Aaron's POV
Just like every morning, the blaring of my alarm clock woke me up with a start. I groaned and hit the snooze button, only to doze off again.
Ten minutes later, the alarm went off again, jolting me awake. I knew I had to get up, but I just couldn't drag myself out of bed. My job interview was in two hours and I hadn't even showered or dressed yet.
I groaned again and forced myself to sit up.
As I got out of bed, my gaze landed on the wrinkled suit hangingon the door.
I cursed under my breath. I hadn't had the chance to get it dry-cleaned and now it was too late.
I looked at the clock again and cursed again. It was already 7:30 and I still had to shower,dress, and get to the interview.
I quickly took a shower and got dressed in the best clothes I could find.
I was running late,so I couldn't even style my hair. I just hoped the interviewer wouldn't judge me for my disheveled appearance.
As I quickly got dressed, I realized that my trousers were too loose. I cursed again, realizing I didn't have time to get them tailored.
I frantically searched my closet for another pair, but they were all either too tight or too formal for the interview.
I resigned myself to wearing the loose trousers and hoped no one would notice. I took a deep breath and headed out the door.
As I stepped out of my apartment, I realized I'd forgotten my umbrella. The weather by
I ignored the thought and hope the weather will favor me.
As I walked to the bus stop,the rain began to fall. I was getting more and more frustrated,and I was sure the interview was going to be a disaster.
As the bus pulled up,I hurriedly got on,trying to avoid getting too wet. I found a seat near the back and tried to relax,but my heart was still racing.
I kept replaying the worst-case scenarios in my head,picturing myself stumbling over my words or spilling coffee on the interviewer. I was starting to feel sick with nerves.
Finally,the bus pulled up to the stop near the company. I got off and headed inside,fumbling with my wet coat and bag.
I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirrored elevator doors and winced. My hair was a mess, my face was flushed,and my clothes were damp and wrinkled. I felt like a total disaster.
"It's okay,it's just a bad day not a bad life! You can do this Aaron,you've got this!" I tried to calm myself down as I approached the receptionist's desk.
"Hi,I'm here for the interview with Mr. Smith," I said,my voice cracking.
The receptionist looked me up and down with a raised eyebrow.
"Please have a seat' she said, gesturing to the waiting area.
I slumped into a chair and tried to steady my breathing. I knew I was already off to a bad start, and Iwas sure I was going to ruin the interview.
I looked around the waiting area, trying to distract myself. It was a beautiful space, with large windows and a lush green plant in the corner.
There were a few other people waiting, all of them looking more composed and professional than I felt. I couldn't help but feel like I didn't belong here.
I must have sat there for an hour, fidgeting and checking my phone every few minutes. Finally, the receptionist called my name.
"Mr. Aaron Rodgers,I think you're next in line" she said.
My stomach dropped. I took a deep breath and stood up, feeling like I was going to throw up.
I followed the receptionist down a long hallway and through a door that led to a spacious office.
Miss Claire was seated behind a large desk,she's pretty and look too fragile from afar.
That's what I thought,untill the reception left and I walk closer and saw her dressing.
She's wearing what seemed far from professional. She's dressed like a total slut,she was wearing a half bra which was showing her breast so much and a suit jacket,her skirt are so short and vulnerable.
I sat down in the chair in front of the desk, feeling small and out of place. My eyes landed between her legs.
She was not even sitting down properly. She widened her leg obviously on purpose,she was only wearing a lingering pant which almost didn't cover her pûssy.
She realizes I was staring and purposely widened it even more for me to get a better view. I blinked and looked away to her face.
She chuckled weirdly and got up,walking towards me.
"So... Mr Aaron Rodgers,I would love to hear your qualifications!" She smiled and I brought out my files to show her.
"I've worked for...." My voice cracked as she purposely fell on my thighs pretending to fall.
I shivered in surprised.
"Oops sorry!" She chuckled and look straight into my eyes,she didn't stand up instead she started moving her @ss on my members so slow that I almost couldn't hold it.
"W-what are you doing ma'am?" I found myself saying.
I couldn't help but feel even more nervous.
"Nothing...." She said and stood in a slow mo almost slapping my face with her butt.
"From all the applicant I've been interviewing,you bulge seems to be the only one for me. Can I touch em?" She asked, dipping her fingers inside her mouth as she stared at me.
I could figure out what she meant by that.
"Touch wh--
Before I could finish speaking already dipped her hands Inside my loose trousers and brought out my huge rod.
"What the f**
Before I could blink, she shoved it right Inside her mouth.
"F*ck,so sweet!" She cursed out.