Interviewing in Berlin Day 1

Interviewing in Berlin

Author's note:

This chapter contains undiluted German, a little French, and some other British use of language. I'm not going to translate, but I'm sure a certain well known search engine will do it for you.

To be honest, much will be translated in context, and very little is essential for the narrative.

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Whoever was doing the admin for Miss Davenport, they were doing a great job. The flights and transfers had gone swimmingly, and here they were, her and Guillaume, settled into their suite. Off to one side was a huge master bedroom, centrally was a lounge area with everything she was going to need for her meetings that day. Off to the other side was a small bedroom where Guillaume, or Bill or Bull, whatever she was in the mood for calling him, would stay for security whilst she was interviewing.

She had two today, one at ten and one at two. After a leisurely start, they needed to rush a bit to get ready in time. Bill went off to the side room, and Miss Jones had dressed herself in a loose, floral print, knee length dress, with a thin belt and heels to complete the look.

Right on time, there was a knock at the door. Miss Jones's 5'10" had gained a a couple of inches with the heels, but even so, the young man at the door was a touch taller. Dreamy too, though she didn't let it show in her demeanour. He was tall, yes, slim but athletically so. His neatly cropped dark blond hair, smooth chin and cute nose were a very good start. The interview instructions to potential candidates were very clearly not to dress for an office job, but to be casual and comfortable. His white cotton shirt, loose trousers and sockless loafers were perfect. A hint of blond chest hair at the V of his shirt completed the attractive picture.

She beckoned him to follow her in to the room and indicated one of the comfortable armchairs.

"Welcome, and thank you very much for coming. Is English okay? Wir können Deutsch sprechen wenn Sie wollen?"

"Ich bedanke Ihnen, Fräulein, but English is fine mit mir. It is better for me to speak English to improve. Please tell me if it can be better. And what should I call you for today, bitte?"

"Fräulein Jones is appropriate, thank you. This is an interview of sorts, but I'd like to make you welcome as my guest today. It's not a 30 minutes with a fixed questions and out the door. I want to get to know you and see if you'll fit with our organisation."

"Fräulein Jones, I'll do everything I can to fit in."

Miss Jones to a few seconds to reflect on the training she'd received. There were some key phrases that Miss Davenport had instilled upon her. Drilled, even. She had been so clear about the purpose of the interview, but how willing she should be to curtail things if there was no chance of them being suitable. And very, very clear about the boundaries and expectations.

So her reflections so far were - handsome boy, reads the instructions, compliant, respectful. Good start!

"So, Johan, would you like some coffee or tea?"

"Thank you, Fräulein Jones, black coffee, a little sugar for me."

"I'll just order something up, but we'll get chatting meanwhile. So tell me something about yourself... I know you're 23 and have lived in Berlin all your life, but I'm interested in what makes you think you are suitable for our company?"

"Well, I don't know where to start... I love women, that's a good thing, I'm sure... I've had a few girlfriends, some experience, I think, and I always like to please my lover, you know... um, Fräulein Jones, how much do you want me to say?"

At that moment, almost with comic timing, there was a knock on the door. Miss Jones leapt up and took the tray from the waiter, deftly slipping him a twenty euro note. She took the tray across to the low table between them, and served their drinks.

She leant forward, reached out to touch his knee, and said in a low husky voice:

"I want you to be tell me exactly what pleased your girlfriends, there is nothing you can say that will offend me. More sugar in your coffee?"

"Ja, ein bißchen Zucker, Danke. Well, Fräulein Jones, I learnt very soon that some women enjoy my tongue very much. I mean not everyone but if they didn't like it, then I was disappointed so I moved on, you know. I think I enjoy pleasing meine Freundin."

"That's very good... but was that all that pleased them?"

"Oh no, Fräulein Jones, not at all, they were very pleased with my, er, Schwanz, how do say in English? They don't teach you those words in English lessons!"

"Oh, there are lots of names, I'm sure, in every language, but we can settle for cock or dick. Are you big?"

"Ja, Fräulein Jones, so I'm told, I've never thought about it too much or measured against anyone else."

Miss Jones paused for effect.

"Johan, are you serious about this job? Are you prepared to live on a Caribbean island for a year? If so, we're going to take this interview onwards. By the way, you're doing very, very well so far, I'm very encouraged."

"Absolut, ja, ich bedanke Ihnen."

"Then if you really want it, you'll need to do whatever I say for the next hour. If you succeed you've got yourself a fantastic job. Verstehst Du?"

She deliberately switched to the more familiar 'Du' expecting him to continue to address him as 'Sie', another assertion of control.

"Ja, sicher, Fräulein Jones. Was immer Sie wollen."

Miss Jones took a few moments to look at him again, to appraise what she'd learnt. Nice guy, did what he was told... Yes, and he addressed her properly too. What did Miss D say during her training? 'Get me the compliant ones, not the arrogant ones.'

"Stand up! Shirt off! That's better, yes, now turn round for me, let's have a good look. Hands on your hips, yes, good... now kneel down, right there."

Miss Jones stood up, untied her belt, and with quite a theatrical flourish, whipped off her dress. She stood before him, wearing from the floor up, heels, white hold-up stockings, a white bra, and very broad smile.

"Johan, everything today is part of the interview, weißt Du, but none more so than what you do next. You told me your Freundinnen liked your tongue. I want you to give me the best licking you've ever given. Take your time. If you do, the job is yours, guaranteed."

"Ja, sicher, Fräulein Jones. Gerne!"

That last word of enthusiasm was so genuine that it was going to a be an absolute pleasure roller coaster for her now, she was sure. She sat back in the armchair, and spread her legs wide, hooking one heel over each arm of the chair. Wordlessly, she beckoned him forward and relaxed, shutting her eyes and resting her hands on her thighs.

He crawled towards her, she could feel his breath on her legs. He gently stroked her thighs through the stockings, the very first part of his seduction. The stroking continued for a little while, the backs of his hands, fingertips, using his palms to rub around under her thighs. She knew not to ask, but she wanted him to make a move on her pussy, she wanted it so badly. So why had she told him to take his time? It was going to be a slow burn.

Then finally, she felt his lips on her exposed thigh, just marginally above the seam of her stockings. All the while sensually rubbing the underside of her stockings. Switching from one side to kissing the other. Then feinting to go the other way but licking the same leg again.

This was exquisite torture, so good! His kisses edged closer to her pussy, but still far too far away. Gradually edging closer, switching, side to side, teasing, always teasing. Closer and closer to her pussy. A little lick in the crease of her thigh, then the other side, even closer.

His kissing stopped, he just used his breath to push warm air onto her aching lips. Then a pause. He went back to her stocking tops, kissing just above the hem, back and forth, gradually moving up her thigh again, but no quicker than last time, gradually edging towards her sacred lips.

Finally he started to get closer... he kissed outside one lip, above her clit, then back down the other side. A little lick underneath, oooh! An unexpected delight! He sensed it, too, heard her sharp intake of breath, and stopped licking. But his finger replaced his tongue, rubbing slowing back and forth, almost to her rosebud and almost reaching the bottom of her lips. More frustration as he deliberately reached neither. As he rubbed he blew some more on her lips, as if hoping to open them by air alone.

Then at last something gentle ran up her closed lips - was it a finger or the tip if his tongue? The wetness meant it had to be his tongue. It meandered up to the top, almost to her clit then back down. It was moving so slowly, she wanted to rub herself against it, but she restrained herself. A few more up and down strokes then she felt his thumbs easing her labia apart. Not much, but enough to that when that delightful tongue probed again it was just a touch further in, a touch more contact, and undoubtedly more pleasure.

Then his tongue began actively pushing inwards. Stiffer than the soft lick before, a little more urgency. For the first time, he had really begun to rev her engines, and her orgasm had reached the beginning of the runway. She was ready to take off, but frustratingly she wasn't the pilot. The thumbs on her lips were joined by some fingers and she was now getting opened up, exposing her most sensitive places. He got really busy now, not pressing hard yet, but his tip really darting about, touching her here, there and everywhere. He stepped the pace up and lapped up and down, fast.

Oh this is it, he's really got me going now, that's it, I'm getting closer. She was speeding down the runway leaning back in the armchair, anticipating take off when...

He stopped!!! Competely broke contact with her! How could he? When I was so, so close. Ah, of course, he's edging me, the canny boy. Nice!

Many years ago, in her first year as an undergraduate, she'd dated a sweet fellow university student. They'd spent hours together experimenting and playing. One of their favourite things was for him to lie on his back on the bed. She would play with his cock for hours, gently teasing, edging him. If he got close, he would tap on her leg to let her know to back off. He didn't speak, of course, because she would sit on his face the whole time, enjoying a long slow licking herself. She had lots of orgasms as she never told him to let up and get edged herself. But when she finally let her lovely boyfriend pop his load it would go absolutely everywhere!

Now she was on the receiving end of an edging - and she would let Johan play things out. Let's see how well he can judge the pace, she concluded.

Her outer lips had closed up again and he began again working his way from outside in. He was holding her wide open and exploring again, the tip of his tongue going everywhere. Quicker this time, building her arousal. And when he worked his way up, he gave her clit some attention. Not just getting close and backing off, but getting there and focussing on the hardening tip. Sucking it in between his lips, holding it there and flicking with his tongue back and forth. He must have known from her panting that he was really doing it for her. Then he went back to her lips, fast licking, really getting his tongue going up and down, never pausing for a second, wanting to make her cum, willing her to cum, faster and faster. Oh shit, this was good, please don't stop this time, just keep going, I'm almost there, panting faster, yes, just one more flick of your wonderful tongue will do it... lift off approaching...

Once more he stopped. He pulled back and grinned at her. Oh yes, you gorgeous young man, you know exactly what you've done to me, don't you?

"I think you've ably demonstrated your prowess, nicht wahr? Now finish me off properly and we'll see if your Schwanz is as impressive as you say it is."

"Ja, gerne."

This time he went straight for it. His tongue quickly worked its way in, her lips held apart by the thumb and finger from one hand. Ooh, that tongue is quick, she thought. The clincher was the two fingers from his other hand that he pushed into her. And pushed again and again. Oh yes, now we're off to the races. Which was going quicker, his fingers or tongue? She didn't really care, because either one would have brought her off. But together they were rushing her towards a huge orgasm. Ooh, it was building nicely, finally air traffic control had given permission for take off, and a huge groan of pleasure left her lips. At the same time, a big squirt left her pussy and landed squarely on Johan's face. She slumped back into the armchair, VERY satisfied.

"Thank you, Fräulein Jones."

"You're thanking me?", she laughed, throwing him a towel to wipe the mess off his face.

"Sure! I enjoyed very much pleasing you, and you gave me a very big compliment at the end."

"I can tell you that you've just given me one of the best lickings of my life, I don't often react like that! And the job is pretty much yours, as I doubt you're going to be a disappointment when I get to see more of you. Now stand up and get naked for me."

He was already naked from the waist up, so dropping his trousers and getting out of his socks at the same time left him just in his underpants. His cock was straining to get out, stretching the material. A little wet spot appeared at the tip.

"Don't stop now, I want you to strip naked. Alles klar?"

"Gerne, Fräulein Jones."

He finally took off his pants and stood there in all his glory. Naked, barely an ounce of fat, light blonde chest hair, tight ass, and then ... the main event, a very stiff, mouth-watering piece of manhood.

"Would you mind if I just measured it?"

"Not at all, Fräulein Jones. Is it okay?"

"Okay?", she laughed, "Prima, ausgezeichnet, wunderbar!"

He smiled, almost with a hint of nervousness, that his marvelous cock wouldn't be enough. Shit, she thought to herself, his tongue alone would have kept her happy. This interviewing business was not too bad.

Miss Davenport liked data and one of the things she'd asked for was measurements!

'We like to be able to advertise big guys. You know how some women are size Queens. We're here to give them what they want and make them pay handsomely for it." That was Miss D's mantra and she'd made her pack a tape measure.

"Very impressive, Johan, 25cm."

"Well Fräulein Jones, it's not what you've got but what you do with it, nicht wahr?"

"Well all I want you to do is just stand there and let me enjoy it."

She fetched a pillow from the bed and knelt before him. Now let's taste this thing, she thought, a mouthful of pleasure coming up.

She opened wide and just about got the tip into her mouth. There's no way I'm deepthroating this, she thought.

A good sucking, though, was just what she wanted to give him. He tasted clean, a little salty and he was definitely very aroused. She loved the softness of his skin, with the hardness and stiffness of his rod.

A few hard fast sucks and he was gasping. When she started to scratch his balls with her impeccably manicured digits, he definitely moaned.

"Fräulein Jones, ich bin ganz nahr."

Of course he was close, but she didn't care. She definitely wasn't interested in edging him, she wanted him to cum, right down her throat, and she could see how quickly he recovered for Round 2. Not too long, she hoped, she really needed to be FUCKED. The sudden realisation that she wanted his magnificent cock inside her wet cunt stopped her for a moment.

'Stay cool, stay professional", she told herself. Suck him, make him cum, see how he tastes. More data. Like wine tasting notes, she laughed inwardly.

Suddenly it happened. All Johan's excitement, all that time pleasuring her had really excited him. How long has he been saving this up? I'm about to find out!

He groaned, muttering some indecipherable Deutsch involving his Mutti and Gott in Himmel, and finally gave her what she craved. It went right back to her interview with Mr Smith, on her knees swallowing delicious cum. Three or four very impressive spurts and even a few smaller ones to follow. Luckily the experienced fellatrix that she was had no problems taking it all and licking her lips afterwards to make sure she hadn't missed any.

"Thank you, Fräulein Jones, that was very good, I'm very, uh, ganz erfröht, I think."

"Johan, you gave me a superb pussy licking, one of the very best I've ever had. I gave you a very quick blowjob, I wasn't trying to make it good, just quick. Now if I had the time, I'd love to give a really, really good one that lasted a long time. But this is still part of your interview, and part of the process is to discover how quickly you're ready I want to see you get stiff again, and PDQ."

"PDQ? Das verstehe ich nicht, kannst du mir erklären?"

"Sie, bitte, not Du."

"I'm so sorry, Fräulein Jones, I meant 'Sie', not 'Du' but after what we have done together, you know..."

"PDQ means 'pretty damn quick', you know, so schnell wie möglich."

"Oh, sure, I'm very happy with that. Would you like to watch me get myself ready?"

"Mmm, yes please. I'd love that, how would you like me to, you know, perform for you?"

"I'd like you to lie down on the floor. I'm going to sit on your face and I want you to build yourself up slowly. I'll tell you when I think you're ready, okay?"

He nodded, lay down on the floor, and Miss Jones tucked a pillow under his head. Next she knelt down either side of his ears, and lowered her pussy onto his mouth, facing down his body.

"Now get yourself hard for me, don't be shy."

It was always a real turn on of hers, watching a man pleasuring himself, getting himself hard again, doing to himself exactly what he knew worked for him. She loved watching him pull his foreskin back and forth, hiding then revealing then hiding his increasingly red tip. But to watch him whilst being licked, wow, that was super hot. After a while, though, the heat of arousal needed more than just his tongue. He looked stiff enough to fill her nicely.

"Stay there", she instructed.

Miss Jones got off his face, reluctantly parting company with his delightful tongue. She got up, turned round and sat down again, easily taking his cock inside her, right down to the base, in one.

"Do you want to be fucked?"

He could do no more than nod enthusiastically, very happy to have his interviewer bouncing up and down on his cock.

She did indeed bounce, and bounce again, loving the feeling of control, using him as her sex toy. She shut her eyes and pleasured herself on his lovely cock. It seemed to reach the places that other cocks just couldn't reach. He both stretched her and filled her up. Enjoyable as it was, she was getting tired and she wanted to put Johan through his paces a bit more.

She stood up, keeping eye contact with him, and beckoned him over to the desk by the window. She bent forward, still wearing her heels, and wiggled her arse at him. An unmistakable message.

"Fuck me hard, Johan, and don't spare the horses."

"Fräulein Jones, what have the horses got to do with it?", Johan laughed.

"It's another English phrase which means 'go as fast as you can', I want to see what power you've got in those legs, I want to feel that I've been properly fucked. Like before, I want to see how long you can last."

"Ja gerne, noch einmal."

That was it. He grabbed her hips, slid smoothly in and they were off to the races. He was a strong young man, she thought to herself. They'll love him on the island. He could be a dedicated companion or a stud to do his business. Or maybe a compliant sex toy? She banished the professional thoughts and got her mind back to being fucked hard. She didn't normally orgasm just from being fucked, but he was good, very good. It was building up now, she could feel the pressure building inside, every thrust was pumping her up, pushing her on until it finally happened.

"Oh, yes!", she cried.

"Ach, ja", Johan cried too, as he emptied his balls into her.

A silence filled the room as he slowly withdrew from her. Still fairly stiff, but not as rampant as before.

"Johan, you're magnificent. If you're willing to accept, I'm happy to offer you a job right now. When can you start?"

"Thank you, Fräulein Jones, I'm very happy to accept, yes, of course. I wasn't expecting the interview to go like this! But yes, I'm delighted. I'm just working in a bar at the moment, so I can start any time."

"It's just visas and travel now, I'm sure we can make this work."

Johan was naked, and Miss Jones was wearing just a pair of heels. Despite this, they shook hands on the job offer.

"I think you should probably get dressed before you go, don't you? I don't mind watching."

Miss Jones theatrically put her hands on her hips and watched him quickly pull on his trousers and shirt. He stuffed the socks and pants into a pocket and saluted (cute!) as he opened and closed the door behind him.

Now that Johan had checked out, she knocked on Guillaume's door.

"Ah, mademoiselle, has your interviewee left?"

She nodded.

"Good, was he?" A smirk accompanied that question.

There was no need to answer - her flushed cheeks and inability to hold his gaze said everything.

"Lunch? I hear they've got a nice buffet here. Maybe get dressed first?"

They headed off for a light meal and returned in plenty of time for a shower and complete change of outfit.

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The next one was promising. Jan, he was called, a little older than her first interviewee. Good looking, not too tall, great smile. Quite confident, which might be an issue, but on the whole she was looking forward to her next interview.

The first straw on the wind was, well, no straw... that is to say no knock on the door at 2pm. At ten past, there was a loud rat-a-tat-tat, almost impatient.

Miss Jones answered the door giving a warm smile that hid her mild annoyance.

"Do come in", she said welcoming him and offering a hand to shake. He took it but bent to kiss it, saying "Enchanté" as he stepped past her into the room.

Miss D's words rang in her head again. 'We want the compliant ones, customer service is everything for us. One bad review and our clients think they can haggle us down.'

"Won't you take a... Oh!"

He'd sat down already in her chair and was grinning broadly. In her pocket she had a very simple alarm device. It connected straight to Guillaume and Miss D would also be notified. She pressed once on the button which said 'mild concern, don't do anything but be ready.'

She sat down as if everything was going smoothly, and gave him some rope.

"Tell me about yourself, how did you come to end up here in front of me applying for this job?"

"Well your job is about pleasing the girls, making them happy. I'm very good at it, they're always happy with me."

'Ovr conf.' she wrote.

"Have you had any long term relationships? Do you stick with the same person?"

"Oh no, I don't like to be tied down."

'No cmmtmnt, one-night-stan.'

"In fact Mademoiselle, I was chatting to a very promising young Mädchen in the bar just now."

'Not punct. Esly dstrctd.'

Oh Christ, she thought. Who calls women 'girls' in the 21st century? This is going badly. He thinks he's God's gift and he's thinks he's walking the job. Two presses on the button: be ready, you're likely to be needed soon. All right, last chance:

"Tell me what makes you think you're suitable for this job. I assume you've read the job description in full?"

"Mademoiselle, I can assure you I'll be perfect for your job, although I admit I haven't exactly read the job description.... But every one of your guests will be delighted with me."

"I'm sure they would be", she lied. "But what skills are you bringing here?"

"Who needs skills when you have my charm?"

"What jobs have you had? You're 31, yes? Have you had much experience in hospitality?"

"Oh lots of jobs, I mean, I get jobs easily."

Lose them easily too, she thought.

"And I always get the job if my interviewer is a charming Mädchen such as yourself."

I'm calling it. This is so bad. Two clicks again - I'm sure he's ready if needed.

"You know, I've decided that I don't think you're suitable for our company. I don't think we should waste any more of each others' time, do you?"

Miss Jones stood up as she was speaking, and headed towards the door. With one hand, she held it open, and the other, she was poised to click three times.

"What? I thought this was going so well? What did I do wrong?"

He'd barely moved from the chair, probably in denial.

"Sir", she said, dripping with sarcasm, "the interview is over."

"But, surely not, Mademoiselle, we'd just started..."

Three clicks, and Guillaume emerged. He didn't run, he just strolled. Jan looked shocked, he didn't expect her to have back up. Guillaume's barrel chest looked a mile wide. God, he's handsome, she thought. My hero!

"What did you do wrong? Here's a list, and you can consider this free advice for your next interview:

1: you arrived late

2: you didn't read the dress code

3: you didn't shake my hand

4: you sat in my seat

5: your career record shows no long term commitment

6: your relationship record shows no long term commitment

7: no discernable history in hospitality

Finally, in the 21st century,

8: who calls women girls?

Is that enough?"

There was a hush.

"Sir", said Guillaume very quietly but with intense menace, "it's time for you to leave."

Wordlessly, he got up and walked through the door. Miss Jones flipped it closed behind him and walked towards Guillaume, a big smile, of relief, on her face. She high fived him first but carried on walking right up to him, flung her arms round his neck and gave him a proper snog.

"You're amazing you know", he said to her, his basso profundo making her knees go weak. He continued: "I knew exactly what was going on, you were so cool under pressure."

"I want you, now, please."

"No, no, not yet. Business before pleasure."

He smiled at her.

"Shit, you're right. I've got to speak to my boss."

"Our boss."

She nodded. Before either of them could speak, her laptop pinged - incoming video call. Bill started checking his phone before

she'd even answered.

It was Miss Davenport, checking in for a daily report, as they'd discussed.

"So, how was it? I know you had to call him in, but no trouble I hope?"

"All good, eventually. A bit of an up and down day. So glad to have back up, Bill was just perfect."

"I think you were very professional - one then two, two then three. Very cool."

"To be honest, I had a bad feeling the moment he arrived, before I answered the door. Promising on paper, but terrible in practice."

"I'm not a stick in the mud - if there's something wrong with the process then it's better to look at the earlier recruitment steps. He shouldn't have got that far, if you had a bad feeling. There's a cost to everything, especially your time in a hotel, and if we can eliminate the unsuitables early, it's good for business. Let's come back to today. Number two - gone, no good for us, let's move on. How was your first one?"

"He was perfect. Everything we need, I think. He was very compliant, read the notes, and would be a very professional member of our team. I thought he was absolutely delightful, bit he may not be to everyone's taste..."

"What do you mean? We've all got our types?"

"If you like the tall, slim, Nordic blond type. I certainly do."

"Some of our clients do, some don't."

"Oh sure, but he does tick a lot of boxes."

"I'm guessing you really liked him?"

"Oh, fuck, yeah. He's athletic, smooth all over, shy. He's got a magnificent cock and a highly educated tongue. I mean, what's not to like?"

"I sincerely hope you fucked him?"

"Oh yes, I certainly did. But it wasn't just that though. It was the way he played me with his tongue for ages, getting me close again and again and backing off."

"I have to try him! He sounds amazing - not as much as usual required of my usual tongue training, perhaps, but I'd definitely enjoy that. Did you offer him a job?"

"Is that okay? I did, I thought he was just right for us. I hope I haven't over stepped my authority?"

"Not at all, I absolutely trust your judgement on these things. Get him on the plane ASAP! When can he start? I have his details so I'll get in touch and work on the visas and stuff. Good. Now tell me about the other one. No job for him haha."

"Arrived late, dressed in a suit and tie not casual, didn't shake my hand, didn't wait to be asked to sit. I gave him plenty of chances to tell me about what made him a good bet, but he didn't take a single one. We want team players not stuck up individuals so I showed him the door, and gave him some free interview advice."

"You did well, Miss Jones, very well. Let's hope tomorrow's three are more promising. I've sent Guillaume on ahead to prepare a little surprise for you. You're already dressed to impress, I can see, so head on down to the bar."

Debrief over, Miss Jones picked up her bag and headed out the door and down in the lift. He messaged her, saying he was in the bar. Moments later, she found Guillaume on the balcony, a bottle of the very finest bubbly on the table and two beautiful champagne flutes either side.

Guillaume smiled, flipped off the cork and poured themselves a drink.

"Prost! Here's to a good day."

"Thank you for being there for me. It was so good to know you were there."

"You handled it pretty well. I just repeated what you'd said."

"Well... I was hoping for better than 50% on my first day."

"Let's go longer term, bigger sample size. The first one is a great addition, he's gorgeous, I mean..."

"What?" Miss Jones raised an eyebrow.

"Well, I wouldn't mind, you know."

"Are you bi?"

"Yes, actually, I enjoy women and men."

"Oh, okay. You always come across as very macho to me."

"And aren't you just seeing what you want to see? Right here and now, I'm straight, I'm with you. But other times, you know, I like sex. Are you, er, disappointed with me?"

"No, I'm just surprised, I guess. I need to be a bit more accepting, you know. I like men very much and women haven't really turned me on, ever, so it's a, you know, a different perspective."

"There's quite a lot happens on that island that you don't know about" he winked.

"Oh yeah?"

Now she was getting turned on. Even more than usual which was saying something.

"Some weeks it's very quiet, no customers... we've got to do something."

Oh, she thought, really?

"And some guests, well, they like a bit of a show. Some women like watching gay porn, and some clients pay enough to watch it live. Capiche?"

"Oh! I guess."

That gave her plenty to think about. They sipped their champagne thoughtfully for a while, just gazing into each others' eyes.

Eventually Guillaume broke the suspense.

"Miss Davenport did say that there was a treat in store for you..."

"I thought drinking expensive champagne with you was pretty good..."

"I agree, yes, but there's more. There's a taxi outside for us in a few minutes."

"Oh, where are we going?"

He just smiled, enigmatically.

"Do we have to finish the bottle before we go?"

"No", he shrugged in a 'I don't mind either way' kind of gesture. "But it's always best when first opened and the taxi can always wait for us."

More silent champagne sipping followed, and much eye contact. But Miss Jones got impatient, as if she needed to make the next move. She knocked back the rest of her glass, challenging him to do the same. A few seconds later, both glasses and the bottle were empty and they were running out, like naughty teenagers, to the taxi.

Without a word, they held hands in the taxi. Miss Jones had never been to Berlin before, and she was enjoying the view as various sites passed by the window. The Victory column, then round by the Brandenburg Gate, through some expensive looking streets, past a park and into a plaza.

"Where are we?" she wondered out loud.

"Alexander Platz, Fräulein", the driver replied.

"And the tower?"

"That's the Fernseturm, the TV tower."

"It's very impressive... is there a good view from the top?"

Guillaume put his hand on her arm:

"You'll see the view from the top very soon ma chérie."

The taxi drive across Alexanderplatz and parked right at the base of the tower. The door was opened for them by someone, she didn't see who, and they were rapidly ushered past the queuing tourists into an executive lift. Her stomach turned a few somersaults as they were very rapidly propelled up to what felt like the 999th floor. They stepped out of the lift and were greeted by a smartly dressed waiter.

"Guten Abend, Fräulein Bones und Herr Willhelm. Bitte folgen Sie mir zu Ihrer Tisch."

They followed through a doorway, and into a smallish room containing a dining table with two chairs, and the most fabulous view out of a huge window. The dining table had a beautiful linen table cloth with the most elegant cutlery and glasses.

The waiter pulled back Miss Jones's seat for her and she eased herself down onto the comfortable upholstery. Before she knew another champagne cork popped and the waiter was pouring them more champagne. They clinked glasses, silently nodding and smiling to each other. Miss Jones glanced out the window and she was sure that the view had changed. She glanced back at Guillaume frowning slightly in puzzlement. He mock-frowned back, mimicking her furrowed brows.

"My Dear, close your eyes, count slowly to 60 and take a sip of the bubbly. Then open your eyes again."

She did as she was told and when she looked out the window again, the view had definitely changed again.

"It's revolving!"

He just nodded, smiling, not just a little smile, but showing his gorgeous white teeth too, almost laughing out loud.

'Oh, I just want to kiss him again. Or maybe feel those teeth nibbling my.... Oh stop it!' she told herself. 'Haven't you had enough sex already today? Ah, but I haven't had Him, and he's been so good with me today.'

She'd been staring out the window the whole time, trying to work put how fast they were moving. When she turned back there was a starter waiting for them both.

"I've already ordered for us both", Guillaume told her. "If you like, you can choose the meals next time? If you're happy for me to sort it, that's fine."

"I'm happy for you to choose everything, actually. I'm feeling quite tired after today, you know, I'm the one in charge in the interview, but I'm on show too. I'm the public face of our company. So once I'm done, I'm happy for you to decide everything. Well, almost everything!"

She dropped him a slow, theatrical wink.

The starters were asparagus spears with a delightful sauce.

"Spargelzeit!", she exclaimed, to the waiter's obvious pleasure.

They dipped and enjoyed the delicious hollandaise sauce. Miss Jones teased him by fellating the asparagus seductively, keeping eye contact the whole time. He did the same enjoying it just as much. She had a brief flashback to their earlier conversation.

Pretty soon, it was all finished.

"Are you getting hard?" she enquired, using her husky, deeper, seductive voice.

Mimicking her own wink, he dropped her a slow theatrical nod. He topped up their glasses and they clinked again. They were certainly getting through this delicious bottle very quickly.

'Big glasses or quick drinkers? Both!' she thought to herself.

The main meal arrived pretty soon after. He'd ordered steak und pommes frites for them both and a shared salad. Hers was medium (how did he know?), his a little rarer.

"This is delicious", she said, between mouthfuls. "Did I fill in some questionnaire somewhere about my favourite foods?"

He smiled that beautiful smile again.

"Actually you did, yes. At a certain point in the past... but is that a bad thing? That your past statements give you a more pleasurable time in the future?"

They ate away, gradually clearing their plates, and most of the salad too.

Mysteriously another bottle of champagne had already appeared and their skilful waiter had managed to pop another cork without them noticing. Their third bottle? She was coping fine, but she started to worry if he would be, as it were, up to the utterly essential job of fucking her brains out at the the end of this lovely evening.

Mysteriously too, their plates disappeared, there was a short pause and their desserts arrived.

Miss Jones immediately burst out laughing at the sight of the two plates.

"Nice choice", she murmured.

His was an individual cheesecake, with pale white flesh and a pert raspberry on top. Hers was an éclair, oozing with cream, which shot out the end when she squeezed it. Could it be more phallic, she wondered?

Nonetheless both of Guillaume's choices were delicious. By the time they'd finished them, with a bit of mutual feeding, the champagne was nearly gone. The view had changed dramatically too - endless grey East Berlin buildings had been replaced by shapely spires and long green avenues. She could just see the top of the Bundestag in the distance.

They hadn't done the full 360, but it was time to go. She'd had a busy day and she had another one tomorrow - stay professional! But also she just had to have Guillaume tonight. They jumped back into a taxi and headed back to the hotel - she couldn't wait, and kept stroking his thigh, getting dangerously close for a while and then actually touching his stiff cock through his trousers. He knew what she wanted alright.

They headed up to the room and the moment the door was closed she was on her knees, rapidly undoing his belt, and dropping his loose slacks to the floor. Finally she got him in her mouth, so good. He was already quite hard and it didn't take too many sucks to get him properly stiff. She stood up and looked him in the eye.

"Mademoiselle, I have shared quite a lot of champagne with you tonight. You know that when I'm working I never drink. So I'm not used to having lots of alcohol. So I will only manage once this evening - I'm sorry."

"Once with you is priceless, more important to me than any number of times with anyone else, tu comprends?"

"Are you falling in love with me, ma chérie?"

She nodded.

"I didn't think I could fall in love again - I've had a few heartbreaks over the last few years. But it's happening, I think, gradually. How about you?"

"I've never felt the way I do about you, jamais plus. But I've never said 'I love you' and really meant it."

"Let's see how it goes over the next few days. But now I just want you on top of me and then to fall asleep together afterwards. Is that okay?"

"Toujours, tous les soires."

She flipped off the rest of her clothes, throwing them in the general direction of an armchair and jumping backwards onto the huge bed. She opened both her legs and her arms to him and he gratefully accepted her invitation, sliding easily in.

She liked lots of positions, but when she really cared about someone it had to be missionary.

"Fuck me hard, please, just do me!"

He definitely did as instructed. She could feel her orgasm building with every thrust and hoped he would last long enough to give her the hit she craved. He did - it burst from her like an alien creature from within and she howled with pleasure. That triggered him too, and she felt him filling her cunt.

They remained as one for a little longer, not saying anything, but staring into each other's eyes.

Finally she had to run for the bathroom, a hand between her thighs, legs close together, trying to keep his juices in. A quick pee and she was back in bed, snuggling him, spooning with her back to him, holding his hand to her breast, and as she drifted off to sleep, her mind drifted to the following morning's schedule. Ah, she thought, pushing her reflections aside, tomorrow is another day.

Author's note:

I don't think the Alexanderplatz Fernseturm has a revolving restaurant, so, yes, that's a bit of poetic license.