"Tell me a little bit about yourself, Mr. Snyder. What kind of experience do you have?"
He knew she didn't mean it as a double entendre. She was talking work experience. But his body wanted to tell her about his sexual expertise. How he would kiss her pert nipples until they were hard as rocks and her breasts were so full of desire they felt like they would burst. Instead, he answered the question as asked.
"Well, I got my MBA in May. As I stated on my resume, I was second in my class. I have references from several of my professors," he began.
"Tsk, tsk, Mr. Snyder. I know about your education. You're a Cornell man, right?"
"Yeah ... I mean, yes, ma'am." Great! Just fucking great. Now I sound like a stammering idiot. "I finished my master's work in half the normal time."
"Uhmmm, a speedy one, huh?"
Jamie felt a blush streaking up his neck. Good thing she wasn't looking at him now. That voice of hers was giving him thoughts of all different levels of speed and how they applied to things. He'd speedily bring her to the most amazing climax she'd ever known. He'd speedily fill her cunt with the thickest hunk of male meat she'd ever had. He'd speedily drink every drop of her feminine come as if he were gulping down the finest scotch.
"Just when it comes to school," he answered aloud. "I don't like to waste time. That's why I think I'm the perfect man for this job."
"Oh?" Her voice followed the rising question of the word.
Maybe she isn't a model thin blonde, Jamie thought, revising his opinion on her looks. The voice just didn't fit. She was probably a saucy, little, Italian girl. Jamie grinned. Although he didn't normally go for the Mutt-and-Jeff routine, he would gladly let her play on his six-foot, two hundred-ten-pound frame. He'd be the stallion and she could ride him all the way to oblivion.
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