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The Interview

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Are you ready to indulge in a little naughtiness? Welcome my sexies to Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica where shadows dance and desires ignite. I'm Poison Ivy, your guide to tales of passion, seduction and the forbidden been. Join me mondays which is new for new, exciting stories. To extend your pleasure, please join my patreon fan page at patreoncom. Slash poison ivy Erotica for exclusive stories, content and discussions, and even commission a personalized erotica story. All links in the description. Now today's story is the interview written by Allie1979 and can be found at Literatica.

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Chloe had a sense of trepidation about today's interview at Booth's, a well-known and famously private publishing house in London. She knew they were a good firm, but the job description was vague and she hadn't prepared. The recruitment officer had contacted her anonymously and had told her that she had been headhunted specifically by the MD of the company. The guy had said that she was the first person he'd ever known to even be invited to an interview. Chloe was pleased and intrigued about the company. With a PA starting salary of 100,000 euro a year, plus bonuses, it was four times her current meager wage she knew it had to be worth going for.

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She dressed sharply, adorning her lean figure in a tight pencil skirt that hugged her ass and thighs perfectly. It had a fairly generous slip from her knee upwards that displayed her toned thigh when she moved. Obviously, the key to feeling good is wearing good underwear, so she slipped on silky black French knickers and matching balconet bra that pushed her breasts upwards into two beautiful mounds. Her long legs were modestly almost covered in sheer stockings held up by suspenders. On top she covered with a bright white shirt, leaving a few buttons undone so her gorgeous cleavage could be seen. Hell, it didn't hurt to be sexy at an interview, knowing her interviewer was very likely to be a man. Booth was notorious for having male-only employee base. Until now, she thought. Hopefully. She used a smart belt to enhance her tiny waist and completed her outfit with some new shoes, four-inch spiked heel stilettos. The look was professional but sexy. All of her curves shone off to just the right effect.

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Boots had sent a car to pick her up and Chloe was impressed as the elegant Bentley swung around in front of her house. Already off to a good start, she thought. After a short journey she was dropped off outside the huge gates of the imposing 10-story office block. A security guard checked her interview request letter, then her picture, and then phoned up to Booth's for confirmation. Chloe wondered if these guys were secretly dealing arms, giving the hassle it took for anyone to get inside the building. Finally the gates were open and she strutted across the grounds to get to the building.

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The reception desk was at the far end of a grand square hallway flinked with expensive looking sculptures and, of course, four more security guards. Weirdly, there was even a man on reception. Usually most firms hired someone just like Chloe. I hate, pretty, to do that kind of stuff. He asked her more security questions. This was a bad ass customs. 15 minutes later she was finally allowed to go up.

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The interview was to be held in the private office of the MD on the top floor of the building and one of the security guards escorted her to the lift. Good luck, miss, he said. I'm sure you'll do well. Chloe smiled as the lift doors closed smoothly. Up on the 10th floor she was greeted by John, mr Hitchens' assistant. Welcome to Booth, he said. Please follow me.

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She walked behind John along a corridor with displays of wealth all around, glamorous paintings, wood paneling and a carpet so thick it made Chloe want to sink her bare feet into it. John knocked gently on the heavy door to what was the office and pushed it open gently. Inside, behind an enormous mahogany desk, sat Mr Hitchin himself. He stood up as Chloe entered the room. Thank you, john. He said. I'll take it from here.

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Hitchin was well-groomed, chloe thought Mid-forties maybe. Dark hair, good teeth in a large imposing frame. She could see why poor, weedy-looking John looked intimidated. She took a seat on the other side of the desk as he poured her oddly, not tea or coffee, but a glass of champagne. We like to do things our way at Booth, he said as he handed it to her. Do you mind? No, sir. Chloe responded. At least I won't have to worry about nerves. He smiled at her and she noticed his eyes lingering on her full breasts spilling out of her shirt. Well, chloe, now I don't believe in stupid interview questions. I'd prefer to see you in action, he said smiling.

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So the first part of this interview will be dictation. Open up the laptop just there and we'll get started. She did as he said and opened up the small laptop personalized with Booth's logo. As he began to read from a small book he held out in front of him, she typed quickly, her delicate French manicured fingers moving rapidly across the keyboard. Okay, that's enough. He said after ten minutes, if you could just hand me what you've done, as is, and I'll check for any mistakes.

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He took the computer from her and she saw him read what she had typed and began to get nervous as he frowned every now and again, no doubt noticing a few spelling errors. No doubt noticing a few spelling errors. This was pretty unfair. She thought She'd normally be able to spell check something. Chloe, there are a few errors that I'd like to go over with you. He said, looking serious. Could you come around to the side of the desk please? As she stood up, she noticed him looking at her cleavage again. She walked around to him and rested one hand on his desk to look at the small screen of the laptop. He pointed at the first paragraph, highlighting a spelling error. Chloe, this is pretty basic stuff, but I appreciate that you didn't get a chance to check it before you gave it to me. Have a look at the rest of the document and see if you can get rid of the other mistakes.

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Just now she began to read the document more closely and carefully began to edit the various errors that were littered throughout. I wouldn't worry too much about all of this, you know, he said, because there are going to be some other pretty important aspects to your role. As he said this, she felt him place his hand on her bottom, stroking her curves over her tight-fitting skirt. She felt surprised. Yet she knew deep down this job offer had to have come with strings attached. No other PA job with her level of experience would ever pay 100,000 euros with and she recalled reading a generous bonus structure. I'm willing to take on additional duty, sir Chloe said, still pretending to read the document.

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Hitchin's hand slid down and began to move up under her skirt. The skirt was tight and his hand could only get so far up her. He moved his chair back a little, allowing space in between him and the desk. Stand in front of me, please, he ordered, and she did as she was told. Moving across and standing upright, facing away from him. He pushed her skirt up higher and then more, revealing her suspenders and then up until her knickers were exposed to him. His hand traced a path up the inside of her smooth thigh, almost to the top, and then pulled away. I'd like you to turn around and take off your shirt and skirt, please, he barked. Chloe turned around to face him and slowly began to unbutton her shirt, and as she did so, her magnificent tits became fully in view for him. He smiled as he gazed at her taut body in the silky, provocative underwear she was wearing, taking in the suspenders and the high heels as well. Now remove the prom panties.

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Chloe knew this job had to be worth it. One shag and she'd have the job, and he was pretty attractive. One shag and she'd have the job, and he was pretty attractive. She unclasped the buckle of her bra and unleashed her perfect tits and as they were exposed to the air, her nipples tightened into small pink buds. She stepped out of her panties and stood in her stockings and heels in front of him.

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He reached forwards and stroked the outline of her breasts and then tweaked her nipples quite roughly. She saw he was hard through his trousers already and he looked big. Turn around and lean over the desk, please, he said, and open your legs. Chloe did as instructed and felt her pussy open. She felt hot from being told what to do, having little control over her actions. He was domineering and powerful and she didn't feel she could do otherwise.

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He stroked her inside thigh again, and this time he reached the top of her thigh and cupped her pussy. You're a good girl, he said, leaning over her, having a nice shaven pussy. We like it like that here. She felt herself get wet as he began to touch her, finding her clit and circling his fingers around it, first gently and then harder. You are not allowed to come until I say so, chloe, he stated. She gasped as, despite this, he continued to work her clit and she felt her pussy become more and more wet. He moved his hands and slowly pushed two fingers inside her pussy and then began to fill her with his fingers, inserting a third and thrusting them inside her repeatedly. She groaned and he grabbed the back of her hair. I told you, chloe, you are not to come until I say so. Quite, she silenced herself and he carried on as he was, before pushing yet another finger up inside her.

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She felt so engrossed in what he was doing and she began to enjoy him using her as he wanted. He removed his hands and she heard him stand up from his huge leather chair and heard his zipper moving down and a very soft thud as his trouser belt hit the floor. He moved behind her and gave her a sharp slap on her ass. Now I'm going to fuck you properly, chloe, and you are going to love every fucking second of it. As he said that, he rammed his cock inside her pussy and pushed himself deep inside of her, and she felt her tight pussy stretched as his huge cock took her fully.

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He began to fuck her hard, thrusting himself up sharply and filling her, and she felt waves of excitement as she gave into him. He pulled her hips even closer to take her deeply, and she moaned with pleasure as she did that. He held one hand over her mouth. I told you not until I say so. He held one hand over her mouth and continued to fuck her and slapped her hard on her ass. As punishment, his fat, long cock pushed in and out of her wetness for what felt like about an hour, and she had to bring herself back from the brink several times to make sure she didn't come.

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Okay, chloe, I'm ready, and so are you. So when I say come, you can. He parked and he increased the speed of his thrusting Faster and faster, and as he did so, he grabbed the back of her hair again, pulling her head back, and carried on fucking her. He moved close to her ear and whispered come, and he held her head as he pushed himself sharply into her. Chloe let herself go, feeling waves of orgasm and she moaned loudly Fuck, fuck, I'm coming harder. She screamed as he pushed into her heart and she came, as he did. And he held her down as he thrust into her for the last time and his body fell under her, pinning her down. He whispered into her ear. She felt her pussy tighten and relax, waves of orgasm around his cock Still inside of her.

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The job is yours, chloe. She dressed in front of him, smiling at having had such an enjoyable job interview. Well, you can start on Monday. Chloe Hitchin said, smiling. Great Thanks, mr Hitchin. Thank you for everything. Chloe responded. She picked up her bag and turned to leave his office.

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His office, oh, and Chloe Hitchens said, today wasn't just a one-off. You know, I'll require you to carry out all of my instructions as of Monday. Chloe smiled, smiled, thinking being fucked like that wouldn't be a bad thing, of course. Sir, is there anything you would like me to do on monday in particular? Well, he said, smiling. My first instruction is that you do not wear any underwear. To be continued, well, thank you for listening to Poison Ivy's Tales of Erotica, where shadows dance and desires ignite. Remember I'm your host, poison Ivy, your guide to tales of passion, seduction and the forbidden. Join me Mondays, which is a new day. I switched to this because we seem to be trending higher on Monday, which will help the podcast for new and exciting stories and to extend your pleasure. Please join me on my Patreon fan page at patreoncom slash Poison Ivy Erotica for exclusive stories, content and discussions, and even to commission personalized stories written by me. A link can be found in the description.

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