Hired

Monica was just going through the motions. Her job, and life had become mundane. She wasn't angry about it or anything, just resigned to it. At 45 years old, she was divorced, a single adult child who was away at college which she was funding while her son's father was busy plowing through twenty year olds while hopped up on testosterone and dick pills. Turns out they didn't actually like each other that much and when their son was a teenager and they didn't have him to focus on, there wasn't much keeping them together. Such is life.

That was a few years ago now and Monica had been single since. She spent her time getting herself back into shape and looking her best. Years of an unhappy marriage had taken their toll on her emotionally and physically. But with a decent job in Human Resources of a solid corporation, she had the means to make changes.

A gym membership and a trainer helped Monica shed fifty pounds and reclaim some of her figure. While she didn't look like she did at 25, at 45 she earned her hourglass figure back with nice C-cup breasts and a round but fit ass. Her waist had a little extra around it but nowadays curvy was in and she had plenty of curves. At only 5 feet and 2 inches she was often called "cute" more than beautiful but she didn't mind. Her Mediterranean heritage helped her keep a nice tan that contrasted with her green eyes and fake blond hair. With her income she also managed a nice wardrobe, always looking good in the office and striving to look better than the women who were younger than her became one of her favorite pastimes.

While she was looking better than she had in years, she had not had much luck romantically. At first she tried to just meet people like she did in her younger years, but that wasn't getting her very far. The apps were fine but it seemed she had to kiss a lot of frogs and was still searching for that prince. There were plenty of nights that left her alone and longing and she was resigned to enjoying her top of the line battery operated boyfriend. He never let her down.

Monica wasn't looking forward to the weekend if she was being honest. The weather wasn't going to be good, another rainy, windy storm was due to blow in. Her favorite girl friends were all busy and she had no male prospects to invest energy in. It was looking like another show binge weekend with her dog and some popcorn. If she got restless enough, the gym was always open. There was nothing else to look forward to.

When the vice president of the company asked her to interview the potential hires for the new sales job, Monica agreed. It was a terrible thing to do on a Friday, but again, the middle aged woman didn't have a hot date waiting for her later so she didn't mind.

There were ten candidates and Monica began interviewing before lunch, didn't take a break and was still working through the last couple of them after most of the rest of the staff had already left for the day.

The second to last candidate had just finished. Monica walked him to the door and held it open, "Thank you again," she smiled, "We will make a decision early next week and contact all of our candidates." The candidate nodded, thanked her and stepped out.

Monica poked her head out and saw the final candidate sitting there in the small waiting area. He was a dark Hispanic man, tall even while seated with his back straight and his hands folded in his lap. 'Military' Monica thought, already knowing he served five years in the Navy by reviewing his resume. He smiled, straightened his tailored suit and held out his hand.

"Carlos Hernandez," he offered. Monica looked him in her eyes and felt a jolt of energy surge through her. His eyes were bright brown and sparkled along with his wide smile. He had a boyish smile that juxtaposed with the stubble of a beard that added a ruggedness to his appearance. Monica shook his hand which was much larger than hers and wrapped all the way around her own and held it tightly. The grip was strong and she held it longer than she would have normally.

"You're my last candidate for today, come on in and have a seat," offered the woman.

"You saved the best for last!" Carlos joked.

Monica laughed a bit more enthusiastically than she normally would at such an obvious joke and she paused a moment to wonder why she was so giddy. With no time to explore her feelings however, she shook her head and gestured to a seat.

Monica's office was a blend of professionalism and personal touch, reflecting her role as a mid-level Human Resources employee for a defense contractor. The room was spacious but not overly large, with a large window that let in plenty of natural light, giving it an airy and inviting feel. The walls were painted a soft gray, which provided a neutral backdrop for the various certificates, awards, and motivational quotes that Monica has framed and hung with care.

Her desk was made of solid oak, scarred slightly by years of use but well-maintained. It sat proudly in the center of the room, facing the door, and was cluttered with stacks of papers, files, and a dual-monitor setup that she used for her daily tasks. A sleek laptop sat open on the desk; its screen saver displayed images from her recent vacation to Italy.

Behind her desk stood a bookshelf filled with HR manuals, a few classic novels that she had never read, and several family photos. There were pictures of her son at various ages, a few with her ex-husband, and some more recent ones which featured just her, and even some with friends or out traveling alone.

The seating area consisted of two comfortable chairs upholstered in dark blue fabric, and a coffee table made from reclaimed wood. The chairs were arranged to face each other, which created an intimate setting for private conversations. The table held a few magazines, a box of tissues, and a small potted plant that Monica tended to regularly.

Artwork adorned the walls; some were prints she's collected over the years, and others were original pieces created by local artists. She had a particular fondness for abstract art and often used these pieces as conversation starters during interviews or meetings. The most prominent piece was one in which the artists used mostly red and blue paint on white and the colors seemed to twist and turn together as if in some sort of dance or was it a chase? It was Monica's favorite and was featured centrally on the wall.

Monica took extra care with her appearance today, choosing a tailored navy blue dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress had a modest neckline but dipped slightly at the back, revealing a hint of her spine and the delicate strap of her black lace bra. The skirt was fitted to her waist and flared out slightly at the knees, giving her a feminine yet powerful silhouette.

She paired the dress with black heels that added a few inches to her height, making her feel more confident and commanding. Her nails were manicured and painted a deep red, matching her lipstick--a bold choice that accentuated her full lips and contrasted beautifully with her fake blond hair. Her green eyes were highlighted with smokey eye makeup, making them stand out even more against her tanned skin. A few strands of blond hair framed her face, softening her features and adding a touch of playfulness to her otherwise professional look.

Carlos sat in one of the chairs and Monica crossed in front of him and bent over to show off her round ass directly in his face before she turned and sat. She grabbed a legal pad and pen from the edge of the desk in order to take notes for the interview. She then grabbed the stack of resumes from the desk and sifted through them to find Carlos'.

She cleared her throat, then Monica began, "So, I've reviewed your resume and I noticed that this is a bit of a change in employment for you so why don't you tell me why you want to work for StrikeTech." She leaned back and awaited his answer. Although he didn't know it, she had already decided that he was unqualified. Sure he was a vet and the company loved to hire vets, and he would probably clear the security check but selling cars was nothing like selling aftermarket jet parts. With the day nearly over and little else to do, Monica figured she would have a little fun with him.

Carlos smiled, his white teeth contrasting with his tanned skin, and began to explain his situation. "I was discharged from the Navy three years ago, Ma'am. I have a wife and two little girls at home who depend on me. I need to support them, you know? I took a job selling Toyotas and did alright, but it's not stable, and the pay isn't great. I want something better for my family." His voice was sincere, with a hint of desperation that tugged at Monica's heartstrings.

As he finished speaking, a loud crack of thunder resonated outside, shaking the windows and making them rattle in their frames. The storm had arrived sooner than expected, and rain began to pelt against the glass in a steady drone that filled the room with a soothing rhythm. The sound was almost hypnotic, lulling Monica into a state of relaxed focus.

She turned her head towards the window briefly letting her gaze drift over the dark clouds as lightning flashed illuminating the sky like nature's camera flash. The room seemed to pulse with energy as she turned back to Carlos, sensing a shift in atmosphere, the air now charged with anticipation.

"All of that sounds great, Mr. Hernandez,"

Monica began, her voice cool and composed, contrasting with the storm's fury outside. She leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs slowly, deliberately drawing his attention to her shapely calves and the black heels that accentuated them. "But I'm not sure you are qualified for this job. While I appreciate your Navy background and sales experience--your numbers at Toyota are impressive--but you lack the specific knowledge of our products and parts." She paused, letting her words sink in as she studied him intently.

Carlos' Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, fighting to keep his composure. The room felt warmer, suddenly and he could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead, the air thick with anticipation.

His collar felt too tight, and he tugged at it trying to relieve some of the tension he was feeling. "I understand, your concern, Mrs.--I mean Miss Cox. "He corrected himself quickly, glancing up at Monica with a humble expression. His voice was hoarse with desperation, "I really need this job. I have to provide for my family. My wife isn't working, and we have two kids. I just have to make more money."

Carlos looked up and met Monica's eyes. His eyes pleaded with hers. She could tell how much he wanted the job. He needed it. Monica inhaled slowly, her chest expanding and pushing her breasts outward, tight against her top. She crossed her legs and kicked her foot a little, flipping the pump on and off her heel in a rhythmic, hypnotic motion.

Monica bit the tip of her pen, her teeth sinking into the plastic with a soft click. She leaned back in her chair, one eyebrow arched slightly as she studied him thoughtfully. The storm outside raged on, but inside the office, the air was thick with tension and anticipation. He could smell her perfume, a subtle blend of floral and musk that added another layer to her allure.

"Ok, well," she began, her voice smooth like velvet, "I do appreciate someone motivated to do well." Her words hung in the air for a moment before she continued. "You have potential Mr. Hernandez."

Carlos' response was immediate and fervent. "I'm very motivated," he declared, sitting up straight and tall in his chair, the posture of a man ready for battle. His dark eyes locked onto hers with an intensity that was both intimidating and strangely reassuring. "I won't let you down. I promise." He leaned forward placing his forearms on the desk clasping his hands together as if in prayer. His knuckles were white with tension and his eyes never left hers, "Give me a chance to prove myself."

Monica's lips curved into a slow, sultry smile. "You haven't sold me yet, Mr. Hernandez, "she purred, "so why don't we do a little role-playing. Let's pretend I am part of the marketing team for Boeing. Why should I buy from you?"

Carlos tilted his head to the side, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he processed Monica's question. The sweat that had been beading on his forehead now trickled down his temples, dampening his hair and making his palms slick with nervous anticipation. His stomach clenched tightly, a knot of anxiety forming as his heart pounded in his chest like a drumroll building to a crescendo. The room seemed to spin slightly as he took a deep breath, trying to steady himself.

"Well, yes," he began, his voice slightly hoarse with tension, "I assure you that our company can provide you with the best service for all your aftermarket needs." He leaned forward, placing his hands on his knees as if to anchor himself. "We have the best engineers who can help you determine the maintenance schedules of your fleet and anticipate the parts they will need before your jets are even due for service." His words tumbled out in a rush, each one desperate to convince her of their value.

Monica's response was immediate and deliberate. She kicked off her pump from her dainty foot, and it hit the floor with a soft thud, the sleek black heel glinting in the dim light of the room. Her foot was bare now revealing manicured toes, painted a sexy red that matched her lipstick perfectly. The sight was almost hypnotizing. Carlos found himself staring at the foot, so tiny and delicate compared to his own large hands.

"Rub my foot," Monica demanded, bouncing it up and down gently from her knee. The movement was slow and rhythmic,. The invitation was clear, and Carlos could feel the weight of it as time stood still, waiting for him to respond.

"Excuse me?" Carlos stammered, his fingers twitching slightly as he considered the prospect of touching something so intimate as her foot but also knew the trial would not likely end with a foot. He considered what he was willing to do for the job.

"I said," she repeated, voice firm and unwavering, "rub my foot." She reached out further extending her foot towards him and placing the sole against his knee making it clear she meant it. Monica's green eyes locked onto Carlos' brown ones, intense and unyielding. "If you want to make this sale, I want my foot rubbed. It's been a long day and I am tired."

The storm outside raged on, the wind howling and the rain pounding against the windows like an unrelenting tide. Carlos could feel it echo in his head, the chaos in the natural world mirroring tumult within. The thunder clap seemed loud enough to shake the room, sending shockwaves through him as he looked down at the offered foot. The image of his wife, his daughters flashed in his head like lightning outside. Was she really going to hire him if he went along? Was it worth it? He gave in, leaning towards her and placing both hands on her foot. He began to rub, gently at first testing the reaction. He saw Monica roll her shoulders back as she moaned and pushed her tits forward and her head back. He began to rub more firmly.

"That's better," she encouraged, her voice a low, sultry purr that sent shivers down Carlos' spine. "I think we may have some opportunities for your company to support us." She paused, letting her words hang in the air as she arched an eyebrow, a silent challenge. "What other services can your company provide?"

Carlos took the cue and began to rub her foot more intently, his strong hands working with a sure and confident touch. He circled her ankle with his thumbs, applying just the right amount of pressure to elicit a soft moan from Monica. He then moved to her heel, gripping it firmly and squeezing gently, kneading the muscles as if he were molding clay.

"We can provide whatever services you may need, Ma'am," he assured her, focusing on keeping his voice steady and confident. "Rest assured, you will not be disappointed."

Monica's lips curled into a satisfied smile. "I sure hope not," she replied, her voice taking on a huskier tone. "If you really can service our company well, then perhaps we can have quite the lucrative business relationship." She kicked off her other heel, the black pump landing softly on the carpet beside its mate. Monica pulled one foot away only to offer the other to Carlos. She extended her sole up to him invitingly. The air between them seemed to crackle with electricity as he leaned towards her eagerly.

He did not hesitate but began to rub the second foot with the same care and attention as he had the first. His fingers worked their magic, massaging and soothing every nerve ending in the tiny foot. The feeling was intoxicating for both of them, and Carlos could feel himself becoming more aroused by the seconds. She spread her legs, slowly hiking her skirt up revealing more soft skin and her tight black panties against the wetness of her pussy. Monica's breathed in, and a husky sigh escaped her lips as Carlos' hands moved up her leg and massaged her firm calf before working back to her ankle.

"Mmmmm," she moaned, a deep, satisfied sound that vibrated through Carlos' body like the rumble of the thunder outside. "That's a goodboy." Her calm voice was soothing yet commanding, It became his duty to please the woman the best of his ability focusing all his energy on pleasing her.

The sales candidate rubbed firmer, pulling and stretching Monica's toes gently but firmly. Had become a pro at foot rubs; they were a favorite of his wife, and he loved seeing the response it drew from Monica. His eyes were glued to the sight before him; the smooth soft skin, the curves of the ankle, the way her skirt rode up, revealing more than it should. His cock stirred in anticipation as he detected the scent of something musky and sweet emerging from between her thighs. He knew the scent well.

Monica's hand traced down her body slowly, savoring every inch of skin as it went. She slid her palm over her hip, adjusting her skirt so it would not hinder her plans before moving lower still between her legs which she opened to Carlos' hungry gaze. Her tiny black panties were damp, hugging the shape of her pussy perfectly, and Carlos could see the shimmer of wetness through the sheen fabric. As if invited, Carlos leaned in closer, inhaling the scent that was unmistakably hers alone.

She began to rub herself right in front of him, two fingers sliding along the soaked material teasing herself openly. Her eyes locked onto Carlos', challenging him to satisfy this sudden craving. The door was wide open and Carlos seized the opportunity.

"Understand, that sometimes we will need special service tailored to our specific needs. We are not like other customers. We are a major account and expect to be treated better than others."

"I understand, Ma'am. I assure you that you will be our top priority. No other customer is more important to us than you. And we will serve you however you need."

"Good," Monica purred. "That's what we like to hear. Now show me how you would serve this pussy." She gripped his hair in one hand and pulled his face towards her crotch. Carlos dropped her foot and slid from the chair onto his knees in front of the corporate woman.

She pulled the black panties to the side and revealed a neatly trimmed V shape above a cute pink pussy. Her scent was intoxicating as it filled Carlos' nostrils. He breathed her in and then as he exhaled he lowered his face into her womanhood. He licked gently at first slowly lapping and tasting her. The Navy vet scooted in closer and gently gripped Monica's toned thighs spreading them slightly more and holding on as he tongued her slit.

Sweet nectar dripped into Carlos' mouth as he explored her folds carefully. "That's a very good boy," Monica teased as she ran her hands through his thick dark hair and pulled his face tighter to her body.

Carlos began to lap at her sweetness like a thirst dog running his wet tongue along the entire length of her pussy. "Yes! That's how I like to be served!" She cried, tossing her head back and letting him work.

Carlos ran a hand from Monica's thigh to her pussy and gathered wetness that was dripping down her crack, a mixture of her nectar and his saliva and then began to probe her hole with a single finger. Monica's pussy eagerly accepted his digit so he added another. He then rubbed along her G spot while flicking her clit with the tip of his tongue.

"Oh fuck! Now that's what I need right there. Keep that up sailor boy."

Carlos increased his rhythm. Monica reached up and under her shirt with a hand to cup her tit and pinch her nipple. It sent a sharp splinter of pleasure through her as her candidate worshiped her pussy.

A minute later and a climax crashed into the woman. "Yes!" She cried as she gripped Carlos' head with her thighs and held his face deep into her. "You're making me cum!" She moaned as her entire body tensed and enjoyed the waves of pleasure rushing through her body. "Eat that pussy!"

Carlos held on and rode the wave while Monica bucked a bit like a woman possessed and kept his fingers firmly pressed against her Gspot and her tongue pressed against her clit.

Panting and coming down from her high, Monica leaned forward to sit up better and Carlos broke away from her soaked pussy and climbed to his feet. Like a hungry animal, Monica began pulling at his pants, unfastening his belt then the button of his pants, then the zipper and aggressively pulled them down to his thighs.

A pair of black briefs held back a thick and hard cock. Monica yanked the briefs down and Carlos' cock leaped forward practically slapping her in the face. She gobbled it into her mouth moaning and slurping around it.

"Goddamn!" Carlos groaned as the older woman swallowed his prick. She gripped the cheeks of his ass and pulled his torso to her face forcing him to fuck her mouth. She was gagging on the thick member and Carlos looked down to see her blond hair bobbing up and down, her green eyes looking up at him with a mix of curiosity and lust.

Carlos' cock, as hard as it was going to get and plenty wet, Monica popped it from her mouth and stood. She grabbed his tie and pulled him to her and gave him a wet kiss which tasted both sweet and savory.

"Now close the deal," the woman demanded as she turned around and kneeled onto the chair then bent over pushing her round ass up and exposing her pink pussy from behind. She looked over her shoulder and added, "Make sure you don't blow it!"

Carlos didn't know what she meant exactly but he gripped his cock, ignoring the thoughts of his wife as he saw the ring on his finger and lined his prick up with the drenched slit of his interviewer.

One push forward and he stretched her pussy lips and penetrated her warm slit. He moaned and Monica pushed back against him, forcing all of his cock deep in her. "There you go. Now work it like you need this job."

Carlos muttered through his teeth as he closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her hot, tight pussy around his cock, "I do need this job."

"You do? Then this could be the difference between a new career or being back on the lot Monday morning. Don't fuck up, but instead fuck me good."

Carlos just nodded, gripped Monica's hips and began to fuck her slow and steady. He watched his cock pull from her pussy as the pink lips gripped it and tried to hold on as if they never wanted him to leave. His cock was shining and glistening with slick fluid from her pussy. Her thick ass bounced as he plunged into her depths making a soft slapping sound.

"Fuck me like you're desperate, sailor."

Carlos growled and gathered Monica's blond hair in his hands and pulled back forcing her head up and making her arch her back.

"That's better. Make me take it."

He slapped her ass and she squeaked then began fucking harder than before a bit of anger and desperation fueling his efforts. He slapped her ass again and began to see the red outline of his hand on her tanned rear.

"Think this is cute?" Carlos asked. "Think it is fun making me fuck you for a job? Do you need me to fuck you so you feel better about being alone? Do you get off making me cheat on my wife?"

The vet found his rhythm and he was plowing Monica from behind while holding her hair like reins of a horse. She was moaning and wailing as he forced his cock deep in her. The intermittent slaps on her ass added to the pleasure and she reached between her legs to rub her swollen clit while her candidate used her body.

"Fuuuuck," she moaned and then another climax hit her and she gripped his cock with her pulsing pussy and gasped for breath as her body reacted to his efforts. He did not slow down but continued his pace, plunging deep in her, making her take every bit.

"Cum in me," she moaned and tried to increase the grip of her pussy on his cock.

Carlos released her hair and gripped her hips with both hands and began pulling her onto his cock as he bottomed out her creamy pussy. She cried out in pleasure and the friction was too much and he pulled her as tight as he could to her and then his cock burst and spurts of cum began to flood her pussy. He groaned and held her ass tightly, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. His hot semen filled her tight pussy and began to leak out of her.

Carlos relaxed when his final wave of orgasm left him and leaned on her body for a moment. He finally stepped back, gasping for breath and fell onto the opposite seat where he began his interview. His swollen member began to relax but was still proud and prominent. Monica turned and sat in her own seat as his semen leaked out of her body and pooled in her chair.

She took a moment to collect herself while smoothing her skirt over her legs.

"Well thank you for interviewing. You will hear from our office on Monday regarding our final decision."

"Did I get the job?" Carlos wondered.

"I have to review all the information before I make my final decision. In case we do select you, are you available to begin training next week?"

"I could manage that."

"Good. I look forward to working with you further Mr. Hernandez."

"Thank you Miss Cox. See you next week."

"Enjoy the weekend with your family. And good work today. Your interview was refreshing."

"I'm glad you thought so," Carlos smiled then stood and pulled his pants on and straightened himself out.

Monica stood and offered her hand for him to shake. Carlos shook it and then turned and left.

Monica sat back in her large office chair and put her feet up on the desk and wondered how much training would be necessary for her new hire. Monday wouldn't come soon enough.