The Interview

Jon had never played sports in school, but he'd seen enough movies to know what the locker room of a professional sports team should look like. When he and Kelli were told to head into the back to change, an athlete's locker room was what he had expected. What they got, however, was something quite different.

Before they found the room they could smell it. Thick, aromatic cigar smoke was spilling out into the hallway as they make their way to the door.

"That's the one," the receptionist, the young man with pigtails pointed toward the smokey portal.

Jon thanked their host, then finished the journey alone with his roommate. He was beginning to feel more comfortable around Kelli, especially now that he had made the move to further embrace his more masculine side, his large breasts on display for all to see. A chest like that would be the envy of every football player on the field, and any woman they ran into would consider Kelli a catch, despite the fact that he was only wearing high heels and a pair of panties.

The stopped in front of the open door, cigar smoke washing over them.

"You them?" A voice called from the dim room.

"Yes sir," Jon answered in a chipper tone. He had to prove that he could stay optimistic, that he and Kelli had the right temperament to wake the crowd up.

"Well get in here," the voice said, "Let me take a look at you."

That was a good sign. The invitation meant that Jon and Kelli were being taken seriously. Jon entered first, followed by Kelli. It took a moment for their eyes to adjust to the change in light, but once they did they found large sweaty man sitting behind a green metal desk. His shirt was unbuttoned and hung open, revealing a hairy chest and generous stomach. Around his neck were a collection of gold chains. His hair, mostly bald on top, was greying.

"Yeah," he said, leaning forward and staring with a greedy grin, "You might do the trick. I dunno... take your clothes off so I can see what you've got to offer me."

Jon liked the man as soon as he laid eyes on him. He had a very warm charm to him, like a loving uncle or a favourite teacher. It was more than amiability, too. It was respect that Jon felt. Respect that he felt from the man, but also respect that he wanted to return to him. He hoped that they got the job, as working for such an honourable man would feel just as good as performing the community service of improving the football game. Maybe even better.

Sensing movement beside him, Jon turned to see Kelli kicking off his heels, then bending to step out of his panties. Eyes wide, anxious at the prospect of being seen as the non-compliant of the two applicants, Jon jumped out of his flip flops, while simultaneously untying and throwing aside his bikini top. After wiggling out of his bottoms, facing away from his prospective employer, ass in the air, he joined Kelli standing at attention.

In the dim light, Jon hoped that the man couldn’t tell that what his own breasts were actually breast-forms, suctioned to his chest since his visit to the beach. It would be dreadfully embarrassing to be called out as a fake, especially next to Kelli who was the real deal.

“Hmmm,” the man considered, slowly getting to his feet and rounding the table. He moved in a lumbering, but purposeful manner, eyes moving between the pair. He stopped in front of Kelli.

“You mind if I…”

“Whatever you need, sir,” Kelli jumped in eagerly.

The man pulled the cigar from his mouth and placed it in an ashtray on the desk behind him. Then he too his large, sweaty hands and cupped Kelli’s chest, hefting the sizeable protruding muscles, squeezing them, even pinching his nipples.

“Yes,” he said, leaning forward, allowing his tongue to flick on Kelli’s left nipple, “these are nice.”

Then he turned to Jon.

“Bend over and grab your ankles,” he ordered.

Immediately Jon complied, keeping his knees straight, proud of how flexible he was. He hadn’t had a lot of job interviews before, but he loved the personal touch this man was putting into the experience.

Speaking of personal touch, suddenly Jon felt the man’s hot hands grabbing his large, round rear end. How kind! He was probably worried about Jon getting a cramp.

“I think I can do something with this,” the big man mumbled, “You with the tits, come closer.”

Jon remained still, but heard Kelli take a step. Then he heard the sound of a zipper.

From his perspective, bent as he was, Jon could see clearly the man’s hairy legs as his pants and underwear hit the floor. Of course! With Kelli and Jon both naked, it was rude of the man to remain clothed. Jon hoped he got the job. Working for someone as considerate as this man would be a pleasure.

That's when Jon felt something hot and hard hit him from behind, pressing in between his butt cheeks.

"Ugnh," the man grunted, pressed up behind Jon to help him hold his pose, "get those titties over here, slut."

Jon watched Kelli's feet shuffle closer to the man conducting the interview. He bent his neck and watched as the man lifted one of Kelli's pectorals and slipped it into his mouth, where he began to suck. Had he noticed something wrong with Kelli's chest? A sliver perhaps?

Jon didn't have the answer, but he had his own unanswered question. What, for example, did the man have that was pressing so hard between Jon's butt cheeks? Try as he might, Jon couldn't come up with an idea. He pressed backward into the man, hoping that the feel of it on his skin would give him some clue, but it presented no new ideas.

Still, Jon was no quitter. Maybe it was the angle that it was being held. What Jon needed to do was commit to discovery. He pressed backward over and over, driving the hard object further and further between his cheeks, hoping with each backward thrust he would get a better understanding. The man seemed to catch Jon's frustration and began thrusting into Jon, helping the object to penetrate deeper and deeper.

"Harder!" Jon cried out, feeling that he was on the verge of revelation, "Slam it into me!"

The man complied, but made no sound, so engrossed he was in Kelli's large, manly chest. Jon didn't care. What he wanted was a better understanding of the object!

Then something happened. The man stiffened, groaned, and Jon felt a hot spray of... something... deep within him. It was as if the object had sprung a pressurized leak. Jon pressed back onto it, practically begging for more penetration, more insight.

But insight never came. The object rapidly softened, then was pulled out by the man, leaving Jon feeling empty and discouraged.

But again, the man came through.

"Yeah," he said as he walked back to his desk, completely naked, "You two will do. Head through these doors," he indicated the French doors behind him, "and see Toni. She'll help you out."

Jon turned to Kelli, who was beaming from ear to ear, just as Jon was. They did it! They had gotten the job! Wrapping their arms around each other in celebration, Jon's breast forms pressing into Kelli's huge chest, Jon thanked his lucky stars that he'd chosen to come on the Girl World vacation. Every single thing since he got there had worked out so well, it was a trip that was beyond his most fabulous dreams.