“What is the most outrageous thing you’d to get a job?” It was a simple question on the application. I thought for a second, Who would ask this type of question and how they would answer a crude remark like ‘fuck’. I smiled and scribbled in the dirty word, just to see what would happen.

About two days later, I got a call from the modeling agency where I had applied and written in the crude word on the job application.

“Please come to our candidate interview at eleven o'clock on May 23rd. Please be on time, as we have several candidate interviews lined up. If you have props related to your creative answer on the job application, please be sure to bring them.”

I chuckled when I heard the answering machine message. Obviously, they hadn’t read my crude remark. I decided to show up for the interview anyway.

I slipped on a casual sundress and pulled my hair back in a pony tail. Although I was a bit on the short side, I felt comfortable about my looks and my charm. A couple of amateur photographer friends had been urging me to sign up for a modeling agency, so after thinking about it for a few weeks, I'd decided to take the plunge.

I had worked hard to achieve a perfect 36-28-36 figure, working out, running, practicing on a stripper pole (no, I am not a stripper). I ate high-carb, no-fat foods and avoided the colas. Salads were my best friend. I brushed my hair back and checked for make-up smudges in the mirror. I was nervous, but confident.

I arrived at the candidate interview processing center fifteen minutes early. There was no one at the reception desk, but a note instructed the entrants to take seat and wait for their name to be called.

It was a non-descript office, in a row of otherwise empty office spaces, in a retail center on a decent side of town. The vacant spaces gave me an unsettled feeling. The only sign on the door read “Candidate Interviews". A closed circuit camera in the corner gave me a sense of security that I otherwise might not of had.

At eleven straight up, a side door to the small waiting area opened and a really good looking fellow called out my name.

“I’m Jim,” he said as I stepped into a long hallway. As I followed Jim, I noticed he had a very cute butt. Hummm.

“I hope you didn’t have any problems finding us,” he said, turning a corner and leading us down another long hallway. He was cute, with short dark hair and a statuesque looking body, from what I could tell.

We reached an office at the end of the hall and I followed him into the office.

“Sorry for the long walk, but they always put me at the end of the hall,” he remarked, taking a seat behind a sparsely-topped desk. A video camera sat on one side of the desk. I figured it was for recording the interviews and security. I took a seat on the couch across from the desk.

“I have your application here and am wondering why you wrote what you wrote,” he inquired.

I apologized for my crude comment. "I was in a funky mood and shouldn’t have written that,” I remarked.

“No need to apologize,” he replied, “we have seen it all.”

He looked at the rest of my application before saying anything else.

“You know,” he began, “in this profession, you have to take a lot of orders and fulfill a lot of requests; some of them might make you feel uncomfortable.”

“I can handle that,” I replied.

“So if I told you that you had to undress, or that you had a modeling assignment that would require some nudity, would you have an issue with that?” he asked.

“No, I don’t think so. I guess that comes with the profession,” I replied.

“Okay then,” he replied. “I will have to shoot some stills of you, to take to the producers, before we can put a contract on the table. Would you mind posing for a few photos?”

“Sure,” I replied.

He took out a small digital camera and asked me to stand. I stood in front of the desk while he snapped several photos.

“Turn around,” he instructed. I did as he instructed and he took several more photos.

“How much does this job pay?” I asked.

“One thousand per session, and up to five for nudity,” he replied.

“So, is there a lot of nude stuff,” I inquired.

“Some,” he replied. “That’s where the real money is.”

I sat back down on the couch.

“So are you from Chicago?” he asked.

“Yes - south side,” I replied.

“Have you modeled before?” he asked.

“No - well, yes - but not professionally,” I replied.

He looked up from my application. "Can you slip out of the dress?” he asked.

“Slip out of what?” I asked. I knew what he said, but was not prepared for the request.

“The dress,” he responded, “I have to have some body-type shots for the producers.”

I stood up and slipped the straps of my sundress over my tanned shoulders and shimmied out of it.

I still had on my brassiere, panties and high heels. I felt kind of awkward as he snapped photos and asked me to turn around.

“Nice ass,” he remarked.

“Thanks,” I responded. He stood up from his seated position and stepped around in front of the desk. I noticed he had a huge hard on.

“Can you lie down on the couch?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied. He took several more photos, staging me in various positions.

“Can you take off your bra?” he asked.

“My bra?” I inquired.

“Yes,” he replied, “it is a producer requirement.”

I hesitated, but he reminded that in the modeling profession it was not an unusual request to see a model totally nude.

“So, I guess you’re going to ask me to take off my panties as well?” I surmised.

“That would be correct,” he responded.

I slipped off my bra and then panties. I tried to hide the fact that I was slightly turned on, but there was no hiding the obvious.

“Nice body,” he remarked, snapping more photos.

I was glad I had taken the time to shave before the interview.

“I need to also make a short video,” he said.

"A video?"

“Yes, a video,” he replied.

“What are we doing, making a porno film?” I inquired.

“Well, as a matter of fact,” Jim responded, “that was going to be my next suggestion - that you do something erotic and eye catching.”

“I will if you will,” I replied. He reached into the desk drawer and pulled out a small video camera.

“Normally,” he responded, “I don’t make myself available for job applicants, but...”

He stood up and dropped his trousers, revealing the largest cock I had ever seen in my life. I had seen huge cocks in porno flicks, but never imagined ever seeing one in real life.

“Oh my gawd!” I remarked, seeing the size of his wanker.

He set the video camera on the desk, the red light blinking, and approached me.

“Suck it!” he commanded, as he looked down at me. I reached out and put my fingers around his cock. It twitched and throbbed in my hand. It was huge and really thick. I kissed the shift and cupped his testicles in my hand. He pushed my hair back over my shoulder and turned slightly so the camera would capture what was transpiring.

I slipped my mouth over the circumcised, bulbous end of his cock. I has sucked a few dicks in my day, but this was amazing. There would be no deep-throating this booger, he was just that huge.

I was horny... very horny. There was no denying the smell of sex in the room. Jim pulled me into a standing position, his cock pressing against my bare body. He had the greenest of eyes, and his chiseled good looks made me melt. He pressed his lips against mine. I couldn’t contain myself.

“Turn around and bend over,” Jim commanded. Oh my God! I couldn’t believe he wanted to fuck me with that club.

“I don’t do the ass thing, I remarked as I slowly turned around. I leaned forward, my ass and pussy totally exposed. I placed my hands on the seat back of the couch and waited. Jim slipped a finger into my dripping wet pussy. I shuddered in anticipation. He worked his fingers back and forth, rubbing my clit in the process, which only heightened my sense of need.

“Spread them!” Jim demanded. I spread my legs and closed my eyes. I knew it was going to hurt.

“Please don’t hurt me,” I begged.

“I won’t,” he replied, sliding the tip end of his circumcised cock up to my dripping wet vagina.

I felt him insert it and I took a deep breath. He pushed and I felt like my insides were being ripped apart. I took in another deep breath and closed my eyes. He started working his huge cock back and forth, pushing ever so gently, rhythmically. My creative juices were flowing uncontrollably. He pushed harder and I felt his pelvis slapping my buttocks. I shrieked. I began to cry, not in pain, but because it felt so very, very good. I was cuming uncontrollably, exploding with every push of his cock inside of me. I had never before felt so uncontrollably hot.

He pulled out, just as a spurt of cum shot across my ass and lower back. His second shot, struck my upper back and shoulder and a third shot went over my shoulder and onto the leather couch. I lost it at that point. I don’t remember what transpired after that. When I woke up, he was sitting behind the interviewer desk, smiling.

“Oh my gawd,” I exclaimed. “What happened?”

Jim smiled. "You got the job. You start on Monday.”

I took a deep breath and exhaled. I slipped on my sundress, and stuffed my undergarments into my purse. I wobbled for the door. My pussy ached, but in a good way. As I got to the door, I turned and asked,

“Where do I report for work?”

“Right here,” Jim replied.

“Monday morning?” I inquired.

“Yes,” he replied.

“I’ll be here,” I replied.

“So will I,” Jim replied, adding, “If you have any friends. . .”

His voice trailed off.

I smiled and replied, "See you on Monday.”