Three days until the interview in London. Maybe it’s nerves, but every time I think about it, I just end up in this filthy sexual fantasy. It’s a group interview, and we’re all girls, aged between 20 and 25. We’ve introduced ourselves, and spoken a bit about our backgrounds, what we could bring to the job, etc… Then the interviewer guy, who’s about 40, typical Londony business bloke, is like; “OK, you’ve all proved you can talk the talk, but let’s see how far you’re really willing to go for this opportunity.” Then he walks over to the office door and locks it, turns to us and says, in a very cold, businesslike voice; “Tits out, all of you.” At first, nobody moves, we all just kind of look at each other, glance at him, then stare at the floor. “Well?” he says, leaning against his desk, folding his arms and arching an eyebrow, his thin, mean lips setting into a mocking leer.

This one girl, dark hair, bushy eyebrows, seems to be the oldest among us, is like; “Er… I’m sorry, but, are you joking?” I think she’s from the Midlands. He just looks at her, then at the door. “You’re welcome to leave if you’re not comfortable,” he says. She pauses for a moment, as if she’s weighing up whether it’s really happening, or if it’s a dream, a nightmare, or a fucking joke. And then she turns and walks quickly to the door, fumbles awkwardly to unlock it, and as she opens it she stops, and turns halfway round. She’s looking straight at me. I don’t know what I see in her eyes. Pity? A plea to join her and walk out in protest. Desire? A foreshadow of regret? I feel my cheeks burn and I fix my eyes back on the beige office carpet.

He locks the door behind her. “Tits.” he says, “Out. Now”. “Fuck it,” I think, and I start to unbutton my shirt. My hands are shaking, but my cunt is wet, and getting wetter by the second. Everything is going kind of blurry. I have never been in a situation like this before. I was always the one in control with the boys from round here, but this man is different, and with these other girls here too… They are also taking off their tops, there are four of us left here now. My heart is pounding really fast, my nipples are as hard as two little bullets and my fanny is starting to ache…

“Good girls,” he says. “Now, this is kind of a “getting to know you” exercise, turn to the girl next to you, and take her nipples between the thumb and forefinger of each hand, squeeze them hard.” I do what he says. The girl next to me is a redhead, taller than me. She looks posh, a bit shy, but with a slutty look in hr eyes. She moans softly as I pinch her nipples, a little harder than necessary if I’m honest. “Girl on the left,” he says (that’s me), “lift up your partner’s skirt.” I do as I’m told, exposing the redhead’s round ass in a dark purple thong. Over her shoulder I see the other pair of girls mirror our movements and the lust this provokes in me drives me to hook my fingers under the sides of her knickers, pulling them upwards and knowing that she can feel them cutting up between her lips. He laughs. “Some of you are getting into this,” he says. “little slags.” I vaguely notice that his accent seems to have changed from posh businessman to something more like cockney wide-boy and a half-question forms in the back of my mind about the legitimacy of this interview and the possibility of hidden cameras. But I am too horny to care.

“Now, left-hand girls, pull your little friend’s knickers aside and get hold of her clit.” It’s not difficult to do what he says. The girl’s cunt is hot and wet and her clit is swollen and hard. I find it instantly an start to work it with my middle finger. She squeezes harder on my nipples. We are both breathing hard, our lips almost touching. “Now kneel down. Look at her cunt,” he orders. I obey. “Right-hand girls, open your legs, wide, and push your pussies into your partner’s face.” She does it. And I am smothered by her wetness and surrounded by her smell. I am so turned on.

Somehow in the haze I realise that the other two girls have been sent away and we have been chosen. “You two are almost there,“ he says. “Just one more little test.“ As I am licking her pussy he lifts my skirt, grabs my ass, digs his nails into the soft flesh and then forces apart my ass cheeks and cunt lips. With one rapid thrust he stuffs his huge, solid cock into me from behind. She is up against the desk, squirming and writhing as I suck on her clit and he is fucking me hard, ramming his dick right up me, making me buck and pushing my face into her fanny with his hand on the back of my head. My face is squashed up against her slippery cunt and I can barely breathe but my tongue keeps working fast as I gasp for air. With his other hand he slides his finger backwards from my clit, to my arsehole, and then pushes it roughly inside. First one, then quickly two fingers reaching deep into my tight, clenched ass. It’s more than I can bear, but my cry is muffled as the girl starts to come, grinding her pelvis into my face and gripping my head between her strong, slim thighs. I have a shuddering, explosive orgasm, imagining her juices in my mouth and him filling up both my holes. And I am alone in my bed, panting, my fingers sticky with the scent of my fantasy. I hope London will live up to my expectations.