FabSwingers.com forum: The interview

By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago

Feeling frazzled and it wasn't yet lunchtime. The morning had been an utter waste of time spent interviewing people that lacked the skills and charisma to work for my organisation.

Jack was due to arrive in 5 minutes. Another no hoper no doubt, i thought to myself.

The phone rang. Jack was in the building the receptionist said. 03/04/1992. Young but old enough i thought to myself with a wry grin.

The feeling of horror was reciprocated, i could tell, as Jack walked through the door.

I obviously didn't ask his surname that night he came round in his rugby kit and used my ass.

And now here he was. Suited and booted. Those unmistakable boyish looks, that cropped blonde hair.

"Hello I'm Jack" he said, extending a large masculine hand which he expected me to take and shake.

He took my hand into his which was sweaty and held it firmly.

"I know!" I said sarcastically.

"for fuck sake" I muttered under my breath

Jack looked tense and uncomfortable, unable to make eye contact.

"what time can you come round I MEAN WHAT CAN YOU BRING TO THIS ORGANISATION?"

That Freudian slip broke the ice and shattered my last remaining fragment of pride. But Jack's smile was just as infectious today as it was the night he came over after midnight and fucked me in the hallway, ordering me to suck his cock now the moment he arrived.