She gasped. Was he being serious?
It had meant to be a joke. At least to some extend. She could feel his eager fingers opening up a hole in her pantihose. Her heart was beating fast.
“We are gonna have so much fun, Mary…
She drank in stead of correcting him again. She rarely did anything out of impulse, and she never did anything wild and crazy.
“Will you really pay me...2000 Euro, just to have...sex with me?” she asked a little short of breath.
“Well, I secured a few very lucrative contracts this week...I´ll get a very nice bonus for that...I find you very attractive and I...well, I was not really in the mood for taking the usual route, you know invite you out etcetera, etcetera…
His fingers expanded the hole in her pantihose.
“I...I´m very...ordinary” she said. One of his fingers slid under her white lacy knickers.
“You know, you remind me a little about a young Laura Dern...or Steffi Graff...very very sexy, but in a very played down way…
Marie realized that she had drunk most of the beer already.
“Also, it kind of turns me on that you...That I will have to...educate you…
“I am not exactly without...experience! She said.
“One of the first lessons will be that your pussy gets shaven…
She moaned and moved a little in her seat. She could feel how she was blushing.
“I...usually do that when I am with someone, but….
She looked out the window. It looked as if they were in the countryside now, with fields on both sides, but traffic was still heavy.
“Now,” he said and pulled his hand out from between her thighs, “pull your...underwear down, please…
Gasping, Marie lifted her butt from the seat, then pulled her ruined pantihose and her favourite black lacy knickers down to her knees and looked at him for approval. Before looking at her, he indicated and turned onto an off-ramp.
“No, keep your legs apart…
He had turned onto a smaller road now, twisting through a small hamlet or village that now was an exclusive suburb to the city. There were shops on both side briefly. Then only large houses. She sat very still with her legs wide open. If he lived around here and drove a newer Mercedes, he could probably afford to spend 2000 € on a weekend. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he turned into a small parking lot in a small wooded area.
“So,” he said, killed the engine and took his seat belt out, “Do we have an agreement, Marie?
“But..i don´t even know your name…
“Don´t you want to make almost 2400 Euro?…
She gasped. She had had the impression that 2000 was the whole amount. She drank the last beer, then turned to him and smiled.
“I´ve never done this...not like..this” she said and held eye contact briefly, before her gaze began to wander.
“I know, Marie” he said and unbuckled her seatbelt. Outside it was snowing lightly. He put his hand around her neck, That made her twitch a little. Had she shook her hand at the job interview earlier the same day?
If not, this was their first touch.
“While you think, you might as well suck my cock…
She gasped but let him pull her towards him. He was wearing black trousers. As she began to open them, she could feel his erection. She had to get up on her knees on her seat to get free of the hand-brake and the gear-stick.
“You mad me walk around with a hard on all day…
She fished his cock out. Then he pushed her head down. Suddenly she had it in her mouth. No kissing the shaft, then the tip.
“..And that is very awkward in a business environment…
She made a sound with her mouth full of his penis. She pushed her glasses up on her forehead, sucked him slowly. She tried to remember when she had last sucked a man. It had been well over a year.
“Do you know how horny you´ve made me?”
Well, she could not really answer. Both his hands were on her head, holding her gently, but definitively not letting her go. Was this what he wanted, a blow-job, here in a car park in the woods?
“Don´t worry, Mary….We have plenty of time…
Was his breathing getting heavier?
Was a man like him, with a good job, expensive car and everything, not supposed to, well, last a lot longer?
“My doctor´s very...liberal with Viagra….prescriptions…
Well, maybe not. She could hear traffic passing very close as she blew him. Maybe a lorry driver or a commuter on a bus would see the back of her head go up and down, her blonde hair would make her rather visible, even in a dark car. He was groining softly now. He could easily have let his hand up under her rather short dress, but he didn´t.
“Hope you like the taste of my sperm” he said softly. Marie made a less than enthusiastic sound, her mouth still full of his penis. She did not, although her last taste was at least 5 years behind her. His grip grew stronger and his moaning grew heavier. She knew she should have been anticipating this. She frowned and her head jerked back as much as she could. That was not very much.
“Little...whore” he moaned, sounding almost loving as he ejaculated. She closed her eyes. There was not much she could do, except let it happen. Her jaw a little sour, she was not used to giving a blow job. His semen felt like glue in her mouth. On the positive side: She could still make a man come. When he loosened the grip, she sat up. Shook her empty beer can as he started the engine again.
“We are gonna have so much fun, Mary”
“It´s Marie” she said softly.
She had been close to desperate. Being on social security was not as fun as it may sound. She had money for her rent and food and that was about it.
At about five in the afternoon, she got a text message from a number she did not recognize.
“No secretary job for U this time. Interested in other employment?”
No name. Not even an emoji.
Marie knew that the right thing to do would be to ignore the text. But she was broke and bored in her tiny apartment.
“Maybe...”
She answered, but only after having hesitated for about two minutes. The reply came quick:
“Interested in short term employment too?”
She gasped as she read it. Was he (she supposed that it was a him) suggesting that she should take the large step into...well, prostitution?
Marie left her phone on the coffee table and went into the kitchen. Looked in the fridge, found nothing she wanted to drink, then took a glass of water instead. Then she heard her phone ping with a new text. She rushed in to read it, after all.
“I can pick you up in 10 minutes….
She hesitated. She had not done anything even close to this. Should there not be a discussion about the wage?
“Wait” she wrote,” What kind of money are we talking about?”
She send it before she had any second thoughts. Besides, it never hurt to know the going rates. Anything below 200€ and he could forget it!
200 would mean that she could go out or buy something new. Not live a life of luxury. Her phone pinged again.
“350 plus a dinner in town. Bring an overnight bag”
She gasped again. Then she rushed into her bedroom, threw a few things into a bag, some clothes and some make up. Her pulse were racing now. 350€ was a lot more than she had expected. Then her phone rang. It was the same unrecognised number.
“Hello?”
“I am waiting in front of your building….i am in a silver Merc…
The man hung up. Walking away, or rather, to just ignore him would be easy and the right thing to do. But 350€ was a lot of money, especially to some one who had been unemployed for a couple of months. She put her phone on mute and quickly left the apartment. Her legs felt a little wobbly as she hurried down the stairs. It was in February and it was getting dark. She could see a car a bit further down her street, idling. She forced herself to walk slowly towards it. The neighbours might be watching her. She was wondering which one of them it would be, the tall, balding one or the short one with a beard. She could hear the car idling now. Then she put on her sunglasses and opened the door on the passenger´s side and slid inside.
“I have never done...anything like this before!” she said and closed the door so fast that she didn´t see which of the men from the job interview it was. She put her large bag between her feet and put the seat belt on.
“Yet you...warmed to the...idea...” the man said slowly. She could recognize the voice but she was not sure if it was the tall one or the bearded one. Not that it really mattered. Tomorrow was Friday, and by then she would have cash to spend, for once.
“You know, if you are...in need of money, you can make more…
“I don´t think so” she said and smiled in the darkness. Why wasn´t he driving?
“Here…” he said. He was handing her an envelope, which she took. Was she supposed to count the money, there, in the dark car?
The man put the car into gear and slowly pulled away. As they reached the end of her street, the lights were better. Now she could see the Euro bills. She let out a sigh of relief.
“It is very common for women to have...fantasies about...doing..this…
“I´ve read that article too..” she interrupted, stuffing the envelope into a coat pocket. She could see that it was the tall balding man from her failed job interview. What in the world has she gotten herself into?
Marie was 29 that winter and her life stood still. A spinster or even a thorn-back. Maybe she aimed too high. It had been months since she had had a date and that had been a minor disaster. She gasped and almost jumped in her seat as the man placed his hand on her knee.
“Do you need a drink, Mary?
“Oh, yes!...please,” she said, “And my name is Marie, by the way.”
“I expected that...there is a beer in the glove compartment…
She was not a beer drinker, but she could not really be picky. She got the beer out, a ½ litre can of some kind of strong export beer that she didn´t knew. She opened it but waited until she was sure that there was no other cars next to them. Then she drank. His hand wandered a bit higher up her thigh. She held her knees close together.
“What would it cost me to hire you for the weekend?
That made her gasp. She quickly drank again. They were on a main road in a part of the city that she was not familiar with.
“I mean, I have one appointment tomorrow, at 11, but apart from that, I am free…
“That….would be very expensive….
“Name your price, Marie…
She gasped.
“Look, maybe I am not the most...extrovert woman when it comes to...having sex…
“Don´t worry, i´ll instruct you and tell you what I expect from you…
She gasped again and took a third swig. Then she put her hand on top of his and parted her thighs a tiny bit. She was still wearing the tight, short dress she had been wearing at the interview and she was still pretty sure that it would have worked for her if there hadn´t been another woman present at the interview. She took a deep breath.
“Don´t tell me that you have other plans, Marie…
She touched her glasses and said nothing. She had absolutely no plans for the weekend. Most of her friends were married now and had other priorities.
“You also know that this offer probably won´t…
“Two thousand!” she interrupted and drank again. For a few seconds the man said nothing. What was she thing about?
That kind of money could buy her a good holiday or a cheap car.
“Not exactly cheap, are you?” he said. Marie giggled nervously. He had a point; apart from a pair of good tits and a short dress, she was nothing special, at lease not in her own eyes. It was a cold day; she was wearing nylons and panties, yet she gasped softly as his fingertip softly touched her pussy through several layers of fabric. It had been a good few months…
“Let me get this right...I pay you an additional 2000 Euro and provide...education for you…
Marie moved in her seat. Their were on the motorway now, going through suburbs she hardly knew the name of.
“I´ll need to go to the bank tomorrow….
She gasped. Was he being serious?
It had meant to be a joke. At least to some extend. She could feel his eager fingers opening up a hole in her pantihose. Her heart was beating fast.
“We are gonna have so much fun, Mary…
She drank in stead of correcting him again. She rarely did anything out of impulse, and she never did anything wild and crazy.
“Will you really pay me...2000 Euro, just to have...sex with me?” she asked a little short of breath.
“Well, I secured a few very lucrative contracts this week...I´ll get a very nice bonus for that...I find you very attractive and I...well, I was not really in the mood for taking the usual route, you know invite you out etcetera, etcetera…
His fingers expanded the hole in her pantihose.
“I...I´m very...ordinary” she said. One of his fingers slid under her white lacy knickers.
“You know, you remind me a little about a young Laura Dern...or Steffi Graff...very very sexy, but in a very played down way…
Marie realized that she had drunk most of the beer already.
“Also, it kind of turns me on that you...That I will have to...educate you…
“I am not exactly without...experience! She said.
“One of the first lessons will be that your pussy gets shaven…
She moaned and moved a little in her seat. She could feel how she was blushing.
“I...usually do that when I am with someone, but….
She looked out the window. It looked as if they were in the countryside now, with fields on both sides, but traffic was still heavy.
“Now,” he said and pulled his hand out from between her thighs, “pull your...underwear down, please…
Gasping, Marie lifted her butt from the seat, then pulled her ruined pantihose and her favourite black lacy knickers down to her knees and looked at him for approval. Before looking at her, he indicated and turned onto an off-ramp.
“No, keep your legs apart…
He had turned onto a smaller road now, twisting through a small hamlet or village that now was an exclusive suburb to the city. There were shops on both side briefly. Then only large houses. She sat very still with her legs wide open. If he lived around here and drove a newer Mercedes, he could probably afford to spend 2000 € on a weekend. After a few minutes of awkward silence, he turned into a small parking lot in a small wooded area.
“So,” he said, killed the engine and took his seat belt out, “Do we have an agreement, Marie?
“But..i don´t even know your name…
“Don´t you want to make almost 2400 Euro?…
She gasped. She had had the impression that 2000 was the whole amount. She drank the last beer, then turned to him and smiled.
“I´ve never done this...not like..this” she said and held eye contact briefly, before her gaze began to wander.
“I know, Marie” he said and unbuckled her seatbelt. Outside it was snowing lightly. He put his hand around her neck, That made her twitch a little. Had she shook her hand at the job interview earlier the same day?
If not, this was their first touch.
“While you think, you might as well suck my cock…
She gasped but let him pull her towards him. He was wearing black trousers. As she began to open them, she could feel his erection. She had to get up on her knees on her seat to get free of the hand-brake and the gear-stick.
“You mad me walk around with a hard on all day…
She fished his cock out. Then he pushed her head down. Suddenly she had it in her mouth. No kissing the shaft, then the tip.
“..And that is very awkward in a business environment…
She made a sound with her mouth full of his penis. She pushed her glasses up on her forehead, sucked him slowly. She tried to remember when she had last sucked a man. It had been well over a year.
“Do you know how horny you´ve made me?”
Well, she could not really answer. Both his hands were on her head, holding her gently, but definitively not letting her go. Was this what he wanted, a blow-job, here in a car park in the woods?
“Don´t worry, Mary….We have plenty of time…
Was his breathing getting heavier?
Was a man like him, with a good job, expensive car and everything, not supposed to, well, last a lot longer?
“My doctor´s very...liberal with Viagra….prescriptions…
Well, maybe not. She could hear traffic passing very close as she blew him. Maybe a lorry driver or a commuter on a bus would see the back of her head go up and down, her blonde hair would make her rather visible, even in a dark car. He was groining softly now. He could easily have let his hand up under her rather short dress, but he didn´t.
“Hope you like the taste of my sperm” he said softly. Marie made a less than enthusiastic sound, her mouth still full of his penis. She did not, although her last taste was at least 5 years behind her. His grip grew stronger and his moaning grew heavier. She knew she should have been anticipating this. She frowned and her head jerked back as much as she could. That was not very much.
“Little...whore” he moaned, sounding almost loving as he ejaculated. She closed her eyes. There was not much she could do, except let it happen. Her jaw a little sour, she was not used to giving a blow job. His semen felt like glue in her mouth. On the positive side: She could still make a man come. When he loosened the grip, she sat up. Shook her empty beer can as he started the engine again.
“We are gonna have so much fun, Mary”
“It´s Marie” she said softly.
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