The Job Interview
"Two female executives. One corner office. The interview starts professional—until they ask questions not on any application. Turns out, they share everything. Including new hires."
The job listing said "Executive Assistant."
It didn't mention what I'd be assisting with.
The interview is on the top floor.
I ride the elevator up forty stories, sweating through my suit, rehearsing answers to questions I'll never be asked.
The doors open onto a lobby of marble and glass. A receptionist leads me down a corridor to a corner office with two desks, two windows, two women.
"Mr. Hayes?" The one on the left stands. "I'm Victoria Chen."
"And I'm Margaret Torres." The one on the right approaches. "We'll be conducting your interview together."
They're partners, I learn. Co-founders. Built the company from nothing.
They're also the two most striking women I've ever seen.
Victoria is tall and thick—five-ten, easily two-forty, with black hair cut sharp and severe. Her suit is tailored to accentuate every curve, the jacket straining across her chest.
Margaret is shorter, rounder—five-four, two-sixty, with warm brown skin and curves that her silk blouse barely contains. She wears glasses that make her look intellectual and hungry.
They sit across from me, flanking the desk like generals.
"Tell us about yourself," Victoria says.
I start talking. They start watching.
The questions are normal at first.
Experience. Skills. Career goals. I answer confidently, drawing on years of preparation.
Then Victoria leans forward.
"What are you willing to do for this position?"
"Anything required of me."
"Anything?" Margaret raises an eyebrow. "That's a big word."
"I mean it."
They exchange a look. Something passes between them—a decision, a signal.
"We should tell you," Victoria says, "this position is... unique. Our last assistant left because he couldn't handle the demands."
"I can handle demands."
"Can you?" Margaret stands. Walks around the desk. Perches on the edge, close to my chair. "Because our demands are very specific."
"What kind of demands?"
Victoria joins her partner. Now they're both looming over me.
"The kind that aren't in any job description."
Margaret's hand lands on my shoulder.
Victoria's lands on my knee.
"We've been partners for fifteen years," Victoria explains. "In business and in life. We share everything. Including employees."
"Including the ones we find... attractive," Margaret adds.
"What are you saying?"
"We're saying the job is yours." Victoria's hand slides higher. "If you're willing to do everything it requires."
"Everything?"
"Everything." Margaret's hand moves to my chest. "Starting now."
They don't wait for an answer.
They start undressing me.
I'm naked before I fully understand what's happening.
Victoria's mouth is on my neck. Margaret's hands are exploring my chest, my stomach, lower. They work together, seamlessly, like they've done this a hundred times.
"He's nervous," Margaret observes.
"He's excited," Victoria counters, wrapping her hand around my hardening cock. "Look."
"I see." Margaret drops to her knees. "Let me help with that."
She takes me in her mouth while Victoria watches approvingly.
Margaret sucks me while Victoria undresses.
The CEO strips off her suit, revealing a thick body in black lingerie. Her breasts are enormous, barely contained by the bra. Her belly is soft and round. Her thighs are pillars.
"Like what you see?" she asks.
I can barely answer. Margaret's mouth is too good, too distracting.
"I'll take that as a yes."
Margaret releases me. Stands. Strips alongside her partner.
Now they're both in lingerie. Both thick and gorgeous. Both staring at me like I'm their next meal.
"On the desk," Victoria commands.
They lift me onto it together.
Margaret straddles my face.
Victoria mounts my cock.
I'm pinned between them—one drowning me in her cunt, the other riding me with aggressive intensity. I can't breathe, can't think, can only feel.
"Fuck he's good," Victoria moans.
"His tongue is incredible," Margaret gasps above me.
They lean toward each other. Kiss while I'm trapped beneath them. I can hear it—wet and hungry, partners who've done this together for years.
"Gonna come—" Victoria announces.
"Me too—"
They shatter together. Victoria clamps down on my cock while Margaret floods my mouth. The dual sensation drags me under—I come inside Victoria while she's still shaking.
We switch.
Victoria on my face, Margaret on my cock. Different weights, different rhythms, same overwhelming pleasure. I'm a toy between them, passed back and forth, used for their satisfaction.
"He recovers fast," Margaret notes, bouncing on my hardness.
"That's why we're hiring him," Victoria agrees.
They make me come three more times.
By the end, I'm ruined.
They help me dress afterward.
Professional again. Like nothing happened.
"You'll start Monday," Victoria says, buttoning my shirt. "Eight AM. This office."
"What will I be doing?"
"Whatever we need." Margaret straightens my tie. "Some days it's spreadsheets. Some days it's scheduling."
"And some days?"
They smile identically.
"Some days it's this," Victoria says. "Clear your calendar on Thursdays. We have standing meetings then."
"Closed door," Margaret adds. "Very private."
Monday
I start the job.
It's normal at first—emails, calls, calendar management. I'm good at it. They're pleased.
Then Thursday comes.
At 4 PM, they lock the office door.
"Staff meeting," Victoria announces.
They push me onto the couch.
"Very important agenda."
Six Months Later
I've been promoted three times.
My salary has tripled. My responsibilities have expanded. I'm now officially "Director of Special Projects"—a title we invented to explain why I'm always in their office.
"Best hire we ever made," Margaret says one night, riding me while Victoria watches from her desk.
"He's exceeded all expectations," Victoria agrees.
"So have you," I manage. "Both of you."
They laugh. Switch places.
I give them everything they need.
It's in my job description.