The Interview - Part Three.
Traci, feeling the pressure and desperation on her bladder, tried each door of every cubicle. There were twenty of them and all appeared locked. Just as Ms. Lord feared destroying any hope of a good interview by a "...little accident..." one cubicle, thank goodness, opened.
Traci pulled down her tights and panties. With a blissful sigh she sat.
Then the lights went out.
"Keep calm, Traci. Try anything but sit here, sit still or you'll only fall, and bang goes any job!"
Breathing deep and slowly, Traci calmed herself. Thinking about the situation, she laughed at the thought of twenty cubicles. "At least women in this organisation are not just a token, but fully catered for."
Lights, though quite quite different came back on. "About time the emergency generator came on!" rejoiced Traci.
Lights and subtle sounds pulsed and throbbed around her.
Finishing, and carefully wiping herself down (need to keep a professional demeanor), Traci pulled up her panties. Then began pulling up her tights.
Lights pulsed, sounds throbbed.
Traci paused, mid raise. The image of Lulu Chu was in her mind. Those legs, that micro-skirt. Traci kicked off her shoes and pulled the tights completely off. Grabbing the tights into a ball, she was about to stuff them in the sanitary bin when she paused.
Make a good professional impression. Make a good professional impression. Make a good professional impression.
What better way to do so than remove her bra. It was uncomfortable anyway and Lulu Chu had shown the way this company regarded presentation.
Frightened at any further delay, and - again fear of causing failure at interview due to the delay - Ms. Lord feverishly removed her business jacket and hung it on the door hook of the cubicle. Then frantically pulled at her blouse buttons as fast as she could, eventually pulling off her blouse. She hooked it on the back of the cubicle door with her jacket. Reaching behind her, she unhooked her bra. Frantically, Traci put the blouse back on, fasten some buttons and tucked the blouse into the pencil skirt. She replaced her jacket, though had rather that be shoved into the bin also. "I must be professional. I can't go to an interview nearly naked ", she told herself. Though the idea greatly thrilled her. She shoved the bra and balled tights into the sanitary bin. Fishing for her discarded shoes, she put them back on.
"Damn! The skirt won't do. It's too long. Why did I choose a pencil skirt this morning?" Knowing she could do nothing. Any tampering, any tearing of the skirt to make it shorter would destroy all professionalism and waste so much time.
Unlocking the cubicle door, Traci rushed to the hand-basins. After washing and drying her hands, Traci went to her handbag to touch up her make-up, add a spray of more perfume, check her hair. She took from her bag a hair-clasp, beautiful but professional, straighted her hair with a brush, and, using the clasp swept her hair to flow down her back in professional neatness. No more would it tempt her to toy, she always felt that the hair grip stopped her childish teasing and fingering of her hair. "You must be professional, girl. You cannot blow this interview", she admonished.
She viewed herself closely in the mirror. "More cleavage", she thought and undid another button. Traci swept her hands across the blouse, feeling her freed breasts beneath. A slight groan escaped her lips. She felt warmth and wetness between her legs as she squeezed her thighs together and saw how her nipples stood out, hard against the fabric of the blouse.
As the lights pulsed and the subtle sounds took her mind, Traci pushed a fist hard between her legs, closed her eyes and moaned.
Suddenly, a hand on her bum. Traci's eyes flicked immediately open. She looked fiercely into the wash-basin's mirror and was alarmed to see Lulu Chu hard behind her, a hand definitely on her bum.
Traci pulled away violently and turned, "What the f...?" Screamed Traci at the unexpected assault.
Seeing Lulu's plan to insert the Love Egg into Traci had failed, she changed her tack so amazingly quickly.
"I'm so sorry, Ms. Lord. I saw something messy on your skirt and was trying to get it off. I did not want you to go into your interview in a mess. My, you look so neat and tidy; so elegant; so professional; so beautiful. Did you do something with you hair? It looks so stunning. " Lulu quickly ripped off and pocketed the gold eye-mask and placed the Love Egg back into her pocket.
"Sorry. I came in after you. I was concerned that with the lights going out, you may have hurt yourself. I did not want anything bad to happen before your interview."
"Sorry. Yes. Thanks, Lulu. I am all right. Sorry, I over-reacted".
"When you are done, I am waiting for you outside", said Lulu, moving away.
Lulu put her finger to her ear, activating the mini microphone. "Yes, I know. Stage two is aborted. I say again, staged two is aborted. Yes, Mistress. I was trying to pull up her skirt to be able to insert the egg. Yes, she saw me. No. The gold eye-mask hypnotism did not work. I don't know. Maybe she fought it. Maybe she is too strong. Maybe she's a fail. Okay..... Yes... Yes, Mistress. I understand. Revert to the back-up plan. Initiate examination room".
Traci appeared from out of the Ladies'.
"Sorry I over-reacted, Lulu. I am so nervous about making a good impression at this interview, and then the lights went out and everything".
"No need to apologise, Ms. Lord. As long as you are all right. Come this way."
More corridor...more eye-mask paintings...more pulsing lights...more suggestive near-silent sounds...
Eventually, the sexy duo stopped outside a lift. Pressing the call button, the lift soon arrived. Lulu Chu waved Ms. Lord into the lift, then followed. The lift doors closed and Lulu selected 'basement level three'.
Though the lift was capable of carrying up to sixteen people, Lulu - after selecting the floor on the panel very close to Traci - stood intimately close to Traci, her blazer covered breasts pushed hard against Traci.
As they travelled down, Lulu looked intently at Traci. Licking her lips nervously, Traci looked back, fighting the desire to hold Lulu Chu, fighting the desire to kiss Lulu Chu. She breathed in, slowly, smelt the aroma of her would-be lover, Lulu, and could not stifle a groan escaping her lips, her eyes rolling back.
Lulu took the opportunity. Seeing the desire deep within Traci's eyes, Lulu reached closer and spoke a trigger word.
Traci turned to look at Lulu, thinking over the word.
Traci's face went quizzical, then her eyes rolled upwards, her head slumping back.
Lulu reached into her blazer pocket and palmed the Love Egg.
Reaching round her waist, Lulu's fingers searched for the skirt's zip. Lulu pulled at the pencil skirt. It fell to the floor around Ms. Lord's ankles. Pushing Traci's black panties to one side, Lulu pushed the Love Egg home. Before replacing the panties and skirt, Lulu could not resist tasting Traci.
Standing, she placed one hand against a breast of Traci and kissed her hard on the lips.
"Oh! You are going to be so great. Mistress will be proud!"
Lulu whispered in Traci's ear, "P**** ready". Traci responded with a slight moan.
With a click of her fingers, Lulu brought Traci back, just as the lift doors opened at their destination.
Lullu pulled away from her intimate embrace of Traci. "Egg inserted. I say again, Egg inserted. Awaiting your commands, Mistress", whispered Lulu into her tiny microphone.
With the lift doors opened, they both walked out into the examination level...
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