Chapter 14: Job Interview (FF oral rom cons)

After school, Sonja’s green BMW pulled next to Jemmlar Meats.

Meris was already unbuckling her seat belt before the car stopped and as soon as it did, she was out, practically bouncing. “Sonja! Come on!”

Sonja crawled out of her car much slower, but a smile on her face. Locking the door, she followed after the bouncing girl who disappeared into her father’s shop. She followed, her palms brushing against the cold metal of the door.

Inside, Meris was calling for her dad, holding the “Help Wanted” sign like a shield. “Dad! Dad!”

Meris’ father came out, half concerned, “Meris? What’s wrong?”

She bounced over to him, “Sonja wants to apply!”

Relief flooded across his face and he gave Sonja an appraising glance, his face serious. “Have you ever butchered meat?”

Sonja shook her head, not wanting to mention Rick's cock, “No, sir.”

“Call me Gerald, Sonja, I haven’t been a ‘sir’ since I left the military.”

Nodding, Sonja gave him a smile.

“Well, normally, I wouldn’t even consider letting a girl on the floor,” Meris made a little whimpering noise, “But, you don’t seem to mind at all, judging from the number of times you’ve watched me work.”

Sonja shook her head and smiled, remembering all the times they studied in the butchering room, with the sounds of meat being carved coupled with math or humanities. Meris grinned herself; Sonja could see that she was getting more and more excited by the moment.

He took another look at her, this time at her outfit. “Do you have something else to wear? Something that you don’t mind getting bloody? That blouse looks expensive and this is bloody work.”

She hefted her bag, which she brought with her, “I have my old workout clothes.”

“The cheer-leader outfit?” His eyes brightened.

Sonja laughed, “No, that would just look weird. I'm not in a horror movie.”

“Yeah, but it would bring a lot more business for me.”

She ignored the leer, “I’ll keep that in mind.”

“Well, get changed and we’ll see if you have any talent.”

Hefting her bag again, Sonja headed to the bathroom. Meris started to follow her, but stopped in the cutting room, where the Latinos were already hacking cuts from a large slab of meat. Sonja continued alone and changed into a better outfit, a pair of sloppy workout clothes without too many holes. The sleeves were stained from Sonja's effort on the guillotine in her basement.

Back in the cutting room, Gerald showed her one of the knives. With a beefy hand, he pointed to the slab of meat, “Cut here, right along this line here. We want something about a quarter inch wide, about six inches long. This is called a...”

It was a hard four hours of work by the time they finished. Sweating, she set down the heavy blade and looked at the carcass she was working on. Gerald grunted, as close as he got to a compliment in this first day.

“Well, your technique needs some work, but you have the strength and you don’t miss as much as some of the boys. If you want it, you got the job. I could use you every week night and Saturdays, if you can give it to me.”

Sonja wiped her forehead, ignoring the smear of blood it left behind, “How about Monday, Wednesday, Friday, and Saturday. Four hours each except eight on Saturday?”

“Twenty hours? Sounds good. How about ten an hour, that's my starting rate.”

It was a far cry lower than she would have gotten with her mother’s connections, but it was a job she could enjoy. With a smile, she took the offered palm and shook it, ignoring the blood on both of their hands. “Sounds like a job, Gerald.”

He turned to Meris, “I have to head home, honey. Lock up the shop when she gets cleaned up?”

Meris bounced off the table she was sitting on and hugged her father. Sonja was startled at the hint of excitement, sexual excitement, that followed her. Blushing to herself, she headed to the bathroom to change.

As she stripped out of her bloody clothes, she heard the door of the shop opening and closing. Then, a tiny rap on the door.

“Sonja?”

Pulling off her shirt, Sonja responded. “Yeah, almost done, give me a second.”

The door opened and Meris was there, her eyes burning. A smile of lust seared across her face as she stepped inside the cramped bathroom. “I hope not completely done.”

“Meris?”

Soft hands reached out for her, stroking along her flanks as Sonja felt the delicious pleasure across her skin. “Oh... this isn’t the right place.”

Meris stepped closer, her breath hot against Sonja’s throat. “Please?”

Sonja wanted to resist for a moment, then gave into the pleasures, reaching out to slip her hands around Meris, leaning up against the sink. Their lips found each other, kissing passionately. Meris’ skin was hot and sweaty, her moans almost like a drug in the tiny room.

“Oh...” Sonja’s lips broke with a moan as Meris nuzzled along her chin, hands pulling apart her bra and stroking against hardening nipples. Sonja whimpered as Meris' hands stroked along her, cupping her and teasing at her panties as they were pushed down. Meris, filled with a burning passion, didn’t even slow down as she slowly lowered herself along Sonja’s body, leaning her even further along the sink as the mouth trailed down her cleavage and across her firm stomach.

“Uh... Meris...?”

The butcher’s daughter ignored her as she continued to kiss around Sonja’s hips, sparking the flames of excitement even as the fingers slipped down into her panties, teasing apart her legs to brush feather-light against the puffy folds of her sex. Somehow, the pale girl on her knees in front of her sent a flame of lust through Sonja as she felt the elastic of her underwear reach her knees, then to her toes. Lifting up one foot from the dirty concrete floor, she moaned as Meris slipped her hands back up, the delicate feeling of skin against her delicate flesh almost addictive.

Tiny fingers parted her labia, teasing at the fold of pleasure nestled within and moving back to the slick opening of her sex. Sonja gasped as she felt Meris finger her, slipping in and out until her channel drooled with ecstasy, a growing vibration of pleasure that burned along her naked skin, leaving her gasping for breath.

Words were lost as Meris smiled at her, one hand dropping to fumble at her own jeans, unzipping them. She felt, more than heard, her lover pushing a hand into her own pants. Then, to her surprise, she felt Meris’ hot breath against her sex, teasing her. A soft moan of anticipation grew inside her as Meris pushed her mouth up between her legs, tongue caressing her body with the hot slickness.

Her moan turned into a gasp, her fingers clutching to the edge of the sink, as Meris lapped into her, parting her labia with her tongue and circling around the wonderful focus of her pleasure, her clitoris. The one hand still in her sex swirled up and down inside her, slipping along her slicked channel even as the tongue teased around it, bring too many wonderful pleasures to handle.

Sonja felt her knees buckle from the intensity, her chest heaving as she tried to weather the storm of lust that poured into her, of her lover lapping and fingering. Below, she could hear the muted sounds of Meris’ fingers inside her, slick and slurping from hours of restrained excitement.

Releasing one shaking hand, she curled her fingers into Meris’ hair, feeling the girl as she lapped and sucked on her labia, pushing her quickly toward an intense cliff of an orgasm. She tried to stop her, but Meris pressed tighter against her, lifting up one leg to shove her tongue deep into the channel of her vagina, lapping hard until Sonja started to whimper from the pressure.

It snapped when she came, a powerful kick of ecstasy that exploded inside her. Despite her attempts to hold herself, she felt her hand pulling Meris harder against her sex, rocking her hips hard against the tongue, almost trying to drive her lover between her legs, inside her. A long wail of pleasure, a moan that refused to end, filled the tiny bathroom as stars exploded in her vision. Leaning back, she felt the grimy mirror against the back of her head, her legs lifting up to rest on Meris’ shoulders. That only served to let Meris drive in deeper, two fingers slurping quickly as the tongue danced and swirled, then gulped at the dripping juices.

Sonja’s heart pounded against her chest when Meris finally released her, both hands plunging into her pants, to frig herself hard. Sonja cracked open one eye to see the look of passion and lust, staring at her with shaking vision, the shoulders moving violently. Tiny gasps of pleasure called out as she started to call Sonja’s name.

“Sonja... oh, Sonja...” they continued as she heard and smelled Meris orgasm, a long crest of pleasure that left her pants soaking and her slumped against Sonja’s naked leg, panting heavily.

Overwhelmed, Sonja pushed her own shaking body off the mirror and stood up. Meris slipped her hands out of her jeans and wrapped them around Sonja’s legs, fingers still slick and wet.

“I love you, Sonja.”

Sonja smiled, stroking Meris’ hair as she caught her breath. Months of emotions finally gave themselves a name and Sonja realized that Meris was far more than just a friend. She was a lover, a friend, and probably the closest person in her life. The next words she said were almost the hardest ones she ever tried.

“I... I love you too, Meris,” she paused for a moment, then a smile quirked her lips, “but if we keep doing this, I’m going to have to pay your father.”

Meris giggled, which set off Sonja laughing. Soon, the tiny bathroom echoed with their mirth and the sounds of dressing. The only interruption was the frequent kisses.