The Recruitment

After finishing my postgraduate degree, a recruitment letter arrived in the mail. It had a nondescript return address, but when I opened it and unfolded the letter, there was no mistaking the name of the national intelligence office. It seems I had scored well on my exams and they wanted to interview me. All that I needed to do was accept their offer by telephone. My travel instructions and itinerary would follow. 

I called to say yes, and within days a package arrived with airline tickets and instructions on everything from what I should tell family and friends about my travel to which taxis I should take at the airport and while staying at the hotel that had been booked for me. They wanted me to stay in a very densely populated area near their national headquarters for up to three nights. They had me hooked on the mystery and excitement of it all already.

Just thinking about the trip made me tingle all over. I was continuously aroused in the days leading up to the trip. Since I had little to do except brush up on all the academics that were already pounded into my being during exams and comps for my degree. I spent my time browsing collections of erotic photos and artwork online. Those days were a stream of solitary intellectual reflection intermingled with erotic flights into orgasms…immediate, thrusting, needy orgasms and slow, self-indulgent, glowing orgasms that filled every fiber of my body with warmth and contentment.

When it was time to go, I was more than ready. The flight to Dulles was a blur. I spoke to others only when absolutely necessary. My mind was completely given over to thinking through how the next three days would be. I assumed that someone could be observing my actions at all times. It was intense, but inside of that was a feeling of letting go and being a part of something immense or inexorable

After picking up my luggage, I headed to the exit.  Outside, there was a taxi at the curb with the driver standing beside it. He recognized me, which I found ingratiating and creepy at once. He waved for me to come over, asked my name and then told me to get in. No going back now, I thought to myself.

From the back seat, I told the driver the address of my hotel, following my instructions to the letter. He just smile and asked, “Interviewing with the agency?”

Certainly this was a test. I couldn’t say yes, but I didn’t know what to say, so I mumbled something about going to visit a cousin.

He laughed and said,  “It’s ok, really. I will take you for your interview in the morning. Everything will be just fine.”

This was absurd. I said nothing in response and I could see his eyes in the rearview mirror trying to read my expression. If there is an exact opposite to a poker face, that would be me. What the hell was I supposed to do? Now I felt compromised and on edge.

At the hotel, the driver handed my luggage to me and said he’d see me there in the morning and even told me what time to be there. Great. So now what? It was mid-afternoon and I had absolutely nothing to do the rest of the day.

After checking into the hotel, I left my bag in the room then went straight to the restaurant to grab a quick bite and take in my surroundings. I suddenly felt like I was supposed to be noticing things, like everything in my environment was now part of some crazy scenario for my interview process.

There was someone alone, waiting at the entrance to the restaurant. She was about my age, mid-twenties, dressed in a lilac colored blouse tucked into a nicely fitting skirt falling just above the knee. She watched as I approached and it occurred to me that she was doing the exact same assessment of me.

She smiled and we both said hello at the same time, then laughed a bit nervously. I asked if she was alone and she said yes and then asked me the same. A hostess arrived and asked if we were together.

“Why not?” My about-to-be dining partner said. 

“Ok, yes. We are together,” I agreed.

We were seated and the hostess left. We introduced ourselves to each other. Her name was Erica and she was a teacher from Kansas. I lied and told her my name was Jennifer and that I was from Massachusetts.

Did she know about me? Was she here for the same reason? We avoided these questions and made small talk about where we were from and how exciting it was to be in DC. It was her first time, but I had been before on a class trip in middle school. 

“What do you do?“ she asked.

“I just finished grad school and I’m looking for work. I would really love to use my degree and get a job with the State Department.” 

“You’re here for an interview, aren’t you?” 

My inability to employ any semblance of a cover story was getting to be an annoyance. My mind raced for the right thing to say, but I knew it was pointless to lie. I told Erica the truth, gambling that she was there for the same reason.

“Yeah, so am I.”

We sat in silence for a moment, looking at each other until she said something totally unexpected.

“This is making me want to fuck so bad I can’t stand it anymore.”

“Unbelievable. You said exactly what I’ve been feeling.”

“Yep, best aphrodisiac ever, at least so far in my life.”

We were both speaking at barely above a whisper at this point.

“Aren’t you wondering if they’re watching or listening to you?”

“Let them. If they are, maybe it would be best to give them something to watch. I came prepared.”

“You’ve lost me, what do you mean by prepared?

“I brought along some of my favorite things. If they have so little to do that they need to watch me fuck myself with a dildo, then the least I can do is provide some entertainment.”

I never thought of things quite like Erica, but it did make me reconsider the reality of being under surveillance. Besides, this was an interview for highly specialized analysts, not sexless saints, and even if they did have video of us masturbating, so what? It’s essentially useless information to anyone because sex, solo or otherwise, in the privacy of your own room, only matters if you want to keep it secret. If you don’t care, why would anyone else?

Then I surprised myself with the directness of my next thought, which I said aloud.

“Maybe we can give them a show together!”

I felt myself blush and instantly wished I hadn’t said it.

“Great idea!“ Erica replied with surprising enthusiasm. “When they see two of their candidates go into a room together, that will get some attention.”

“You were so right! This is the best aphrodisiac ever. I’m hungry. Why don’t get something that we can take with us?”

With that, we ordered some food, a bottle of red wine, and two glasses to go. 

We went to her room since she had all the toys, but I stopped by my room on the way to grab my own lube, some comfy clothes, and my slippers. By the time I got to Erica’s room, she had already poured us each a glass of wine and had stripped down to her bra and panties.

Her skin was so smooth and white. I wondered if she had any tan lines. She handed me my glass and we opened up the boxes with our hotel food. We both had salads…nothing extraordinary, but we were both starving. 

“Unfair that you’re still dressed. Cute slippers, by the way.”

“I think it’s unfair that you don’t have the curtains open.”

Not sure why I was suddenly so daring, but I left my salad on the counter by the mini hotel coffee maker and strode over to the window, pulled the curtains open, and stood facing Erica with my back to the window, making a show of undressing for her with the late afternoon sun streaming into the room behind me. I reached behind my neck to undo my top, enjoying having her watch my every move as I brought my hands back over my shoulders and ran my fingertips lightly down around my breasts, tracing their outline through the thin fabric, then continuing down my sides. I unzipped my skirt and tugged the top up over my head and off, tossing it aside with a flourish then running my fingers through my hair. I looked over my shoulder through the window of her 12th floor room as I pulled my skirt down over my hips, revealing my smooth, firm runner’s thighs, then stepped out of it and dropped it near my top. 

“Nice moves, Jennifer. Did you notice anybody out there watching.”

“Not, yet. But, there are some windows in the building next to us with a nice view of your room. If I were doing surveillance…”

I turned and stood at the waist-high window in my bra and panties, pointing out, then continued…”I would be right over there.”

“Well, I’m glad you noticed. I wonder if they really would do that.”

What was I doing? This was crazy risking everything with someone I had just met. She could be an agent sent to see if anyone would take the bait. Was it too late to turn back? I decided at that moment that I could trust her.

“You better finish your salad. I’m so ready to play, but not while you’re eating.”

I walked back over to the counter to finish eating, and we talked about our preferences. I was getting really wet just talking about it. She really wasn’t into sex with other women, but she said she loved to watch others masturbate. I told her I was bi, but mostly preferred sex with women. She had finished eating and while we talked I noticed her starting to massage herself through her panties.

“I would like to at least kiss you,” I said after finishing my salad and having a sip of wine.“If you’re not ok with that, it’s fine, but I love kisses.”

“If it makes you feel better. It’s ok with me. I love hugs, too.”

She stood and came to me and we kissed. She pulled me close and we held each other after the kiss. It felt so good, but I let go. I was definitely attracted to her, but resisted the temptation to push against her limits.

“You have really firm thighs!“

“I run to stay in shape.” I replied.

“Were you thinking about more than just kissing?”

I hesitated before saying no, but it came out sounding like a question.

“You really do suck at lying. I don’t want to fuck you, but I do want to watch you fuck yourself. That’s the truth. Do you use a toy?”

“I didn’t bring any, but I wouldn’t want to…”

“Don’t worry, I keep them clean and I have a new dildo if you want to try it.”

“Sure, yes, I’ll try the new one.”

Erica opened her bag and pulled out a clear glass dildo with a round bulb at one end and two bulges along the shaft. I wanted it in me the second I looked at it, imagining how it would feel pushing the head into myself, spreading me apart. 

“Are you sure?” 

“Yes, sweetie. I am going to love watching you with this in you.”

I had my own lube and took the toy from Erica over to the queen bed closest to the window. She had already pulled the sheets down on both beds. All I had to do was get the pillows just right, pull off my panties and get in bed. I sat nearly upright on the bed, leaning back on the pillows, and spread my legs. 

Erica sat on the edge of the other bed and watched me rub some lube into my dark pink inner lips and onto the glass, then rub the tip of it up and down my slit, teasing my clit with it before pushing back down spreading myself with the big round end. I had never used a glass dildo and was fascinated watching it go in, being able to see through it as my vagina opened and wrapped itself around the tip, enveloping it. I held it there for a moment, then slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in just far enough to cover the tip again. 

“This is fucking awesome!” I said after about the fourth time doing the same little trick

“It looks amazing from here, too. Just wait until you start going deeper and feel those bulges.”

“I thought this was new?”

“It is! I’ve only used it twice, so it’s practically new.”

“Fuck it, I don’t care.”

I pushed it in deeper, going slow and feeling myself open wider and then close around each bulge until the tip was as deep inside me as it could go. And Erica was next to me enjoying her fingers through obviously wet panties. She reached into the bag, which was beside her on the bed, and pulled out a sleek silver vibrator, stood up and took her panties off, turned on the vibrator and stood beside my bed while slowly inserting it halfway into herself. I watched as she held it firmly in place and rocked her hips forward and back, fucking herself faster and faster next to me while I also picked up the pace, the noise of our wet pussies and her vibrator punctuated by uncontrolled moans of pleasure. I came and let out load gasps and Erica came soon after, repeatedly saying variations of fuck, yes, and fuck yes! I had the sensation of flowing from one orgasm to another for what seemed like minutes. When it finally started to subside, she had collapsed on her bed, lying on her side watching me.

“Cum enough?” She asked.

“That was insane! I have never had orgasms like that. I don’t know what it is, but oh fuck that was unbelievable. I just kept cumming”

“My turn with the glass, sweetie.”

We both laughed and kept on, getting naked together and thoroughly enjoying a night dedicated to unrelenting release through orgasms. 

The next day, after the interviews, our respective taxi drivers returned us to the hotel. Erica and I met at the bar.

“They told me to never talk about any of this. Not the process, the content of our interviews, nothing,” Erica said after sitting next to me at the bar.

“Me, too. They said exactly the same thing.”

“Were you called back for more interviews tomorrow?”

“Yes, but it’s just for show,” I replied.

“Incredible! It worked!”

“Yes, it did. They told me that, off the record, they don’t usually pay much attention to what goes on at the hotel, but the two of us got their attention, which was really stunning.”

“They said that to me! And they said we depend on trust, and you two are team players…’just what we’re looking for’, but they also mentioned you by name, Fonda”

“Ok, that was unexpected. Yep, I lied about my name, but I didn’t know if I could trust you or not at first. Oh, and by the way, they told me your name, too, Sophia.”

“Want to get a bottle of wine to go? More interview prep in my room?”

“At this point, dear, I think it’s expected. Let’s grab your toys on the way to my room. We can get my sheets dirty tonight.”