Unemployed Squirtmania #3
I’m going to send an internal email to their hiring team myself today, attaching this copy."
Kendall’s eyes widened, her heart hammering violently against her ribs. "Felipe... you would do that? You barely even know me."
Felipe lowered his pen, his hazel eyes locking onto hers with an absolute, unyielding intensity that made her entire body freeze. He leaned in closer, his voice dropping into a low, intimate register that made her nipples instantly harden into small, tight peaks against her black bodysuit.
"I know you're smart, I know you're driven, and I know you've been dealing with a broken system that doesn't appreciate what you have to offer," Felipe murmured, his thumb lazily tracing the edge of her portfolio.
"I enjoy helping people who deserve it, Kendall. And right now... I really enjoy helping you."
The underlying weight of his words was undeniable. The professional boundary was still there, but it had grown paper thin, vibrating with a heavy, thick sexual tension that made Kendall’s clit throb gently against her underwear.
"Thank you," she said, her voice trembling honestly. "I don't even know how to repay you for all of this."
Felipe’s smirk returned, a dark, wicked flash in his hazel eyes as he glanced down at her lips before looking back up. "Let's focus on getting you the job first, Kendall. Print out this updated version, apply to the Global Tech opening by tonight, and let’s see how fast they bite."
He was entirely right. Less than twenty-four hours after submitting the resume Felipe had rebuilt, Kendall received a notification that left her screaming with joy in her living room.
Global Tech Holdings wanted her for an initial phone screening, followed by a formal interview panel the following Monday.
She instantly opened LinkedIn, her fingers flying across the screen as she sent the news to Felipe.
Kendall: Felipe! You’re a wizard! Global Tech just emailed me! I have an interview panel on Monday morning! I can't believe it!
The response from his executive account came back almost immediately, thick with that mature authority she had become completely hooked on.
Felipe Vance: I told you they’d bite, Kendall.
Congratulations. But a panel interview is a different beast entirely.
They’re going to try to rattle you. You need prep.
Come over to my place tomorrow night—Friday around 8:00 PM.
I have a luxury apartment downtown near the riverwalk.
We’ll run through a full, late-night mock interview session until you can answer their questions in your sleep. Deal?
Kendall stared at the message, a sudden, violent wave of raw arousal crashing through her lower abdomen, leaving her pussy dripping wet against the fabric of her shorts.
A late-night session at his apartment. She knew exactly what crossing that threshold meant, and as she typed her response, her body was already screaming for it.
Kendall: Deal. Send me the address, Felipe. I’ll be there.
By eight o’clock on Friday night, the corporate skyscrapers of downtown had emptied out, leaving the streets quiet and draped in long, amber shadows.
Kendall stood in the polished marble lobby of The Meridian, an ultra luxury high rise overlooking the riverwalk.
Her heart was beating a wild, erratic rhythm against her ribs.
She was wearing a tight, sleeveless emerald-green ribbed dress that hugged every curve of her body, ending mid-thigh to expose her long, smooth legs.
She took a shaky breath, smoothing the fabric over her hips as the elevator chimed, whisking her up to the penthouse floor.
When she knocked on the heavy oak door of Apartment 42B, it opened almost instantly.
Felipe stood in the doorway, and the sight of him made Kendall’s breath catch completely.
He had shed his corporate suit. He was wearing a pair of dark, expensive lounge pants and a soft, black crewneck tshirt that stretched tightly across his broad chest and heavy shoulders.
Without the structured suit jacket, his classic masculine dad bod was on full display—thick, solid, and incredibly powerful.
His salt-and-pepper hair was slightly undone, and his sharp jawline was shadowed by a heavy layer of silver stubble.
"Evening, Kendall," Felipe murmured, his deep alto voice a low, gravelly rumble that sent a fierce, localized throb straight down to Kendall's pussy.
His hazel eyes darkened instantly, tracking slowly down the low cut neckline of her green dress, taking in the soft, rounding curve of her breasts before snapping back to her eyes.
"Come on in. You look absolutely beautiful."
"Thanks," Kendall whispered, stepping past him into the apartment.
The penthouse was stunning—hardwood floors, floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the twinkling city lights, and the faint, addictive aroma of Felipe's smoky cologne mixed with the clean scent of leather and expensive bourbon.
On the large mahogany desk in his study, a printed copy of her resume sat next to two glasses of amber liquid.
"Let's get a drink to take the edge off, and then we work," Felipe said, handing her a glass. His large, warm fingers brushed against hers, and the brief contact felt like a jolt of pure electricity hitting her skin.
For the next hour, the mentorship remained strictly professional, but the atmosphere inside the study grew suffocatingly thick with sexual tension.
Felipe sat behind his desk, while Kendall sat in a leather chair opposite him, running through the mock interview.
He was an intense, demanding coach. He didn't let her get away with weak answers, constantly pushing her to command her worth.
"Stop pausing before you talk about your salary expectations," Felipe commanded softly, leaning forward across the desk.
His broad chest nearly touched the wood, and Kendall found herself staring at the thick, masculine shape of his torso.
His presence was completely dominating. "You look them dead in the eye and you state your number like it's already a done deal. Try it again."
"My target compensation is seventy-five thousand," Kendall said, locking her blue eyes onto his, her voice trembling slightly from the sheer intensity of his gaze.
"Better," Felipe murmured, a slow, incredibly handsome smirk playing on his lips.
He tossed her resume onto the desk and stood up, walking around the mahogany wood until he was standing directly over her chair.
He was towering, his six foot frame casting a long shadow over her.
"In fact, your presentation is perfect, Kendall. You’re sharp, you’re articulate, and you’re completely ready to destroy that panel on Monday."
Kendall looked up at him, her heart hammering violently against her ribs like a trapped bird.
The professional exterior had completely dissolved under the weight of the late hour.
"I only know how to answer those questions because of you, Felipe. You’ve given me so much of your time. I don't even know how to begin to thank you."
Felipe didn't answer with words. He reached down, his large, broad hand gently cupping her jawline.
His thumb traced the soft curve of her bottom lip, his skin warm and lightly calloused.
Kendall froze, her breath catching in her throat as a massive wave of raw arousal crashed through her lower abdomen.
Her nipples instantly hardened into tight, prominent peaks against the thin ribbed fabric of her dress, and her pussy gave a heavy, needy twitch, a sudden rush of slick, hot lubrication soaking straight into her underwear.
"I didn't do it for a thank you, Kendall," Felipe whispered, his voice dropping into a dark, gritty register that made her entire body feel hyper-sensitive.
He leaned down, his face inches from hers, his hazel eyes completely focused on her mouth.
"I did it because from the very first moment I saw you on that riverwalk, all I've been able to think about is how much I want to take control of this gorgeous, horny body."
Kendall let out a soft, helpless whimper.
She was 24, she had only ever been with boys her own age who were clumsy and anxious.
She had never been pursued by a mature, powerful older man who knew exactly what he wanted and wasn't afraid to claim it.
The absolute dominance in his voice stripped away her last shred of hesitation.
"Felipe," she whispered, her hands flying up to grip his thick forearms, feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin. "Please. I've been thinking about you since Tuesday. I want you so bad."
Felipe let out a low, rough growl of pure satisfaction that vibrated deep in his broad chest.
He didn't hesitate. He hooked his large hands under her arms, lifting her effortlessly out of the chair as if she weighed nothing at all.
He slammed his mouth down onto hers in a deep, bruising, and completely possessive kiss.
Sasha—Kendall let out a sharp gasp into his mouth as his tongue parted her lips, drinking her in, tasting the sweet, dark heat of her mouth.
The physical connection exploded instantly.
Felipe’s kiss was dominant and entirely confident, his large hands sliding down her back to grip the soft flesh of her rear, pulling her hips forward until her crotch was pressed firmly against his thighs.
She could feel the thick, hard shape of his manhood straining against his lounge pants, and the sheer size and heat of it made her head spin with a frantic, desperate horniness.
Felipe broke the kiss for a fraction of a second, his hot breath brushing against her neck as his mouth moved to trail fierce, biting kisses down her throat, his silver stubble scratching delightfully against her sensitive skin.
"Let’s get you out of this study, Kendall," Felipe panted, his hands sliding down to the hem of her green dress, bunching the fabric up around her waist. "I want you in my bed. I'm going to show you exactly how an experienced man takes care of a woman."
Without waiting for a response, he swept her up into his arms and carried her straight down the hallway into his master bedroom, leaving the corporate world behind as they prepared to cross the age gap into a world of pure, uninhibited desire.