Alex Craig looked at the women sitting with her in the waiting room. A few of them spoke. One came from as far away as California. Alex hoped she had an edge over the out-of-towners because she was a Boston native. Did any of them suspect she wore a jelly rubber butterfly beneath her staid business suit? The tiny sex toy nestled against her pussy, its silent vibrations arousing her so much her nipples hardened against the lace fabric of her bra. I’m going to walk into that interview horny as hell. It’s only fitting, considering what kind of company this is.
Men who were obviously employees walked back and forth, up and down the hallway, and each one of them looked so scrumptious she wanted to devour a few for an early lunch. It figured such attractive men would work for Babes, a company that made elite, expensive sex dolls.
One of the men approached the office where the interviews were being held. He took one look at Alex and stopped dead in his tracks. She nearly gasped at the sight of him. A bright smile creased the sexiest bedroom eyes she had ever seen. The gorgeous man stared at her as if he couldn’t quite believe what he saw. Has he guessed I’m masturbating in a room full of unsuspecting women? She assumed that man was one of the interviewers, and he noticed her above all the others.
And boy, did she notice him, too! His face was chiseled perfection, most likely acquired under a knife. Broad shoulders filled out his tailored Italian suit. Piercing almond-shaped brown eyes topped with angular black eyebrows stared hard at her face, her breasts, her legs, and her skirt where her pussy was—where that butterfly worked its magic on her. Thick black hair covered his head, and his skin was the color of mocha. He has some Japanese in him somewhere. His voice was like honey running over her skin, warm and sticky. She wanted to lick him off, slowly.
“Miss, are you here for the interview?” he asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“Good luck.” He opened the door to the office at the end of the waiting area and walked inside.
Alex looked around the room. The women fidgeted, nearly as nervous as she was. She badly wanted this job. When she’d received an email from Elena Carter saying she wanted to meet her, she’d danced around her apartment. She had grown tired of her current job months ago. Now, here she sat in the Babes waiting room surrounded by beautiful women, getting off with a sex toy. The butterfly’s vibrations worked her clit until it swelled, demanding attention. She squirmed in her seat, each shift of her delicious bottom driving intense jolts of pleasure into her hot pussy. Brushing a hand through her hair, she moaned. Several heads turned in her direction, and she fought the urge to break out in laughter over her cheeky little game.
More than anything she wanted to come and come hard, but she needed to concentrate on why she’d come here in the first place. She had a job to win!
After she finished filling out the application, she signed and dated it. That application asked unusual questions such as would she cut her hair, what foods did she like, and did she enjoy using sex toys. As her butterfly buzzed away she mouthed a resounding “Yes!” Be daring, girl. She noted in her application she was wearing a clit stimulator and it felt sooo good.
A tall redhead walked out of Babes’s main corporate office. The woman’s face was a mask; it was hard to read her expression. Alex didn’t know from looking at her how her interview had gone. She could tell the woman was a model, since models were good at mastering the aloof look.
A classy woman in a tailored black suit stood in the open doorway. Her face was ashen with shock as she stared at Alex.
“You. Come in here. Now.” Her deep voice resounded around the room, making heads turn.
Alex wondered what she had done wrong. Everyone stared at her with both envy and mirth as she very self-consciously crossed the room. For a moment, she feared the women could hear her butterfly humming, but the toy was so silent there was really no danger of that happening. She felt clumsy, tottering about in her stiletto fuck-me pumps carrying her oversized portfolio.
The woman closed the door behind her when Alex entered the office. Two men, one of them Rod Tyler, whom Alex had recognized from photographs on the company’s webpage, stared at her openmouthed.
“I told you. Isn’t the resemblance incredible?” the gorgeous Asian man who had spoken to her in the lobby said, giving her the once-over for a second time, making her feel ravished with his eyes alone.
“Oh, my holy sweet Jesus…” Rod Tyler said in a soft, low voice.
Alex froze, feeling the intense gazes from all around her. The only part of her body that moved was her eyes—and her butterfly. Those intense vibrations and standing in full view of their scrutiny aroused her like never before. Her gaze flitted from the man who spoke with such honeyed warmth, to Tyler, and to the woman. Tyler’s eyes, on the other hand, were on the move, gazing from her hair to her face to her breasts, waist, hips and legs. He stared pointedly at her breasts. She resisted the urge to button her jacket. She was used to being given the full-body once-over by men, but getting it in such a blunt fashion during a job interview was a little unsettling—yet alluring. This is the most unusual job interview I’ve ever had. I wonder how much more enticing it will get?
“Please don’t be alarmed, Miss…” Tyler said.
“Craig. Alexandra Craig. Please call me Alex.”
“We’re being rude. Alex, please have a seat.” He swept one arm toward a leather chair in front of his desk. Alex sat down. “I’m Rod Tyler, owner, president, and CEO of Babes. Elena Carter and Jackson Beale are my VPs. Please pardon the way the three of us are gaping at you openmouthed.”
“Isn’t the resemblance uncanny?” Elena Carter whispered. She stood a few paces behind Alex, next to Jackson Beale. Alex could see neither of them but she felt their professional scrutiny on every curve of her body. She hoped the back of her suit wasn’t too badly rumpled from squirming in that uncomfortable chair in the waiting room.
“Yes, indeed, the resemblance is blowing my mind. It’s like seeing Danielle in the flesh, live and speaking to me.”
“Danielle?” Alex asked. By now she was completely confused but curious as to whom this mysterious Danielle could be.
“Danielle is our latest top-of-the-line model. She hasn’t even been released yet,” Jackson’s disembodied voice sang from behind her. “Have you ever modeled for us?”
“No…yes. Well, you had a call about a year ago for head and body shots for use on your dolls. I sent you a few and promptly forgot about them.”
“That must be it then,” Tyler said. “It’s so strange seeing you here after working on Danielle for so long. Also…” He glanced at her application, and raised his eyebrows. “Under the sex toys question you wrote You should see which one I brought with me. It’s one of my favorites. And it feels sooo good! Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
Alex crossed her legs and tilted her head to one side in a coy position. “It does. I’m wearing a butterfly. It’s my favorite toy.”
Jackson shifted from behind her. “You’re wearing a sex toy? Right now?” The arousal in his fevered voice made her nipples so hard she swallowed to control herself.
She felt the heat of a blush rise on her cheeks. “Yes, I am. And it’s turned on. A strap-on, battery-operated butterfly.” Her butterfly’s silicone wings hummed against her pussy lips as the toy’s body hummed against her clit. She shifted in her seat, excited from both the effects of the toy and the thrill of the interview. Knowing she was getting off excited her as much as watching the astonished and pleased looks on their faces. Deep down, Alex enjoyed a touch of exhibitionism.
“And does it feel sooo good?” Jackson mimicked her tone in her application.
“You bet it does!” The four of them laughed when Alex’s ecstatic exclamation echoed around the room.
“I like you more and more every minute,” Tyler said.
“So do I,” Jackson said. “What do you think? Is she the one?”
“I like her very much,” Elena said.
“She sold me on her talent to begin with, but the sex toy was a nice and unexpected touch,” Jackson said.
He continued to speak from behind her, out of eyesight. Not seeing him made their conversation even more thrilling since she had to imagine the bald expressions of lust and interest on his handsome face. “I agree. She has proven she enjoys decadence as much as we do. You can count me in.”
“In that case, Elena, would you be so kind as to fetch Danielle?” Tyler said. “I’m sure Alex would like to meet her. Alex, the job is yours if you want it.”
“I…but you haven’t…it’s mine? I don’t understand.”
Tyler laughed. It was a friendly laugh but the sound of it left Alex with a disturbing feeling that she was the unsuspecting victim of a delicious prank.
“Really, Alex, it’s quite all right. I already reviewed your resume when you mailed it earlier this month, before you set up your interview. Your credentials are impeccable.” She heard the door open behind her. Tyler reached into his desk and brought out an employment contract. He held the contract out to her, along with a fancy stone-encrusted pen. She took both. “The job is yours. Please read the contract and sign at the bottom. Don’t forget the date. But first, there’s someone I’d like you to meet. Turn around.”
She did, and was shocked to see her doppelganger sitting in a chair behind her.
“Alex, meet Danielle.”
The latest, not-yet-released, top-of-the-line Babes model could have been her changeling, left by playful sprites in her crib twenty-four years ago when her mother wasn’t looking. She was dressed in an expensive pin-striped business suit. The miniskirt barely reached Danielle’s butt. My butt; she has my ass. Danielle’s hair was the same auburn shade as her own but it was cut in a long pageboy. Alex’s corkscrew hair fell to her elbows.
“Oh my.” Alex couldn’t think of anything less ridiculous to say.
Jackson laughed. “I can only imagine how you must feel. It’s like finding your long-lost twin, isn’t it?”
“Worse. It’s like finding an android that’s going to replace me. I watch too many bad science fiction movies.”
“Good taste in movies, food, and sex toys,” Tyler said. “We’re going to get on just fine.”
“May I touch it…her?” Alex asked.
“Absolutely. Tell me what you think of her skin,” Jackson said.
Alex walked to the doll and ran her hand down one arm. She wondered how much she should touch. Taking a chance, she reached beneath the doll’s blouse and squeezed one huge breast. My breast, although hers is bigger and nicer than mine. Her face warmed as she blushed, and she smiled at how she must look inspecting her own double.
“Her skin feels very pliant and soft. I can squeeze her arm and the flesh gives. I like that. Her breasts also feel soft and realistic. They’re very squeezable.”
“We improved on her breasts for the newer models. I’m glad you like her.”
She stared at the hem of the skirt that nearly touched the doll’s crotch. How forward may I be? She had the job, but she was wary of making too personal a statement about her doppelganger. Alex swallowed hard, and decided to be blunt. A jar of condoms sat on Tyler’s desk. What else was that desk used for? Could she make it clear to Jackson that she wanted him?
“How is she to fuck?” Alex’s throat felt dry as she asked the question. She looked at Jackson. She wanted to hear his answer more than anyone else’s. As she stared at him, she slipped one hand beneath the doll’s miniskirt and slid two fingers into its pussy. The material molded tightly about her, pressing her fingers together. She didn’t detect any vibrators inside, nor did she suspect the pussy was removable.
Her legs shook with excitement from both handling the doll and the vibrations that assaulted her pussy from that butterfly. She took a deep breath and looked Jackson squarely in the eye. Did she arouse him, in the flesh and in the form of a doll?
Wanting some distance between herself and the doll, she retreated to her seat. “I’m very tight, and I throb when I come. Have you thought of putting a bullet vibrator in the doll’s pussy? Or make it a removable, vibrating pocket pussy? I’ve used ben wa balls to strengthen my pelvic floor. My lovers liked that very much.”
“Lovers?” Jackson straightened up in his chair. Good. She had his attention. “How many lovers do you have?”
“I had four, but I broke off the relationships. They were very clingy. I don’t like to be tied down.” I can’t believe I just said that…
“You don’t?” It was no wonder Jackson curled up one lip at her. His eyes danced and gleamed in the fluorescent lights. My god, he is easy on the eyes. I wonder what he must think of me with the way he’s teasing me and twisting my words.
“Not in that way. I’ve never been tied down to a bed, if that’s what you mean. I might like it.” Feeling warm, she pressed her legs together. The butterfly buzzed against her throbbing pussy, and she threatened to burst into an orgasmic puddle of goo any second now. Badly wanting to remove her jacket but resisting the urge, she wondered if such sexually charged discussions were commonplace at Babes. She wasn’t sure how she felt about it, but the sex talk shouldn’t have been a surprise since this was a sex doll company, after all.
The lighthearted sexual banter sure beat the boring business-as-usual atmosphere of her current employer.
She recrossed her legs as her skin overheated, partly due to the temperature in the office and partly due to the fire in her groin. Sweat beaded on her chest. That butterfly would make her come in an instant if she didn’t compose herself.
“We’ve never had a complaint about our dolls from the men who’ve used them,” Jackson said. “I like your points, though. Rod, could we insert a computer chip to make Danielle and the others vibrate when you push a button?”
“I’m sure we could. We’ll look to research and development for that. It’s a wonderful idea. That and the removable pocket pussy. Thanks to Alex.”
The sexual charge in the air felt palpable and overpowering. The three of them held her gaze for a few beats too long, showing intense interest. They eyed up her long, slender legs and her full breasts without even a hint of propriety. Her heart raced at the obvious sexual attention, and she felt herself grow more at ease. I’m going to like working here…
“How’s that vibrator holding up?” Jackson asked with a voice full of arousal.
“I’m about to burst,” she said with a self-conscious laugh. I can’t believe I’m doing this and talking so openly about it to a man I just met, but these people and this company bring out my inner sex kitten. “I sometimes wear my butterfly to work. It helps pass the time.”
“I’m sure it does,” Tyler said.
“What kind of butterfly is it?” Jackson asked, staring into her eyes with so much passion she wondered if he wanted to take her right there in the office. There was that bowl of condoms, after all. “Is it a plain one or does it have a built-in dildo?”
“This is my plain one. The dildo one is at home.”
“You mean you have a second butterfly?” The astonishment in his voice amused her.
“I have four. This one is my favorite. It has the biggest wing-span so it stimulates my clit and labia in the best way.” She locked her gaze with his, not even allowing herself to blink so she wouldn’t lose his attention. “I review sex toys so I have an entire closet full of them. That’s why I applied for work here. I have lots of experience with sex toys, both cheap and very expensive.”
“You sound out of breath.”
“I am.” Although her attention was riveted to his face, she was keenly aware of the other two in the room who eyed her up with as much scrutiny.
“You’re aroused?”
“Yes. And I’m almost ready.” She swallowed hard as the saliva in her mouth dried up. She wanted a glass of wine more than anything—except a roiling orgasm.
“You’re not the only one who’s aroused. May I hold your hand?” His intention was clear. He wanted to come with her, in full view of the top people in the company. His exhibitionist characteristics intrigued her, and brought out her own wish to expose herself, something she rarely dared to explore. She’d let her fear outweigh her fantasy of showing off the most wanton side of herself. What was happening to her? She’d never before been so risqué, but this interview and these people emboldened her. She wondered if Elena and Rod were voyeurs. They seemed to get off on the sexual repartee.
Jackson held out his hand and she took it. His palm felt cool to the touch. She was sure hers sweated like a stallion that had been ridden too hard. He rubbed his thumb against her palm in a gesture so obvious she was surprised she wasn’t shocked. Was the atmosphere at Babes always so sexually charged? She hoped so.
His breathing became very labored while the other two stood by silently and watched without touching themselves. Such a curious situation to be in, but she enjoyed it so much she wanted more. She stroked Jackson’s hand with her fingers, gently scratching the back of it with her nails. They continued to stare into each other’s eyes. She leaned forward in the chair so the butterfly had direct contact with her clit, and the instant peak of arousal startled her so much she squeezed his hand.
He smiled at her before taking her hand in both of his. He then guided her other hand to his groin. The moment she touched his erection she gasped, ecstasy overpowering reason. He was large, thick with passion, and he wanted her. She ground her pussy into her butterfly as she rode the waves of orgasm, and he pressed her hand hard against his cock as he groaned, overwhelmed with his own climax.
She didn’t stop him when he wrapped his arms around her, body jerking, heart pounding in her ear. She gripped him tightly until their passions subsided, and then they separated, tidying up their clothes. Rather than cowering in shame, Alex felt rejuvenated and eager for more excitement. She looked at Jackson and smiled. He gave her a wicked grin.
A sigh from her right brought her back down to earth. Tyler stretched in his seat and Elena leaned against the wall, smoking a cigarette. The pleasant scent of clove filled the room. They enjoyed the silence for several glorious moments.
“I see we’re going to get on very well,” Jackson said, his voice mellow in their shared afterglow. “When can you begin?”
“Begin what?” She raised her eyebrows.
“Begin working,” he laughed.
“I need to give two weeks notice.” Her crooked smile enhanced her playful mood.
“That works,” Tyler said.
“Consider it done. If you don’t mind, would you come in this weekend for orientation? Saturday starting at 10:00 a.m.?”
“I’d be happy to. And thank you for hiring me.”
“Then it’s settled.” She pressed a button on her phone and spoke to her assistant. “Andrea, please tell the other women thank you, but we have filled the position.”
“I’m very happy you hired me.” Alex monitored her tone so she wouldn’t sound as if she was gushing. “I’ve wanted to work for Babes for a very long time. Thank you for hiring me.”
“No, thank you.” Jackson said. “If you hadn’t modeled for us we wouldn’t have noticed you so quickly.” His eyes creased at the corners as he smiled. “Of course, I would have noticed you immediately.”
He’s too good to be true. Alex shook hands with the three of them. Their handshakes were as firm and as confident as their manner.
Jackson walked over to her and with a slight hand to her elbow he escorted her to the door. “Also, when you dress for Saturday, wear your sexiest suit and underwear. We at Babes like to look good from the inside out. Not that you’d have a problem with that.”
She knew her time with Babes would be the time of her life.