A couple weeks ago, I was fired from my high paying job, because I spent too much time in the restroom and wasn’t meeting company deadlines. I’m ashamed to say I was in the restroom almost every hour jacking off. Please understand, since my girlfriend left me, I’ve been in a constant state of arousal. I haven’t had sex with a woman in weeks.
Yesterday, I had my first interview downtown at a large corporation over on Race Street. I would be working for a woman – something I’ve never done before. Her name was Darlene McHenry.
Ms. McHenry was a looker – long brown hair, brown eyes. I loved the way she moved her mouth when she asked me questions and I made every attempt to stay focused on what she was saying.
As the interview continued, I couldn’t help but look down at her breasts, not large ones but very firm, very nice. In fact, they were magnificent.
Suddenly, I felt movement inside my pants. Mr. Walker (Marilyn, that’s my name for my package) was becoming larger by the second.
I told myself to concentrate, to pretend it was just a guy interviewing me, but when she crossed her beautiful legs, I almost ejaculated right there in my chair.
When she looked down at my pants and saw Mr. Walker trying to escape, she raised her eyebrows and a concerned look came across her face. At that point, I excused myself to use their company restroom.
After I relieved myself, I went back to her office, but she wasn’t there. Her assistant told me that Ms. McHenry had seen enough.
Something tells me I didn’t get the job. However, I’m still thinking about her (if you know what I mean) and hoping she’ll call.