Recruitment Agency

JamesGaine

Virgin
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Nov 26, 2006
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I am a recruiting agent for high class escort agencies. Dressed in a black suit, with short hair and a muscular build I meet gorgeous women in an elegant office in New York. Are there any suitable candidates who wish to apply for these highly sought after positions? Warning!!The interview process can become quite intimate.
 
Amy

I walked into the office, nervous and excited all at once. I had given the agency my address, telephone number, and some assorted pictures of myself, and they had actually called and asked for an interview.

My black skirt hugged my curves and swished around my knees, and the white top hugged my curves as well, giving me some nice cleavage, though not too much. This was a high-class escort service, after all.

I walked into the office and told the receptionist my name. She told me to have a seat and she'd call me when my interviewer was ready. I nodded my thanks and sat down, tapping my foot- a nervous habit.

OOC: Amy Sanders, 24, 5'6'', 36C, slim with porcelain skin, very dark curly hair, and bright blue eyes (see my profile pic if you need more details)
Hope this is okay!
 
I jumped as the speakerphone on my desk crackled into life. Olga my Ukrainian PA announced my next appointment. My crotch stirred in anticipation and I quickly stepped into the bathroom to neaten up. Standing in front of the mirror, I brushed a blonde hair from my previous interview off my suit. I was happy with what I saw 6'2", athletic, cruel eyes and mouth, dark hair and ice blue eyes. I walked back to the desk and asked Olga to send the candidate in.
 
The receptionist pointed me in the direction to go, and I knocked lightly on the door before opening it. Taking a deep breath, I gave the handsome man a soft smile and stuck my hand out.

"Hi, I'm Amy Sanders."
 
"Good morning Amy",

I smiled and ushered in the petite,elegant brunette.I seated her in front of the large mahogany desk, often an instrument in the interview process. I took a buff folder from my top drawer and opened it. It contained a portfolio of photographs as well as a Resume.

I liked what I saw and had high hopes for the candidate. Her portfolio consisted of tasteful lingerie and fashion shots. She would go down well with the Sheiks and industrialists who were our chief clients.

"Thank you for taking the time to see us today Amy - you certainly have the right credentials and you passed our pre-screening with flying colours."

" Before we start, I would just like you to fully understand the position properly."

"To be perfectly frank, your job will consist of being paid one thousand dollars per hour for providing sexual services to some of the worlds richest men. You will have a full time bodyguard and driver, an apartment paid for and accounts at New Yorks top boutiques."

"We pride ourselves on choosing the most flawless,elegant and discerning women for this role. Should you choose to accept the next stage of this interview, you will be thorougly examined physically and I will personally do an assessment of your skills....ahem....apropos 'the bedroom".

"How do you feel about the proposition?
 
"I think this sounds like a fantastic opportunity, sir, and I think I would be a fool to turn it down. I'm flattered that you see potential in me, and would love to continue the interview."

I crossed my legs, which pulled my skirt slightly up past my knees and looked him directly in the eyes, waiting for him to continue.
 
My breath caught in my throat as the young lady in front of me confirmed her wish to take up the position. She stirred on her seat and my eyes fixated on her beautiful ankles and legs.

I took a bill fold from my pocket and peeled off 10 one hundred dollar bills and laid them on the calfskin desktop.

" I find it easier to roleplay this part of the interview Amy."

"I'll set the scene for you. My name is William Grace. I am an investment banker from Boston and am overnighting at "The Four Seasons" in New York. After a long afternoon of meetings I have called for some pre-dinner entertainment."

After initial chit chat and pleasantries, William and Amy are seated opposite each other in plush chairs in the magnificent suite. William is 40 years old, well built and ruggedly handsome....
 
I was happy to play along. I smiled mischeviously and moved closer to him, seating myself delicately on the arm of his chair, allowing my skirt to move a bit further up my smooth legs. I could see that he was excited, which made me excited.

"Well, Mr. Grace, shall we get down to business?" I asked, placing a perfectly manicured hand on my knee. "What sort of entertainment were you looking forward to tonight?"
 
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