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A Job Interview With A Twist [FF]

I don’t remember much of the interview, only that I wasn’t at my best. I’d gotten sick a few days before, but – with matching gaps in our respective schedules hard to come by, tickets scheduled and a hotel booked on my behalf – I decided to fly to New York anyway.

It was one of those times where you don’t realize how okay you’re not until somebody else notices.

“You really don’t look good,” was the first thing Stephanie ever said to me. She was waiting for me in the lobby of the hotel, blonde and thin and pretty, younger than I’d expected but cutting a severe figure in a dark business suit, her hair pulled back in a tight bun.

“I’m surviving,” I said.

Which was true. I felt like garbage and I was sweating despite the frigid temperature outside, but I’d made it through five hours on a plane and forty-five minutes in New York traffic. I could manage an interview. Read more »

[MF] Booty call from an older man.

It’s a weeknight, fall in Oregon, a little chilly but not so as you’d complain. I’m naked beneath the covers in the dark, alternating between emails and reddit. My phone vibrates in my hand, a text from a number I don’t recognize.

*Hi, it’s Jason. Okay for me to text you here?*

There are no Jasons in my personal life. The only one I can think of is a potential client that wound up being a dead end. I conjure up his last name, text it back as a question.

*Yes. Is it okay?*

*Of course. What’s up?*

*You were on my mind. How’s your night?*

Pleasant butterflies in my stomach. It was a good meeting we had. Nothing came of it, but he was certainly memorable. Probably twenty years my senior, he heads a project to create a green sector in the city, buildings that meet exacting environmental standards, appropriate retailers, bike access and parking, that kind of thing. He was handsome, a kind face with humor and stress lines, hair and beard cropped close and groomed, halfway grey and leaning into it. Fitted suit, no tie. The drive and passion practically radiated off him. His looks got my attention, sure, but it was the pitch that reeled me in. He was magnetic. Read more »

An Evening In Napa – Part 2 [FM]

Part 1 is [here.](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/8isbor/an_evening_in_napa_part_1_ff/)

Aside from my phone, the only things in my backpack were toiletries, a flask of cheap bourbon, a dress I’d planned to wear to the party and then never had time to change into, an old t-shirt for sleeping in, and clean underwear.

It was silent except for the sound of Sigur Rós still playing down the hall, so I quickly slipped my panties on under the robe, then swapped it for the T-shirt, which had a picture of Johnny Cash on the front and was so large it fit me like a small nightdress. I took a swig from the flask because drunk is sometimes an acceptable substitute for tired, then shouldered the backpack and headed back upstairs.

Darkness and silence in Laura’s room. I took a second drink from the flask, set it down on the bedside table, and got back into bed.

I lay listening to the rhythm of her breathing, remembering her undressing by the hot tub. I pictured her doing the same for Jake, imagined him laying naked on his couch, idly stroking his cock until she took over for him, getting him fully hard with her warm, skilled hands, then straddling him, bracing herself against his chest, pushing with her hips. Read more »

An Evening In Napa – Part 1 [FF]

*Reposting because I’m a moron and got the tag wrong…*

At college and for a little while afterwards, I worked at a Starbucks in SoCal. It was just 15 or 20 hours a week for spending money, and I enjoyed it most of the time. There was the occasional asshole customer, sure, but we were busy enough that they never really made an impression, and I liked the people I worked with, most of whom were around my age.

I also liked many of our regulars. Being a barista is a lot like bartending, another of the many strings on the bow I wielded until I found a real career path. There are people you see at the same time every day; you get to know their name and their order, and sometimes you get to know them beyond a simple business transaction.

That was how I met Laura. She was a pretty blonde professional in her late thirties who came in and ordered an unsweetened iced tea five days a week, regardless of the weather. Read more »