Chapter 1

I never thought that at 40, I would be divorced. I have a great son, who I don’t have much time to see. I have the usual bills like mortgage, car payment, and now, child support. Somehow, it just doesn’t seem fair that the innocent party in a divorce gets raked over the coals by family court.

I have no objection to paying child support. However, in my state, men almost always lose.

To keep up my bills, I was forced to look for a part time job. I work 40-50 hours a week as a restaurant manager. Yet, that money was no longer enough to keep my financial head above water.

I called several friends inquiring if they knew any part time jobs that I could take on. Everyone said the same thing to me that ‘times were tough’.

I went online looking for part time work and ran across an ad for drivers needed. I waited until Monday to call the number listed inquiring about the position. To my surprise, a delightful lady answered the phone with a slight southern drawl to her voice.

“Thank you for calling Happy, Happee Limo. This is Tina speaking. Do you need a limo for pickup or airport service?” Her voice just seemed to ‘smile’ over the phone.

I hesitated for a moment before answering, “Neither. I’m calling about a position that I saw your company post online for a driver.”

“Oh, that’s handled by Sasha. Please hold while I connect you,” Tina replied.

I waited for what seemed like an hour but, most likely, just 5 minutes or so. Finally, a woman with a deep Eastern European accent answered. My head quickly thought of the old cartoon “Boris and Natasha” as Sasha’s voice sounded just like Natasha.

“Um, hi there, my name is David and I’m calling about the driver position that you have advertised online.”

Sasha’s reply was that the position was to drop off and pick up people as directed by the dispatcher. In the slow times, the driver is to either patrol the airport arrival area or wait outside one of the half dozen top end resort hotels that they have contracts. The position revolves carrying their clientele to whatever destination they requested for a flat fee.

In my head, it sounded like a decent job. I asked what the working hours that would be required of me. Sasha told me that I needed to meet with her at the limo office Tuesday about 8 pm. She also went on to tell me that I needed to wear my best dress suit, so she could make sure that I would be dressed appropriate if they were to offer me the position.

On Tuesday, I showed up at the address she gave me about 15 minutes early. I parked my Toyota Corolla, got out, checked my suit, and sprayed a mint spray in my mouth. The suit I wore has black slacks and a black dress suit coat. I wore my favorite cobalt blue long sleeved dress shirt with a muted maroon tie with a matching maroon handkerchief. I made sure to polish my black belt and black dress shoes just to impress.

I was nervous, to say the least. I had not been on a job interview in several years. My heart was pounding as I looked at the tall office building. I rang the buzzer on the front door, and a rather large bald black man answered. I introduced myself, and he replied, “Oh, you’re the one here for the job. C’mon in. Take the elevator to the 8th floor, and you will see the signs for the limo company. Good Luck.”

To me, the elevator ride seemed short, but then again, there was no one else using it. When I arrived at the ‘Happy, Happee Limo’ door a hand-written sign taped to the door read “knock loudly” which I did.

A cute, mid-20, slender black woman answered. She had long legs, small but pert boobs, and a beautiful smile. I asked, “Sasha?”. She chuckled at me and said, “No, I’m Tina. You must be David. Come on in and follow me, but please be quiet as our phone girls are talking to customers.”

I did as I was told and followed her silently. While we were walking through the large conference area, there seemed to be lots of college aged women on the phones. Since my heart was pattering about a thousand miles a minute I really didn’t pay attention to the phone conversations.

Tina and I arrived at a beautiful set of double doors. I noticed that they seemed to be out of place for an office. They had the appearance of something from a church or castle. Big thick heavy wood doors with what appeared to be an old iron knob complete with a skeleton keyhole.

I smiled to myself, thinking that this place was becoming more interesting by the minute.

Tina knocked and walked right through the doors. I followed and to my surprise there was a very tall statuesque woman with waist length straight blonde hair. She was dressed in a black leather corset with matching black shorts and thigh high leather boots. The air in the ‘office’ had the distinctive scent of cloves from some sort of incense burning in the corner of the room.

“Sasha, this is David, your 8 o’clock interview. Shall I wait, or would you like me to go back to the phones?” Tina inquired.

“Stand by the doors until I call you,” Sasha replied.

I’m sure that my face was covered with bewilderment. I stood silently with my hands starting to perspire.

Sasha began to speak, “Mr. David, you appear to follow directions well. We expect our employees to be able to follow directions specifically. We also expect that whatever you see and hear in your limo remains a secret from everyone except me. Is that understood, Mr. David?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” I replied, beginning to worry about how drop-dead gorgeous Sasha and Tina appeared, which got my cock stirring.

“Okay, Mr. David, showtime. Please drop your pants,” Sasha directed.

“What?”

“You get one more chance, Mr. David; DROP YOUR PANTS,” Sasha demanded.

In my head, I wondered if this was even legal to ask, but needing the job, I complied. I unbuckled my pants, undid the clasp, and unzipped, letting my pants fall to the floor around my ankles.

Sasha used her index finger to beckon Tina to come over to her. Tina came over to her and stood silently.

“Tina, check out Mr. David. I want to make sure he ‘measures up,’” Sasha said with a wicked grin.

Tina walked over to me and inspected the bulge in my boxer briefs. Nervously, I just stood there.

She reached out her hand and caressed my now mostly erect cock. In doing that, she turned her head and smiled a big smile back at Sasha. Then I felt soft, delicate fingers inside my waistband and a forceful tug, putting my boxers on top of my pants around my ankles.

Now, I was completely naked from the waist to my ankles with my fully erect cock pointed up towards the ceiling. I remained silent and still.

Tina grasped my hard manhood along the shaft with one hand and ‘weighed’ my balls with the other. I heard a low guttural moan, barely noticeable.

“Mr. David, do you like sex?” Sasha asked.

Trying to clear my head enough to answer a coherent sentence, I replied, “Sure, doesn’t everyone?”

“Mr. David, that was a yes or no question,” Sasha snapped back.

“Yes, Ma’am. I do enjoy sex.”

At this point, I was trying to stifle a moan since Tina was now stroking my cock and rubbing the pre-cum up and down the shaft.

My head was spinning! Between Sasha’s interesting appearance and Tina’s grasp of my rigid cock, they really had my brain in overdrive.

Tina bent over at the waist and began to lick the head of my cock. She swirled her tongue around and around the thick purple head. She lifted my cock and licked the underside of it, beginning at the base. Her other hand kept gently squeezing and massaging my balls.

I was trying hard to remain quiet. Tina licked and sucked my cock like someone who obviously had done this many times before. To my surprise, a low moan escaped my mouth.

“Mister David, are you enjoying my Tina?” Sasha inquired.

“Yes, absolutely!”

“Tina, would you enjoy Mr. David fucking you?”

“Oh yes!” Tina squealed.

“Good then, Mr. David, please bend my Tina over my desk. Remove her shorts, and please begin fucking her. We need to make sure you can do the job,” Sasha said with a big smile.

Tina stopped sucking my cock. She stood up straight, walked over to an empty 1/3 of her desk, and bent over, putting her head on the desk facing Sasha. As I started to follow her, I remembered my pants and boxers were still around my ankles. I debated in my head for a moment. Should I pull them back up or kick them off? I chose to pull them back up, but only enough to be able to walk over to Tina. When I reached her, I again dropped my pants and boxers.

“Mr. David, you are to fuck my Tina with no condom. You understand?” Sasha asked.

My head did not even question why Sasha made that statement. I was on sexual overdrive at that moment. It has been several weeks since I had sex. I grabbed my rock-hard manhood and put it at the entrance to her honey hole. I began slowly pushing the head in gently. I whispered in her ear, “Are you ok? I’ll go slow.”

“Mister David, this is NOT making love. It is sex. If you can not make her orgasm in less than ten minutes, then your interview is over. DO YOU UNDERSTAND MISTER DAVID?” Sasha said in a loud, drill sergeant-like tone.