Nailing the Interview · A Rough Sex Erotica Story

Susan desperately needs a job, and she’s determined to get it. As far as she’s concerned, a blow job is a small price to pay for a means to get her debts under control, and she’s ready to do a hell of a lot more than answer questions during this interview. She’s about to find out that Mr. Collins won’t be satisfied with just a blowjob, and there will be plenty of rough sex before he’s ready to make any hiring decisions.

Warning: This ebook contains very explicit descriptions of office sex and includes deep throat and rough sex. Only mature adults who won’t be offended by such content should read this ebook.

Here is a preview:

“Excellent, I was just looking for you! Come on down to my office and we’ll get started.” Gallantly, he took her elbow and helped her down the stairs. Through the thin cotton of her button down shirt, Susan felt his warm fingers. The feel of them, the strong and sure grip, made her very aware of him. She looked his way slyly, admiring his strength and the breadth of his chest. This was going to be easier than she thought.

She was still nervous, hoping this was the right thing to do. He escorted her into his office (Suite 107, which just proved that she must have gotten the number wrong when she’d scheduled the appointment.

“Would you like something to drink?” He offered as he settled in behind his desk, finger hovering over the call button of his phone - presumably to ask his secretary for water.

Grateful that he’d closed the door behind them, Susan tamped down on her nerves and came around to his side of the desk, trying for a coy and inviting smile. “I have something else in mind.” Her voice was huskier than she’d planned, and Susan was mildly surprised to find that this whole scenario actually turned her on. Without any warning, she dropped to her knees at his feet, ignoring the trembling in her fingers and the way the action made his eyebrows wing up.

“I really, really need this job.” She began, tracing fingers up the in-seams of his dress pants, smiling when he shifted to spread his legs wider, drawing in a breath like a drowning man.

“I hope this will help you make your decision.” Fingers still shaking, Susan started to unbutton his pants.