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Chloe sat at her desk, staring at the glow of her laptop screen, her fingers hovering over the keys, unable to type a single word. Her heart raced as the looming internship interview dominated her thoughts.
She’d been preparing for weeks—researching the company, practicing answers, doing mock interviews with her friends—but none of that seemed to matter now. All she could think about was the fact that in just a few hours, she’d be sitting face-to-face with Jason Harrington.
She couldn’t believe she was in this situation
As a college freshman, Chloe knew landing a summer internship with one of the top tech companies was a long shot. Most of her classmates weren’t even thinking about internships yet, but Chloe was different. She wanted to get a head start on her career, make a name for herself early on. But now that the moment was almost here, she wasn’t sure she was ready.
She closed her laptop with a sigh and ran a hand through her wavy blonde hair, trying to calm the growing anxiety swirling in her chest, and the wetness between her legs. Jason. That was the problem. Her mind kept coming back to him, and what she wanted to do with his big black cock.
She had met Jason once before at a campus coding workshop earlier in the semester. He was one of the guest mentors—tall, sharp, and effortlessly confident.
She remembered how she couldn’t stop staring at him during the session, wondering how big his dick was, her heart racing every time he glanced her way. He was older, already well-established in his career, while she was just a freshman trying to make sense of the college experience.
But it wasn’t just the fact that Jason was attractive and probably had a huge cock. It was that Jason was dangerously attractive and definitely had a big cock.
Chloe had struggled with her sexual impulses around men since arriving at college
She hadn’t intended for things to get out of hand, but the whirlwind of campus life, the new faces, and the excitement of freedom had swept her off her feet. Random hookups had quickly become a part of her college routine—something that both thrilled and terrified her.
She didn’t plan to turn into a dirty college cumslut. It just happened.
The late-night study sessions that turned into casual flirting, the campus parties that blurred into hazy nights she could barely remember, and the whirlwind of faces—one guy after another, each encounter leaving her feeling a little more slutty, a little more wild.
And now, she was about to walk into an interview with a man who represented everything she wanted professionally—but also created emotions she had no idea how to control.
The notification ping of her phone jolted her out of her thoughts. It was a message from her best friend, Maya.
Maya: “You’re gonna kill it today, Chloe! Just breathe and remember how amazing you are. You’ve got this!”
Chloe smiled at the text, even though the pit of anxiety in her stomach didn’t shrink. She hadn’t told Maya the whole truth about Jason or how nervous she was about seeing him again.
It felt too embarrassing to admit, even to her best friend, that part of her panic wasn’t just about the job—it was about being alone in a room with someone who made her pussy wet in ways she couldn’t control.
What would happen if he remembered her slutty outfit from the workshop?
Worse yet, what if he sensed the attraction she felt? What if he was also attracted to her and tried to fuck her?
Chloe pushed the thought aside and forced herself to focus on the task at hand. This was a professional setting, she reminded herself. Jason wasn’t some random college guy she’d flirted with at a party. He was an interviewer, and this was her opportunity to prove herself. She couldn’t afford to let her impulses get in the way—not this time.
She glanced at the time on her phone. Her interview was in an hour. She stood up from her desk, smoothing out her red sweater and adjusting the collar of her striped blouse. Her wavy blonde hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, and she wondered briefly if she looked too polished, too done-up. Would Jason notice? Would he think she was trying too hard?
“Stop it,” she muttered to herself, forcing her mind to focus. This was about the internship, not Jason. Not how he looked, or the fact that his smile had made her feel dizzy at that workshop months ago.
Chloe grabbed her bag and headed out of her dorm room, the late-spring breeze whipping against her as she walked briskly across campus. The sleek office building where the company had its local headquarters wasn’t far from campus, but with each step, her nerves seemed to intensify.
The pressure she felt wasn’t just about getting the job
It was about proving to herself that she could handle something so big—that she could sit in a room with someone like Jason and not be thinking about sitting on his cock, and keep her focus on her career.
Could she even do that?
The thought of her past hookups flickered in her mind. College had been one big learning curve, and not just academically.
She had discovered things about herself she hadn’t expected—like how easy it was to lose herself when she was drawn to someone.
It had been exciting at first, the casual thrill of it all, but now, standing on the cusp of something that could define her future, Chloe knew she couldn’t let those moments follow her into this room.
As she arrived at the glass doors of the office building, Chloe paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. Her hands were shaking, her nerves now a full-blown storm. She reminded herself why she was here—for the opportunity, for her future, for the career she had always dreamed of, not the fuck of a lifetime.
But the thought of seeing Jason again, of sitting across from him while he evaluated her every move, wondering if she would end up fucking him, sent a shiver of panic through her.
What if he remembered her? What if he could tell how flustered she was? What if he saw through the polished exterior and recognized the same nervous girl from the workshop—the one who couldn’t seem to keep her cool around him?
With a deep breath, Chloe pushed open the door and stepped inside. The lobby was sleek and modern, all glass and steel, and the receptionist greeted her with a bright smile.
Will she be able to complete the interview without fucking his BBC?
“I’m here for an interview,” Chloe managed to say, trying to keep her voice steady.
The receptionist nodded and directed her to a waiting area. Chloe sat down, her heart pounding in her chest. This was it. Her future was in the balance, and all she could do was hope that she could keep her nerves—and her emotions—under control.
A few minutes later, the door to the interview room opened, and there he was. Jason Harrington.
Her breath caught in her throat. He was just as she remembered—tall, black, confident, with that easy, charismatic smile. For a brief moment, their eyes met, and Chloe swore she saw a flicker of recognition in his gaze.
“Chloe,” Jason said, his voice warm and professional, but with a hint of familiarity. “It’s great to see you again.”
Her heart skipped a beat. He did remember her.
Chloe stood up, her legs feeling weak, and pussy soaked, as she forced a smile. “Thank you. I’m really excited to be here.”
Jason gestured toward the door. “Shall we?”
She nodded, her stomach twisting into knots as she walked toward the interview room. The air between them felt charged, heavy with unspoken sexual tension. What if he remembered more than just her name? What if he sensed the attraction she had been trying so hard to suppress? What if he just pulls his black cock out and fucks her tight white college pussy?
As the door closed behind them, Chloe’s heart raced. This was the moment. Everything was on the line.
And she had no idea what was going to happen next, but here are some clues…
