I hated being interviewed by attractive women, it always made me nervous. The interview begun with normal questions; a mixture of hard and easy ones j...st like usual. But the pressure of the interview and being in the presence of such a beautiful woman was making me extremely nervous and sweaty, and the woman could notice it. She stopped half way threw a question and stood up, she walked over to me and sat down on the table infront of me. She was wearing a long grey skirt and a short blue shirt.. I always worked with Megan. She was about 150 pounds, black hair, brown eyes, 32DD Bra, and very flirty. We worked together at nights all the time. Megan was always a little flirty. This night it went further than just a flirt. She and I were processing Adult Videos and laughing about some of them. I watched Megan that night as bent down to put videos on the shelves. I got close enough that when she moved, my hand rubbed her ass. "Excuse me," I said. Pretending that it was an accident.. Suddenly the first cock pulls out of your mouth and you feel hot liquid across your bosom as the cock comes. Your hand reaches out and finds another leg, one that is surprisingly smooth and warm. Your hand moves up the leg and finds a damp patch of hair and some very warm and wet lips. Your fingers begin playing and you feel the body next to you shudder and a sexy female groan fills the air. “Oh God this feels so good and so strange all at the same time. All these hands playing with me…I just. No, I wouldn’t, I couldn’t. But I had. The damage was done. My hands cut again and again, tearing, ripping, destroying. Screaming in forlorn rage, I tore into it, crying out all my frustrations against the clothing because I could never do against my real tormentor. Again and again I cut, ripped, tore, demolished. It was a berserk frenzy of ruination unleashed against the target of my rage. When I came out of it, I was kneeling on the floor. The ruined remnants of my orgiastic destruction were.