Stepmom Proves Herself To You and Gets The Job

Title: “Sinful Solutions: The Naughty Job Interview”

Lana walked into the office, her heels clicking on the polished floor. The receptionist, a young woman with a tight bun and thick-rimmed glasses, looked up with a faint smile. “You must be Lana Thompson, here for the interview with Mr. Jameson?”

Lana nodded, her auburn hair bouncing with the movement. “That’s me. I’m here to prove myself.”

The receptionist’s smile tightened. “Of course. I’ll let him know you’ve arrived.” She picked up the phone, her eyes flicking down to Lana’s cleavage as she did so. Lana had picked out her lowest cut blouse, the one that made her green eyes pop. She needed every advantage today.

A few minutes later, the office door opened and out walked Mr. Jameson. He was older, mid-fifties maybe, with a salt and pepper beard and a commanding presence. His eyes immediately fell on Lana’s curves, lingering on her hips before meeting her gaze.

“Lana, a pleasure to finally meet you in person. Please, come into my office.”

Lana smiled, walking past him and letting her hand graze his arm. “The pleasure is all mine, I assure you.”

Inside the office, Mr. Jameson gestured to a chair. “Have a seat. Now, let’s discuss this position. I need to see… proof that you can handle it. With enthusiasm.”

Lana crossed her long legs, letting her skirt ride up her thigh. “I understand. I’m more than willing to go the extra mile…and then some.”

Mr. Jameson swallowed, his eyes drawn to her legs like magnets. “That’s…good to hear. You’ve got the looks for it, I’ll give you that. But looks alone won’t get you promoted.”

Lana leaned forward, giving him an unobstructed view of her ample cleavage. “And what will it take, sir? I’m willing to do anything.”

Mr. Jameson’s breath caught. He stood suddenly, walking around the desk to perch on the edge right in front of her. Lana saw the growing bulge in his slacks, felt her own desire stir in response.

“I need you to demonstrate your…Procedure Proficiency,” he said gruffly. “Show me you can handle all the duties.”

Lana wet her lips. “I’ll do whatever it takes, Mr. Jameson. My current job is such a dead end. I need the excitement, the challenge.” She reached out, boldly running a hand up his thigh. “I need you.”

He growled, pouncing on her. They kissed, a clash of tongues and lips, while hands roamed the other’s body. Lana tugged at his belt, desperate to feel him, and he shoved her blouse off her shoulders to run his hands over her bare skin.

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he panted, unclasping her bra. Lana arched into his touch, her nipples pebbling in the cool air. This was everything she’d wanted, everything she needed.

Soon they shed all clothes, their bodies bare and wanting. Mr. Jameson pushed her back on the desk, an arm under each knee as he pulled her to the edge. Lana moaned as he entered her, her head falling back. He was huge, stretching her deliciously.

“Yes, yes, fuck me!” she cried as he thrust deep. The desk creaked, her heels clattering to the floor. Politely asking for what she wanted was so last year.

He obliged her demand, pounding hard and fast like a man possessed. Lana’s nails raked down his back, his neck, anywhere she could reach. She felt the coil of orgasm tighten, whimpering with desperate need.

“Please, Quinn! I’m so close…” She couldn’t remember the last time she’d used his first name, but it came out naturally, a plea for his touch.

He dipped his head, catching one nipple between his teeth. Lana arched up with a sharp cry, explosion ripping through her. She bucked under him, milking him with her velvet walls. He followed quickly, pulsing into her with a low groan.

They collapsed on the desk, naked, panting, a tangle of sweaty limbs. Lana grinned, smug and satisfied.

“That was…remarkable,” Mr. Jameson, no, Quinn, managed after a long moment.

Lana pulled him down for a languid kiss. “You’re staffing, are you not? You know I can keep up with anything you throw at me.” To prove her point, she rolled her hips, still intimately joined with him. He groaned, growing hard again inside her.

“God, yes. You’re hired,” he said, voice thick. “Effective immediately.”

Lana laughed breathlessly, pulling him in for another kiss. “I look forward to working very closely with you, boss.”

And she did. Her days were long and late, spent under Quinn’s desk or bent over various pieces of office furniture, providing the thorough and enthusiastic “proof” he required. Because she knew that rising the corporate ladder, she’d outdo herself every time.

THE END