The Interview

The next day, I drive Megan back to the strip club. She'd made sure to once again dress up like a slut, wearing knee-high fuck-me boots and a little black dress that went about one-third down her thigh. Once I pulled up, I give her a kiss and watch her hurry inside. I'm not exactly sure how long it'd be, so I decided to check my phone. I didn't really have a lot to check out, so I spend a few minutes playing with some apps.

After a while, I got bored, which is when I realized Megan was taking a long time. With curiosity getting the better of me, I pocket my phone and look around. That's when I saw a small window that I figured I might be able to look into. I head over to the window and stand on my tiptoes. There, I look into the office, seeing Seth sitting on his office chair, with Megan giving him a lap dance.

Within seconds, she stood up before grabbing the hem of Seth's pants and pulling them down, falling to her knees as she does so. Her hand wrapped around his diminutive erection and began stroking away. Seth grinned as my girlfriend stroked him off. The two then started talking, but I couldn't hear what they were saying. Not that I cared. Megan was fulfilling her role as a little whore, and it was already making me hard.

After a minute or so of blowing Seth, Megan stood up and then bent over his desk. In response, Seth got up and pulled her dress up, revealing her slit. Without hesitation, he plunged his cock inside of her and began bucking his hips with reckless abandon. The prick didn't even bother with a condom. I can tell he didn't care if Megan was enjoying it, but she started screaming like a porno slut immediately. I can tell she was faking it, but I didn't care, and nor did he.

It didn't take long for him to bust, leaving his cum inside of Megan. Now done, he flops down into his chair whilst Megan stands up. The two continue to talk for a few more minutes before Megan walked off. In response, I rushed back to the car, hoping not to get caught snooping by Megan or Seth. Sure enough, Megan comes back, seemingly unaware of my spying.

"So how did it go?" I ask.

Megan smiles. "Great."

"So you got the job?"

"Yep."

A smile forms on my face. "Excellent. When do you start?"

"Next weekend."

"Perfect."

I start to drive, wondering if Megan would notice my erection, or if she'd do anything with it.