My Job Interview

Tiffany sat across from Asa, feeling the weight of her gaze linger a second longer than necessary. The interview looked like it was over, yet Asa lingered. Her eyes flicked across Tiffany's resume before settling back on her lips. "The pay's decent," Asa said. "But you should know—customers often expect Full Service." Tiffany's brow lifted, uncertain. Asa didn't wait for questions. She rose, crossed the room, and cupped Tiffany's face with both hands. "Let me show you," she whispered. Their mouths met hard. Asa's fingers slipped under the thin fabric of Tiffany's skirt, found wet heat, and pushed two fingers deep. Tiffany gasped into the kiss, hips jerking forward. She clutched Asa's wrist, not to stop her—only to keep the rhythm going. Asa broke the kiss, dropped between her thighs, and spread her wider. Her tongue dragged through slick folds, slow and deliberate, before sucking Tiffany's clit between her lips. Tiffany's head tipped back, breath ragged. When she came, it was sudden and loud, thighs clamping around Asa's head. Asa didn't let up. She licked her clean, then crawled back up to kiss Tiffany again—this time tasting herself on Asa's tongue. Tiffany's hands shook as she fumbled with Asa's blouse. It came off. She shoved Asa onto the massage table, returned the favor with eager fingers and a hungry mouth until Asa arched and trembled, breathing her name. When it ended, the room smelled like sex and massage oil. Tiffany wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and smiled. "When do I start?"