Looking for a job while spying on the female boss

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This all happened on a sunny morning in March.
From December of last year to March, I had left my previous job. The income was decent, but it was too far from home. It took 40 minutes to drive there, which was incredibly inefficient for someone like me who had just started a family. I always wanted to dedicate my limited time to my unlimited energy. From the end of the year to the Lunar New Year and back, I interviewed at many companies. Because of my previous job, I had already reached a management position, so finding a new job was difficult, as I had very high standards. I was always choosing and selecting. Then, one day in March, I received a call from a financial company inviting me for an interview. I was overjoyed. This was a company I had been keeping an eye on; it was close to home, and the company met my basic requirements. I quickly prepared my documents and attire, making thorough preparations for the interview the next day.
The next day, at 10 a.m., I had my interview scheduled. Having prepared thoroughly, I easily passed the first round. The department manager said, "I have a good impression of you; it's clear you value this job. Let me see if the general manager is here. If she is, I'll have you go and talk to her now." I smiled and nodded, saying, "Okay, sure." The department manager then got up and walked towards the office. Reaching the general manager's office, he knocked on the door. A gentle voice came from inside: "Come in." My interview manager gently pushed open the door. Standing in the company lobby, I saw, through the interview manager's back, a slender woman with fair skin and long, flowing hair sitting in the general manager's office. She wore a black leather business suit, spoke softly, and appeared to be between 30 and 35 years old. I felt a surge of joy; such a sophisticated and beautiful female boss was a rare sight. While I was still lost in thought, the interview manager came out, beckoned me, and gestured for me to enter. I straightened my suit and bag, and walked confidently into the elegant office of the female manager.
I had just sat down, and it was just the two of us in the entire office. Looking at the woman sitting opposite me, exuding such elegance and beauty, it seemed as if the whole room was filled with her natural fragrance. She was looking at me, and I was looking at her too. So close, I could clearly see how clear and bright her eyes were, and how her facial features somehow resembled Jiang Wenli's (not just wishful thinking, but there really is a resemblance from certain angles), yet she was very thin. She seemed to have a lot to offer, as if she carried a heavy burden on her shoulders. It was still a bit chilly; I was wearing a cashmere suit, while she wore a black leather business skirt, thick black stockings, and brown pointed-back heels, making her appear tall and graceful, her mature beauty on full display. What followed was a brief, straightforward Q&A session, which I answered rather poorly, a little nervous, unsure of what to say. The manager finally asked if I had a graduate degree, and I stammered a yes. She then asked, "Is it an MBA?" I felt nauseous just hearing that, because I'd never actually taken the MBA exam; my master's degree was a regular, part-time qualification. I stammered that I could try again later. Unexpectedly, the beautiful female manager said, "For this position, an MBA is a prerequisite. Young man, why don't you look at other positions?" Hearing this, my face flushed red. My expression remained insecure, my palms started sweating, and I stammered. Then she continued, "How about this: you start at the entry level, we'll evaluate you, and then give you a promotion opportunity." Hearing this, I thought, "What does 'entry level' mean? I can't be compared to a college graduate or intern! It's obvious they don't think I'm cut out for this ideal position." I replied, "I'll think about it carefully."
Just then, there was another knock on the door, and the interview manager handed over another resume; another interviewee had come in. Seeing this, I smiled and stood up, saying to the mature female manager, "I'll go back and think about it and get back to you later." At that moment, she stood up too. I extended my hand and shook hers. Wow, I was startled! Her hand was fair, slender, and soft, with clearly visible blue veins on the palm. Even more startling was the fact that this female boss was as tall as me when she stood up, wearing high heels, almost 178 cm. She truly possessed a noble and beautiful aura. After saying goodbye, I reluctantly left the office.
Sigh, another failed interview. This time it's different; they didn't even want me. My heart sank. I felt this female boss was quite picky, too direct in her speech. I paced back and forth in the hallway. I glanced at my watch; it was 11 o'clock. Feeling a bit tired, I decided to sit down and rest in the hallway, maybe call a friend to see if they had time to chat. Just as I picked up the phone to make the call, I glanced to the side. Wow, the women's restroom was at the very end of the corridor, and in a very secluded location. I also needed to use the restroom, so I headed towards it. When I reached the men's restroom, I was pleasantly surprised to find the women's restroom at the very end of the corridor, where hardly anyone walked. At this hour, the cleaning staff weren't working either. I secretly rejoiced, deciding to relieve myself in the men's restroom first. Then, at the end of the corridor, on the stairs below, I smoked while waiting for my prey. The feeling of waiting was like a complete numbing effect, like a cathartic voyeurism born from my failed interview. Three minutes passed, five minutes passed, ten minutes passed... Thump... Thump... Thump... A rapid yet steady sound of high heels gradually approached. I quickly found a secluded spot to hide, then stood in a position where I couldn't be seen by anyone coming from the women's restroom, spying. When I slowly saw the approaching figure become clearer, I was stunned! Ah, wasn't that the female boss of the company I just interviewed? My God, could this be a stroke of good luck today? Is this some kind of divine retribution? Never mind! She walked so gracefully, her legs seemed so long, and the rhythmic sound of her high heels gradually entered my mind. My heart started pounding, my blood pressure soared, and with this heart-pounding fear, after confirming that the female boss had entered the women's restroom, I tiptoed after her. Because I was wearing leather shoes for the interview, I had to keep my footsteps as quiet as possible. I stood blankly in front of the female boss's toilet stall, where I had already assigned a stall. There was about 10 centimeters of clearance between me and the stall. Just as my heart was pounding uncontrollably, I heard her loosen her belt. She did it very quickly, and at the same time, I heard the sound of her urinating. I thought, "Wow, she's really in a hurry to pee!" I knew without a doubt that the urine was already gushing out before she had even fully squatted down; her buttocks were still suspended in the air. It seemed this female boss was so busy that she even had to pee urgently. Time was of the essence. I quickly squatted down, put my hands on the ground, and turned my head at a 45-degree angle to look through the gap under the female boss's stall. My God, I saw such a beautiful sight! Slender, long legs were neatly pressed together, and her labia were completely exposed before my eyes. The slightly deeper, flesh-colored cleft was gushing urine rapidly from it. My God! This was the female boss of the company that had just interviewed me! Just moments before, we were sitting opposite each other, and she was assessing my interview. I was nervous and scared. Now, she, a beautiful and elegant female boss, was being observed so closely—her genitals, her labia, the flesh of her urethra. At that moment, because she was urinating so urgently, the flesh inside her vagina was wide open, her labia completely spread, opening and closing, with very little hair. The color of her labia was slightly grayish-red. I just lay there, mesmerized, watching, until the female boss finished urinating. She used her fair hand to unfold the toilet paper and then covered her entire genitals with it. Suddenly, I snapped to attention. "Run! She's already wiping herself!" I immediately jumped up from the ground, making a loud noise and even letting out a "ha!" Without bothering to be careful, I strode towards the outside. Perhaps the female boss heard something unusual; as she flushed, she softly called out, "Who's there?" Without turning back, I hurried downstairs. That was close! What if someone had come into the women's restroom while I was lying on the ground? If I were caught dressed in a suit, wouldn't I look like a beast in human clothing? What would I do if the female boss I was interviewing saw me? Would I be so ashamed I wanted to disappear? Or how upset would she be? Then, in a twisted way, I thought about it the other way around: how many people in the world would have their vaginas seen so closely? Thinking about this, I became even more excited, my lust rising. I quickly ran downstairs to a men's restroom, closed the door, and vividly replayed the image of the female boss's genitals and the clitoral hood in my mind. It was so clear. I imagined the female boss's elegant face during the interview that morning, that superior feeling she exuded. I masturbated rapidly, and soon, I ejaculated with incredible pleasure. It was truly exhilarating; something like this might only happen once in a lifetime!
After finishing, I tidied up and prepared to go downstairs. It was almost noon. I took the elevator down to the lobby, and coincidentally, the female boss came down too. She was wearing black sunglasses, carrying a black leather bag, and holding car keys. We made eye contact at the door, and I said, "Manager, I'll think about your suggestion when I get back." The female boss waved slightly at me with the hand holding the car keys, nodded, and went down to the underground parking garage.
I stood at the lobby entrance, took a long breath, and thought to myself: Beautiful mature woman, beautiful boss, I will never forget your face and your genitals for the rest of my life.
This article was written over several hours, slowly recalling details and editing them bit by bit. I hope you all will support my hard work! Thank you!

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