Same Devil, Different Costume

Mia, clad in a formal dress, albeit short, closed her eyes, she let out a deep breath before knocking on the Human Resource Director's office at the Cabinet office.

A male voice rang out aloud. "Come in!"

Mia opened the door and walked in. An envelope was perched between her upper arm and body.

The HR Director scanned Mia from head to toe as she approached the desk.

"Good morning sir," She beamed with a smile. "I was called yesterday. For the job... position of cleaner."

"Do you have a name?" The Director wondered rudely.

"Yes sir. I'm Mia Jackson," She responded politely.

The Director nodded, "Have a seat."

"Thank you," She responded and took her seat in front of a fairly old man whose face was cursed with wrinkles. His head was as white as an almond tree.

The Director looked at Mia in the eyes and spoke, "To begin with your application letter came in late. You do not have the needed experience. You were not shortlisted for the job. But, I'm the guy that makes things happen. You scratch my back, you get the fucking job."

Mia's eyes widened in awe. She was quick to wonder in confusion. "Sorry, I don't quiet follow you. Help me understand. Please."

The Director stood up and walked around the beautiful executive table to where Mia sat.

"You ain't a small girl, ain't you?" he inquired while he sat on the table. He legs weaved between Mia's. Mia tried to push back to create some room but she was not in luck.

"What do you want?" Mia probed in disbelief.

The Director massaged on his trousers around his penis. The flesh, in a gif, throbbed as it grew hard. His eyes sunken as he intensified rubbing his dick that was hidden away by his trousers. He was nothing more than a devil, clad in human form as the Director.

"I want you to be my girl. I want to fuck you right here. Right now and the job is yours," he demanded amid heavy uncontrolled breaths. Cleary, he was horny.

Mia kept her gaze in his eyes, she dared not to look at his hard flesh that printed on the his trousers.

"No sir," She responded respectfully. "I can't do that."

"Call me John," The Director quickly unzipped and fetched his uncircumcised dick from his pant. It was huge. Veins decorated it. "Look at it."

Mia shook her head, "No sir."

The Director grabbed Mia's hand and forces it to land on his erected penis. "Touch my fucking dick you little poor whore. You want the fucking job, I want your pussy. It's as simple as that."

Mia tried to pull away from his hand, but he was too strong for her.

"Alright", She smiled. "You want to play this game. Let's play."

She stood up and looked him in the eye while the envelope fell freely to the floor.

Mia gave the old man two gentle strokes on his hard flesh while breathing heavily in his ear. He left her hand.

"You want to play old man?" She whispered in his ear. "You're a dirty old man."

He chuckled in ecstasy while closing his eyes, "Yes... Yes."

"Good" She smiled and demanded. "Kick off your shoes and take off your trousers. I want to give this bad boy a gentle suck."

The Director was in wonder- land. He loved how it was going. He kicked out his shoes and trousers in a flash of the second. Mia smiled after seeing him in his boxers.

"Boxers, too," She placed another demand.

The Director threw off his jacket and loosened his necktie. Then he quickly slid down his boxers. He was in cloud nine!

As far as he was concerned, He had another wet pussy in his grasp. Mia, however, had other plans.

She picked up the boxers and looked him in the eyes. Her hand caressed his dick still.

"I will suck you so bad," She whispered. "But I don't want your mates to hear you groan. So... open your mouth."

The Director opened his mouth.

"Good boy," She flashed a smile at him. Then stuffed the boxers in his mouth. "Good boys don't moan when sucked."

The Director nodded in excitedly. She was everything different he had ever seen.

"Now," She ordered him. "Lay on the table and wait for your service."

John, the Director, laid on the executive table like a sheep whose obedience is out of this world.

Mia grabbed his testicle and squeezed them with every ounce of strength in her, one at time. Her angelic face flashed away and stern look masked her up.

"If you get up," She warned. "I swear I will break them."

The Director groaned in pain as his dick grew flaccid and weak. Mia squeezed and pulled his balls excruciatingly. He could not call for help not cry. Tears meandered from his eyes. He fidgeted and tried to free himself but he was not in luck. Mia, in that moment, was too strong for him.

"Now, you listen to me you son of a bitch," She vented out. "I came for a job. A fucking job, not your shitty moves. You can keep your fucking job. My pussy, I'll keep. It's mine and you'll never see it."

Mia squeezed his balls even harder. He closed his teary eyes in pain and gnashed his teeth. He was helplessly in pain.

"Get up" She sternly demanded as she inflicted more pain on his genitals. "Up, I say!"

The Director negotiated his way to sit on the table. Mia made a fist and landed a hot punch on his nose. The Director swung back on the face of the table with a thud. Blood oozed out of his nose.

Mia bent and picked her envelope, his shoes and trousers, and walked out with them.

The Director fished out the pant from his mouth and groaned in pain on the table. He wanted to take advantage of Mia, but she fucked him instead. And as he tried to gather himself and nurse his pain, a fire alarm rang aloud.

Was there fire in the building? No. Mia triggered the alarm. She wanted the world to see devil in the naked Human Resource Director.

Thus, she walked out amid many who exodused the building in fear for dear life with his shoes and trousers.

"Hey!" The security office aimed a gun at Mia. "Freeze or I'll shoot! Put your hands where I can see them."

Mia bothered not to look back.

The Officer fired a warning shot in the ceiling. People scampered onto the floor. But Mia, like a dare devil continued walking to the exit.

The Officer took aim at Mia. He pulled the trigger...