“And as you can see on my resumé, before the election I was completing my masters in accounting.” The beautiful young girl said, doing her best to hide the gut wrenching nerves she felt behind a thin veneer of confidence. “I was actually top of my entire cohort, and all set to graduate with adva-“

“And since the election? You’ve been..?” The man sitting on the opposite side of the rich mahogany desk said, raising his large hand and completely steamrolling over the last point she’d been making. He was impeccably dressed in a tailored suit, the epitome of tall dark and handsome. Flecks of salt shone through in his otherwise pepper hair, and the late afternoon sun pouring in through his high-rise, corner-office window made his evenly tanned face shine like a freshly cast bronze statue.

The girl did her best not to sound as discouraged as she was, having hoped she’d at least be able to get through her credentials. “Oh, well, I… uh… dropped out of course.”

The man scribbled something down on the paper in front of him and spoke without looking up. “Married?”

“Um, well yes.” She replied, her face growing warmer and now wishing she’d never even come in for this interview.

More scribbling. “Does your husband know you’re here?”

“N-no.” She said, not even able to look up anymore. Her eyes downturned as she stared at her shaking hands, which were furiously fidgeting in the lap of her form fitting pencil skirt. “He tends to spend more time with his other wives.”

“Ahh.” The man said with a sudden nod of understanding. “And children?”

The girl didn’t want to answer. She wanted to run. She wanted to run home and kick off the high heels that were causing her feet agony, and scrub off the makeup that she had so meticulously done earlier that morning, and never leave her house again. But she had to answer; she knew that, and so did the man across from her.

“No.” She finally said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

The gentleman placed down his pen and looked up at the girl, staring with intense scrutiny for what felt to the young woman like a lifetime. “That is odd, wouldn’t you say? For a girl like you. A girl so… in her prime.” Those last words seemed to roll from his tongue like poisonous honey, each syllable laced with malicious intent that practically filled the entire office and made it suddenly hard for her to breathe. Neither of them said anything for a moment, until the man smiled and winked. “Well, not for lack of trying I hope. You just keep at it, sweetheart.”

The interviewee was practically choking back tears at this point, but forced herself to answer. “Yes, sir. Thank you. I will.”

The man stood up from the desk and began to walk around it, taking his time, each footfall causing the girl’s heart to stop arrhythmically. Finally, he reached the side where the girl was seated, and leaned back against the dark wood of the desk just to her right, staring down like a father deciding what to do with his misbehaving daughter.

“Firstly, I want to applaud your courage.” He said with a smile, “Not a lot of girls would have the gumption to book an interview with an accounting firm in this day and age. That shows a lot of initiative. Honestly, we here like to think of ourselves as quite progressive, which is why I even agreed to meet with you.”

“And I appreciate that.” The girl said, meekly, still staring down at her own lap

He raised a hand to indicate he wasn’t finished. “Taking that into consideration, I feel like there’s definitely room at our firm for someone like you.”

The girl raised her wide eyes to look at at the man, hardly able to believe her ears. Her heart was thudding in her chest as a flood of adrenaline coursed through her veins. She had done it. It had actually worked.

…Or so she had thought.

She heard it before she saw it. The sound of metal teeth slowly unclenching their hungry jaws. She turned her gaze downwards – that small spark of hope she’d felt for just a second already well and truly extinguished – and was just in time to see the man reach inside the fly of his expensive slacks and pull out his already stiffening cock. Men didn’t wear underpants these days. Not only was it bad for sperm count, but quick-access to their reproductive organs was the name of the game. A man had to be ready to fuck anytime and anywhere. There were a lot of un-bred women out there, and more coming of age every day.

“There’s always room for a determined young girl like yourself.” He said, softly, his other hand reaching out and cupping the young girl’s chin in his thick thumb and forefinger. He barely touched her, and yet she felt the dominance of his grip drawing her towards his twitching, swollen prick. Without thinking, her mouth opened obediently, and with a shuddering breath her voluptuous red lips sealed themselves around his flared glans, and she began to suck.

Not a minute had passed before the door behind her opened with a crash and a loud, cocky voice piped up behind her. “Johnson, it five o’cl- oh shit!”

“Don’t you knock, McKenzie? Christ!”

“Fuck, sorry. But we’re all going down to the bar, figured you’d be joining us.” Then a booming laugh of understanding. “Oh shit!! Is this the girl? The one who wanted an interview? That’s hilarious!”

The young girl continued to suck as the men spoke, and amongst the casual workplace chatter she heard the unmistakeable sound of another fly being undone. Within seconds the chair she was sitting on was yanked from under her and she had to assume a thigh-burning squat to stop from toppling over. Two strong hands on her hips next, raising her ass up as she had to bend forward 90 degrees to continue deep-throating the cock in her mouth.

“Y’know, the Bancroft account has been giving us fucking nightmares down there. Could use your help on it.”

Up went her pencil skirt, before she felt the crotch of her lace panties get slid to the side of her peach shaped ass.

“Fuck! This one’s tight!” Said the man behind her, his thick cock splitting her pussy lips wide as he thrust into her unprepared cunt.

“No kids.” Replied the man in front, his hand gripping her neat pony tail and wielding as if it were the reins of well trained horse.

“Reeaaally?”

Thwack!

A large palm crashed into her milky white ass, causing the girl to elicit a muffled sob into the crotch of the man whose cock was roughly invading her throat.

“Well, we’ll see if we can’t fix that tonight.”

TL;DR: Free-use, basically.

Limits: Bathroom stuff, gore, snuff, underage characters, celebrities, feet, bestiality, lazy writing.

This is a stand-alone scene I’ve written as an example; pitch one of your own or even better just start a scene and we’ll jump right into it! Bonus points to anyone who would like to play this in a 40’s/50’s setting.