Three other women.  They'd been there when I arrived and no others had come in. 
No one had gone in for their interview yet.  I looked at them surreptitiously:
one was blond and well dressed and looked like a college grad--a sorority girl;
one had long brown hair and I couldn't tell her background too well but she was
very attractive looking.  She seemed rather casually dressed for a job interview.
 The other one looked like she was hispanic and was *very* well dressed.  Just
one of us would get the job--if there weren't other women being interviewed at
other times.

The receptionist had taken my name and told me to wait.  She hadn't said anything
about how long it would take but obviously it would be a while since I was last. 
I was too nervous--the wait was going to drive me crazy.  I mentally went over
how I should act.  *Don't let your mind start drifting away*.  What a silly thing
to worry about for an interview when I was so wound up--what was my Mom thinking?

I sat there.  The blond was reading a magazine but I couldn't.  I looked at the
receptionist.  She had a job and I didn't.  I wondered if *she* had gone to
college--a lot of secretaries seem to be grads these days.  She was well-dressed:
probably better dressed than I had been all through college. I guess you have to
be to work in a corporate office like this.  She had brown hair and a pretty
face--almost heart shaped.  She'd smiled once when I came in.

She was talking to me!  I should pay more attention.  She told me to follow her. 
I looked at the other women--none seemed worried that I was going first.  She led
me to a door but it wasn't the door to the interviewer--I knew which one that
was.  I'd figured this door was a closet or something. Inside was a narrow
room--it had some file cabinets and a table in it and was dusty.  She told me to
shut the door.  I turned around, still confused.  I noticed her blouse was
unbuttoned part way--I could actually see her bra. She told me to come and then
she came to me.  We were about the same height.  Suddenly she grabbed my head and
pulled me into a kiss.  She kissed me hard--I didn't know what hit me.  She held
my head in her hands, not stopping.  I felt her tongue.

She broke it suddenly and held me by the shoulders at arms length.  "Get down,"
she said and pressed down on my shoulders.  She wasn't smiling like she had when
I first introduced myself.  She just looked very serious, her face still framed
by that brown hair.  "Come on!" she added.  I got down on my knees.

She lifted her skirt.  She had on nothing underneath.  She pushed my head down to
her crotch.  "Lick," she said.  Her aroma overcame me.  I pushed my tongue into
her vagina and licked.  She still held my head--pressed it against her.  "Thatta
girl!" she said.  I wondered about the whole thing but just kept licking.  She
had the nicest body--I felt lucky that it was her that I had to lick.

She pushed me away finally and I ended up kneeling, sitting on my heels. Her
skirt dropped to its normal position and she walked to the door.  Her blouse was
still partly unbuttoned.  She opened it and went out.  She was back in in a
second with all three of the other women.  The blonde approached me and lifted
her skirt.  She was wearing nothing underneath too.  The receptionist pressed my
head against the blonde's crotch.  "Get busy," she said.  I started licking.  She
tasted different.  Hands were undressing me as I licked.  Soon I was wearing
nothing above the waist and my skirt and pantyhose were pushed down to the floor.
 The blonde giggled a little while I licked.  Hands were still pushing my head
into the blonde. Other hands were holding my wrists, holding my arms straight
out.
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The blonde pulled away.  "Nice work, slut," she said, grinning at me.  The
hispanic woman approached and pulled up her skirt.  She'd taken off the jacket of
her suit and just wore a skirt and blouse.  She also was wearing nothing under
her skirt.  She pushed my face into her crotch.  She started talking slowly in
spanish: "mi" something-or-other.  I licked and licked. She kept talking and
talking and pressed my head harder and harder.  I just licked and licked. 
Finally she pushed me away.

The third woman came into view.  She was completely naked.  Her long brown hair
was pushed behind her shoulders.  Her body was so smooth.  She looked at me and
smiled.  She seemed kind.  She approached and then she pressed me backwards.  I
lost my balance and had to roll back on the floor, ending up laying on my side. 
She pushed me onto my back.  She stood above me.  I felt hands pulling my clothes
the rest of the way off.  She straddled my head and started descending.  I looked
up at her crotch.  It came closer and closer and soon she was kneeling, her
crotch right over my face.  I started licking though she hadn't said a word. 
Someone straddled my body, behind her, pinning my arms to my sides.  The brunette
started moving and made a "mmm" sound.  Her body moved in small slow circles. 
"You better lick her good," came a voice right near my ear.  It was the
receptionist. Her voice sounded angry.  I just licked and licked the best I
could.  It sounded like the brown-haired woman was getting excited--her breathing
was picking up and she was moving even more.  She was vocalizing on each breath. 
"Come on, slut, do your work!" came the receptionist's voice again.  I kept
licking and licking.  I felt brunette come--her legs shivered and a spasm went
through her whole body.

She stood up--I was surprised at how quickly she could stand.  She seemed like
she hadn't finished coming down from her climax.  She stood next to me and pushed
my body over until I was lying on my stomach.  I felt something being tied around
my wrist--I think it was the sleeve to my blouse.  My hands were tied together
behind me.

"She's right here."  It was the receptionist's voice again.  I saw yet another
woman's feet.  I bent my head back and looked up.  It was an older woman in a
suit--maybe 35 or 40.  "She thinks she wants the job," continued the receptionist
with a little giggle in her voice.  Arms grabbed my arms and shoulders and got me
to get back up on my knees.  I looked up at the woman.  I saw a small smile play
on her face, then she looked at me with no expression at all.  The receptionist
drew up her skirt.  She was wearing nothing underneath.  She was leaning against
the side of a table. Hands pushed my head to her crotch.

"You'd better lick *her* good if you know what's good for you," came a voice in
my ear.  I think it was the blonde.  I licked and licked as best I could.  They
dropped the skirt on my head--behind it.  Hands still pushed my head.  The woman
had her legs apart and I was right underneath her.

"Is that all she can do?" the woman asked.  I tried to lick better.  I did the
best I could.  She could give me the job.

"Lick her, slut!" came the receptionist's voice.  "If you know what's good for
you, you'll do a good job!"  I didn't know what to do--I tried licking faster and
faster.  Through the skirt, someone was still pushing my head against her crotch.
 My neck was bent back uncomfortably.  I knew she wanted me to do better, but I
didn't know how.  I licked and licked.  I heard someone talking further away--the
receptionist on the telephone: "yes, she *really* must want the job... yes, as
soon as you possibly can... sure, if he'll behave himself... no, not yet... sure,
you can bring it..."  I licked as hands pressed me still harder.

"Are you OK?  You can go in now."  The receptionist was standing in front of me. 
I was sitting in the waiting room, fully clothed.  She looked a little concerned.
 The other women were gone.  I looked at the receptionist's legs.  She was
wearing pantyhose.