Part 1.

“Dress for an interview?! Da fuck does that even mean?!”. Fifi and Bubbles both give me a blank stare and a shrug of the shoulders. After much panicked deliberation, Fifi and I decided on a knee length black pencil skirt, a lovely green chiffon shirt, an underbust corset belt, some killer ankle boots and of course the outfit wouldn’t be complete without my dorky geps! Those are ready made sexy secretary glasses! I was shaking doing my hair and fucked it up so many times. Finally he sent me the address……..some swanky offices in the snooty part of town. The staff will direct me to the room. Ahhhh shit, other people! Gradually absolute panic starts to set in, panic that I’m going to make an total arse out of myself, panic that he might wear my skin as some sort of twisted trophy. Ultimately the former stresses me out more but I put my whittling knife in my bag just incase.

I’m cautious of the time. He told me not to be late……I’m late for *everything* but it’ll be fine, I’ll have that joint and coffee. It’ll calm my nerves sure!

So now I’m running 15 minutes late but I’m on the bus. Usually public transport stresses me out but today I’m preoccupied somewhat. Fucking hell this driver is slow, I’d almost swear he was doing it on purpose! I’m sure the boss man won’t mind, I’ll just explain……Ahhhh FUCK ITS THE FESTIVAL!!

25 minutes late and counting. After a cunt of a bus detour and battling the hords of summer tourists, I arrive. I’m absolutely bricking it by this point but I’m here now so fuck it. I take a deep breath put my big girl pants on and walk through the glass doors into a hall filled with marble and mirrors. The clip clop from the heels on my ankle boots makes me self conscious. I approach the reception where three staff members fall quiet. “I’m looking for the Orkney room” I try to sound confident, like I don’t feel like I’m about to piss myself and like I’m supposed to be there! One of the men in a gross beige v neck sweater looked at my tits as he jumped up to show me. “This way!” He looked at me with the equivalent of a limp handshake in a look and made my skin crawl. One, two, three doors……ooooh door number four. Beige guy opens the door, right Kiki its go time!

There at the other side of the table, in a little white rent an office, sits the boss man in that same sexy grey kilt he wore when we met for coffee! A cheeky smile draws across his face as the beige guy shuts the door. This place has me majorly on edge already. “You’re late” he hands me a bottle of water. My hands tremble so much that I consider using my teeth to open it but then remember myself. “You’re late, and even after I gave you an extra ten minutes”. Clumsy excuses about busses and tourists start to fall from my mouth. “Against the door” his voice calm and steady but it fills the room. I do not argue. I stand against the door, covering the small window that goes out into the hall. I can hear the other offices buzzing with people. The thought that we’re gonna get fucking caught starts to bounce around my head…..I feel that familiar tingle, that arousal you get when you fuck somewhere you know you’re not supposed to. This only intensifys as he gets up and walks towards me.

“Wider” he motions to spread my legs and pulls up my skirt. On his knees in front of me, looking up with those inky hypnotic eyes he gets close enough that I can feel his breath through the red lace he requested. The warmth spreads over my pussy making me shiver……”EEEEEE!” I let out a sharp squeak as he bites hard on my inner thigh! “Shhhhhh not a sound”. I nod in compliance and stifle more screams with my hand as he bites me two, three, four, five, six times! He holds me against the door as I wriggle, trying to get free…….I don’t try too hard mind, I’m enjoying this way too much already. I wonder if he knows how wet I am, I bet he does. He must do. These really uncomfortable yet massively sexy knickers are soaked I can feel it, can he smell me? He must have noticed my mind wandering while he was kissing my already bruised thighs, he flicked my clit! Another stifled squeak! As he pulls my wet pants out of the way, my legs start to quiver but I notice a wicked flash in his eye. Snap! He let them go and the elastic sprang back and slapped my clit, felt pretty good but no time to recover from the sharp shock before he’s gently caressing an playing with my hood piercing. Feels really fucking good but if I’m honest I just want him to fuck me…….never been good with waiting for things I want! He quickly slips a finger inside me. I choke on a moan and he smiles tells me he likes how wet I am. He starts going faster and faster. Oh fuck another finger! Now he’s rubbing my clit…….I’m so close, oh shit!! “Uh uh not yet……not yet!” I try to hold back as he brings me to the brink. “Not yet…..you didn’t ask”. “Please can I cum?!” I try to control the volume of my voice and it comes out as a croak. He raises an eyebrow and I manage to get out a slightly more audible “please Sir can I cum”. I stress the sir because I knew that’s what was missing. Closer, closer and just as my legs are shaking and tense, I’m struggling to keep quiet and probably look like I’m having a stroke, he stops! He fucking stops! Rage, disappointment and sheer disbelief was written all over my face. On some level I knew that’s what was going to happen but fuck me I was not pleased! Laughter escapes from that twisted little smile and his eyes take in a mischievous glow. He wipes his hand on my face and sits back in his chair behind the table. “Sit” he commands, I gladly do so. At thus point I’m regretting the sexy boots and longing for bare feet!

I take a shaky drink of water, gulping it down. I’m so hot and sweaty that my glasses keep steaming up! As I wipe them again I notice that he’s reclining slightly and has lifted that kilt. Finally I can confirm he’s a hell of a true Scotsman!! All I can think about is how much I want to play with the piercing in his cock! I’m actually thrilled about it, but a little worried that it’s going to get stuck on the bars on my tongue. “Give me a number” that low voice, commanding an answer and sending chills down my spine! “Well?!” He wants to know how close I am to cumming. “Seven or an eight”. This isnt good enough and he indicates that i should resume my position against the door. ” show me your cum face, I want to see you cum” I’m utterly bemused by this but i try to comply. He rubs my clit and roughly fingers me, stops then tells me to cum. “Keep going, let yourself go and cum for me”. Fuck knows how he done it but I fuckin finally came……without any physical contact! Like on command! “Again” An I to my utter shock and surprise it happens again. The fucker has trained me to cum on demand! Clearly two orgasms are all im getting as ita all about the edging from there on in. Again and again and again, over and over he brought me so close, edging me while I slowly lost my mind. I quietly begged to cum. “Fuck! Please, please” I exclaime, frustrated, not used to being denied. Instantly I knew I’d fucked up, I didn’t say sir…….and I swore. Just then my alarm goes off…..some cheesy song by rusted roots, the one in matilda. I feel my face flush red and it only gets worse when my stupid bambi legs give way as I rush to turn it off! I almost face plant the table. Fifi is gonna love this.

This went on for two hours! Two hours if intense pussy eating, fingerings and playing with my ass. At one point all three! Theres still people in all the offices and walking the corridor and try as I might I am not a quiet person! Once he’s done tormenting me he sits and begins giving me instructions. My head fucked and reeling I try to take in what he is saying. ” When you leave we will walk out shake hands, say thank you and you’ll leave. Go left, then left again. I’ll come find you”.

I get up to go, sort myself out and make sure my tits aren’t hanging out. “You’re might want to pick up your pants”. Shit they are on the floor by the chair where I left them, that was close! We walk out the room shake hands, say thanks and I walk away still fully under his hypnotically inky spell! I walk past beige boy and his pal at reception. I feel like they know exactly what just happened and it only makes me more turned on.

I finally get out on the street, light the pre rolled joint in my pocket and have a little giggle to myself at the absurdity of the situation I find myself in. I smoke my joint and make my way to, well…..fuck knows. My phone goes “turn left now”. I turn left and stop, a sporty wee convertible pulls up and I get in his car.