WARNING: This book is intended for ADULT AUDIENCES ONLY.

This book contains graphic language and sexually explicit scenes.

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is completely coincidental.

Content copyright © Shawna Donovan. All rights reserved.

Published in the United States of America.

First Publishing Date: May 13 2011.

Cover Image License: ShutterStock Standard License

THE NEW GIRL

Monday morning and all I've got is weak coffee and an even weaker sex life. To top it all off, I was ten minutes late, my new heels are killing me, and I have to do a tag team interview with my least favorite office mate Sam.

As regular as the morning mail, at every office party Sam tries to shove his tongue down my throat as soon as he's had too much wine and his wife is out of sight.

Ugh.

Just because I'm the office single girl, doesn't mean I'm fair game. Not that I couldn't use an epic fuck, I'd just like it to come from an unmarried cock. Maybe that's puritanical of me, but that's how I roll.

I'm in this uncomfortable predicament because our boss Robb needs a new secretary. Let me rephrase that, the official job title is Executive Administrative Assistant (to be politically correct). Robb's requirements are she should be able to file, fax, and the unspoken one of course - fuck.

And why you ask are we interviewing the girls for Robb?

Well, Robb is in a bit of trouble ever since he was found balls deep in his last secretary's mouth. Sorry, his last Executive Administrative Assistant's mouth.

Her name was Rita and even I will admit she was smoking hot. Uncomfortably hot. So hot, even we straight girls were thinking about playing for the other team, hot. Robb and Rita had a daily date in the men's bathroom, which is located just outside our offices.

Luckily for Robb and Rita, it was perfect for their excursions because it was a one stall bathroom that locked, so no interruptions. Apparently the bastard is too cheap to spring for a "No Tell Motel", go figure. Unfortunately for them, in his haste to get his dick sucked by red hot Rita's amazing mouth Robb forgot to lock the door on the very day her darling husband decided to swing by the office and take her out to a surprise lunch.

Mr. Rita stopped by the men's bathroom to spruce up before surprising his lady love and found Robb pounding her mouth about three strokes away from sheer ecstasy. This according to Hannah - the office gossip who just happened to be sashaying to the women's restroom at just the right time, and saw it all as she passed by. She said Robb was so close to coming he actually continued thrusting even as Rita's husband went ballistic. The last thing Hannah saw was Rita spitting Robb's cum all over his $500 shoes.

Thus, we have been assigned to "screen" Robb's candidates by the company owners. I'm sure they hope this will prevent another incident, but don't kid yourself, Robb subtly made it clear to both Sam and I that he better have another scorching hot assistant or it's our jobs. I'm guessing they think having a woman on the hiring committee will cover their proverbial asses. Thus today I get to help pick out Robb's new fuck friend or find myself on the unemployment line. It should be a treat, especially with Sam ogling each and every one.

Just thinking about THE INCIDENT has me a bit worked up.

As I mentioned, it's been awhile. I'm hoping this interview is brief so I can make a little trip to the ladies room with my new pocket rocket. A girl has to travel prepared, particularly during a sexual drought.

This particular drought I'm a little mystified by. I mean, I'm an attractive woman. I'm fit, but still have curves and what I'd consider respectable T&A. So where are the men who should be beating down my door?

You've got me, other than an occasional unwelcome grind at the dance club from some random, desperate stranger it's been like living at a monastery for the last six months. Things are starting to look abysmal.

Last week I confided to my darling mother I was having trouble meeting men and she literally gasped in shock. Apparently she is under the impression that all of us late twenty somethings are living a sort of "Sex in the City" fantasy in downtown Denver. Randomly sweeping our files, notepads and laptops off our desks as orgies of passion ensue. Not quite, much to my chagrin. I suspect this stems somewhat from her Boulder hippie roots, all that free love in the sixties has skewed her world view.

No sign of Sam and the interviewee yet, thankfully. I have a couple minutes to compose myself in the meeting room, but I can hear them calling Sam to the front desk over the intercom system. Early, she gets bonus points for that. It's amazing how many people can't actually make it to an interview on time, even in this economy.

Better take my last remaining minute to scan her resume...the resume I was supposed to read over Friday, but instead I was surfing for lingerie behind my supervisor's back. Ever hopeful that my weekend was going to turn out differently than it had for the last six months. Lingerie that is going to lay dormant in my dresser drawer if something doesn't surface soon.

More bonus points for our applicant, one Miss Angela Torres - she has an incredible resume, not a typo in sight and all the right qualifications. On paper at least. Now what remains to be seen is if she's banging enough for Robb to give her his stamp of approval, so I can get on with my life and get back to the exciting world of project management.

The click of the meeting room door and all I can see is Sam, his six foot frame blocking my view of Miss Torres. A decadent floral perfume precedes her arrival. Sam finally motions her into the room and I can tell by the look on his face we've got a winner.

There is a fine art to dressing for a secretarial (sorry, Executive Administrative Assistant) position. You have to look professional, all the while tap dancing up to the line of sexy, without going too far over.

Too far over and every woman in the office will hate you day one. Just right, and people will still talk, but with less adamance that you got your job because you give one hell of a blow job. It's a skill, and Angela Torres definitely nailed it.

A gray pencil skirt that hugged all the right spots, and a tight white blouse with just enough plunge (but not too much, that's important) were complemented by sky high Louboutins and a small satin clutch. She had olive skin that looked amazing next to the bright white of her blouse and her pearl necklace, and it didn't hurt that the girl was stacked. She was a master, I'd give her that.

"Angela, this is Olivia Anthony, she's head of the project management team," Sam said, introducing us.

"Great to meet you Olivia," she replied, making direct eye contact and flashing a killer smile. Yet another bonus point for our star candidate. I was very, very hopeful this would be our last interview.

She placed her coffee on the table and extended her hand, and as we shook across the meeting table Sam flashed me a hardy thumbs up from behind her. I think she caught the reflection of his enthusiastic gesture in the wall of windows behind me, because her eyes lit up and she gave my hand a little squeeze and took her seat. Sam joined me on the opposite side of the table.

Over our shoulders, the sun popped out from behind a bank of clouds and it was then that Sam and I had a startling realization. Her impeccable outfit had one flaw. Or perhaps it wasn't a flaw, depending on how you looked at it.

Was the glass half full or half empty?

I'd say Sam's vote would definitely be that the glass was half full, maybe even three quarters of the way full.

Her blouse was nearly transparent in this light. With absolute clarity, you could see the dark outline of the areola and her plump nipples, which thanks to the arctic temperature in our meeting room, were diamond hard. I heard an audible gasp from Sam, and in my embarrassment I dropped my pen on the floor and nearly knocked over my own coffee. As I reached down beneath the table to feel around the floor to find my missing writing utensil, my eyes came in line with Sam's lap and his raging hard-on.

"Everything OK?" Angela asked, a hint of amusement in her voice. Was she aware she was flashing us or was I hallucinating?

"All good, just trying to find my pen," I replied, attempting to sound nonchalant.

Finally my fingers landed on my pen, and I was thankful to get my head away from the sight of my co-worker's bulging crotch. As I came back up for air, Sam took the opportunity to give himself an adjustment which I'm sure he was hoping I didn't notice.

I could feel my panties getting moist. This interview seriously needed to be over NOW so I could pay my throbbing clit some much needed attention.

Unfortunately, it was only just beginning.

Thank god Sam kept his head (no pun intended) because I was utterly useless at this point. I attribute this to the fact Sam is married and getting some sex regularly for his ability to maintain his focus in the face of extreme sexual tension.

For the next thirty minutes, I was periodically able to stop thinking about Angela's nipples and Sam's erection long enough to interject with some halfway intelligent questions, but that was about it. Not helping the situation one bit was Angela's habit of absent mindedly biting her lip or sucking on the top of her pen when mulling over her replies.

I breathed a sigh of relief when I heard Sam ask the final question.

"When would you be available to start if you were hired?"

IF? I was pretty certain there were no ifs. She was competent and blindingly hot. I wouldn't be a bit surprised if we didn't get wickedly large Christmas bonuses this year, courtesy of Robb.

She gave the pat answer of two weeks, and then graciously thanked us for our time. When she released my hand from our parting handshake, she slowly slid her manicured nails across my palm as she pulled her hand away. It sent waves of electricity straight down between my legs. She lowered her eyes and gave me a seductive smile before turning to join Sam for the long walk through the office to the front doors.

I counted to 100 to give them time to reach the entryway, and then made a mad dash to my desk to retrieve my purse. I was very overdue for my bathroom break.

Hannah was making a beeline for my cubicle, no doubt to find out all about the interview and hopefully glean some juicy gossip, but I waved her off. No time to chat. Important matters to be dealt with.

"Back in a few Hannah, gotta run to the little girl's room! Too many liquids this morning."

She gave me a deflated look, and stopped instead at Tara's desk, most likely to get the scoop on her latest marital angst, which she would then promptly share with the rest of the office.

There was no one at the receptionist's desk as I cruised through the front doors on my way to the restroom. Finally, nothing standing between me and my faithful pink vibrator. Hallelujah!

As I passed the men's restroom one of the most unmistakable sounds on planet Earth caught my attention. I could see a crack between the door and the frame...yet another idiot that couldn't remember to lock the damn door.

Would people never learn?

I was torn, my soaking wet pussy was telling me to get to the damn restroom stat, but my curiosity was killing me.

I slid up next the men's room door and eased it open a couple inches. It was Sam.

The urinal was directly across from the door so his back was to me. He was bracing himself with one hand on the wall and the other was clearly on his cock. But from the mirror to his left and the sound, I knew he wasn't urinating - he was furiously pumping his engorged shaft. Â In the reflection I could see the head was slick and swollen, and even though I would never do Sam solely because he was married, my mouth still watered a little at the sight of him. He was talking to himself, only a few strokes away from climaxing.

"Mmm. I'd like to fuck those tits. Come all over those gorgeous nipples."

Since I couldn't caress myself thanks to my skin tight skirt, I popped the top button on my blouse, and quickly found my nipples with my free hand, praying someone wouldn't round the corner and find me playing with myself all while watching my co-worker masturbate. Though Sam would definitely be happy I'd finally taken an interest in him.

A couple more longer, harder strokes and he exploded all over the back wall of the urinal, his hips thrusting his penis into an invisible set of breasts no doubt. He buried his face in the crook of the arm he was bracing himself with to muffle his moans.

The ache between my legs was unbearable at this point and I knew it was time to exit while Sam was incapacitated. I retrieved the tiny vibrator from my purse, palming it and then I hustled down the hall to the women's restroom, not bothering to rebutton my half open top.

This is what not getting laid had turned me into, a peeping Tom? Thank goodness no one had-

WHAM!

I collided with Angela Torres as I opened the bathroom door, her lukewarm latte soaking my silk top and my purse spilling all over the floor. Her face was flushed, and I couldn't tell if it was from the shock of spilling her drink all over me, or if she'd been in here listening to the show next door (you could hear a pin drop through the vent between the two restrooms) and perhaps doing exactly what I'd been planning on doing.

"Oh my god, Olivia. I am so, so, so sorry!" She looked genuinely mortified, and pulled me into the bathroom to get a better look at the coffee coated disaster I'd become.

The light in the bathroom was dimmer, and I'd be lying if I said I didn't strain to make out her amazing nipples underneath her blouse when she wasn't looking. The coffee shower had done nothing to squelch the fire between my legs.

I'd only been with a woman once, a drunken weekend during the beer fest that took over Fort Collins each spring. I'd woken up on Sunday morning with a pierced navel and no memory of how I got it, but with fleeting images of a raunchy tryst with a naked blonde sorority sister of mine in my head. Since then, I'd stuck with the male gender pretty faithfully.

"Is this silk? We have got to get this soaking, or it's going to be ruined. I've got an extra blouse in my bag. I'm such a clutz, I have to carry an extra around," she laughed, proceeding to unbutton my top without waiting for an answer. She peeled it off of me, brushing my nipples with her hands, and I struggled to figure out if it was purposeful or a pleasant accident.

It dawned on me that the door wasn't locked, so I reached back and hastily clicked the latch for fear one of the girls from my office would walk in on us.

At the sound of the click, the vibe in the room changed. With her back to me, I could see her face in the mirror. She bit the corner of her lip, her eyes half closing, and turned back to face me.

"Looks like your bra is wet too," she said, her voice a sultry whisper.

She unclasped my bra, letting it drop to the floor. I had goosebumps, and my nipples sprang to attention as the bra slid across them on the way to the floor.

She leaned in close and grasped the hand that held the vibrator.

"Long morning?"

My words came out syrupy and slow.

"Very."

At that moment, the familiar whap, whap, whap sound echoed through the vents from the men's bathroom. Sam was starting on round two and let loose a long growl that reverberated in our small space.

All bets were off on our side of things. We lunged for each other, plunging our tongues into each other's mouths. I wanted to feel her breasts against mine, and I quickly undid her buttons while we kissed, yanking her bra down around her waist, letting our hard nipples meet at last.

She nibbled a path down my neck to my tits.

"You taste like coffee," she giggled, taking one of my nipples into her mouth for a long, hard suck. She teased the other one with a manicured nail. I cupped the back of her head and urged her on.

The sound of Sam going at it was getting louder, he was getting closer and we could make out vague words and phrases as he talked dirty to himself on the other side of the wall, completely unaware that his wildest fantasies were taking place mere feet away.

"Fuck that tight pussy...suck those titties...I want you on my cock baby..."

Angela released my nipple, working her way down my stomach. She tugged my skirt off my hips, taking my panties along with it.

"Do you want this..."

She took the vibrator from my hand and held it up.

"Or this?"

Her delicious tongue slid across her lips, and at the moment all I wanted was her mouth on my clit and she knew it. She pressed me backwards until we came to the upholstered seat next to the sink, and I sank down into it, opening my legs to let her in. She spread me wide, her tongue probing for my clit. It was so swollen that when she found it and started licking, I let out a loud moan.

"Oh my god, yes. Lick me. Make me come." On cue, she licked and sucked me furiously, and I knew it wouldn't be long. Her tongue was relentless.

Finally I couldn't take it anymore. Sensing I was about to come, she grabbed my ass so I couldn't squirm away. My back arched and I bit down on my hand to muffle a scream as the most amazing orgasm I've ever had washed over me.

She kissed her way back up and sat next to me, as I tried to steady my shaking legs. I kissed her deeply, tasting myself on her lips.

"You should seriously add cunnilingus to the list of skills on your resume. I'd say it's in the top three," I joked. We could hear Sam coming for the second and final time, and it made us both laugh.

My turn.

I kissed her once more, playing with her full breasts then I slid my hand slowly across her taut abs. Her skirt was still on and she wiggled out of it and her black thong. She left her heels on, which made her legs look a mile long.

She was shaved bare, which I'd never been brave enough to try, and she pressed her mound into my hand eagerly.

"Please," she whispered.

"Please what?" I replied, surprised at how badly I wanted to hear her beg me. Even more surprised with myself at how I was so quick to embrace this afternoon tryst with another woman.

"Eat me out," she pleaded.

She spread herself open, and I slid off the bench and positioned myself between her legs. I nibbled and licked her inner thighs and she arched her back, digging her nails into my shoulders. Her skin smelled like roses and it made me want her even more.

I finally gave her what she was begging for, plunging my tongue into her slit. Angela screamed and it reverberated off the tile walls.

"Yes, yes, yes."

She wound her hands into my hair, pulling me into her, shoving her cunt into my mouth as hard as she could. I happily obliged her, latching onto her clit and alternating between sucking and licking.

Wanting to make her scream again, I gently worked my fingers into her hole while I stroked her to climax with my tongue.

Angela's body tensed, and after a moment she bucked underneath me, letting out a final scream as she came. I pumped and licked her a few seconds more until she pushed me away.

Using my coffee stained shirt to wipe her juices off my face, I then collapsed next to her on the bench again.

"Maybe you should add cunnilingus to the list of skills on your resume," she said, as she tweaked my nipple and kissed me ferociously.

"I'm pretty new to this, imagine how I'd be with some practice," I replied, hopeful she'd get the hint.

"Mmm, I'd be happy to mentor you," she said.

"Really...when can we start?"

"I'd say we just did."

A knock on the bathroom door interrupted our flirtatious tete-a-tete. I nearly jumped out of my skin and scrambled to get my clothes back on.

It was Hannah. Perfect timing as always.

"Anybody in there? I've been waiting out here for quite some time to use the restroom," she said.

Oh my god. What did she hear? I will be the center of office gossip for months now!

"Out in a second, I spilled coffee on my blouse and Angela is letting me borrow her spare," I shouted, a little too loudly.

Angela retrieved her spare top from her oversized purse and handed it to me, but not before stealing one final kiss.

"Best interview ever," I whispered into her ear.

"So, do I get the job?" she asked.

"No!"

Shocked, she pulled back.

"My boss just wants a secretary...administrative assistant...he can fuck," I explained.

A look of understanding crossed her face.

"But I want you all for myself," I pouted.

"You know, I'm a master at leading men on, if you hired me I can guarantee I won't be fucking him. But I will be fucking you," she said, a seductive look and a grab of my ass and I was sold.

Hannah rapped on the door again.

"Hello!" she said.

"Coming!" I shouted back.

I yanked my clothes back on. Angela's spare blouse was fairly sheer, just like the one she was wearing, and my nipples were perfectly visible through the fabric without my bra. She finished dressing and I pulled her to me.

I rubbed my tits across hers and the feeling of her nipples against mine, even through the fabric, made me hot all over again.

"You drive a hard bargain Miss Torres, your negotiating skills are top notch," I said.

"Thank you, I can't wait to get my offer letter," she replied.

"Shall we?" I motioned to the door.

"We shall," she said.

We giggled and took one last breath before stepping back out into the office.

I had the funny feeling that soon I would be very excited to come to work each day...and come at work each day.