I tried to stay calm. I tried to breathe normally. I tried to focus on my surroundings. 

But that was increasingly impossible with a foot leisurely massaging my bulge. 

This situation was beyond absurd. I came here for a job interview, yet now I was seated across from three stunning women—one of whom was teasing me in a way that made concentrating nearly unbearable. 

I am Thomas Parker, a 22-year-old who just graduated with a bachelor’s degree in Economics. I planned to continue my studies eventually but wanted a break, so I decided to bridge the gap in my CV with another internship and earn some work experience. My previous internships were in accounting and finance, so I thought branching out into HR would give me a well-rounded edge. 

Friends warned me it was a bad idea, saying HR was a nest of "crazy, bitter women" who’d make my life miserable. Their words gave me second thoughts, but here I was, proving them completely, wonderfully wrong. 

The interview began when a petite blonde named Candice greeted me at reception with a warm smile. She was at most in her late twenties. 

"Hi, you must be Thomas. I'm Candice—we’ll be working together. Follow me," she said sweetly before leading me to a meeting room. 

Inside, I met two more women. 

"Hello, I’m Jasmine," said a small yet curvaceous black woman, likely in her early thirties. 

"Good morning, Mr. Parker. You may call me Ms. Harrington," said the third—a slightly chubby redhead in her mid-forties, exuding authority. "I’m the head of HR." 

Her tone was much more formal, drawing exaggerated eye rolls from the other two women. 

"I apologize for ambushing you with a three-on-one interview," Ms. Harrington explained. "As a small team in a small company, I thought it made sense for you to meet everyone at once. Please take a seat." 

And that's how I ended up sitting across of these three attractive women. They all wore dark skirts and light blouses making them look professional but also crazy hot. And maybe my mind was imagining things but I swore their blouses progressively became more and more unbuttoned. 

Candice, seated across off me to my left, was slightly taller than me, but that's probably because she is wearing high heels. She was very petite and elegant, which is exactly my type. She was the quietest during this whole process and mostly flirted with me with her eyes, which made think that it was probably her foot. 

Jasmine sat to my right, exuding athletic energy. Though shorter than me, her muscular thighs hinted at a rigorous workout routine and made her undeniably captivating. She too seemed rather flirtatious, but also more confident than Candice. Maybe it was her foot?

Directly across from me was Ms. Harrington, every inch the strict professional. She maintained control of the conversation, with her sharp green eyes fixed on me. While she was also hot, her demeanor made her seem an unlikely suspect.

"So, Mr. Parker," Ms. Harrington began, "it looks like you are a great candidate on paper, but for this role we really need a man that... has the endurance to work hard for a long time. Can you be that man?” 

"Y-yes, I can handle it," I managed, my voice tight as the teasing foot persisted. 

"Good." Her eyes glinted. "And do you come equipped with… the right tools for the job?" 

I hesitated, unsure of her meaning, but nodded anyway. 

Ms. Harrington exchanged a glance with Candice, who stood and walked toward me. As she moved, I realized the teasing foot hadn’t belonged to her—it was still there for a while. My eyes darted back to Ms. Harrington, who let a devilish smile break through her mask of professionalism. 

"Relax," Candice whispered as she reached for my belt. "We just need to check a few things." 

Before I could process her words, she unzipped my pants. The situation was weird, but I was shocked and there was no way I would push a pretty girl of my dick when she fishes for it. So, I just let it happen.  

Both Jasmine and Ms. Harrington watched intently as Candice stroked me to full hardness, then measured my length with a playful grin. 

"Seven inches!" she announced cheerfully. 

Jasmine raised an eyebrow, smirking. "That’ll do nicely." 

Ms. Harrington, unimpressed, sniffed, "Perhaps we could find a better candidate." 

"Seriously?" Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Anything bigger and anal would be off the table." 

“A-anal?”, I asked because I was pretty sure that the job description didn’t mention that. 

“If you say so.”, claimed Ms. Harrington still unimpressed. “What do you think Candice?” 

Candice turned to look into my eyes and answered, “I just think he looks cute”. 

After a few silent moments both girls turned toward the redhead to see her reaction. 

She looked me up and down and smiled at me. “You are right. He is cute.” 

Candice gave me a reassuring smile before leaning in for a kiss. Her lips were soft, her hands skillful as she resumed stroking me. While we made out, I eventually felt somebody place their hands on my shoulders from behind and felt someone else pull my pants down. 

When Candice stopped and stepped back, I finally saw that Jasmine was kneeling between my legs, she grinned at me and looked at my cock with hunger in her eyes. 

“Mr. Parker, we will now start an... assessment center to see if you can complete the daily tasks of this position.”, explained me Ms. Harrington while gently caressing my shoulders and neck. 

“Haha yeah, we just need to see if you can handle things like this”, said Jasmine before giving me a slow lick from my base up to my glans. Once there she gave it kiss and began slowly sucking on my tool as they called it, slowly taking more and more of it in. 

Candice soon joined her, between my legs. First the ebony girl teased my base and ball sack with her tongue while her colleague sucked on my tip. After a while the blonde moved her mouth from the top to my left side as Jasmine licked the right side of my shaft. They both licked on either side in synch as if they have done this together countless of times before. 

I never had more than one girl pleasure me, let alone with such skill. I really wanted to cum at the sight in front of me, but also really wanted to impress them so I just bit my tongue to help me endure this sweet torture longer. 

After what felt like both an eternity and a heartbeat, Jasmine stood abruptly. "I’m going first." 

Candice protested, “I saw him first!”, but Jasmine was already pulling up her skirt, revealing that she wore no panties. 

She turned her back to me and sank onto me with a satisfied moan. Her movements quickly started growing faster and more passionate. Meanwhile Ms. Harrington continued to caress my upper body from behind, while Candice first took off her top and the bra underneath, to reveal a pair of small but flawless pale tits, then helped Jasmine take of theirs while riding me to show me more of her skin as well. 

I didn’t want it to end but it was way too much. “I am cumming!” 

Jasmine dismounted just in time, leaving Ms. Harrington to finish me with a firm grip. My release spilled onto Jasmine’s ass, while she grinned triumphantly. 

"That is an acceptable start," Ms. Harrington conceded as she noticed I am still hard, though her tone remained stern. "But your assignment is not over yet." 

Candice stepped forward eagerly, her voice soft. "Can I go next?" 

She stood in front of me, her cheeks flushed, her green eyes wide with anticipation. Her shy demeanor made her request all the more enticing. 

“Yes… of course,” I managed to say, my voice shaky from exhaustion and lingering arousal. 

She smiled brightly, stepped out of her skirt entirely and hopped onto the table. Lying back, she spread her legs for me. Her petite frame was like something out of a dream—delicate, yet impossibly sexy. 

I positioned myself at the edge of the table, my hands lightly gripping her slim thighs. I could feel her body trembling beneath my touch, and her breath hitched as I rubbed my tip against her entrance. 

“Take your time,” Candice whispered. Her voice was soft, almost nervous. 

I nodded and began to ease myself inside her, inch by inch. She gasped softly with every movement, her fingers gripping the edges of the table for support. Her tight warmth enveloped me, and I could feel every tremor of her body as she adjusted to my size. 

When I was fully inside her, I paused to take in the sight: Candice’s small chest rose and fell rapidly, her head tilted back, lips slightly parted. She looked at me through half-lidded eyes, a mix of vulnerability and desire. 

I started moving slowly, withdrawing almost completely before sliding back in. Each thrust elicited a small moan from her, and her thighs wrapped around me instinctively. 

“Oh, Thomas,” she moaned, her voice barely audible. 

Beside us, Jasmine had taken a seat in the chair I had occupied earlier. She watched intently, one hand lazily sliding beneath her skirt. Meanwhile, Ms. Harrington stood at my side, her fingers tracing lazy patterns along my chest and neck. 

“You’re doing well, Mr. Parker,” the redhead murmured, her strict tone tinged with approval. 

Encouraged, I quickened my pace, earning louder moans from Candice. Her petite frame rocked beneath me, her body arching with every thrust. She bit her lip, her hands reaching for mine. I interlocked our fingers, holding her steady as I drove deeper. 

“I’m… I’m gonna—” Candice gasped, her voice cutting off as her whole body tensed. 

She came hard, her legs tightening around me as her inner walls clenched rhythmically. Her moans were soft but desperate, her head rolling to one side as she rode out her climax. The sight and feel of her release sent a wave of pride coursing through me. 

But I wasn’t finished, it would be my second load so i could hold it back for a while longer. 

After Candice’s climax  Jasmine stood up and walked over to us, her sultry grin lighting up her face. 

“We still need to finish what we started.” she teased. 

Candice gently pushed me away and slid off the table, her legs still shaking slightly. Jasmine wasted no time and leaned over the table. She wanted it from behind again, but this time I did all the work. 

“Fuck, he feels so good,” she moaned, throwing her head back as I entered her. Jasmine was a force of nature. I wanted to start slow but I soon felt her push back against my hips at every thrust, showing me that she demanded it harder. 

Ms. Harrington leaned down, whispering in my ear. “Don’t disappoint her, Mr. Parker.” Her tone was strict, but her hand gently stroked my hair, offering an odd mix of encouragement and dominance. 

I fucked as hard as I could and before long, she gasped sharply. “Oh—oh yes,” she cried out, her body trembling as she reached her peak. Her moans filled the entire the room. 

She collapsed onto the desk, catching her breath, but before I could recover, Ms. Harrington’s voice cut through the haze. 

“Mr. Paker, keep in mind that its ultimately only me who decides whenever or not we hire you.” She told me that while pushing me on the desk. 

She unzipped her skirt, letting it fall to the floor, followed by her panties. Her full, curvy body was stunning. She was radiating confidence while crawling on the table where she eventually straddled me. 

“Mr. Parker,” she said, her green eyes locking onto mine. “This is your final test. Don’t fail me.” 

With that, she lowered herself onto me, taking me in fully. Her movements were slow, deliberate, and controlled—a stark contrast to Jasmine’s wild fuck. Ms. Harrington knew exactly what she was doing, and every motion was designed to draw out the most intense pleasure. 

“You feel incredible,” I admitted, my voice barely audible. 

“Good,” she purred, her hands bracing against my chest. “Now, let’s see how long you can last.” 

Her pace quickened, her hips rolling with a precision that left me breathless. Her full breasts swayed with her movements, and I couldn’t resist reaching up to touch them. She let out a soft moan as my hands cupped her, her confidence faltering for just a moment. 

“I’m close,” I gasped, unable to hold back any longer. 

Ms. Harrington leaned down, her lips brushing against my ear. “Then finish. Show me you’re worthy of this position.” 

Her words were all it took. With a final thrust, I came hard, my body tensing beneath her. She rode me through my climax, her own breathing heavy as she reached her peak moments later. 

When it was over, she collapsed onto my chest, her strict demeanor replaced by a satisfied smile. 

“Well, Mr. Parker,” she said after a moment, her voice still firm but tinged with warmth, “I believe you’ve passed your assessment.” 

The three women helped me off the table, and we all dressed in silence. 

My future boss was the first to speak. “We’ll call you soon, Mr. Parker. And don’t forget this internship could lead to permanent employment—if you continue to provide satisfactory results.”