Everyone knows what desperation does to a person, and Betty Wilkes was desperate enough. As she sat in the waiting area, well, awaiting the interview for a job that she vaguely knew about, she thought someone should place her photo right next to desperation in the dictionary. There were three other people in the waiting area with her, but the way she wasn’t paying them any attention, they might as well have been invisible. For Betty, nothing mattered now but that goddamn job.
She caught herself gnawing at her knuckles again, a bad habit she had been trying to give since high school. She stopped herself, discreetly wiping her hand on a lace handkerchief she had bought for today’s special occasion. She knew all about first impressions, but she knew more about making lasting ones. Sure, skills matter, but image was everything. She knew her lace handkerchief would burn into the interviewer’s memory, seal the image of her into his/her brain. And with that, she would snag the job.
Betty gave a quick glance at her watch and saw she still had a good fifteen minutes before her interview was set to begin. The ladies’ room was only a few paces down from where she was seated, so she murmured some barely audible excuse to the other three people—who might as well be invisible, really—and stood up hurriedly, walking the few steps to the restroom with a kind of hurried clumsiness. She wanted to smack herself for being so obviously nervous, but as she sneaked a look around, she realized no one was paying even the slightest bit of attention to her. Everyone, from the three other applicants to the startlingly attractive brunette receptionist, was wrapped in their own thought bubble. For Betty, she could have stripped down to her underwear in the middle of the room, and still nobody would spare her a tiny glance.
She hurriedly slipped into the ladies’ room, softly shutting the door behind her. She leaned on the restroom’s lone sink and stared at the restroom’s lone mirror hanging over the solitary sink. What stared back was a girl who looked the slightest bit harried yet still pretty enough to qualify for a few admiring glances should she walk down a busy street.
Betty studied her face. Her features, taken individually, were plain enough. But when put together, they made for a striking sight. Her hair was brown but not mousy—Thank God, she thought with relief—but not in a shade that was pretty enough, like that of the receptionist, for instance. Her eyes were hazel with tiny specks of green that gave of a just the tiniest bit of a glint when the lighting was right. Her skin was fair but not pale, and it was as clear as when she was in high school. Her nose looked regular enough to her. Her lips were pink but thinner than she would have liked them. She had always wanted to get them done, convinced that a full pair of puckers was all it took to send her discreet beauty rocketing off the charts.
Maybe she’ll get that long-desired procedure done after she snags the job, she mused, as she ran her fingers over her hair and fluffed the brown strands up a bit with her fingers.
With ten minutes still before the interview, Betty studied her body next. She had worn her favorite navy blue wraparound dress for the occasion. It was the only thing in her closet that still clung to the right curves and hid the unwanted flabs—not that she had anything in her body that even slightly resembled a flab—and at the same time gave the person wearing it a polished, elegant look. Her other dresses had been too revealing, too skanky. She was very tempted to pick those alluring dresses over the simple navy, but common sense had prevailed and she finally set her mind on the navy dress.
For someone who was in her early twenties, Betty had a stunning figure. She stood about five feet seven, not as tall as she would have liked, but it made dating men easier. She had a slightly skinny build that suggested she was naturally slender and not anorexic, unlike some people she personally knew. Her shoulders were a bit too broad for her liking, but she could live with that. Her eyes went to her breasts next.
After making sure she was all alone in the restroom, Betty placed her hands over her breasts. She loved her set. They weren’t, in any way, huge, but they were shaped very well, with their perfect round form and insane perkiness. She was proud of the fact her tits looked good enough to it. Heck, she had been told that countless times!
Without thinking, she moved the fabric of her wraparound dress to reveal a lacy bra that was in a shade of blue that matched her dress. Then it was the lacy bra’s turn to move aside to reveal the luscious bit of flesh that lay concealed beneath it. She bared one breast for no one to see but her, but she didn’t mind.
She watched as the sleeping pink nipple, first so flat and without a care in the world around it, slowly showed signs of life. The restroom’s bracing air jolted it awake, stirring it into the stiff, erect position that showed the body was reacting to whatever was in its owner’s mind.
Betty’s breathing went from regular to something that resembled a slightly heavy panting. She brought a hand to the now–fully erect nipple and gave it a gentle pinch. The motion sent shivers down her spine, and she gasped, but she liked it. She liked how it made her feel, how it made her heat up, and how it made her feel hot and sexy. Then she had an idea. Another quick look at her watch showed she had now only five minutes before the big event. There was no time to waste now.
Betty, with her eyes fixed on her own reflection in the large mirror hanging over the restroom’s lone sink, continued to tug and pull at her own nipple. She bit her lip and gave off soft little moans at the same time as her fingers dug into her breast and gripped it furiously. She pulled at her breast meat and pinched her nipple. She didn’t realize it right away, but her other hand had snaked to the secret mound between her thighs and too began to move and squirm there. When she came to what she was doing, an initial sense of shame came over her. Then she thought, Why should I be ashamed?
That did it. She shoved her embarrassment aside and concentrated again on pleasuring herself. The hand down there snaked beneath the hem of the simple navy dress. It was a hand that not only knew what to do but also where to look. And it was an impatient hand. It pushed aside the lace panties—navy blue, of course—that hid what it wanted to seek. It settled over the soft, delicate flesh without much finesse, and that was when she found out she was soaking wet.
Betty giggled. She couldn’t believe how she was getting wet when, in a few minutes, she would be having her job interview! The thought excited her, and she immediately plunged two of her fingers inside her wet slit. The action made her moan but out loud this time. She glanced around frantically as soon as her moan slipped out. Of course there was nobody else around, but the sound was much too much for her liking.
Her fingers slid in and out of her most private place. With her other hand still on her breast, she began to move her hips in time with the thrusting of her hand down there. Bucking her hips while in three-inch heels wasn’t the easiest task in the world, but she managed. Her fingers went in and out faster and faster. So did the hand on her breast, pulling and tugging at the firm meat of her tit in a hurried frenzy. She was close to coming now. She thought of removing her panties so as she could at least feel clean during the interview, but it was too late. She came a few seconds later right into the crotch of her lace underwear. She cried out softly as she came, placing a hand on the sink to steady herself as she shut her eyes and let the shakes consume her. Her hand was soaked and covered in a clear whitish fluid in no time.
When Betty felt it was over, she glanced at her watch and saw she now only had a minute to go before her name was called. That jolted her into action. She stood up straight and hurriedly fixed her rumpled clothing. The wet and sticky feeling in her panties did nothing to increase her comfort, but she resolved to ignore the sensation at least until after the interview was done. She fluffed her hair up again and gave her cheeks, already rosy from the quick session she had done minutes ago, a few brisk slaps to make them look rosier and more flushed. She gave her hands a quick but thorough rinse. After checking the mirror to make sure she looked good enough and meant business at the same time, she stepped out of the restroom and back into the waiting area.
Betty had sat down for only several seconds when the attractive brunette receptionist called out her name. She stood up, adjusted her dress, and walked over to the reception area. She saw the receptionist was even more stunning up close. The girl smiled at her.
“Betty Wilkes?” she asked.
Betty nodded. “That’s right.” She gave a dazzling smile of her own and saw the girl relax a bit. Good. She needed all the help she could get to snag this job, and it didn’t hurt to leave a good impression to the girl at the front desk.
“Just go right in,” the girl told Betty. “Ms. Olsen’s waiting for you inside.” She lowered her voice. “Just give her that smile you gave me a minute ago, and you’re good to go.” She grinned. “She has a thing for brunettes.”
Betty’s brow furrowed. “I don’t get you,” she said.
The receptionist smirked but not unkindly. “You’ll know what I mean,” she said mysteriously. She nodded toward the door beside the reception area. “Now go. She’s expecting you now.”
Betty nodded and walked to the door. She was puzzled. What did the girl mean by Ms. Olsen, whoever she was, having a thing for brunettes? A voice whispered at the back of her mind that of course she had to know what it meant, but she refused to listen to the voice.
Whatever, she thought. No point in losing my focus now. I just have to have this job!
Betty pushed the door open and cautiously walked into the room. The room was less spacious than she had expected, but it was clean and done tastefully. As she shut the door behind her, her gaze came to rest on a slim blond woman seated behind the table. The woman was dressed in a sharp and crisp white suit with tinges of green around the collar and cuffs. The green made a perfect contrast to the woman’s green eyes, making them stand out even more. The woman stood up as soon as Betty walked it.
“Good morning,” the woman said warmly. “You must be Betty Wilkes, am I right?” She smiled. Betty saw she had perfect teeth and an even more perfect pair of lips. “I’m Nina Olsen.”
Betty smiled and shook Nina Olsen’s hand. She was smiling outside, yes, but inside she was confused and nervous as hell. She couldn’t believe the firm would hire someone as gorgeous as Nina Olsen and not have regrets about it. Nina Olsen was a woman who was born to sashay down runways and draped in expensive runway clothing. Nina Olsen was a woman who was born to grace countless numbers of print and billboard ads. Nina Olsen was a woman who was born to see and be seen. For Betty, she wasn’t the type to be confined behind a desk in a small yet tasteful room in some concrete building that was painted in cold shades of blue and silver.
Betty was so consumed in her own thoughts that she didn’t realize Nina was speaking to her. She came to quickly and flashed a slightly toned down version of her killer smile.
“I’m sorry I didn’t catch what you were saying, Ms. Olsen,” Betty said. “It’s just that you’re so pretty.” She blushed when she said it, and the blush said things.
Nina laughed and waved a hand around dismissively. “Call me Nina, Betty,” she said. “I see Rachel must have told you, well, things. Do you believe her?” She adjusted her seat and leaned closer to the table, her green eyes fixed on Betty.
Betty was unsure how to go about the situation. She decided to go down the honesty route. It wouldn’t be good to lie, not with Nina and Rachel, whom Betty believed was the pretty receptionist, apparently on very good terms.
“Yes, she has,” Betty said carefully. Her hands began to twist and turn in her lap, but the movement was far from erotic now. She was suddenly nervous.
“What did she say, Betty?” Nina asked. “Wait, you don’t mind me calling you by your first name, do you?”
Betty shook her head. “Not at all, miss—I mean, Nina.”
“Good,” Nina said. She leaned back on her seat, nodding approvingly. “I see Rachel likes you enough to tell you what she has always known about me.” She paused for a moment, obviously trying to figure out what words to say. “Rachel’s opinion matters to me, Betty,” she said finally. “See, I’m a lesbian.”
Betty was floored. She pretty much had an open mind when it came to such things, but never had she heard someone say such thing so brazenly, so confidently. Besides, she didn’t see how Nina’s gender orientation was in any way related to the matter at hand, which was to screen her, Betty, for the job she was dying to get. Nina, a lesbian? Big deal. So what? How on earth did that relate to the interview and the screening process.
“You are?” Betty found herself asking.
“Does that bother you?” Nina asked, eyeing Betty.
Betty hurriedly shook her head. “No, not at all, Nina,” she responded. “I guess I just never saw it coming. Um, you’re really beautiful, you know that, right?”
Nina laughed. Her laughter was melodic. It reminded Betty of the soft tinkling sound that chimes make in the wind. “Oh, Betty!” she exclaimed. “You’re funny, you know that?” She grinned. “I like funny.”
“Nina, I don’t see what this has to do with—” Betty started, but Nina cut her off with another dismissive wave of her well-manicured hand.
“Yes, yes, I see your point,” Nina said, almost impatiently. “The job, yes. Of course. That’s what you’ve been here all along.” She drummed her fingers on the table.
Betty felt uncomfortable. She didn’t know why she had said what she did, but it was too late to take the words back now. She didn’t want Nina to let her walk out the door without even going through something that resembled an interview just because she had made a dismissive comment regarding Nina’s sexual preferences and over what Rachel had said about her, Betty.
“Nina, I didn’t mean it that way,” Betty said. “I apologize if I had offended you.”
That dismissive wave of the hand again. “Nonsense, Betty,” Nina said. “You’re right. You came here for an interview for a job you’re just dying to get.”
Betty sensed the sarcasm on the word dying, but she chose to ignore it.
“I’m going to grant you the interview, Betty, of course I will.” Nina grinned. “After all, isn’t that what I’m here for? But first, I want us to play a little bit.” She pushed her chair back, stood up, and walked to the front of the desk where Betty was seated.
Betty suddenly felt very nervous. She now had an idea of what Nina Olsen meant by playtime. While Betty had always had a thing for sex, she had always done it with her boyfriends, or at least with someone she knew enough for her to have comfortable sex with them. She had never done the deed with a stranger, no matter how good looking he was and no matter how tempted she was. Not to mention she had never done it with a girl, although she and her close friend Haley had once shared a kiss over too many bottles of beer. That was Haley, though, and they had laughed over it when they had gotten sober.
Nina Olsen, drop-dead gorgeous as she was, was another matter.
Betty shut her eyes as Nina’s hand dropped down on her shoulders. The hands began to knead Betty’s shoulders gently.
“Nina, I don’t know what you mean,” Betty said faintly.
“Nonsense,” Nina replied behind her. The hands kept on moving. “I know you know what I mean, Betty.” Now the hands were on Betty’s collarbone. “Quit playing dumb. You know what I mean. You know what I want.”
Betty opened her eyes. Should she say yes, or should she say no? She thought about the job, about how she had no solid clue of what it was but how much she wanted it. She shut her eyes again. Nothing wrong in giving in to Nina’s request, right? It’s not like they would see each other on a daily basis, not to mention Nina could either give or deny the job to her depending on her answer.
With her eyes still shut, Betty said, “Okay, Nina, let’s play.”
“Great!” Nina chirped. Her hands began to move confidently now, from Betty’s delicate collarbones to the very tops of her perfectly round breasts. “There you go. Let’s get started.”
Betty’s eyes remained shut as Nina’s hands moved lower until they rested on top of Betty’s tits. By now Nina had moved closer to Betty, and Nina’s own breasts were now touching the back of Betty’s neck and shoulders. While Betty felt Nina’s hands fondling her own tits, she also felt Nina’s neck pressed firmly at her neck and shoulders. From feel alone, Nina Olsen’s tits felt large and firm enough although the crisp white suit she was wearing didn’t give a hint at either.
“Your breasts feel lovely, Betty,” Nina said softly as she tugged and pulled furiously at Betty’s tits. Betty had opened her eyes by now. She was beginning to get all worked up at Nina’s groping. She shifted slightly, and she was reminded of the sticky sensation in her panties. She remembered what she had been doing before this so-called interview, and she blushed. It was almost like she was getting herself all worked up for this.
“I want to suck on your tits,” Nina said abruptly.
Her hands disappeared from Betty’s chest, only to be replaced by the full sight of her right in front of Betty. Betty started to rise off her chair, but Nina stopped her and gestured for her to sit right back down.
“Stay where you are,” Nina commanded. “Sit down, Betty.”
Betty sat back down as Nina knelt in front of her. The two women were about the same height. Nina raised a hand and ran her fingers down Betty’s face then down her neck and chest again.
“Beautiful, beautiful,” Nina murmured as she undid the straps that held Betty’s wraparound dress in place. Once the straps were undone, Nina rudely pushed the fabric aside to reveal Betty’s lace bra. Nina’s eyes grew wide slightly at the sight of Betty’s perfect breasts in the lacy underwear. Her tongue ran across her lips, and Betty had to smile inwardly at the sight of someone like Nina Olsen getting fired up at the mere sight of her own breasts.
“Sit still, beautiful,” Nina said softly as she placed her hands over Betty’s tits again. This time she pulled the bra down to reveal Betty’s twins. Sure enough, they tumbled out gracefully from their lacy confines. Once free, Nina wasted no time on them. She took one breast in her mouth and suckled hungrily.
Betty was getting aroused. There was something at the sight and feel of another woman getting a generous helping of your tit. She wrapped her arms around Nina’s neck and pulled her closer. Nina too wrapped her arms around Betty and pulled her closer. The two women were now pressed close together.
Betty arched her back, encouraging Nina to take in as much of her breasts as she could. Nina opened her mouth wider and indeed took in more of Betty’s breast. The sensation made Betty feel very erotic, and she moaned out loud. Nina, encouraged by Betty’s moaning, ran a hand up Betty’s leg and right into soft mound between her thighs.
“Nina,” Betty breathed. Nina answered by sucking harder on Betty’s nipple as she, at the same time, slid in her whole hand beneath Betty’s panties.
Betty’s thoughts raced. What if Nina discovers she, Betty, had been wet all along? Nina would think she was a total slut!
But Nina said nothing of that sort. She pulled at Betty’s nipple slightly before releasing it from her mouth. Her green eyes met Betty’s hazel ones.
Nina smiled. “Betty, you’re very wet.”
Betty blushed, which made Nina laugh again, but still she didn’t say anything. She didn’t feel like explaining to Nina, still a total stranger, what she had been doing minutes before their paths crossed.
“You’ve been naughty, have you?” Nina asked teasingly as she inserted a finger into Betty’s crack. The movement was sharp, and it made Betty gasp and sit up straight.
“That hurts a bit, Nina,” Betty said.
“It doesn’t,” Nina answered. The hand that wasn’t in Betty’s pussy slid around Betty’s waist and went down on her butt, where it settled down and cupped the firm, toned flesh beneath the navy dress. The hand caressed the round behind, a move that added to Betty’s growing arousal.
The finger inside Betty’s cunt became two fingers. Their thrusting in and out of her cunt picked up speed, and soon, she was bucking her hips on the chair, spreading her legs are far apart as they would go, and giving off soft moans. She was riding on Nina’s fingers, which were unforgiving and relentless. All the while, with her fingers inside Betty’s pussy, Nina never took her green eyes off the other woman in the room. They remained steady, piercing even, as they took in the sight of the wildly rocking girl in the chair.
“Nina!” Betty gasped. She reached out and grasped the edge of the table with one hand while she held on Nina’s shoulder with the other. Nina still didn’t say anything. She simply went on watching Betty, who was now almost to the point of ecstasy and intense pleasure.
Betty felt like she was being ripped apart. Nina’s fingers were rough and without grace, but they knew where to touch, where to probe, which buttons to push. She was so aroused now. She felt like she could keep on shaking for as long as she lived. She looked at Nina’s face, but there wasn’t a hint of emotion on her features although Betty could hear her breathing become more labored. She was completely turned on, Betty realized. But being Nina Olsen apparently meant not showing even an inch of how you felt, not even in the throes of crazy passion.
Then a shaking fit took over Betty, and she knew the moment had arrived. “Nina, I’m coming!” she cried out loud. Still Nina went on thrusting her fingers in and out of Betty’s cunt, maintaining the same rhythm she had done since the beginning. So Betty came with Nina’s fingers plunging in and out of her. She screamed as she did, leaning back on her chair, shutting her eyes, letting her orgasm take control. She came twice before the shuddering subsided and she went limp on her chair.
Betty was embarrassed at having been caught coming like that by a total stranger. She felt Nina’s fingers slide out of her pussy, and she stopped herself from blurting out that she wanted those fingers back. She focused on getting her heart back to its normal pace before she opened her eyes. When she did, she saw Nina had lifted the hem of her dress and moving her head toward her pussy.
Betty was alarmed. “What are you doing?” she whispered, her fright evident in her voice.
“Don’t be scared,” Nina answered somewhere beneath her dress. “Everything’s going to be okay.”
Then Betty felt Nina’s cool tongue slide deep into her, and everything became very okay indeed. She gasped as the other woman’s tongue penetrated into her like a man’s dick would. Nina truly knew very well what she was doing, and in spite of being wrapped up in her own passions, Betty had the dim sense of awareness to be impressed with Nina’s skills.
“Don’t stop, Nina,” Betty said in between moans. She grabbed the hem of her dress from Nina’s hands and brought the hem up herself. She placed both of her legs on top of Nina’s shoulders, spreading them wide and as far apart as they would go. Nina responded by licking Betty’s cunt more enthusiastically and helping open Betty’s legs even more by placing her hands on Betty’s knees and pulling them apart.
Betty lay completely exposed on the chair, with Nina lapping up the delicate flesh between her legs. Betty moaned and writhed and gasped as much as the limited space would allow. She couldn’t get enough of the feel of Nina’s tongue inside her.
Then Nina clamped her lips over Betty’s clitoris and started to very gently suck on it. The sensation sent Betty over the clouds, and she had to clamp her own mouth shut lest she scream all over the place, which she felt she could very well do. Nina sensed Betty’s reaction and made things more difficult for the brunette woman by inserting two fingers into her cunt while she, Nina, went on sucking at her clit.
Betty’s eyes were now rolling in her sockets. She was no longer aware of her surroundings or that she had expected to be interviewed and not eaten up like this. Not that she minded; she was, for the time being, past minding things now. All she could feel was Nina’s tongue and fingers exploring the soaked and sensitive flesh of the slightly hairy mound between her legs, and that was all that mattered. She joined in the intense erotic pleasure by playing with her breasts as Nina did her thing below.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” Betty chanted breathlessly. “You’re going to drive me nuts, Nina, but don’t stop, oh, please don’t stop.”
Nina’s tongue went on sliding in and out of Betty’s slit, which was now soaking wet. Betty was so wet, in fact, that some of her juices began to trickle down her thighs. She felt them drip down but paid them no attention. She was close to coming all over again, and a few moments later, she did just that.
Betty screamed into her arm as she came. The orgasm grew from nothing to that of a giant wave in a matter of seconds, and it consumed her completely. She shook and shuddered, with Nina having to keep a hold on her lest she fall into the floor. Betty shut her eyes tightly, surrendering to the flesh-ripping tidal wave of pleasure that coursed through her from seemingly everywhere. When she felt she was done, she opened her eyes and lay where she was—still on the chair, in fact—panting heavily. The sound of her rapid breathing filled the small room.
When she felt she could control herself enough to avoid falling all over the floor, Betty sat up straight. She saw Nina had remained kneeling in front of her. Nina was busy licking Betty’s fresh come right off her fingers. Some of the body fluids had smeared her cheeks and dotted her chin, but she licked all those off too. The sight amazed Betty and made her feel warm and fuzzy inside. Hell, she felt scorching hot! She had never experienced being wanted by another woman, but now that she had, she liked the feeling. It was amazing. Not to mention Nina had touched her in all the right places, sending her into one explosive orgasm.
“Nina, that was incredible,” Betty said shyly as she fixed her underwear and navy blue dress in place. Nina had stood up and was once again seated on the office chair behind the desk.
Nina grinned in response. “I knew you’d like it,” she said proudly. “Rachel made a good call this time. I’ll have to tell her that.”
Betty wasn’t sure she understood what Nina meant, but she smiled all the same. She was still panting slightly, but her breathing had pretty much resumed to normal now. Then she remembered the job. She looked at Nina anxiously, and Nina must have seen the look on her face because Nina suddenly chuckled.
“Betty, Betty,” she said, shaking her head. “No need to worry. The job’s yours.”
Betty was stunned. Could it be true? “That’s it?” she asked, disbelief evident in her voice. “But what about the interview?”
Nina smiled. “That was the interview, babe.” She placed her hands on her desk, and Betty had to stop herself from checking if Nina’s hands still had traces of her own come on them. “I don’t owe you an explanation, to be honest, but I don’t do this often. You should be proud of yourself, Betty.”
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Betty answered. She was still in disbelief.
Nina stood up. Betty did too. “Interview’s over,” Nina announced. She extended a hand, which Betty shook. With relief, she noticed the hand wasn’t the least bit sticky. “I’ll see you then. Rachel will give you a call and tell you the details.”
“Yeah, thanks, Nina,” Betty said.
Nina grinned. “I like you. I’ll see you around.”
Betty walked out of the office with a slight skip in her steps. She had gotten the job!