Luke's heart pounded steadily as her gaze locked onto his, those piercing blue eyes dissecting him like she could see straight through his confident facade,
although it was not a facade, luke was genuinely confident in both himself and the coin, he believed everything was to the will of the coin and the coin was working to his favour.
The room felt smaller, the chill in the air was now a deliberate contrast to the heat rising in his chest.
She set her pen down with a soft click, the sound echoing in the quiet space, and as she leaned back in the leather chair. The red dress hugged her curves like a second skin, the deep V-neckline plunging low, just enough to reveal the swell of her massive breasts, straining against the fabric with each breath that she took.
They were full, heavy, the kind that desperately begged to be grabbed and squeezed, nipples faintly outlined as if daring him to stare, and that he did to the fullest.
'Have a seat, Mr. Luke,' she said, her voice that same smooth velvet from before, but now laced with authority that made his cock stir in his pants.
She gestured to the chair opposite her desk, her gold earrings catching the light as her silky black hair poured over one shoulder.
Up close, she looked mid-forties maybe, but her skin was flawless, her lips painted a bold crimson that matched her dress. Experience radiated from her— the way she crossed her legs, the subtle shift that made her thigh peek from the slit in the fabric, exuding control.
Luke sat, crossing his legs to hide the growing bulge, but he met her eyes without flinching. Damn, those tits, he thought, imagining burying his face between them, sucking hard until she gasped. But he reined it in, letting out a litting smile. 'Good morning. Thank you for seeing me.'
She tilted her head, appraising him fully now, her gaze trailing down his body—over his broad shoulders, the fitted shirt clinging to his toned chest, lower to where his thighs pressed together. A faint smile tugged at her lips, like she knew exactly what he was thinking.
'Tell me about yourself, Luke, and why do you think you're the right fit for this position?' Her pen tapped lightly against the journal, but her attention was all on him, she was examining him thoroughly.
Outside, Alicia paced the hallway, her fingers twisting in worry. She'd clung so tightly to him earlier, her confidence had wavered at that point, even now she continues to doubt any of them will get it,
wondering if either of them would be the one to land the job . But now, alone with her thoughts, she wondered if Luke's confidence would carry him through, although she was genuinely worried for luke she also did not want him to get the job, because that would mean she did not get it, it was a bad thought but that was the reality of things, at the end of the day only one person would get the job, this was the grim fate of people living in slum city.
The other applicants milled about, all of them anxious, frustrated and scared, with each person that had gone in, they thought could that be it? Does their journey end there?
Back in the office, Luke leaned forward, elbows on his knees, voice steady. 'I've got drive, ma'am, I've been in tough spots, but I always come out on top. I also have years of working experience in another superstore. He did not want to mention it was the delights superstore and risk blowing everything up, or even the fact that he was fired 'His words hung double-edged, and he caught the flicker in her eyes—interest, maybe amusement. She uncrossed her legs slowly, the motion drawing his eye view to the smooth expanse of her thigh, and he could have sworn he saw the hint of lace beneath the dress. Fuck, is she teasing me?
There is no way, I know that I am hot now but this is a millionaire boss with several business branches, not to mention way older than I am.
The air thickened with unspoken tension, her breasts rising as she inhaled deeply.
'Drive is good,' she murmured, standing abruptly. The dress clung to her hips as she rounded the desk, resting on the edge right in front of him, close enough that he could smell her perfume—spicy, intoxicating, arousing. Her knee brushed his, sending a jolt straight to his groin. 'But I need to see if you can handle pressure. Stand up.'
Luke rose immediately without hesitation, towering over her slightly, his cock now half-hard and pressing against his zipper. She didn't back away; instead, she reached out, adjusting his tie with manicured fingers that lingered on his chest. 'Impressive build,' she said casually, but her touch was electric, her thumb circling a button on his shirt. 'This job requires... stamina. Tell me, Luke, how far are you willing to go to prove yourself?'
His mind raced— the coin in his pocket felt warm, as if it ignited, he took that as a go ahead sign. He stepped closer, bold now, letting his hand rest on her hip. 'As far as it takes.' Her breath hitched, eyes darkening with desire, and just like that, the interview twisted into something far more primal. She grabbed his shirt, pulling him down until his lips hovered inches from hers, her massive breasts pressing against his chest.
'Show me,' she whispered, and Luke did not need to be told twice. His hands slid up, cupping those glorious tits through the dress,
squeezing firmly as she moaned softly. He kneaded them, his thumbs flicked over her hardening nipples, feeling her arch into his touch. She wrestled with his belt like it was some kind of puzzle designed to test her patience, eager, her composure began cracking as she freed his thick cock, before stroking it with a grip that made him groan.
Outside, the area buzzed on, oblivious, but inside, Luke thrust into her waiting mouth, her lips stretching around his girth as she sucked hungrily, those sparkling eyes locked on his the whole time. This is it, he thought, hips pumping steadily. The job is mine.