Entrance Exam

Jordan pulled up in front of Mary’s house, and Mary got in the passenger seat.

“Excited?” Jordan asked, as she pulled back onto the road.

“Somewhat,” Mary said, “excited and anxious.”

“You’ll do fine,” Jordan replied, “one thing though, Dean Murray likes ‘a sample’ from his interviewees. Do you have any problem with that?”

“I was sort of expecting it given what I am applying for. Is he any good?”

Jordan laughed, “He’s terrible, but look at it as a rite of passage, sort of like hazing.”

“Yeah, I get it. Anything else I should know about?”

“Nah, you made a good outfit choice. You don’t want to wear something frumpy, but you don’t want to dress like a 20 year old either, you struck a good balance,” Jordan said.

“Thanks,” replied Mary.

“Well here we are,” Jordan said, pulling up in front of a building. “There’s a receptionist just past the door, see her, then Dean Murray’s office is the third door on the right down the corridor. Good luck!”

Mary walked in and introduced herself to the receptionist, and stated her business. The receptionist indicated the same door Jordan had, and waved her through. Mary knocked on the door. “Come in,” a voice from inside said.

Mary entered the office. A middle aged man sat behind the desk.

“Mary Monroe?” he asked.

“Yes,” Mary replied, “Pleased to meet you.”

“Likewise, have a seat please,” the man said, indicating the chair in front of the desk, “I’m Dean Murray, the head of the ‘Hostess Relief Program’ at WMIT Dean Murray said.

“Thank you Dean, Jordan told me a bit about you and the program,” Mary said.

“I can imagine,” Dean Murray said, opening a folder on his desk and looking through the papers in it. “It says here your son Thomas has an exemplary record, and has been admitted to the university pending financial review. That would be what we are doing now. And it further says you are interested in my program, which would explain why you are sitting in that chair across from me,” he finished, grinning at her.

“That’s right, can I ask a question though?”, Mary asked.

“You can ask many, you need to find out about us as badly as we need to find out about you,” Murray replied.

“We filled out all the applications online, why are you looking at paper copies rather than at a computer?” Mary asked.

Murray laughed, “Good question, the biggest reason is that I’ve found looking at a computer screen detracts from the interview process. I have to spend a lot of time getting to different parts of the application in the program, and I can’t concentrate on who I am interviewing when I do it. Which means I miss a lot of visual cues I need to see to make a good determination. It’s a lot quicker to find what I need to read in paper form, and I can look up without having to peer around a screen.”

“That makes sense,” Mary said, “so what would you like to know about me?”

“The main thing I am looking for is if you will be a good fit for our students. You have the right look about you, hot MILF, teacher type, they really go for that. And according to your answers on the form you have a good match in views about sex. Have you taught any classes?”

“I’m primarily an artist, but I have taught some non-credit adult education sculpturing classes at the community college.”

“Ever get the hots for one of your students?” Murray asked.

It was Mary’s turn to laugh, “No, I don’t know how you could do it and still maintain any semblance of professionalism in the classroom.”

“You can’t that doesn’t mean we haven’t had some professors who’ve tried. How about the other way, did any of your students get the hots for you?”

“Yeah, a couple of times, but I was married to a jealous husband at the time. Which is strange since he’s the one who strayed.”

“It generally works out that way, in my profession we call it ‘projection’, the other person projects their flaws on you,” Murray said.

“You’re a psychologist then?” Mary surmised.

“Yes, that’s my field of training,” Dean Murray replied.

“You mentioned my being a hot MILF teacher type, is that what the undergrad males go for? I’d think they’d want girls their own age,” Mary asked.

“Strangely enough no, we do have some co-eds in the program, using it to pay for their own tuition, but frankly most guys prefer MILF teacher types to them, they feel more at ease,” Murray said.

Mary contemplated that, apparently she could get all the 20 year old cock she wanted, all she had to do was make herself available. That stunt she pulled with Thomas’s three friends more or less proved it earlier, she just really hadn’t considered the implications. Dean Murray harrumphed with brought her back to the here and now.

“Sorry,” she said, “you just got me thinking about things.”

“That’s OK, I’ve seen that look before,” Dean Murray grinned. “And now it’s time for the physical examination portion of the interview…”

“In other words you want to fuck me,” Mary said.

“I take it Jordan warned you about it,” Murray said.

“She did,” Mary admitted, “I want to know more about it before I agree though. You don’t strike me as a guy that is just doing it for the body count.”

“And what if hypothetically I was?” Murray asked.

“Then I would not hypothetically tell you to go fuck yourself and walk out of here,” Mary replied.

“Well that’s good and blunt,” Murray grinned, “may I ask why?”

“Because I don’t sell my body, I have more self esteem than that. Thomas will have to find some other University to go to, and I’ll have to figure out another way to get him laid.”

“But you knew about it ahead of time and came here anyway,” Murray stated.

“I did, and as I said, I have no problem with it if there is a purpose to it other than you getting your rocks off to the largest assortment of women possible,” Mary said.

Dean Murray laughed, “Fair enough, it isn’t mandatory to get the position, the university would fire me in a hot second if they ever got wind of it being so, it’s just another way for me to gauge how you would best fit in, do a quick medical exam, and I wouldn’t be terribly honest not to add because yeah, I like to get my rocks off to an assortment of woman.”

“I never said that last part,” he winked. “In any case, you’re in, welcome to the program, any other questions?”

“You mentioned medical exam, and yes, that was something I wanted to discuss further,” Mary said.

“There is a whole PDF on it, you should have one in your email now along with some other documentation. In short we are extremely careful about STD’s and pregnancy. Everybody is required to use condoms, we require a second form of birth control on top of that, and everybody has a medical check up once a month. An immediate checkup is required in the case of a broken condom. Failure to follow the rules means dismissal from the program,” Murray said.

“Has a woman ever become pregnant from the program?” Mary asked.

“Only once, she had it in her mind she wanted to give birth to the next Einstein, and convinced a student not to use a condom. It’s why I now have this job and my predecessor doesn’t,” Murray said.

“Yeah, I can see where that might happen. And you tightened up on your screening of the Hostesses because of it,” Mary mused.

“You bet,” agreed Murray, “anything else?”

“Yeah, where did you want to fuck?” Mary said, looking around.

“I thought you said you didn’t want to,” Murray said.

“I said I wouldn’t do it as a condition for acceptance to the program, frankly I find you an extremely interesting person and would like to get it on with you. So where?”

Murray grinned, “Just climb on top of the table and I’ll do you doggy.”

“Strip down first?”

“Just your pants will do,” Murray said, unzipping his pants and putting on a condom.

“You’re not a romanticist I’m guessing,” Mary said, climbing on to the desk.

“I can be,” Dean Murray said, lining up behind her, “That isn’t what this program is about though, and a job interview is hardly the place for romance anyway.”

Mary gasped slightly as Murray’s dick entered her, then started moaning softly as he got a rhythm going. Her hands gripped the front of the desk tightly as she felt her body shiver. Murray got a tight grip around her waist with both hands and started pounding harder. Mary’s toes curled as the whole desk shook with the **** of his thrusts, and she gritted her teeth to keep from screaming, since Murray’s office door didn’t look all that sound proof.

A very, extremely, short, instantaneous time later Murray grunted as he ejaculated.

Mary sighed, “Don’t mind my needs dear, sate yourself,” she said softly.

“What?” Murray asked, as he withdrew, and went to dispose of the condom.

“Nothing, just being snarky as usual,” Mary said.

Well Jordan said it would be lousy sex. It wasn’t lousy, it was just mundane, Mary was used to sex like that, it was part of why she divorced Frank.

There was the sound of a toilet flushing and Murray came back in the room. “There’s a bidet in there if you wanted to freshen up,” he said.

“Thanks, I’ll just be a minute,” Mary said, “Or three times as long as the sex took,” she thought.

A short time later Mary emerged from the restroom, clothes and composure fully intact. “Thanks,” she said, “is there anything else to discuss?”

“Nope, welcome to the program!” Dean Murray said, sitting back down behind his desk.

Mary left the office, and noticed there was another woman waiting as she passed the receptionist who smiled faintly at her.

“Did it go well?” she asked.

“I’m in the program,” Mary replied. “The rest of it was adequate but short.”

The receptionist stifled a laugh “Yeah, I hear that a lot.”