Page 17 of Ribbons and Role Play

Nova says, “But she went with the runaway bride option, no hero needed.” His voice cracks as he steps away from the closet. “I didn’t realize Dad would stoop that low.”

Damn him for killing the mood. Wendy tucks the fortune back into the pocket.

I say, “We could help you. We’ll take care of you if you’ll let us. We’re a package deal. And if one of us turns into a jerk and tries to do some power play shit with you, the other two promise to kick his ass. Right, guys?”

Axel nods more enthusiastically than Nova. I add, “We’ll set up a trust fund for you if that would make you feel better. Whether or not you are ready to commit to us. Just a gift to our sister. No strings attached.”

“Please don’t go setting up any trust funds. I’m applying for jobs and want to prove that I can take care of myself. Just like you did. I’ve been reading interview skills on the internet and doing practice questions out loud in front of the mirror.”

“Hold on, I see an opportunity,” I say. “We’ve conducted a lot of interviews. We could help you practice. In fact,” I stand up and head to the kitchen to grab my keys. “We could go to the office and role play.”

“I love role play.” She practically leaps from the couch. In seconds we’re all piling onto our bikes. I make sure she’s on the back of mine.

At the office, she sits in the lobby instead of heading down the hallway with us. “Come on. Let’s do the interview.”

“The secretary has to call me back.” She picks up a magazine, crosses her legs, and ignores us.

“Axel, you take the desk. Nova, you’ll be with me and we’ll do a panel-style interview. Axel, once you finish your role as secretary, join us.”

We take our spots in the office that has minimalist decor, a neutral place for conducting interviews, away from our personal offices. Rather than sitting at the desk, I grab pens and paper then lead Nova to the oak table. It’s sturdy enough to support us climbing on top of it.

“Set her chair out there.” I motion a few feet from the desk. It will give me room to kneel in front of her.

Axel knocks on the door, then pops his head in. “Mr. Russell and Mr. Russell, are you ready for the interview?”

“Yeah, bring her in.” Rather than looking up from the paper in front of me, I lift my hand and wave a couple of fingers. “Come on in…” I pretend to be looking for her name. “Ms. Cooper.”

“Thank you, sir.”

“Have a seat,” Nova says.

Axel continues as secretary, taking pretend notes. We go through a few formalities and her poise impresses me. But we’re not really here to practice. Time to segue to the fun part of the interview.

“Ms. Cooper, how would you rate your multitasking skills?”

“I like to think that I’m good at multitasking. I can handle multiple things in motion at one time, but I’ve read numerous studies that say it’s more efficient to focus on a single task. But I’m versatile. I’ll do whatever the job dictates.” The lightness in her voice indicates she knows I’m up to something.

“Interesting. How about this?” I walk around the desk and drop to my knees in front of her. “May I?” My hands hover above her thighs.

“Of course, sir. It’s your office. Whatever you want. I want to ace this interview.”

“Okay. Let’s test your multitasking skills. Nova, my partner, is going to continue asking you questions while I feast on your pussy. Let’s see if you can truly do two things at once.”

She allows me to slip her sweats and panties off. I’d rather ditch the role play, but it seems to help her relax. My erection is about to bust my jeans open.

I spread her legs wider, but when the edges of the chair prevent me from splaying her open, I reach around and pull her ass forward. It’s like pulling the buffet table to my mouth. I want to dive in with full gluttony.

With mock professionalism, I kiss my way up her thighs and over her pussy before sliding my tongue between her sweet lips. Her swollen nub grows harder as her breaths become more erratic. Her answers to Nova’s questions take increasing time and are less coherent.

There’s nothing I love more than making her lose control, except for doing it with my dick.

When she cries out, I slow my pace, easing her through the climax. Her head is tipped back, her hands tangled in my hair, and her mouth open. I sit back on my heels. I’m not ready to return to my seat, so I hang out in heaven between her legs.

Continuing the interview, I give her a minute then assess the situation. “Screw the studies. You did a great job putting your primary focus on having an orgasm. Your secondary focus shifted to tangling your fingers in my hair. I’m giving that a thumbs up. Let’s get Nova’s report.”

Her smile takes my focus away from my cock. My heart is full. I want to make this woman happy for the rest of my life.

“The more she focused on orgasming, the more trouble she had answering questions. But that’s only one test. I’d like to try another situation if you don’t mind. And if Axel can stop taking notes, I think we should all participate.”

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