I was 27 when I applied for the job. I had moved to New York City after a particularly nasty breakup with a boyfriend. My first interview was as secretary to several executives at a small brokerage house. The small lobby was crammed with applicants, women of all ages and sizes and even a couple of men. The receptionist, an extremely attractive young black woman with a knockout figure, seemed pleasant and competent, dispensing coffee and reassurance to the nervous group. When my turn came and she escorted me to the interview room, she introduced herself, then looked me up and down and said, "Honey, if your skills are as good as your body the job is probably yours." "Thanks Cathy!" I said, feeling confident. My skills were excellent: 125 wpm typing and 150 wpm shorthand, plus very fine organizational, bookkeeping and letter writing skills. I couldn't help wondering, though, what she meant by the "as good as your body" comment. I had a pretty terrific body, but what difference did that make? The interview went well. Mr. J. was businesslike but friendly and seemed impressed with my skills. "We've got a lot of people to interview yet, but I expect you'll be hearing from us," he said, shaking my hand warmly as I left. I was happy. The salary was excellent and I'd be serving several executives as well as doing receptionist duties, which would keep me from getting bored. Two days later Cathy called and told me they'd narrowed the field to three applicants including me. We made an appointment for a second interview. "Julie," she suggested, "instead of wearing business clothes, dress as you would for a dinner date." "Why would I do that?" I asked, surprised. "Just trust me. I want to see you get this job, and believe me it will give you a better chance." "Okay, I will, and thanks Cathy." I hung up feeling curious and a bit apprehensive; but when the time came I did as she said, wearing a rather tight black dress with a low-cut neckline, black stockings with seams, and 3‡" black spike heels. I wore a wonder bra and added a crystal pendant to accentuate my cleavage, plus a little extra makeup. They wanted hot, I'd give 'em hot! "Hello Mr. J., I'm so glad you wanted to see me again!" I said as I went into the interview room. "Hello Julie. Call me Bob. You look lovely today," he replied, shaking my hand with an appreciative look. "This is Frank, John, and Carl, three of the other men you'll be working for." They all stood and shook my hand in a polite, friendly manner. I felt encouraged. After we were all settled, Bob cleared his throat and started explaining things to me. "This job is a busy one and requires excellent secretarial skills. We've narrowed it down to three very well qualified women including you. This second interview is to find out which of you is qualified for the additional duties that are required." "Additional duties?" My heart sank; I really was not interested in such things as retrieving laundry or selecting gifts for or lying to wives and girlfriends. "These extras involve, umm, special favors for all of us, specifically...sexual favors." I was speechless. Never had any employer even hinted at anything like this, and I felt insulted. "Thank you, no." I said angrily, giving him an icy look as I stood to leave. "Just a minute Julie! You're free to leave of course, but please stay and hear us out. You may be pleasantly surprised." I don't know why, but I sat back down. I was curious as to why he might think I'd find such an insulting offer pleasant. "There are six of us men here. We're all married and don't cheat on our wives. We believe in fidelity, plus with all the diseases out there these days it's just not smart to sleep around. Like most men, however, we wish for some variety. After a long talk over a few too many drinks, we decided to pool our resources and hire someone to satisfy our needs. The problem was, none of us wanted a prostitute. Cathy was here and we all had the hots for her, so we asked her. She accepted our offer and has been doing her double duties for a couple of years now. She's getting married soon and wants to quit working, unfortunately for us. We're all so happy with the system that we really want it to continue. You're our first choice; I was extremely impressed with your brains, beauty and personality, and I think the other guys agree with me." They all gave hearty agreement. "Basically what the job involves is being available to any of us whenever we want sex. It's all done during work hours so your free time is your own. It could be any kind of sex, especially oral, and also including anal intercourse but not anal licking. Once in awhile we do a group thing, but mostly it's individual. You could probably expect to do each of us two or three times a week on average. We all shower every morning and are disease free. We aren't sadistic or weird. We don't use condoms, but none of us engage in any other sex outside the office except with our wives. You would need a medical clearance before working here, and we all get checkups every three months. You're allowed a private sex life but we do ask that you be careful. We all throw $100 a week cash into the pool, so that's $600 a week-$28,800 a year after we deduct your four weeks' vacation time-cash, tax-free, over and above your already generous salary. Sometimes we'll ask you to do a client, but that is always up to you, and we give you an additional $120 if you do. Very rarely we might ask you to spend a weekend with someone. For example, I took two clients out on my boat one weekend last summer, and Cathy came along and serviced both of them. She even managed to fit me in." The other men chuckled and Bob smiled. "But again that would be up to you, Julie, and we'd pay extra." Bob stopped and looked at me sitting there in shock. "We knew you'd be taken aback by our idea and are happy to give you a couple days to think it over. Like I said you're our first choice, but we aren't going to hire anyone unless she agrees to our arrangement. Cathy has offered to talk with you about it if you have questions. You two could go to lunch together. She says she has a good feeling about you." He smiled at me. I just sat there, stupefied. My initial self-righteous anger was giving way to a feeling of interest-and shock at myself for being interested. $30,000 a year to be a hooker? A hooker! What was I thinking?! But my mind kept coming back to one unforgettable fact: $30,000 a year cash. I could not believe I was actually considering saying yes! I decided to talk to Cathy about it. "Alright Mr. J.," I said in a business-like manner, deliberately using the formal name, "I'll think it over." I stood up, hardly feeling my legs under me. "Excellent!" said Bob. "I really hope we'll be hearing from you." They all stood up and he escorted me to the door. I went into the lobby and looked at Cathy; I was obviously still in shock. She laughed. "I see they explained it all to you! Do you want to go to lunch, hon?" I hesitated, but agreed. I wanted to find out more about this. Cathy seemed so nice. At the very least I had to reconcile my impression of her with my new knowledge of her. Needing privacy, we got Chinese to go, the boss's treat, and went to a secluded area of Central Park. "Tell me," was all I could say. "Believe me, I was as shocked as you when they first suggested it to me!" she said, laughing. "Boy was I pissed! I was so insulted, and hurt too because I'd always liked working there and they'd been nice to me. I quit on the spot. I said they thought I was a whore because I was black. But they assured me that wasn't true. They begged me to stay; gave me a raise, in fact. They explained how they wanted a safe outlet for their sex drives and that they all liked and respected me and had the hots for me. Then they offered me the extra money. I thought about it for a long time and decided to give it a try, with the understanding that if I changed my mind at any time, we'd stop and I could keep my job. They agreed. That was two years ago and I've never regretted it." She munched her mushu contentedly. "Why have you never regretted it, Cathy? It seems like there would be much to regret." I was more confused than ever. "Well...look Julie, you have to love sex or you could never do this. Do you love sex?" she asked in all sincerity. "God yes!" I exclaimed. "I haven't had any in over three months, but I could do it 24 hours a day, seems like. Nobody can ever keep up with me!" We both laughed. "Mmm-hmm, I'm the same way. Well, suddenly I was getting enough. It's wonderful! In fact, that's the only bad thing about quitting. I want to settle down with my fiancÈ and make babies, but I'm a bit worried the withdrawal will be too much for me." We giggled at her silly pun. "Seriously though Julie, I have enjoyed the sex. I was only doing it for the money; I felt like a hooker and was disappointed with myself. I thought the sex would be distasteful, but the guys are terrific. They're all kind to me, they never hurt me or anything, and they even make me cum a lot of the time. It's really just a friendly party every day. A lot of it is blowjobs. You have to really like giving head or you'll be miserable. And you have to deep throat; two of them have big ones and they want that throat action." "Oooo, I love deep throat! How big?" "He-he! One's 8" and the other is a whopper, a real thick 9‡." I groaned ecstatically. 9‡" and thick too? Wow. "Which one is that?" I asked. "Bob, the boss. The BIIIG boss!" We laughed and laughed. "And what's nice too," she added, "is that he's the one who wants it most. Every day, sometimes twice a day. And he does it with his wife most nights too. He's a real go-getter!" More laughter rang through the trees. "You know Cathy," I heard myself say, "I'm shocked at myself, but you've almost got me convinced!" "That's great Julie!" she said. "Don't forget about the money. I've bought myself a house and invested in stocks and real estate and I'm in good shape! I'll really miss that," she said wistfully. "Luckily Ted, my fiancÈ, has a great job, and we can afford for me not to work. I want to be a stay-at-home mom, and now I can be." "Does he know?" I asked with a worried tone. "No. I almost told him a couple of times, but I love him and don't want to risk losing him. We're getting married in two months. The guys are giving us a one-month tour of Europe and Africa for our honeymoon!" "Wow! They really ARE nice guys aren't they?" I said in all sincerity. "Yes they are, honey," she said. "I want to quit as soon as possible. What do you think?" "I thinkÖI think I can start Monday!" I said. "I thinkÖ" "Really? That's wonderful!" She gave me a hug. "There's just one thing Julie. The guys want me to see you naked and evaluate your body. It looks great covered up, but they want to be sure everything is real, y'know?" I must have looked a bit shocked at this because she quickly reassured me. "It's strictly on the up-and-up Julie. I'm not trying to get in your pants!" I laughed; "Okay," I said. We went back to the office and into the women's bathroom, where I took off everything but my stockings and garter belt and let her get a good look at my body. I'm 5'7" and a bit voluptuous. My ass is round and my breasts are C's, with a slight, very pleasant droop. My nipples are small and extremely sensitive; I have cum with stimulation of them alone. My hair is blonde, but it's not natural, so my bush is dark brown. I kept it trimmed but not shaved. My clit was hiding at that moment, but when I'm turned on it grows to nearly an inch. It really amazes the guys. My legs are long and curvy. I don't have any trouble getting dates! Cathy washed her hands and stood close to me. Raising her hands, she asked, "Do you mind if I feel your breasts? They want me to check them for firmness." "Well, ok," I said, feeling my face get red. Taking a deep breath, she placed a hand on each tit and squeezed gently several times, moving her hands around. It felt good. My nipples hardened. "Do you like to have your tits touched Julie?" she asked. "Can you cum that way?" "Yes I do and yes I can," I said, a trace of pride in my voice. "Good! The guys will be glad to hear that!" Releasing my breasts, she knelt in front of me. "Do you mind if I examine you?" she asked. "Uhhh, I guess not..." I wasn't sure about this! "Could you spread your legs please Julie?" she asked. Reluctantly I moved my feet about two feet apart. Cathy combed my pubic hair back with her fingers, then gently parted my outer labia. She looked carefully at my inner pink lips and pulled back the hood of my clit. I was surprised to feel myself warming up. Placing two fingers around my clit, she gently shook it while inserting two more fingers into my vagina. They went in easily because I was getting wet. This really surprised me-I wasn't a lesbian! "Oh my god!" she exclaimed. "Your clit is huge!" I started to say something when I suddenly felt her tongue on my clit! She was softly licking with the flat part of her tongue. This was wonderful; too many men think using a pointed, hard tongue-tip is the way to go, but no: the clit likes soft and wet. She closed her lips around my clit and started sucking softly, breathing hot air onto it through her mouth. Immediately it turned red hot. I grabbed her head and pulled it closer. She pressed her fingers into my G-spot, and within seconds I had an incredibly intense orgasm, moaning and screaming and bucking my hips into her face. I couldn't believe this was happening-me with a woman! As I subsided she slowly released my clit from her suction, but kept her tongue there until my throbbing ended completely. My legs were so wobbly I had to sit down in the stall. Cathy laughed. "Well Julie, I guess we know that you're responsive! I'm sorry, I had no intention of doing that. I've never even felt a woman's tits before! It's just that when I saw that huge clit..." Her voice trailed off. "Really, I'm sorry." "It's ok Cathy," I said, my energy returning. "I've never been with a woman either. I'm as shocked as you are but I loved it!" We both laughed. "Look Julie, are you taking the job?" "Yes." "Are you sure?" "Yes Cathy, I'm sure." "Hooray! Look, it's Thursday. Why don't you start Monday. I'll stay an extra week or two and show you the ropes of the business and help you get started with the guys. Maybe we can even have a little fun of our own..." She raised her eyebrows playfully. I gave her a mischievous grin. "I can't wait!"