Job Interviews can be Awkward

You are suddenly standing outside the office of Waddingtion Taylor's in what appears to be a real street not far from your own. Earlier in the evening you had emailed that very same company asking for an appointment to speak to Felicity tomorrow, so it's almost like you have just jumped forward in time. Except, when you scan your surroundings, it is obvious that something is very off. The entire street is utterly deserted, and every building you can see into also looks empty - except the one right in front of you. There is a pretty, dark haired woman you can see working at her desk through the window of the agency, but she isn't anyone you recognise.

You enter the front door and the mystery woman rises from her chair, before walking over to greet you.

"Good morning, welcome to Waddington Taylor's. Are you here to see Mistress Felicity?"

Mistress Felicity? Already you have been caught off guard.

"Er, I'm here to see Ms Waddington-Taylor" you respond, slightly confused as you shake the eager employees hand.

"No problem, I'll take you through to her now"

she ushers you through to a large, plush looking office where the woman you instantly recognise from the website as the company's owner is sitting. She is smartly dressed, much like in her photo, but has her feet up on her desk in a manner that seems somehow more a signal of dominance than a casual gesture.

"A visitor to see you, Mistress Felicity" the cute assistant announces as she literally bows to her boss.

"I can see that. Go back to your desk, Arabella" Felicity instructs curtly, in a crisp upper class accent.

"Certainly Mistress"

Arabella bows again and leaves the room. You find yourself wondering if she is a real person Felicity works with or someone who exists only in her mind. If it is the former, that opens up all sorts of interesting questions. Can the person whose fantasy you are in summon up third parties to you both? If so, is it really that person there with you? And are they experiencing this, wherever they are, as well? Do they appear and act as they do in real life, or how the person dreaming all of this wants them to?

You don't have time to speculate on any of that for long, though.

"What are you doing here, boy?" Felicity sneers at you "Speak!"

"Er, so my name is Shane and..."

"My name is Shane, Mistress Felicity" she corrects you haughtily.

"Okay, I'll start again. My name is Shane, Mistress Felicity, and I was hoping myself and a couple of my friends could come and work for you. We all have plenty of experience in this industry"

"And what are you going to do for me in return?"

"Pardon?"

"Pardon Mistress Felicity"

"I'm sorry, I beg your pardon Mistress Felicity, but what would you like me to do for you?"

"Kiss my foot"

"What?"

"You heard me" She stands up and walks towards you, casually kicking off one of her shoes "Get down on your knees and kiss my foot!"

You have to remind yourself this isn't real to anyone but you, but may get Hannah her job back. You don't have any kind of foot fetish, nor do you enjoy being ordered around like a servant, but you figure not everyone's fantasies are going to appeal to you in the same way Ria's do. You'd much rather be fucking a naked Felicity from behind while she is on all fours on her desk, but if this is what she likes, you need to get on board with it. You therefore kneel in front of her, lower your head and press your lips down just above her toes.

"Now thank me"

"Thank you Mistress Felicity for allowing me to kiss your foot"

"Good. Now stop grovelling and get up"

You rise to your feet. Felicity looks you up and down for a while, as if making some kind of silent assessment of you. You really aren't sure what you are supposed to do in this scenario, so you do nothing.

"I need to get a better look at you" she decides after a while "Strip"

"What?"

"I said strip! Are you deaf? Or too stupid to follow an incredibly simple instruction"

"Neither, Mistress Felicity!"

"Then stop testing my patience and strip for me!"

Reassuring yourself once more that this is only a dream, you do as she says, until you are standing butt naked in front of the agency owner in her office. If this somehow works out and Hannah ends up getting a job here, you really hope you get some serious gratitude for it.

For now, Mistress Felicity continues to inspect you much as she did before, except you now feel about a hundred times more exposed.

"No, I still can't decide" she eventually announces before turning her head and calling out "Arabella! Get in here now! I need a second opinion on something"

You begin to panic at this development and are about to make a grab for your clothes, but your interviewer is way ahead of you, scooping them up in one fell swoop before dispatching them out of a nearby window. Seconds later, Arabella is in the room. and you are now fully exposed to her too. From the expression on her face, it seems she knows this is all leading nowhere good for either of you.

"Yes Mistress Felicity"

"What do you think of his body?"

You have never felt so degraded and humiliated as Arabella awkwardly scans your nude form from head to toe, then up and down once more, while she attempts to think of something tactful to say.

"Um, average for his age?"

"And what about his dick size?"

"What?"

"You heard me! How would you assess our interviewees dick size?"

Arabella stares at your painfully flaccid cock for a few moments, though you get the distinct impression that she really isn't comfortable doing so.

"Again, I'd probably say average"

"Really?" Felicity folds her arms and raises an eyebrow cockily, as if her assistant has fallen into some kind of hidden trap that had been laid for her "And how many have you seen?"

"What?"

"Don't play stupid with me girl. How many dicks have you seen close up in real life to be able to make that comparison?"

"Um, I honestly don't know" a panicked Arabella answers nervously.

"What? So many you stopped counting, was it?" Felicity sneers back at her.

"No! Maybe a dozen?"

"A dozen!" Felicity repeats with a wicked smirk as she places her hands om her hips "And how old are you? Twenty two?"

"I'm twenty four"

"Twenty four, and you've already fucked four times as many guys as me. Are you some sort of whore?"

"No Mistress!"

"Strip!"

Arabella looks mortified at this demand.

"Please don't make me Mistress, I really don't want to!"

"I'm not paying you to do what you want! Strip naked this instant, or I'll fire you on the spot and see to it that you'll never get a job with another agency within fifty miles of here!"

"Yes Mistress Felicity"

As Arabella meekly begins removing her clothes, you really wish this wasn't turning you in but, of course, it is. Once she has taken off everything she was wearing, Arabella comes and stands in front of you in response to a gesture from her boss to do so.

"Okay Shane, I want you to tell me what you think of my assistant's body. And I would like you to be completely honest about it"

Now it is your turn to inspect a very embarrassed and entirely naked Arabella up and down at close range as she waits nervously for your verdict.

She's fit as fuck. But how do you say that in a way which sounds even vaguely professional and appropriate?

"She's certainly very easy on the eye. Well above average I'd say"

"And her tits? What do you think of them?"

"Bigger than average. Very firm" You pause for a moment. Felicity is looking at you as if she still wants to hear something more "I really like them!"

"Good" Felicity nods as she reaches down and gives your throbbing hard on a tickle with the tips of her fingers "If you'd said anything else, I'd have thrown you out for lying to me"

You nod. Is that it? How does this insane, voyeuristic power trip of a fantasy end? It seems Arabella would like to know the answer to that as well.

"Can I get dressed again please, Mistress Felicity? It's rather chilly in this office with no clothes on, and I'v got a ton of emails from clients that I need to respond to!"

Felicity holds out her hand to silence her assistant.

"Would you like to fuck her?"

"What?"

Your eyes widen with mortification. How are you supposed to answer that? Obviously you would, but..

"Erm..."

"Answer me! Would you like to fuck my PA? It's a simple enough question"

Oh, what the heck. It's not like this is real.

"Yes. I would"

"More honesty" Felicity nods approvingly at you before turning back to her poor, put upon staff member "Arabella, go and bend yourself over that desk. and spread your legs while you're at it"

"What, Mistress?"

"You heard! Just do what I tell you for once! I'm getting tired of you questioning me every single time I give you an order!"

"Yes Mistress"

Arabella trudges over to the desk at the other side of the room, leans over it and places the palms of her hands down flat onto its surface before widening her legs. Oh God, the view you now have!.

"Okay then, let's see how you fuck, Shane!"

Felicity goes back to her desk, where she has a perfect view of what is about to happen, and unbuttons her tros as she prepares to enjoy the show.

You walk over to Arabella. You are hard. She is just there - naked, ready and waiting, perfectly positioned for you.. Still you hesitate.

"Go on then!" Felicity orders impatiently "What's the hold up!"

You remind yourself that this isn't actually happening. Arabella probably isn't even a real person, just a figment of Felicity's sordid imagination. You step up, insert your cock between the long suffering PA's pussy lips, and begin to pound away. Soon you can hear moaning, both from the hot woman you are fucking and the other hot woman who is watching you do it.

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You wake up, still a little freaked out by that fantasy. Even if there were parts of it you can't deny you enjoyed, you would have much rather just fucked the hot assistant without all the weird Mistress Felicity shit going on around it.

You check your phone. It looks like you have a response to your email to Waddington-Taylor's already. With the memories of your dream visit to that agency still lingering strongly, you tentatively read it.

Dear Shane

Thank you for your interest in our agency. Felicity will be able to meet with you this morning around 10 AM if that works for you? I hope to meet you then.

Kind regards.

Arabella Jennings, PA to Felicity Waddington-Taylor.