Los Sudores de la Entrevista

The heat hit me like a wall the moment I pushed open the sauna door. Lena was already there, stretched out on the top bench, a towel barely covering her thighs. My new boss. The woman who'd just hired me an hour ago.

"You're late, Mark." Her voice was calm, but her eyes traveled down my body. "I told you, I conduct the real interview here."

I stood there in my suit, sweat already beading on my forehead. "I didn't realize you meant literally."

"Strip." She said it like she was ordering coffee. "The heat will get to your clothes anyway."

My fingers fumbled with the buttons. She watched, unblinking, as I pulled off my jacket, my shirt, my pants. I kept my boxers on.

"Those too." She tilted her head. "Don't be shy. I've already seen your resume."

I let them fall. My cock was already half-hard, and she noticed, a small smile playing on her lips.

—Ven aquí.

I climbed up to her bench. She shifted, letting the towel fall away. Her breasts were full, nipples dark and hard from the heat. She reached out and wrapped her fingers around my cock, stroking slowly.

"I like to know what I'm working with," she said, her thumb rubbing over the head. "Turn around. Lean against the wall."

I did. The wood was hot against my palms. I felt her breath on my back, then her hand sliding down my stomach, guiding me. The tip of her tongue traced my spine, making me shiver despite the heat.

"Lena..."

"Quiet." Her hand gripped my hip. "I'm inspecting."

She knelt behind me, and I felt her mouth on my ass, her tongue pressing against me. I gasped, my forehead against the wood. She licked slowly, deliberately, her fingers digging into my cheeks.

"God..." I groaned.

She pulled away. "On your back."

I turned. She straddled me, her pussy already slick against my stomach. She reached between us, guiding me to her entrance, and sank down in one slow, deliberate motion.

"Fuck..." Her head fell back. "You feel better than you look on paper."

I gripped her thighs as she began to move, a slow grind at first, then faster. The heat of the sauna wrapped around us, sweat slicking our skin. She rode me hard, her breasts bouncing, her breath coming in sharp gasps.

"Harder," she demanded. "Fucking harder."

I flipped her over, pinned her wrists above her head, and drove into her. The bench creaked beneath us. She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me deeper.

"Yes... right there... don't stop..."

Her nails raked my back. I buried my face in her neck, tasting salt and skin. Her moans grew louder, her body tensing beneath me.

"I'm going to..."

"Come for me," I growled. "Now."

She did, crying out, her inner walls clenching around me. I followed a second later, spilling into her with a shuddering groan.

We lay there, breathing hard, the sauna's heat still pressing in. She reached up and touched my cheek.

"Good interview." Her lips curved. "You're hired."