It was as if a switch clicked in Jon's mind. One second he was talking about his life, the video games he liked, the movies he watched, school, Karyn, and the next...
"...and dancing, I totally love dancing!" Jon giggled, surprised at the belief he held in the words coming out of his mouth, "Do you, like, want to see?"
Before the older man could answer, Jon had hopped off his lap and began to move, dancing, writhing really, to a silent soundtrack playing in his head. Again, Jon would have expressed shock, even dismay, if he hadn't been enjoying himself so much. He knew that dancing wasn't normally one of the things he enjoyed, but at that moment, he couldn't think of one thing he'd rather do!
From the ground, on the other side of the desk, a metal pole rose from the floor and attached itself to the ceiling. Jon's body danced over to it and grabbed it, grinding his groin into it. He could feel his penis, contained in his panties, begin to stir at the stimulation as he rubbed up and down the pole. Simultaneously, Jon hoped that his little friend would stay hidden, and would escape.
Crouched down, pole firmly in his crotch, Jon leaned in and began to lick the pole, climbing up, hand over hand, his breasts threatening to escape from their waitress uniform as the force of the pole against his cleavage strained the buttons to their limit.
"I can see why you love to dance so much," Al said, wiping the sweat from his balding head with a hanky, "You're very good at it."
"Oh yeah, totally," Jon replied, separating to the pole and walking back over to the desk to face the interviewer. He stopped right in front and leaned down, knees locked, elbows on the desk, so that he gave the older man a show of cleavage, "Me and my girlfriends go dancing all the time. Maybe you could come too! It's way fun!"
Al smiled and leaned back, taking in the view.
"We'll see. I'm a very busy man. Is there anything else you think I should know about you before we move on?"
Jon stood up and walked around desk toward Al, again intending on sitting on his lap. Instead of sitting how did had sat before, though, Jon straddled the man, his groin pressing against Al's, long legs wrapped around the back of the chair, his cleavage shoved into Al's face. Again, Jon knew that he normally wouldn't be caught dead acting this way, but in the moment, he couldn't even conceive of sitting another way. It just seemed so right. The way the older man's groin felt pressed up against him as Jon began to slowly gyrate on his lap, the way Jon could feel the man's breathing increase against his cleavage, even the smell of the sweat coming off of Al's body felt perfectly natural and normal to Jon.
"I'm just a regular guy, I guess," Jon's voice sounded higher than normal, "I like partying, I like good times, and most of all, I like fooling around." Jon lifted Al's face by the chin so that he was looking him in the eye rather than at his chest, lightly licked the tip of Al's nose before he giggled, "So you wanna mess around?"
Al cleared his throat.
"Jon, you've done exceptionally well at this portion of the interview. The job is yours," a pressure was growing in Al's lap, pressing against Jon's behind, "All we need to do is sign the contract."
Al reached behind him and clicked his little remote again.
Again, it was as if a switch went off in Jon's mind.
"What the...?!" Jon exclaimed.
