Lydia Turns Down The Job

At the conclusion of the interview, Lydia Thanos did not report to her job at the law firm. Instead, she drove to the offices of Pierce and Dunning Publishing Company. After speaking to the receptionist, Lydia made her way down a hall to an open door. Mounted on the wall beside the door was plague reading, “Penelope Masterton.” Tapping on the door, Lydia stepped inside. The woman behind the desk looked up, a broad smile spreading across her face.

“Lydia!” she called out. “Come in. Have a seat.”

Lydia closed the door behind her, locking it. Penelope quirked an eyebrow, but made no comment.

“I was afraid you might have left early for lunch, Penny,” Lydia said as she sat down in the chair facing the desk. Her shoulder-length blonde hair hung loosely about her face. The black scrunchie was once more around her wrist, like a bracelet.

“Not that early,” she answered. “We break from one to two… So, how are you settling in?”

Penelope had helped Lydia with obtaining her identification papers and other documentations when she first arrived in the city.

“Very good, Penny. I really appreciate all the assistance you gave me a few months ago.”

Penelope made a dismissive wave in the air. “You would do the same for me.” She chuckled. “You have done the same for me.”

“But I might have to relocate,” Lydia said. Then added with a rueful smile, “Again.”

“But why?” Penelope asked, leaning forward and resting her forearms on the top of her desk while interlacing her fingers. “You just got here. You’ll be good for at least ten years, maybe twenty, before people start questioning why you never seem to age.”

“You mean I could pass for forty-five now? Thanks a lot,” Lydia teased, but held up a hand to stop any protests. “No, the problem is at the law firm where I work… One of the partners died, and the place isn’t quite the same.”

“Ah,” Penelope replied, slowly nodding her head. “And he was a good friend of yours?”

“Very much so,” Lydia suppressed a smile. “But that’s not the problem. I want to find another place to work, so I posted my resume on a job search website. I’ve gotten a few interviews. I just came from one. An admin assistant for a college professor. It sounded promising. Could meet people. Make contacts. Lots of activity.”

“With a varied menu?” Penelope grinned.

Lydia shrugged and grinned back before continuing with her problem, “But it turns out he is a professor of history. Ancient history. His office was cluttered with books about Dorians, Ionians, Achaeans. Taped to the walls were maps of Thrace, Macedonia, Peloponnesus….” Her voice trailed off, but then she added. “Of course, it could just be coincidence. But you know what they say about coincidences.”

“Indeed I do,” Penelope answered. The way her brows knitted and the slight tilting of her head caused Lydia to pause. Finally, Penelope asked, “Did you happen to mention on your resume that you had studied classic history? Or were fluent in any ancient language?”

Lydia shook her head, her long blonde hair waving from the movement. “I only listed that I had an Associate’s Degree in Secretarial Science. And did not check the ‘yes’ box under the other languages question.”

“That’s right,” Penny nodded, remembering the fake diploma she had helped Lydia obtain. The book editor sat up straight and reached for a legal pad. “What is this Professor’s name? Let me do some asking around before you do anything.”

After jotting down all the pertinent information, Penelope said, “Since you are already in this part of the city, why don’t we have lunch together?”

“I would love to,” Lydia replied while standing up, “But I’m supposed to meet with someone. He gets rather impatient if I’m late.” This time it was Lydia who made the leering grin. “I’ve cast an enhancing spell on him.”

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Twenty minutes later, Lydia was on her knees at one of her friend’s apartment. Her long blonde hair was again tied back in a ponytail. The man’s delivery truck was parked outside the building and his pants and briefs were bunched up around his ankles as he sat in a chair in front of Lydia. He was in his mid-twenties. Tall. Muscular. With heavily tattooed forearms. The man was moaning in ecstasy while Lydia was sucking him off. This had become a pattern for the two since they first met in a local bar a little over a week ago. They would meet during lunch hour and she would blow him.

At the moment, Lydia was concentrating on just the head of the man’s cock. Lowering her mouth over the first couple of inches, closing her lips tightly, then lifting her head to slip those sealed lips over the ridge of the crown. Of course, her tongue was constantly in motion, swirling and lapping, while her hand cupped his testicles. Pressing them up against his groin. Every time the man opened his eyes to look down into the face of the young blonde that was blowing him, he saw that her own eyes were lifted up to stare into his face. Studying his expressions and his reactions to this noon-time knobber.

Still staring up into the man’s face, Lydia moved her hands from his testicles to grab hold of his shaft. Her fist slid up and down, squeezing into the hard yet pliable rod of meat. Her salvia served as a lube and her mouth followed the movements of her hand. She knew that she was bringing him closer and closer to the edge and she loved her partner’s facial contortions as the man was driven ever closer to his climax.

“Oh, Babe,” the seated man gasped as he began squirming around in his seat. “I’m… I’m about to cum.”

“Hm-mmm,” Lydia hummed around the thick cock in her mouth while continuing her head-bobbing and hand-jobbing. Eager for her midday dose of sperm.

But her movements were not fast enough for her partner. His inked arms reached out, and he gripped her head with both hands, forcing her to bob faster. Take his cock in deeper. As in, all the way down her throat deeper. Lydia offered no resistance, submissively allowing her partner to use her face as a cock-socket.

Occasionally, she would cough when a sudden plunge caused her to gag. But other than that, she merely kept the tips of her fingers resting on his lower abdomen, her palms pressed into his ball-sack. His tight ball-sack. Having drawn up close to his body as his impending orgasm grew nearer.

A deep, guttural groan rumbled from his chest as he snatched her head all the way down. Driving his dick down her throat as he started to ejaculate. Lydia remained pinned there, her eyes still staring up at his face. Muffled gurgling noises coming from her neck as he emptied himself into her. The hot, creamy cum shooting straight into her stomach with each spewing spasm. He continued to hold her face close to his gut, her nose touching his belly while his erupting phallus belched out thick, gooey wads of his baby batter. Lydia’s cheeks billowed each time she gagged, but she did not try to escape the flood. Getting a belly-full of man seed was the entire purpose of her being there.

When he at last released her, his hands falling away to dangle over the arms of the chair, he was panting rapidly, gasping for air.

“Damn, Babe,” he rasped. “S-seems… seems like I… cum more… with you than…” He shook his head in confusion. “I’ve never had such… such heavy loads before.” He stared up appreciatively at the now standing blonde. “You… really bring out… th-the beast in me.”

“Is that such a bad thing?” she smirked, glancing down at the no longer proud and strong erection, but at the soft, limp, spit-covered dick. Of course, the enhancing spell was the reason for the increase in volume.