The ATAPAW Agency - 1: The Job Interview

Need a girl? Need her now? ATAPAW is for you - Any Time, Any Place, Any Where.

As a man in his early 50's, Colin Crabbe was far from computer literate, but even he could use the ATAPAW website.
He worked through a few simple security checks and then half a dozen straightforward menus to specify his requirements.
That was all.
He hit the "Enter" button.

The algorithm performed its magic and quickly recommended three options.
Three attractive young ladies, all within his desired age range and who all appeared to possess the physical attributes that he had requested. He zoomed in on their images just to be sure.

They all looked great, but he was interested in more than just their looks, so he read their biographical notes carefully, trying to find the best possible match.

He made his choice.
Bianca.
She was perfect.
He couldn't wait to meet her.
He hit the "Accept" button and entered his payment details.

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It was two days since Patricia had received the "ping" on her mobile phone to confirm her booking.

She hadn't been with the Agency for long, but it was working out well.
Despite being called "Any Time Any Place Any Where", the Agency allowed its "associates" total flexibility.

She simply told them what hours she would prefer to work and what services she was willing to provide, and their software matched her with potential clients.

It would then "ping" any possible bookings through to her phone and if she confirmed her availability, and the client chose her, then the deal was done.
The Agency would collect the fee and she would get her share at the end of the week.

It was as simple as that and it totally fitted her student lifestyle
Better still, she was really enjoying the work.

She'd already taken half a dozen bookings and they'd all gone well.
She'd performed all the tasks that her clients had requested on the website and none of them had pressed her for anything more.
They had all been very respectful.
She'd served them well and they appreciated it.

They'd all given her good feedback and, in fact, she just needed a few more gold star reviews and she'd be able to increase her hourly rate.

She hoped she could make Mr Crabbe happy too. She would be meeting him for the first time that afternoon and she wanted to look her best.
She thumbed through her wardrobe, to select her outfit. She had lot to choose from.
Nurse, college girl, traffic warden, nun, cheerleader, air hostess, secretary - yes, secretary, that was the one!

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Crabbe's office wasn't too hard to find and Patricia arrived there a few minutes early.
She took a deep breath and pressed the intercom button.

"Good afternoon, Crabbe Enterprises Limited,"

"Good afternoon." She used her most confident voice.
"I have an appointment for two o'clock, with Mr Crabbe. My name is Bianca." (she wasn't going to use her real name was she?) "I believe he's expecting me."

"Very good.
You'll find us on the second floor."

The door opened and "Bianca" stepped into the lobby.
The building was shared by a number of businesses and she suddenly felt extremely self conscious, passing smartly dressed office workers as she made her way through the corridors. It was even worse in the lift - everybody seemed to be looking at her strangely.
Was it just because she was an unfamiliar face or was it because they knew what she was and why she was there?
How many other girls had Crabbe had in his office?
What kind if a man was he?

She paused outside his door.
She was beginning to have second thoughts.

But no, she was better than that.
She was a professional.
She had been offered a job and she had accepted it.
The man has even paid for her services in advance.
Okay, she steeled herself and sent a text to the Agency confirming that she was "on site".
This was it.
She straightened her back and knocked on the door.

It was answered by a slightly overweight man wearing horned spectacles and a well worn suit.
He appeared to have all his own hair, but it seemed unnaturally dark and she suspected it may have been dyed, particularly as he had flecks of grey in his eyebrows.

"Good afternoon. I suppose you must be Bianca."

"Yes", she smiled, "The Agency sent me."

"Very good.
My name is Colin Crabbe, but you will call me Sir."
You do know why you're here don't you?"

Bianca thought he was surprisingly stern so she sought to lighten the mood with a suggestive response.
"Why yes Sir. I'm hoping to take the erm, "secretarial position"," she replied with a husky voice, raising her eyebrows and licking her lips.

He smiled, appreciating the double entendre and replying with one of his own, "Oh I think that's it's more of a personal assistant role - a very personal assistant..."

He invited her into his office and took her jacket, hanging it on the wall.

Bianca surveyed her surroundings.
It did indeed appear to be a genuine office in a genuine business
There was a desk with an in-tray, a computer and a phone (it was a real one too - not a mobile, but an actual land line).
And that wasn't all.
There were filing cabinets, wall charts, even a photocopier.
Everything you might expect, except for colleagues.
They were completely alone.

Crabbe sat behind his desk in his big old fashioned revolving leather chair.
Bianca stood facing him - there was no where for her to sit.

"Now then girl, let me take a look at you."

She assumed that was her cue to undress and reached for her blouse button.

"No, no girl! Why are you in such a hurry?
Just stand for a moment, turn around, let me see you."

She did as he asked.
She could keep her clothes on all day if that was what he wanted, she was getting paid by the hour, so it made no difference to her.

Crabbe did take his time.
He was enjoying the sight, Bianca was exactly what he'd ordered.

Five foot four in height.
A curvy, busty 19 year old brunette with a pleasing smile and what he estimated to be a 34-24-34 figure.

She was dressed perfectly too.
A white, button up blouse, showing just the right amount of cleavage.
A thigh length black skirt that gripped her arse nicely.
Sheer black stockings that he was confident were being held up by the sexiest suspenders.
And a pair of strappy heels that elongated her legs and accentuated her well rounded arse.

She even seemed to have a good personality.
Her "secretarial position" quip has been witty and saucy and she was obviously eager to please - she'd already tried to take her blouse off, within even being asked.

Oh yes, an hour or so with Bianca was going to be money very well spent!

"Very nice.
Very nice indeed."
He paid her a compliment, without going over the top.
"As you know, I'm looking for a new Assistant.
I suppose you are expecting a traditional job interview, but I really don't see the point of that.
I would simply ask you a series of predictable questions and you would recite the standard answers that you'd found on the internet.
I wouldn't help me to determine your suitability for the role at all.
No, I am going to do something else instead.
I prefer a more practical assessment."

"Okay..." Bianca replied in a nervous fashion, with her eyes to the floor. "What do you have in mind?"

"An aptitude test.
A chance for you to prove that you have what it takes."

"Okay, I'll do my best Sir. I do hope you'll find my performance satisfactory."

Crabbe cleared his throat - the girl was certainly up for it.

"Well, I am looking for some very specific skills.
I need an intelligent girl with a good memory, who can follow instructions and work on her own initiative.
Obviously she needs to be reliable, but she also needs to be prepared to face the consequences if she makes a mistake.
How does that sound?"

It sounded very much as Bianca has expected. It matched what he'd requested on the website.
They were very much on the same page.
It was time to let him play out whatever fantasy he had in mind.

"You're in charge Sir."

"Very good.
Now, as I said it is most important that my girl has a first rate memory.
I find that people can often recall unusual events in great detail, but tend to forget the more mundane and every day.
So, tell me.
What underwear did you put on today?"

That certainly wasn't a standard question at a job interview, but it was a familiar theme of conversation in Bianca's line of work.
She answered calmly.

"I bought a new white bra, especially for this interview.
It had to be white or you'd be able to see it through my blouse.
Erm, it's quite low cut too because er... well," she giggled, "you know.
And I'm wearing a pair of matching white panties, because I like sets, and er, oh a black suspenders, if you count those as underwear."

"That's a very full and precise answer, but I will need to see whether it is correct. "

"Of course, Sir. Would you like me to take off my skirt and blouse now, or later in the interview Sir?"

He had to clear his throat again - she was far more compliant than he had expected.
"I always say there's no time like the present," he replied with all the authority he could muster.

"Very wise, Sir."
Bianca began to unbutton her blouse.
Starting at the top and working down.
There was no urgency and no attempt to tease.
She was simply obeying her Sir's instructions, as she knew she should.

Crabbe watched her closely.
Savouring every moment as she slowly revealed the "barely there" bra that sruggled to contain her bountious breasts.
He wanted to tell her how beautiful they were, but that wasn't part of his script. He contained himself and merely commented.
"Well that's definitely white.
I'll need to check the panties too."

Bianca was already unbuttoning the waistband.
She couldn't help but tease a little this time, as she wriggled out of her tight little skirt, shaking it down to the floor.

She stood straight and still, as Crabbe walked around her, caressing her with his eyes, surveying every inch of her flesh and every curve of her body.

He restricted his comments to her clothing.
"Yes, yes, very good.
White panties and black suspenders, just as you said.
I don't think I need have any concerns about your memory."

He returned to his chair, lay back for a moment, taking a deep breath to control himself.
"Now I need to find out how well you can take instruction."

Bianca nodded.

"I need you to take that underwear off and step forward towards my desk."

"Yes of course Sir," she smiled eagerly.
"All of it, Sir?"

"Erm no, you may leave the suspenders on?"

"Just my knickers and my bra then?"
She reached behind her back and unhooked, enjoying the tease.

Her breasts tumbled free and then hung from her body, unfettered as she leant forward to slip off her panties.

She stood straight once more, allowing Sir to admire the view.

Her bare boobs standing proud and firm as though they didn't even require the support of a brassiere.
Her nipples hard and pointing directly at Crabbe, begging for his touch.

And the mound of her neat, shaven pussy, framed by the black band of her stockings and suspenders, unashamedly displayed for his approval.

This was his fantasy.
He had nurtured it and refined it for so long and now it was happening.
It was really happening.
And it was even better than he had ever dared hope it would be.
He went for the next step.

"Now, come here.
Sit on the edge of my desk.
And spread your legs."
He had to clear his throat again.
"Wide."

Bianca was taken by surprise this time, but she did as she was told without a word.
She was a supple girl, perfectly able to do the splits without difficulty.
She sat and spread her legs wide, displaying her sex as fully as any woman could.
Her pussy was little more than a foot from Crabbe's face, so close that he could probably smell it.

"Touch yourself." He commanded with an attempt to exude authority.
"Wank for me."

It was an unexpected request.
Bianca's clients usually wanted to the ones that played with her pussy, but there was no need to be churlish about it.
She did have plenty of experience at getting herself off!

She knew precisely where to touch and how to touch it.
What to rub, what to stroke, what to tease.
She knew the perfect pace and the perfect rhythm.

She went for it!
Showing off her skills.
Frigging herself like no one was watching.
Working her fingers inside and out.
Playing her pussy and pawing her tits.
Stimulating her clit and her G spot with far greater expertise than any man could muster.

She rode on a wave of endorphins, carrying herself towards her climax.
A shuddering gushing tumult that almost shook her off the desk.

She lay there naked, wet and wanton. In a world of own, actually hoping that she would pass the interview and get the job.
It took her a few minutes to clear the fog of her euphoria and remember that she was already doing the only job that Crabbe wanted her to do.

He went to get her glass of water.
He hadn't done with her yet, but she looked like she needed a break.

"Well I think I can have every confidence in your ability to follow my instructions," he smiled, "but I do need to discover how well you cope if you give me cause to chastise you."

"How do you mean Sir?" She was still a little groggy.

"Even the best employees make mistakes sometimes and it's important that when they do, they can face the consequences."

Bianca was getting the picture.
He had ticked the "spanking" box on the website, after all.
There was no need for him to "beat about the bush". He could simply tell her what he wanted.
But perhaps he needed her to lead him to it.

"What sort of consequences do you have in mind Sir?
Would it just be a telling off, or... well something worse."

"In my experience telling a girl off is rarely enough, she'll just shrug it off.
It won't actually teach her anything at all.
What she really needs is a punishment that will sting and live long in her memory..:

"You mean sting like that corporal punishment that they used to give naughty schoolgirls in the olden days?"

"That is precisely what I mean.
I find it is still the most effective way to keep a young lady in order."

"So you want give me a spanking Sir?
Do you want to do it to me... now?"

"If you're ready.
It is one of the aptitude tests."

"Well, erm..." she put on an act, "okay, but I've never had it before, so don't be too hard.
I'll just put my knickers back on."

"No, Bianca.
No knickers, I only spank on the bare."

"Oh!"

"Now, come here and lay yourself across my lap."

"Oh but Sir," she gave him a wink, "I think I'm still a bit, erm, wet down there. I wouldn't want to get your trousers dirty.
Maybe you should take them off..."

He told her do it for him and then bend over his knee and await her fate.

Bianca was no stranger to a spanking.
It was one of the services that she offered and she knew that Crabbe had paid for it, but she a felt little trepidation, nevertheless.
She was always nervous when she submitted herself to a new spanker.

How hard would he hit her?
How many times would he strike?
How long would it go on?
Would it just be on her bottom, or did have more in mind?
What would he use?
Would it just be his hand or would it be something worse, maybe much worse?
Could she take it?
And would he stop if she asked him too?

There were so many questions, so many doubts but.... they would all be answered, soon.
She felt his hand on her buttock.
A big, strong, man's hand that almost covered the whole of her cheek.
It was just resting there - preparing for the moment.

It lifted off.
She tensed, awaiting its return.
It arrived with a "thwack" making her flinch and squeal.
She took the full force of his firm palm pounding her flesh.
It remained in place for a moment, his long fingers clawing at her cheek, copping a feel before repeating the dose. Spanking the other cheek a little harder.

She held still, becoming less vocal as she adjusted to the sting of the percussive blows across her backside.
Each strike rocking her forward across Crabbe's knee, creating a pleasant friction between the flesh of his thigh and her cunt.

He spanked patiently.
He was in no hurry.
He worked from cheek to cheek, building the pressure, watching her redden.
Beating her for his own pleasure - not for her discipline.

Bianca continued to move with the rhythm.
The heat in her backside plateaued.
His spanks conveyed no anger - they were arousing, erotic and welcome.

She was strangely disappointed when Crabbe announced that he would just give her just six more "hard and fast!"

He retired with a sore hand a tired arm.
She stood up on shaky legs with a burning bottom.
He was surprised that she felt no need to "rub it better".
It was clear that she had passed his test.
She was very capable of accepting his discipline.

It was time for her final challenge - to prove that she had the ability to work on her own initiative. An Assistant was supposed to make her boss's life easier, after all

"Erm," she mused, "what could I possibly do to help you with your work? I mean, you're so clever and you work so hard.
And I'm just a simple girl.
Erm...
If only there was some way I could make your day easier, and relieve you of some of the pressure."
She scratched her head for a moment
"Oh!
I know Sir!"
She jumped up enthusiastically.
"I could give you a massage."

She eased his jacket of his shoulders and went to work, squeezing and rolling his muscles to ease away the stresses and strains of running a business.

"Oh yeah. That's good."
Crabbe was enjoying her work, but Bianca wanted to do more for him and she sure he wanted it too.

"I think I can do better," she told him.
She dropped down to her knees and crawled under the desk.
"Close your eyes.
Breathe deeply.
And relax."

He followed her instructions.
And when he felt her pull his underpants down his thighs, his breathing became even deeper.

Bianca eyed his cock.
It was long and thick, but nothing she couldn't handle.

Crabbe flinched as her tongue licked the tip.
He tried to relax and savour the experience as it went on to swirl around the head, discovering the salty taste of his sweat and precum.

With his eyes still closed there was nothing to distract him from the magic of Bianca's ministrations.
All his worldly cares and concerns dissolved and he became completely absorbed by the actions of her mouth upon his manhood.

He felt the warmth of her breath.
The gentle hug of her lips, making their soft transit up and down his shaft.
Building the tension in his groin, edging him towards his primal imperative.
Then she began to hum...

"Fucking hell!"
No woman had ever done that to him before.

As if simply sucking wasn't enough, Bianca was now creating new levels of stimulation as her lips, tongue and cheeks vibrated around his throbbing cock.

He could barely contain himself.
His fantasy had become his reality and the finale was only moments away.

Bianca sensed that he was close and knew exactly how to complete their game.
She played her final card and eased forward taking him deep into her throat.

Crabbe was done.
Overpowered by the young girl's skill and application he shot his bolt.
Every last drop of his spunk surged into her lustful body.
She swallowed it all like a greedy little slut.
Opening her mouth to show that it was all gone and then batting her eyelids and smiling sweetly to ask,

"Was that okay Sir?"

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The aptitude tests were over (and Crabbe's time was up - he'd only booked 90 minutes).
Bianca went to the bathroom to clean herself up, while her "Sir" collected himself and recovered from his exertions.

He was back at his desk, pretending to be absorbed in his work when she returned to the office.
She was still naked, save for her stockings and suspenders. He couldn't help but watch her as she pulled her knickers back on.
She took up her bra next, taking a moment to untangle the straps.

"Let me help with that."
He took the skimpy garment from her hands and slid it back up her arms and over her tits, fastening it behind her, taking a moment to tenderly straighten the straps and adjust the cups to make sure that her boobs were being comfortably supported.
He stroked their soft flesh - touching her breasts for the very first time and promising himself that it wouldn't be the last.

It was almost ready to leave when she asked, "Well Sir, did I get the job, or not?"

He chuckled, "I have to say you were an excellent candidate. I do hope to be able to take advantage of your services from time to time, if that would be agreeable."

"It certainly would Sir," she smiled, "It's been a very interesting afternoon. Please feel free to contact me through the agency when I can be of further assistance."

"I certainly will, but before you go, could I give you this?" He handed her an envelope. "Just some travel expenses to make sure you get home safely.
And may I...? He leant in for an embrace.

That wasn't allowed, but she smoothly offered him her hand to receive a chaste and gentlemanly kiss.

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She walked back through the corridors with pride. She'd faced all of Mr Crabbe's tests and she'd come through with flying colours.
If there had been a real job on offer, there was no doubt that she would have been the outstanding candidate.

She looked at the well dressed young office girls in the corridor and the lift with pity.
She had earned more in 90 minutes than they would earn in days and she had received a handsome tax-free tip too! It would pay for much more than her bus fare home.

Her day's work was done, but office girls still had hours of drudgery ahead of them and their work was no where near as much fun as hers!

She texted the Agency to let them know she was safe and headed towards the bus station.
She was about to join the queue when there was a ping on her mobile.
There was another appointment available, if she wanted it.
She knew the location well - "Racy Lacy" - a specialist lingerie store just a few minutes away.
It was an unexpected opportunity, why not?
She was still feeling horny after her liaison with Crabbe and she hadn't even been fucked yet.

She hit the "Accept" button.

I'll tell you all about it in Part 2.