" You will, Elaine. Of that I have no doubt." She smiled then.I had thought the interview would last about half an hour, but it was well over the hour...when Elaine came out. She was really pleased. I didn't need to ask, as the first thing she said was."They offered me the job!" I am so pleased. Well done." I replied. "I think a celebratory meal out is called for, but my treat, I insist." I haven't got anything with me to wear." No, I wasn't thinking of this evening, but perhaps at the weekend.. I stood and waited patiently for them to pause for breath, trying to guess who it was between Bernita, Eva, or Alejandra. They all had dark shoulder-length hair, and none of my girls had any ink above their asses. Although come to think of it, it could be Violet. She had a tattoo above her ass; I’d caught glimpses of it whenever she’d swum with us in her bikini.They surfaced waist-deep in the shallow end, standing with their back to me, and wiped the water out of their face before pulling their. The top spots are reserved. Unfortunately, three spots said 'Director'. Well, I only had to watch three spots. And I reckon I knew which car belonged to the woman, as the other two had big roadmaps on display. It's not that women can't read maps, but we ask for our directions when we're asked to go to a new place, rather than interpreting cartoons. Also, we keep our cars tidier.I'm only one person, in one car, so when Miss Hunter exited the car park I followed her immediately, but turned off. Then they found my clit. I moaned louder and closed my eyes, living through each sensation. I snapped them open again to look at myself in the mirror. Looking back was a stunningly beautiful woman masturbating in a van above a pile of discarded male clothing: fingers now rapidly sliding in and out of her shining, wet cunt, while her other hand squeezed and rubbed her tits. The sight was the final straw and I had my first orgasm as a woman, bucking forward and back on the chair, which somehow.