“So, Miss Dewpot,” I read the name she wrote on the application, “why do you want to work at this lab?”
“Well, I’ve always found computers sexy, what with all those big hard drives and such.”
I made a check mark. “And what are your best qualities?”
She looked up at the ceiling. “I’m loyal, punctual, and I don’t take shit from anybody. Also, I give a pretty mean blowjob and have been told my cunt tastes like the nectar of the gods. Your words, not mine,” she reminded me.
“All admirable qualities,” I agreed. “What’s you’re greatest weakness?”
“If someone gives me shit I hurt them. Sometimes I end up in jail.” I laughed and shook my head. “Did I pass the first round?” she asked.
“I’m afraid we can’t hire you, Miss Dewpot. According to your application you have a PhD so you’re over-qualified.” I added, “And you’ve been convicted of a felony but you neglected to say what for.”
“I always knew I would make it someday,” she smirked. She stood and came around the table and sat on the edge right in front of me. She took the application from my hands and tore it up, letting the pieces fall one by one from her fingers. Then Nico fixed me with those green eyes of hers. “I’m going to propose something that I want you to take your time thinking about before giving me an answer and I’d like you to not interrupt me with any questions until I’m done.”
She waited a moment. I sat silently so she continued. “You love to lick my cunt.” It was a statement and not a question but I nodded anyway. “Now I’ve been eaten out by half a dozen people and it is my unbiased opinion you are far better than any of them and that includes a couple of lesbians.” I opened my mouth to comment but shut it quickly. “It was a phase,” she explained.
“Anyway, the other night I was having a powwow with several girls and the topic invariably turned to sex. You may not know this but sometimes when women talk to other women about sex it can be in a very explicit manner. Anyway, the talk came around to oral and listening to these girls I realized they’ve never experienced anything like I have with you. It made me a little sad for them and made me feel a bit selfish.
“As I’ve said before, I can’t have a boyfriend but I feel like I’ve effectively taken you off the market. You should be out there meeting girls and going to town, or more to the point, downtown, but you spend a lot of your free time with me.” A dark look must have passed over my face because she added quickly, “Don’t worry, I still want to hang out with you and suck that beautiful cock of yours. And I want you to keep on sticking your tongue up my love hole,” she added. I relaxed and waited for her to go on.
“The other problem is that you’re anti-social. Maybe that’s what attracted me to you, initially, since I’m a fellow outcast. So, add all that up and it’s a dilemma. I want to keep hanging out with you, I want to help you, and I want to help my fellow woman. So, what’s the solution?”
I shrugged as I didn’t have the slightest clue as to where she was going with this. “To be honest, I didn’t know either until last night when I was lying in bed, masturbating while imagining your face buried in my crotch. The answer was right there, staring me in the cunt.” She paused and smiled. “I propose that I set you up with girls who are in dire need of a good licking!”