Finally, I get my chance to interview for the most prestigious law firm in the nation, Stone, Carvall, and Winters. I wear my sharpest Armani suit, the lucky one that makes every woman I see start fucking melting in her panties. Not that I’ll need the luck or the suit to impress any woman or any interviewer. I’m used to getting what I want, when I want it because I make it happen. Today will be no different. Plus, I have a proven track record that no firm can deny. I just gotta win this new boss over and I’m all set.

I enter the lobby and am surprised to find an incredibly chic place to work. It’s all lux and glam up here, super modern. It’s just the kind of place I want to be. No wonder they’re at the top. What client wouldn’t be awed by these surroundings?

I take my chair and wait for my future boss to come out.

I’m stunned when she approaches me. Man, am I stunned. She’s fucking gorgeous. Out of 10 she’s an 11.

I find myself gaping, which is odd because normally I’m so comfortable around women. But, what the fuck? She's like . . . the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. A total knock out. Was not expecting this. Gotta compose myself.

"Hi, um, are you Jacqueline?" Did I just fucking say um? I didn’t even know that word was in my vocabulary.

"Yes I am. Thanks for meeting with me." She gestures for me to follow her down the corridor to her office. As we do so, I'm checking out her hourglass frame the entire time. Wow, if she looks this good in clothes, what will she look like naked? Fuck, I want her so bad. I always get what I want, but for once I feel like there is really a challenge here. If she was my boss, I’d fuck her to submission. I’d make her beg me for more. All I can think about are this chick’s lips sucking the life out of my cock, and me fucking her hard over a table, having her sprawled out on it so she couldn’t move, and then I’d make her ask me for it some more. God, where has my head gone? Get some composure man. Still, if I had this girl, I’d never let her go, and that’s a lot coming from me.

I know that I need to keep my cool. I can get anything I want, fuck anyone I want, but I’m not using those two things to actually get this job.

"I see, Marcus, that you went to Yale." The congenial smile she shoots me as she takes a seat behind her desk is just stunning.

"Yeah, I mean yes. I did go there." Christ, gotta be impressive here and I’m over here stumbling around my words.

"Me too," she replies. I could swear she’s undressing me with her eyes, but I can’t tell. She might also be measuring me up.

I’m not surprised. To make partner in this kind of firm, you have to have all the credentials. She must be brilliant too.

Time to sell myself.  "Yes, well, Yale is one of the top law schools to get into. I went there and completed a long tenure at a top company in New York City, as you’ll see there on my resume. I’m in the business to win it . . . and I always win." I narrow in on her eyes as I say that and try to add some seduction. I’m a charmer. I know it. I can lay a little bit of that on without being the biggest dick in the world. I want this woman to be my boss, and I would respect her and all that. I just also really want to see what she looks like with my cock so deep down her throat that her eyes are watering when she looks up at me.

For just a second I see her pause. Jacqueline’s trying to be tough. I see that now. But I can hook her in. I know it.

"Well, your resume speaks volumes. But, here at our company, we operate a little differently. We seek only the best of the best. And if your winning streak were to falter, then your job might hang in the balance. You prepared for that?"

I want to challenge her so bad. I want to knock her off her high horse and prove to her that I can be higher, tougher, and everything she could want in a guy. But, I don’t. This is an interview after all, and the place for that is not here. I honestly know how to handle myself professionally. I just seem to prefer this very inappropriate way instead.

What do you say I go with it?

"I won’t falter," is all I say. This makes her mad because she starts to play dirty.

"What about your history as something of a  . . . bad boy, shall I call it?"

Nothing’s off the table if she's going to bring this up in an interview. Sure, I do have a reputation, but I’ve got nothing to prove.

"You’ll see that my private life never affects work. And that quality about me actually makes me an ace in the courtroom." I give her a confident smile, nothing extra to try and soak her panties or anything.

What, don’t look at me like that!

Okay, maybe a little. I lean forward and lower my voice. "You’ll see."

I’m hoping my confidence makes her back off and it does. She congratulates me on making it this far and says she’ll be in touch.

Now that I’ve potentially bagged this interview, it’s time for a little bit of play.

"Thank you for the opportunity," I say. I mean it. I also like offering this little olive branch considering what else I’m about to offer. "And how did you hear about my reputation anyways? Is there something about it you like?" I smile. I’m flirting. I know it. But, I can’t help it. If I don’t move on this girl, she’ll be gone. Forget that she’ll be my boss. If it means sacrificing a chance to have her, then I won’t have that. In this case, I’d rather taste her pussy than have a taste of this highly coveted job.

"I like trustworthy men," she retorts, all game face.

"Well, I’m not what I seem. I can be trustworthy . . . Only to my inner circle. Would you like to be a part of that?" I quip.

"Are you flirting with me, Marcus? That’s a risky move to do in an interview," she says confidently.

Whatever. I know I have this in the bag. I know the firm needs me too. And I need her. So here goes . . .

"Listen, I want this job a lot. But more than that, I want you. I always get what I want, Jacqueline. There’s gotta be someway we can make this work."

To my surprise, my comment catches her off guard and she releases a secret, slow, come-hither smile.

Wow, I’m so wrapped up in this. This girl is wild.

"How do I know your winning streak won’t end with me? I expect the best. Besides, everyone has an Achilles heel."

I’m taken aback. "Trust me. I can perform. There’s nothing you can do about that. The question is, can you handle it?"

Man, she’s tough. Not giving me much ground, and I know that’s probably part of why she’s a capable enough attorney to be partner.

I’m not used to having to sell myself like this. Normally chicks just look at me and come in their pants. She...Jacqueline is something special for sure. My new boss, because, let’s face it, she’s gotta hire me, she’s going to be the biggest perk of this job.

She flashes a magnetic smile and I know it’s game on.

Because she wants me to fuck her as much I want her.