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Anna scrambled to find her work clothes. She pulled a pair of slacks out of her basket of unfolded laundry and tried to shake out the wrinkles. She pulled them up her plump thighs. She pulled at the waist of her pants, begging them to rise over her generous butt. Finally, she won the battle, but felt like an overstuffed bag of icing. She threw on her white blouse, clawing at the buttons to make them connect. They strained across her chest like doomed lovers about to fall off a cliff, holding on for dear life. I need to go shopping, Anna whined internally. I can do that if I get this job.
Anna clamored into the bathroom and threw make up at her face. She slapped her brown hair with a brush. She sat down on her couch to put on her shoes. She wanted to wear heels, but she needed to power walk if she was going to make it on time. She looked down and noticed that here socks were mismatched. One was black and other was only kinda-sorta, probably-just-a-dark-blue black. She glanced at her watch. She was supposed to leave ten minutes ago. She put on her flats, nabbed her purse, and slammed the front door behind her.
She power walked down the side walk for five blocks. Mercifully, she managed to hit a string of green lights, letting her cross each street without breaking stride. But she was breathing hard. She didn’t get enough exercise since she left college. She felt her pants and shirt strangle her curves. New gym membership; add it to the list, she thought to herself. Anna did hit a red light eventually. She checked herself out in the glass window of the building on the corner. Her clothes strained over her big chest and plump butt. A few strands of hair had escaped her ponytail. She looked at her chest and her shoulders slumped. She was wearing a black bra under her white shirt. Fuck, she admonished herself.
After 17 minutes of power walking, she arrived at the business. Or the building it was in. It was an old building carved from stone with stately columns. Anna looked at the sign out front, double checking what floor to go to. FLOOR 3: SEEDER’S AND CO. it said, in a regal typeface. Third floor, like I thought. Anna had done the due diligence of scouting out the location a couple days before. But this was her first time actually stepping inside. The first floor was just as old-money as the outside: wood floors, sconces, and wood furniture. But no elevator. Anna scampered up the (wood) staircase until she faced the frosted glass door that housed all her potential professional ambitions. Anna panted as quietly as she could, wiping sweat from her brow. She looked at her watch. She had managed to arrive two minutes early. She stood up straight, smoothed her shirt, took a deep breath, grabbed the brass doorknob, and opened the door.
Anna walked into a small lobby. There was a wood desk with a woman sitting behind it. The woman looked up as Anna entered. “Hello,” she said without smiling.
Anna closed the door behind her. “Hi,” she said back, trying to sound chipper. “My name is Anna Dusack. I have an interview today.”
“Yes,” said the woman in neutral tone. “Please, take a seat. Miss Seeder will be with you shortly.” She gestured toward one of the high-back leather chairs in the corner of the room. She looked back down at the pad of paper in front of her, and began scribbling away.
“Thank you,” Anna said, and sat down. She sank into the embrace of the chair. Anna took a sweeping glance of the office. The name plate on the secretary’s desk read Miss Willow in curvy letters. On each side of her was a short hallway and a closed door with a name plate of it’s own. The one on the left read Sales. The one of the right read Seeder. A third door read Closet.
Anna took deep breaths. She closed her eyes. Interview Mode: On! she thought to herself. You’re sweaty and out of breath. You have mismatched socks. Everyone can see your bra. But right now, you’re gonna get in there and-
“Come with me Miss Dusack.” Anna’s eyes snapped open. The secretary was standing by the hallway on the right. Anna could get a good look at her now. She was slight, and a little shorter than Anna. She had black hair that just brushed her shoulders. Big chest, especially for her frame. She had a small butt that her pencil skirt clung to. She was wearing a white button up shirt, and had the good sense to wear a white bra underneath. She had black glasses and eyes bluer than sapphires. “Miss seeder will see you now.” The secretary opened the door to the office and Anna followed inside.
The office was the same fashion as the rest of the floor. In the middle of it was a massive mahogany desk, big enough to lay on. Behind the desk was a petite blonde woman. She looked up from her papers and greeted Anna. “Hello, Miss Dusack,” she chimed, standing up and extending her hand.
“Hi, nice to meet you.” Anna responded in kind. She clasped the woman’s hand and gave it two firm shakes. The hand was small and the fingers delicate. Anna guessed she was in her 30s. She was a tad bursa bayan eskort shorter than Anna. She had a small chest. She wore a black blazer, pink button up, and black slacks.
“Please, take a seat,” Miss Seeder said, offering one of the chairs on the other side of her desk. The secretary took another chair on the side of the desk perpendicular to the other women. She sat down and crossed her legs. “Miss Willow will be joining us to take notes for my future reference.” Miss Seeder explained.
“Understood,” Anna said as she sat herself. She took a deep breath. Miss Seeder sat back down and put both elbows on the desk, resting her chin on her interlaced fingers. She blinked a few times. Anna gave a weak smile. The secretary clicked a pen, hovering it over a clipboard.
“Tell me about yourself, Miss Dusack.” Miss Seeder said, breaking the silence.
“I graduated from Westover College two years ago,” Anna began, her canned answer springing from her lips. “I studied Communications, emphasizing in radio broadcast. I did an internship at Cityrail Radio my senior year.”
“What did you think of the radio job?” Miss Seeder probed. “Why aren’t you pursuing something with radio now?”
Anna held up her chin and sat up straight. “The radio station was interesting enough. But it was far from what I imagined. It’s a lot of ‘come here,’ ‘do this,’ running around at odd hours doing odd jobs. And I didn’t spend any time on air. They didn’t have space on the talent sheet. Again, it wasn’t bad, but by the end of it, the irregular schedule was grating. And I prefer to be in closer contact with the public.”
Miss Seeder smiled. Anna heard Miss Willow scratching at her note pad with a pen. That must have been a decent answer, Anna thought to herself.
“Yes, I can imagine that kind of work being quite chaotic,” Miss Seeder replied. “I prefer a regular nine to five myself. Now,” Miss Seeder dropped her smile and lay her hands on the table. “how did you here about our establishment?”
“From a friend at college.” Anna responded. Miss Seeder said nothing. Miss Willow’s pen hung above the notepad. “Well,” Anna continued. “Not a friend, exactly. It was one of the nurses at student health. I volunteered (is it volunteering if they paid me?) there quite a bit. For research studies. And she mentioned your business.”
“Why would she mention my business during scientific research?” Miss Willow prodded. “It seems odd to bring it up in that context.”
Anna swallowed. “The studies were about… reproductive health. And…” Anna looked toward the corner of the room to avoid the older woman’s gaze. “And she thought I would be a good fit,” Anna finished, returning her gaze to Miss Seeder.
“How so?” Anna blushed. She couldn’t say anything. She knew this part of the interview would come up, but now that it was here, it was overbearing.
“Miss Dusack,” Miss Seeder interrupted. “Do you know what my business is about?”
“Yes,” Anna squeaked.
“Tell me,” the older woman commanded.
“The nurse told me that you help women get pregnant.”
“And why do they come to us for that, instead of a doctor?”
“Because you offer them a good time while doing?”
“Yes. And?”
“You offer them the best…” Anna looked at the floor.
“The best what, dear?”
Anna brought her gaze back. “The best semen money can buy.”
Miss Seeder clapped her hands “Precisely.” She leaned in close. “And do you have the best semen money can buy, Anna?”
“Yes,” Anna responded. “I have genes in the top ninety percentile. The nurse told me so.” She pushed her chest out, straining her shirt buttons. “And I can show any woman the time of her life. I have experience in that at least.”
“Would you demonstrate that for us?” Miss Seeder asked, her eyes glinting. Anna deflated back in her chair.
“Right now?” she asked.
“Well, not with a woman, per-say.” Miss Seeder glanced at Miss Willow, who silently put her note pad on the floor under her chair, and moved toward the closet in the corner of the room. “I have a standardized test to measure your abilities.” Anna watched in silence as Miss Willow produced a device from the closet. It was a glass sculpture of woman’s torso. Inside it was pink rubber tube. At the bottom of the torso was a pink rubber opening at the crotch, that connected to the pink tube inside. At the top of the torso, where the head would be, was a black tube connected to a hand pump. Miss Willow heaved it onto the desk, it’s pink opening facing Anna. Miss Seeder opened a drawer in her desk and produced a bottle of lube. She placed it on the desk next to the glass mannequin.
There was silence. Anna looked the glass mannequin up and down. She stared at the distorted view of the pink tube inside. She looked at the bottle of lube, with it’s clear liquid and baby blue cap. She looked at Miss Seeder and Miss Willow. One sitting, one standing. One smiling, one neutral. Both facing her. Waiting.
“Please bursa escort bayan show us your talents, Miss Dusack,” Miss Seeder said. Anna looked back down at the glass mannequin. An eternal second of silence went by. Anna took a deep breath and stood up. She unbuttoned her slacks and pulled down the zipper. Her thighs and butt welcomed the release, bowing outward. She reached inside the confines of her pants and grasped what was inside.
The pale skin came into the florescent lights of the office. She pulled out several inches, her hand rising past her belly button. She sound of friction between her shaft and her slacks broke the silence. She grasped the exposed inches with her other hand and pulled with both hands. The coil of soft flesh doubled over itself, snaking out of and into her pants. Her hands pulled higher, the upper hand now brushing the underside of her chest. She let the flesh slide thru her lower hand. Finally, the pink head revealed itself, the full coil of soft meat fully exposed. Anna held it in her hands for a moment. She didn’t dare look up. She just stared down at her soft member. She let it fall from her hands. It tumbled down, it’s head slapping both of her knees, swinging like a grandfather clock. She looked up.
Miss Seeder had leaned forward to get a better look at Anna’s meat. Even the stalwart secretary was getting an eyeful. “That’s very impressive, Miss Dusack,” she said. “And you’re not even erect.” She tapped the glass mannequin, letting a high-pitched ping ring out. “Don’t keep us in suspense. I want to see what you can do.”
Anna nodded and began stoking herself. She grabbed her soft swinging shaft and began pulling it up like a length of rope. She gave herself slow tugs from her base to her head, coaxing blood inside. She felt the muscles tense and expand. The bend in the shaft rose higher, arching her cock like a candy cain. She stroked herself with both hands. She felt the skin stretch, and the ridging in her cock harden. She could feel her stumbling heartbeat under the skin.
Anna became fully erect. Her cock soared out of her slacks, it’s head grazing her chin. It was as thick as her wrist. It pulsed and twitched and swayed, waiting for orders. Miss Seeder nodded toward the the bottle of lube. Anna rolled up her sleeves and picked it up. She took off the cap and poured a modest amount into her hands. She put the bottle back down and rubbed her hands together. The lube made gentle squelching sounds between her palms. She grabbed her cock with both hands. The cool liquid made her shudder. She slathered her meat, giving it an even coat. She started with her head and worked downward. But only the top half of her shaft was wet when her hands ran dry.
“Looks like you could use a top up,” Miss Seeder said, grabbing the bottle of lube and uncapping it. “Hold still.” She leaned across the desk and poured more lube onto Anna’s cockhead, anointing it. Anna held her arms at her sides, her moist hands hanging in the air. Anna held her breath as the clear liquid lazed down her cock. Miss Seeder sat back and put the bottle in front of her. Anna grasped her meat again and spread the lube to her lower shaft. Her cock was covered now, glistening like a Christmas ham.
Anna looked at the glass mannequin. She grasped her cock head and lowered it to the level of the rubber opening. She brushed her tip against it. It felt cold. She grabbed one of the mannequin’s transparent hips and pushed her head inside, the pink rubber folds parting to accept her. She pushed in a couple inches. Anna felt the ribbing on the inside of the tube. She grabbed the other glass hip and pushed in further. She saw the pink tube expanding with her meat inside. As she pushed forward, the bulge in the tube climbed further and further up, like a snake slithering under a blanket. Anna took a step forward and plunged further into the mannequin. Excess lube was wrung from her cock around the mannequin’s opening and dripped onto the desk. Anna took another step forward. She felt the rubber tighten around her cock as she stretched it out. She was halfway inside now.
Anna paused and took a breath. She didn’t dare look up at Miss Seeder’s face again. With a small grunt, Anna thrust the rest of her length inside, nudging the desk forward. The outline of her cock was now deep inside the mannequin. She could see the roundness of her cockhead underneath the mannequin’s artfully sculpted clavicle.
“Good.” Miss Seeder praised. She grabbed the hand pump attached to the mannequin’s neck by a black rubber tube. It looked like the pump of a blood pressure reader at a hospital. She tightened the metal screw. “Now, Miss Willow is going to ask you some questions. When she asks her first question, you are to begin thrusting and not stop until you have answered all of Miss Willow’s questions. You may not cum until I tell you to do so.”
“How many questions are there?” Anna asked.
“Start thrusting,” Miss Seeder commanded. Anna complied. She felt the ribbing inside the tube tug on her.
Miss Willow held her legal pad and read the first question. “What would your coworkers from your previous job describe your performance?”
“They would say that I’m easy to get along with and put other’s at ease in stressful situations,” Anna answered. Easy question she thought to herself. She was thrusting slowly, pacing herself.
“What was something in your previous job that you did well at?”
“I was good with communication. Letting people know when they could expect things to be finished, what I needed from them, and if there were any problems. I got this.
“Pick up the pace, Miss Dusack.” Miss Seeder squeezed the pump once. Anna felt the rubber tube tighten around her flesh. Anna upped her tempo.
“What aspects of your previous job did you struggle with?”
“I would get frustrated if there wasn’t a stated reason for why we were doing something,” Anna answered. “Especially if it was a decision that didn’t make sense to me.” She felt the tube tighten as Miss Seeder subjected her to another squeeze of the pump.
Miss Willow looked up from her legal pad, armed with a ball point. “What would you do when that situation came up?”
“Pick up the pace,” Miss Willow interjected.
Anna complied, now giving the mannequin full thrusts. She could hear the squeak of the desk grinding against the floor. She started to pant. “I would uh, I would ask my boss why they were doing… why they were making this choice. Sometimes they told me. And if they didn’t I would just…” Anna sucked air thru her teeth as Miss Seeder gave another squeeze of the pump. “I would tell myself to trust them that they knew what they were doing.”
Miss Willow scratched at her notepad. The desk continued to squeak. She turned the page of the legal pad. “What’s something you want to improve on in your professional life?”
Miss Seeder subjected Anna to another squeeze. The rubber tube was strangling her cock. She couldn’t even pull out all the way. “I want… to be more punctual…” Another pump. Anna folded forward, her elbows landing either side of the mannequin. Sweat dripped from her froward and splashed on the glass chest. “both professionally… and personally.” she gasped into her warped reflection.
Miss Seeder penned Anna’s answer into the legal pad and put it on the desk in front of Miss Seeder. The three of them sat in silence, save for Anna’s thrusting. “Was that the last question?” she pleaded.
“Do you want to cum?” Miss Seeder asked with a smile.
“Yes!” Anna squeaked.
“Then you may,” Miss Seeder said. She squeezed the pump in regular intervals. The rubber tube constricted harder and harder, turning white. Another pump. The rubber cracked. Anna thrusted with reckless abandon. With a final squeeze of the pump, the rubber tube broke, and Anna’s cock head breached into the interior of the mannequin’s body. The pressure proliferated out of the tube, and released it’s chokehold. Anna let out a cry as she nut, a rope of cum blasting out of her. The first blast struck the roof the glass interior, letting out an audible thump. A second rope followed, blasting the interior shoulder of the mannequin. Anna bucked her hips. More cum shot out of her, splashing into the puddle contained within the mannequin. Anna rode out her orgasm, spit and sweat dripping from her face onto the mannequin. Inside the mannequin, languid drops of cum lazed from the ceiling into the white puddle beneath. The pink rubber tube was ripped, with Anna’s still hard dick poking thru the tear.
The room was silent save Anna’s panting. She looked up. Miss Seeder had a wide smile on her face the black pump still in her hand. “Thank you very much for the demonstration, Miss Dusack,” she purred. “We’ll keep in touch.” She turned toward her assistant. “Miss Willow, please show Miss Dusack to the water closet, so she can wash herself up.”
“Yes Ma’am,” Miss Willow answered. She put down her pad of paper. “Follow me.” Anna wordlessly began pulling out of the mannequin, her legs shaking. “Don’t drip on the carpet.” Anna held up her deflating dick with both hands. Her cock was a like a greasy pole. She awkwardly held it skyward in one had, and held a cupped hand beneath, trying to catch any stray drops. Miss Willis opened the floor to the lobby and Anna waddled after.
“Have a good day!” Miss Seeder called, twirling the hand pump by it’s black cord. After a few minutes, Miss Willow returned. She sat in the chair occupied by Anna at the start of the interview. Miss Seeder was still grinning. “What did you think of her?” she asked.
Miss Willow crossed her legs. “She’s a little disheveled and definitely green.” Her eyes wandered to the used mannequin still laying on the desk. “But she has some natural talent. With the right training, I think she could become a hot commodity.”
Miss Seeder clapped her hands. “That’s exactly what I thought! I mean yes, she was easy to ruffle, but she can be confident. And natural talent,” she jostled the mannequin, watching the contents slosh inside. “is putting it lightly. Look at that volume. That’s gotta be at least half an inch of depth. And she even broke the tube.”