Remote Assignment: Burning Desire

The pandemic had thrown everything into disarray, including his company. Transitioning his employees and himself to remote work proved unexpectedly smooth, and to alleviate some of their home-related challenges, he decided to hire a part-time assistant. Today marked the start of interviews conducted via video conferencing, a more personal approach than a phone call, as he wanted to assess potential candidates in person.

As he prepared for the day, his wife appeared behind him, reaching for his shirt and tucking it into the front of his pants. Her hand extended further, cupping his waist in a gentle squeeze before leaning in for a soft kiss on his neck.

“Good luck with the interviews today,” she whispered.

“Thanks,” he replied, turning to face her beautiful face. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close, grabbing her butt and squeezing it gently before leaning in for another passionate kiss.

“Once you sort this out, you might finally have the time to pursue something more rewarding,” she said with a playful wink before pulling him in for one last, lingering kiss.

He stepped into his home office and closed the door, preparing for the five interviews scheduled for the morning. Settling in, he made the first call, eager to begin the process.

*****

The interviews varied in quality, and he noted a few promising candidates who would require follow-up meetings. His last interview of the day was scheduled to start in five minutes, and he was anticipating the final applicant. From her resume, he felt a sense of unease, believing she was overqualified for the position. However, she had agreed to participate in the interview, and he had been upfront about the job description he’d posted, so he felt confident in his approach.

He logged into the meeting platform a little early, ensuring he was ready when she joined. As he scanned her resume one last time, he received a notification that she had connected. Looking up at the screen, he was struck by her appearance. Her cleavage was prominently displayed as her sheer white blouse strained against her curves, and her face remained partially obscured by the camera angle, suggesting she was adjusting the shot.

“Hello?” he murmured, feeling a slight discomfort and actively avoiding awkwardness by glancing around the room, ceiling, and any other available surfaces.

“Oh, sorry! Just getting this camera angle right,” she replied, her voice instantly recognizable.

His wife stepped behind him, and he turned to see her beautiful face. Glasses she didn't need framed her striking eyes.

A confused grin spread across his face.

“Let me introduce myself,” she offered as she settled into her chair. “I’m Rachel, and I’m incredibly invested in exploring this available position.” She emphasized the words “exploring” and “position” with a breathy tone and a knowing smile before pulling him in for one last kiss.

He paused momentarily. “Rachel, huh?” he replied, a sense of unease washing over him. The name felt oddly familiar, triggering a flicker of recognition he couldn’t quite place.

She looked amazing. The thin blouse clung to her curves, showcasing her toned physique, and he glimpsed a short pencil skirt and her seductive legs before she partially covered them with her desk. Her eyes locked onto his through the screen, and he found himself captivated by her intense gaze.

“So… Rachel,” he continued, clearing his throat, “thank you for taking the time to meet today. Tell me, what is it about this position that excites you?” He was determined to push her, wanting to see how far she was willing to go. She had put in too much effort for him to cut the interview short.

“Thank you for your time, as well. I would say the challenge of the position excites me the most. I like things fast and hard, and I believe I’d be very satisfied in achieving these results,” she responded, her voice laced with a confident allure.

“Well played,” he thought to himself, intrigued by her directness.

“Rachel” gave him a knowing smile as she adjusted her position in the chair, pulling her shirt collar open wider to expose more cleavage. She looked directly into the camera as she held her hands out, cupping her breasts while acting as if nothing had happened.

“So,” he continued, “would you say you push back against change or welcome it?”

She paused for a moment, her eyes scanning his face before replying calmly, “The bigger the change, the better. I enjoy variety. I may push back against it incredibly hard, again and again. However, I only do that so I can promote and, I would dare say, inspire a bigger change.”

His mouth went dry as he sat in silence, his mind racing with thoughts of his wife’s passionate embraces. He suddenly felt a strong urge to break away from the confines of the office and find her.

“I” am sorry. Was that not the answer you were looking for?” she asked, attempting to maintain an innocent facade.

“No. I mean yes, that answer was perfect,” he stammered, regaining his composure. Then he continued, “How well do you handle working with a supervisor?”

“Well, if you are asking if I do well as a subordinate, I can comply with any demands placed on me. I also can take charge when needed. I find that most relationships require some give and take. But I especially enjoy giving…” She trailed off and acted lost in her thoughts.

He paused momentarily, struggling to process her words. Looking down at her resume, he noticed a peculiar bullet point that stood out.

“I see here that you are a linguist. In which languages are you fluent?” he asked.

“Oh, I apologize. That must have been a typo. I did not mean to imply that I was fluent in any foreign languages, just very good with my tongue,” she replied, her voice laced with a playful tone. She leaned forward slightly, pushing her chair back from the desk and pulling her tits from the confines of her blouse. Her eyes remained on him as she meticulously cleaned them with her hands.

He stared, unable to tear his gaze away from her provocative display. He worked hard to avoid any awkwardness, scanning the room, ceiling, and any other available surfaces while his eyes darted from the screen back to the floor.

“So,” he continued, feeling a surge of desire, “would you say you prefer a more collaborative approach or a more commanding one?”

She looked on calmly. “The more commanding, the better. I don't believe in holding back, especially when it comes to performance. My goal is always to push boundaries and exceed expectations, which means taking charge and asserting my dominance.”

His mouth went dry as he sat in silence, captivated by her boldness. He decided to take a risk and leaned in closer, his voice barely a whisper. “I want to know what makes you tick, Rachel. What motivates you to seek out positions like this?”

She smiled slyly, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “Let’s just say I thrive on challenges, especially those that test my limits and push me beyond my comfort zone. The more difficult the task, the greater the reward, and the more satisfied I am with the outcome.”

As she spoke, she subtly shifted her posture, allowing her breasts to further enhance her allure. She leaned forward, bringing her face closer to the camera, her lips parting slightly as she savored the moment.

“It’s a dangerous game, wouldn’t you agree?” she murmured, her voice laced with a hint of mischief.

He nodded slowly, unable to resist her captivating gaze. “Indeed. But one I’m willing to play.”

Suddenly, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was his wife, a mischievous glint in her eyes. She pulled him away from the screen, whispering in his ear, “Don’t let her distract you. Focus on the interview.”

Returning to the screen, he noticed Rachel adjusting her attire, pulling her blouse lower to reveal a hint of cleavage, and pulling her skirt up to expose more of her legs. She looked directly into the camera, her eyes intense and unwavering, as she began to perform an impromptu demonstration of her skills.

“Let me show you what I can do,” she said, her voice dripping with confidence. She reached out and slowly began to rub her breasts against her desk, her movements deliberate and provocative. Her eyes never left his, feeding his desire and fueling his anticipation. The rhythmic movements sent shivers down his spine, and he found himself completely lost in the moment.

As she continued her performance, he felt a deep connection forming between them, a primal pull that transcended the boundaries of the interview. He realized that Rachel wasn’t just a potential employee; she was something more, something undeniably alluring and captivating.

“So, Rachel,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of admiration and desire, “tell me, what would you say is your greatest strength?”

She paused for a moment, her eyes sparkling with amusement, before answering with a confident smile. “My greatest strength is my ability to adapt and overcome any challenge, no matter how difficult. I thrive on pressure and excel in high-stress environments.”

As she spoke, she leaned closer to the camera, her voice a seductive whisper. “And I’m quite proficient at creating a little bit of chaos along the way.”

His heart pounded in his chest as he realized that Rachel was exactly what he had been looking for. She was intelligent, confident, and undeniably seductive, everything he desired in a partner. He knew that this interview was more than just a job application; it was a step towards something truly extraordinary.

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