The Trial Week

She had finally ended her abusive marriage. It was over and she felt free. She wasn’t completely rid of him, mind. They still had children together and this meant that co-parenting was always a chore. However, she was always amicable and it seemed to keep his abuse at bay so that the children didn’t become exposed to it.

She now had more free time than ever. Every other weekend, to be exact. She knew from the raunchy conversations she had previously with her ex, that she wanted her fantasies to be fulfilled. She wanted more from life and from sex. It just seemed a bit…scary. Being back out in the world of dating. Face to face conversations with other men who she didn’t have a long history with, but perhaps this was a good thing?

She decided that to keep money coming in, alongside her professional full time job, she would get a part time job where she worked on the weekends she had no children to care for. She thought that it would fill her time and keep her busy, too. She was searching through job adverts and none of them seemed to fit around her situation. Then she remembered where her ex worked, and went directly to the website of the company where he was a manager. It was risky as she had decided not to talk to him again as their conversations were amazing but he still had a fiancé and although she was single now, he was definitely still taken.

The company he worked for did have jobs for zero hour contract workers, who would work and then get paid for what they did, rather than be tied down to a particular amount of hours each week. Perfect, she thought. She didn’t want her ex to know that she had applied, so she went through the normal routes on the website as it was an international company, as not to alert him.

She soon received an email to say that she had secured an interview for a customer service role, where she would be the face of the brand and would be talking to customers directly at the local branches. Due to it being a zero hours contract, she was yet to be told where she would be located but she had chosen her preferred locations on the application form and none of those were anywhere near her ex.

The interview was coming up and she decided to try on outfits that she felt could be appropriate in a customer service role. She had just been in the shower and had shaved everywhere, including her pussy and she felt good about herself. She was drying off and was completely naked while picking out potential interview clothes. She put on a pink ruffled top which hugged her torso, bringing out the shape of her waist and cupped around her breasts, so much so that she didn’t need to wear a bra underneath. It had a little brooch on it, made out of the same material as the top that gave it the edge, like a more professional look. The straps were little strings, with a band of the ruffle material over the top, which made the top look pretty and balanced out her voluptuous breasts.

She then saw a beautiful back velvet knee length pencil skirt in her wardrobe which she’d never worn before. It had a bronze zipper at the back which went from the top to the middle of the skirt. She slipped into it, and smiled to herself, as she saw it went well with the pink top. She placed her hands on her waist and moved them to the back of the skirt. She felt the zipper at the back, which went down to her arse. Just touching the velvet felt so good, tightly in position over her hips, following the shape of her legs downwards.

Admiring herself in the outfit, she decided to take a picture of herself in it. She was feeling a little naughty, knowing she had nothing underneath her clothes and having enjoyed lots of conversations with her ex previously, role playing different scenarios with him which always turned her on, and always including different toys and outfits. As she posed for the picture, she felt confident and sexy. She thought it would be a fun idea to just to pinch onto the the bottom of her skirt, peeling it up to expose her cleanly shaved pussy while she took another picture. It looked ready for some attention. She giggled to herself. This made her both wet and excited with arousal.

Impulsively, she decided to email the company as she had not received the training videos as promised, and the information about the uniform she was expected to wear, as well as instructions for the interview day itself. She wondered if the outfit she’d just tried on would be appropriate, so she smiled to herself as she attached the first picture of her wearing it “please can you advise as to this outfit – will this be acceptable to wear at the interview?”. Sent. Wow, she was feeling very excited now, especially after sending the company that picture of herself. She then took a longer look at the picture they didn’t see, and while she was admiring her bare pussy just peaking out from under the skirt, her other hand made its way down to it and started to stroke it gently. Her soft fingers against the sensitive skin felt amazing and she wanted more.

She put down her phone and instead reached for her mirror. She placed it on the floor and leaned it up against the wall. She sat in front of it, still in the skirt and top; where the skirt was now up around her hips and she had easy access to her pussy. She wanted to watch herself cum. All she could think about was turning up at the interview in just what she was wearing, nothing underneath and her ex being there. She imagined him being angry that after vowing to leave him alone, she was there in his office; but then imagined him using that anger to feed the tension they had between them. She wanted him to bend her over his desk forcefully and grab hold of her little black skirt, yanking it up past her arse cheeks as fast as he could, his hard cock at the entrance to her wet and tingling pussy; then thrust it inside her, just pounding her.

She started to tease herself by sliding her fingers down to her opening, slowly penetrating it, then bringing them back up, making circles around her clit, without directly touching it. Watching herself in the mirror was exciting her and she wished she was being watched by her ex, too. He knew how naughty she was and knew she loved to be watched. She then began to use her wet pussy to lubricate her clit, by pushing directly on it with her fingers this time, still in circular motions, using more pressure with each rotation; harder and harder.

Her breathing was becoming deeper as she was getting closer to cumming and she was desperately trying to keep looking at herself in the mirror so she could watch herself reach climax. Her eyes wanted to close as she could feel herself indulging in the pleasure of the sensation. It was building and she could feel that familiar warm heat as her pussy became more and more sensitive. She kept circling her now swollen clit and let out some little moans of ecstasy while she started to shudder, her pussy pulsing upon the release. She loved that feeling, while she was at the peak of orgasm and everything felt like heaven. After imagining her ex, she wished her pussy was pulsing around his cock, so he could feel exactly what he was doing to her. That would be bliss.

One new email notification. Still hazy from her orgasm, her eyes opened wide. She had received a reply to her earlier email:

“Thank you for your email. I’m sorry that you did not receive the training videos. Please see attached for your information. Your interview outfit looks acceptable for the role and for the interview day. We ask that all applicants are clean and presentable in all areas and this matches that description. If you would like to send any further pictures for guidance purposes, we will accept these within this email. Please note, we have changed your interview time to 6pm. Looking forward to meeting you”.

She clicked on to one of the training videos. What?! It was her ex. He was the one in the videos, providing the training for whomever would see them. She started to wonder why they were not sent to her before? She couldn’t help but to keep watching the videos, just hearing his deep, masculine voice and seeing his strong body with those wide shoulders and muscular arms just ready to carry her, made her melt even further into her post orgasmic state. He was so dreamy, but she quickly reminded herself that he was off limits and was only for her imagination. He still had a fiancé. She read the email again….”any further pictures”? She looked, confused. Would this really be what someone from such a company would write? She didn’t have any other pictures to send. Well, except ‘that’ one. The one showing off her fuckable pussy. And why had they changed the interview until 6pm? A bit late, she thought. She knew that the branch closed at 6pm. Perhaps that was why?

She heard a message come through. It was her ex, whom she was trying to avoid but avoiding him was not working well for her, as she knew that deep down he would always be her weakness. She opened it: “You’re already making an impression with the management. I’ll see you at 6pm”.

Now she knew. It was him! He was the one who had replied to her and it looks like he was the one interviewing her, too. Great! Now she was nervous, but secretly excited. Her hand started to explore her body again….no, don’t! She stopped herself. But now she really wanted the job, so she decided to send a flirty message back to her ex: “I am ready to show you how clean and presentable I am in all areas. Will there just be you at the interview, or will we have company?”.

He replied “Ready to show me? Do you have another picture you want to share? It will only be me. I don’t think I could let anyone else spend time alone with you wearing that sexy outfit”. She smiled, she knew he was already getting jealous of other people seeing her like that and loved how protective he was over her; but he knew that she loved to be naughty and take pictures of herself. The two of them just knew what to say to each other. She was trying to decide if she should send that picture or not.