Again I was fighting the feeling I had already blown this interview and things were not going my way. He introduced himself as Jim and then he as...ked me why I was here? I looked at him and was starting to answer when he scolded me about looking at him. Head and eyes are always to the front he told me. Look at a spot on the window behind me and never take your eyes off that spot until told to do so. Now tell me why you are here. Your ad requested a sex slave and I am here to be your sex. When Jeanine was close to her next orgasm, she spun around unexpectedly. "Now," she demanded. "Just like them." She slid down my body until my firmness met her moist recesses. She paused for a second to position herself and within an instant I was buried to the hilt in the first woman besides my wife I'd had since our marriage. "Oh, fuck, that feels good," she said. "Let's just sit a minute and enjoy is." "Lean over here," I told her. "I want to suck your nipples." Jeanine hummed appreciatively. I was friendly with the chess club/band geek type, and no shirt seemed to be tight enough, or skirt short enough, to get one of these oogling doofuses to move in, bless them, no matter how obvious I would hint. So. Annoying. And I was much to timid to make the first move. Also, unfortunately, I was too bookish to get much attention from the sports dudes (even though there was a consensus among jeering jocks in the hallway that I was a solid "8.5"). If they only knew what a filthy slut-bucket. I could use one of those super spa treatments. Yep, that would fix me up."Because the topic of the day was creative tips, I sucked up the nerve to try my luck on one with Darlene.I was eating at a table by myself and, as Darlene refilled my coffee, I said, "Hey, instead of the normal tip, I'd be willing to give you a back massage better than a super spa treatment, guaranteed to do the job on your back."To my shock and surprise she relied simply, "Oh God, you're on, how soon can you do it?".