T’ interview by abroadsword

“Don’t be late our Eileen,” Dan Micklethwaite advised his eldest daughter as he got ready to set off for his shift in’t mill, “Promptitude that’s what’s wanted.”

“Yes our Dad,” Eileen replied, as she tried not to worry about her interview for book keepers job at Grimshaws.

She weren’t prettiest of lasses, her hair were mousey, her tits weren’t nothing special and she hadn’t never had a proper boyfriend, but that ‘ent to say she were no virgin, oh no, the hearth brush handle had seen to that on more than one occasion though her kept that to herself.

She dressed sensible, that is to say in her best clothes bought special for Aunt Maud’s funeral six months since, grey skirt and white open neck shirt with a black jacket.

“Remember you want’s book keepers job, yer not a tart,” her Dad warned when she undid two buttons not one.

“Yes our Dad,” she replied.

“Eee, I can hardly believe it me little girl all growed up,” he sighed as he wished for the millionth time he’s wore a rubber when he scewed her mother against Abbotoire road railway bridge nigh on twenty years afore.

“Reet, now think on,” he said as he gently eased his Raleigh Elswick Special push bike out of parlour ready to set off down road towards t’mill.

Poor Eileen were in a right state, wi next to no brass coming in the whole family needed her to get job. Butterflies in her tummy weren’t nowhere in it, it were like she’d ate some maggotty meat and the whole damned lot had hatched as flies.

She decided a walk would do her good, round by gas works, down past where Langley Engineering used to be afore them went broke, down by Thornton and Rigsby Fueneral parlour and despite dawdling she were still nigh on twenty minutes early when she got to Grimshaw’s office on Guisley Road.

“Promptitude,” she remembered he dad saying so she screwed up her courage and pulled the bell cord. It were broke so she banged the door. Nothing. So she opened it.

“Yes?” some sour faced cow asked.

“I come for’t job,” she ventured.

“Well thee won’t get one on doorstep wll thee?” the woman sighed, “Upstairs, third on right and knock and wait to be asked in.”

“Oh, right,” Eileen agreed. She marvellled at the polished marble floor with “Grimshaws,” laid out in black on white background, the posh mahogany desk and matching chairs and that in reception room, and at the posh staircase wi pictures of Grimshaw’s old and new, all looing alike wi their great bushy beards, except the ladies of course.

She knocked timidly then again hard enough to hurt her knuckles.

“By ‘eck give us a minute you’ll have door off hinges,” Eli Grimshaw warned, as he had one of his assocates unlock the door.

“I’m here for t’ job Eileen said awkwardly.

“ About bloody time, get thee kit off and let dog see t’rabbit,” Eli said kindly.

“What?” Emily demanded.

“Get thee kit off, thee won’t have nothing we ‘ent seen afore lestaways I hope not!” Eli chuckled.

Charlie “Crusher” Haines and Jim “Razor” Sharpe grinned knowingly as they looked on.

“Look” Emily ventured.

“Does thee want job or not, if thee does get thee kit off, if thee don’t bugger off and stop wasting us time.” Eli explained patiently.

“We have a certain standard to mantain,” Razor explained, in a poncy southerner accent, “It’s not a big issue surely?”

“I never stripped before three blokes before,” Eileen admitted.

“I’ll help thee if thee likes,” Charlie offered.

Eileen looked on. Eli looked harmless enough, he could have passed for eighty with his bushy beard, Razor was younger, 40‘s maybe, all posh suit, off the peg Marks and Spencer not cobbled together in some back street sweat shop, while Charlie was quite a hunk.

Eileen needed the job and she seemed to be out of her body looking on as she started to undo her buttons.

“Bloody strip down not do a bloody striptease,” Eli cussed, “Can’t get staff can’t even get applicants.” he muttered.

Eileen were mortified as she carefully laid her blouse and skirt on chair. She hadn’t expected this of she’d have got some new knickers as hers had a big hole in.

“No Brazier,” Sharpe observed, “Nice firm titties, quite delightful.”

“And kinky knickers, thee could gve her one thrugh t’ hole wi out tekkin’ em off!” Charlie observed.

Eli smiled “Reet lass hop up on desk and lets have a look, best drop knickers so’s we can get a close up.”

Eileen gulped but she dropped her knickers to floor and hopped up on desk in just her smart black shoes and white ankle socks.

“Ee, tha’ looks champion,” Eli said admiringly as in moving from behind desk to in front he reached down his trousers and aimed hs swelling cock somewhere more comfortable.

Razor also looked on approvingly, “Quite delectable, vieginal almost, you’re not I presume?.”

“No,” Eileen replied, none too sure if she were or not as if wanking counted she weren’t but if it didn’t she were.

“Quite excellent, somewhat bushy and unkempt,” Razor obsrved as he stepped closer and ran his fngers up her inner thighs, “And so soft.”

Eileen felt awkward, legs spread wi her whatsits on show and a bloke fondling her, she wanted to lay back and let him do it but thought that would be unprofessional. That didn’t stop her getting very excited and wet at the thought though.

“And easily entered,” Razor commented as he worked the index fngers of both hands inside her eased her lower lips apart for a better view.

“Out way, let dog see rabbit,” Eli ordered.

Eileen looked on. Eli had took his trousers and pants off and stood wi only his shirt and socks on, he looked about eighty but his cock were cock of much younger bloke.

“Bloody ‘ell!” cried Eileen.

“Fear not it’ll fit,” Eli assured her, “Might need a good push mind, thee better brace thee self.”

Eileen probably ought to have said no, no way, bugger that for a lark, you can stuff the job, o summat but the thought of all that solid meat going inside her turned her head and she gripped edge of desk firm like and spread her legs as far apart as they would go.

The tip of Eli’s cock rubbed up Eileens inner thigh sending shivers of anticipation coursing through her veins, it touched her lips and tentatively and sensitively ventured inside. Through the narrows where her muscles relaxed to alow its passage and on into the caven leading to he womb.

Almost before she realised Eli’s hairy crotch banged her minge and his cock were right up her.

“By ‘eck lass, thee’s sommat special.” Eli chuckled as he happily ploughed her.

“Oooohhh,” Eileen cooed with pleasure as he thrusted in and out.

“You had a three some?” Eli aked.

“No, whay’s that?” she asked.

“Aye its a rare treat, girls love it, give her one up t’ass an all our Charlie,” Eli suggested.

“Right ho gaffer,” Charlie replied as he dropped his smart gery flannel trousers and hung them neatly over a chair back.

Eli grabbed Eileen around the waist and lifted her bodily off of the desk and cock walked her around in a circle so his ass were against desk and her ass hole were exposed ready for Charllie to shove his cock in.

Charlie finished aranging his clothes and smeared his cock with olive oil so’s he’d slide in a bit easier. Even so it were a struggle but his efforts pushed Eileen onto Eli’s cock. Pain and pleasure mingled making her cry out,butb after a bit of a struggle he were in her and she felt she were being torn in half with two cocks near touching each other inside her.

“It’s all very elegant and delightful but I do rather feel like a spare member at a funeral,” Razor observed.

“Stand on a chair and let her suck thee off then,” Eli chuckled, “Have a foursome, bit o team building and that.”

Razor ended up stood on desk and even then Eileen had to turn her head right round.

She weren’t too sure how to suck cock but Razor just shoved it in and started fucking her face so she let him get on with it, just grabbing a bit of a breath when she could.

She was close to passing out when everything went purple and sparks flew in her brain as she had probably the best orgasm she’d ever had wi Eli spunking up her and Charlie takin the cue and spunking up her ass while Razor joined in and damned near choked her by spunking down her throat.

“ ‘ E’ee that’s what we’s lookin’for, tart wi talent,” Eli suggested.

“Gets my vote,” says Charlie.

“Agreed,” adds Razor as he hauled his cock back in his pants.

“How do you fancy Buxton Road from Marks and Spencer to Timothy Whites?” Eli enquired, “Ten bob a week up front or half thee tekkins.”

“What?” Rileen gasped.

“Prime spot for whorin’” Buxton Road Eli explained.

“I’m not no whore, I’m here for book keeper’s job!” Eileen explained.

“Oh,” Eli replied, “Oh, bloody hell, thee’s not bloody due yet and then its next door.”

“This is Micklethwaite and Frickley Insurance Associates.” Razor explained, “We offer insurance to street walkers and regulate the industry.”

“What MAFIA” Eileen gasped.

No one said anything.

“Grimshaw’s office is next door lass,” Eli explained, “Best get theeself cleaned up.”

Eileen quickly grabbed her clothes and angrily began to dress, she pulled up her knickers so firmly that the hole tore some more.

“Wash thee face in bog first,” Eli suggested, “And gargle, thee’s got spunk on thee chin.”

Eileen was mortified, she nearly went home but something Eli said or inferred made her stay.

She washed as best she could and dutifully knocked on the right door bang on ten o’clock.

“Come in,” Eli said cheerily.

She went in, Eli was sitting behind another large mahogany desk, this time her were on hs own. “Look have I got job or not?” she asked.

“Can I fuck thee through hole in thee’s knickers w out thee having to drop’em?” Eli asked.

“How should I know?” Eileen demanded.

“Shall us try?” he asked.

“If I got job.” Eileen replied, “ I got me diploma in maths and that.”

“Well see I want’s a bit on’t side, not flashy so every bugger is always tryin’ to fuck her all’t time,” Eli explained, “ but willing and.”

“I’ll stop thee there,” Eileen says, “I en’t being no one’s bit on’t side, I’s got me future to think on, Book keeper that’s what I’m after, not whore or tart.”

“Reet, well thee can have book keeper’s job if tha’ lets I fuck thee when I want’s,” Eli offered.

“And when I get’s caught out and up duff?” Eli enquired.

“I know’s a woman as ‘ll sortb thee out,” Eli explained, “Its no fun being in’t prime o’ me life and me wife havin’ buggered off wi me top salesman.”

“I want’s it in writin’ mind,” Eileen insisted.

“And I want’s to stick me cock through hole in thee knickers and fuck thee.” Eli replied.

“In writing first,” Eileen insisted.

Eli quickly scribbled a job offer. Eileen read it and smiled. Success. She had her job and pretty soon she would have Eli’s cock up her again.

“What if me Dad chucks me out for screwin’ thee?” Eileen asked.

“Thee’ll have to sleep along a me won’t thee.” Eli confirmed.

“Then best see if thee can get thee cock through hole in me knckers,” Eileeen agreed.

As it happened they couldn’t fit his cock through hole so they tore it some more until there was hardly anything to preserve her modesty and then they managed it.

And three times more afore dinner bell sounded.

As bell sounded Eileen rushed home to tell her Mam what had happened.

Grinshaws van were outside and van man were inside. Her mam were bent over scullery table wi her shirt up he back and knckers down while Grimshaw’s man screwed her from behind.

“I got job mam,” she said, “You never said you was gong back on’t game?”

“I ent but he got lovely blue eyes,” she said wistfully.

“And tw and sixpence,” Van driver said, “Where’s thee kit, Mr Grimshaw said to tekk it up t’house as thee were his new bit on’t side.”

“Bugger me, thee as bit on’t side, what’s world comin’ to, is ‘ee blind or summat?” her mam ventured.

“Nah jealous bugger is Mr Eli since his wife buggered off wi salesman.” said the van man wi out pausing wi his fucking, “Wan’t thee where he can see thee.”

Eileen smiled, no more kipping in single bed wi her three sisters, or wanking wi hearth brush, she had fallen on her feet wi out a doubt.

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