Aaron Barnes stood in front of the full-length mirror on his bedroom door inspecting every detail of his grooming and clothes for the slightest imperfection in preparation for the job interview he would have just two hours later that morning. It had taken two years of doggedly sending resumes to every possible employer in need of an accountant for him to finally get a chance for at least an interview in which he could beg for the chance to repair his tarnished reputation.
He had graduated at the top of his class from one of the best accounting programs in the country and had been showered with job offers from the best firms. He chose the best offer from a firm in downtown Chicago.
It was a dream job with exceptional pay and perks and especially enhanced by Mandy, a sultry young brunette college student intern, who was to serve as his assistant. But the exuberance of youth soon caused their relationship to go well beyond the professional. There were daily furtive couplings of passionate intensity behind the closed and locked door of his private office and Mandy revealed a fondness for being bent over his desk and sodomized.
But one day his world came crashing down. They were in the midst of a mad anal fornication and approaching mutual climax when the CEO knocked on the door. Lost in their rutting they paid no heed and in his impatience at being kept waiting the boss used his key to open the door and found them in flagrante delicto and he in mid ejaculation.
But with a perfidy that broke his heart Mandy screamed rape, tore herself away from him and flailed at him with clenched fists.
In the end, it was decided that to save the firm embarrassment the police would not be called but he was escorted from the building with the knowledge that his reputation would be trashed for extreme sexual misconduct and harassment.
Thus, began a two-year stint at marginal jobs, security guard, barista, busboy while he pursued a futile search for a job worthy of his talents and a chance to redeem himself. Then one blessed day there came the email in his inbox, an invitation to be interviewed by Eva Bauer, owner and CEO of Bauer Fine Leathers, Inc.
Aaron gave himself one final looking over. He was a decent enough specimen if he did think so himself, a shade over six feet tall, trim and athletic, dark hair, deep green eyes, handsome face. His brand- new suit was immaculate and not a hair was out of place. With a deep breath, he set out for the el platform, being too nervous to drive the busy, congested streets. He arrived early, anxious to create the best impression by being punctual.
The company headquarters was in an old part of the city, a stone-faced building on a street corner with the entrance on a diagonal. Aaron entered and was greeted by a comely blue eyed blonde receptionist who sat at a desk in the lobby. He stated his business and she picked up a phone and informed Ms. Bauer of his arrival. Then she invited him to have a seat.
He was kept waiting twenty minutes past the time of the appointment. He looked around the room at the many examples of the company's wares on display there, leather coats, boots, dresses, purses, even scanty bikinis. All were clearly of the finest material and workmanship and, doubtless, exorbitantly expensive.
Finally, a woman emerged from a door in the wall behind the receptionist's desk and approached him, holding out her hand in greeting. He drew in breath at the sight of her. Tall, with golden hair done up in a towering bun that made her seem even taller she wore a black leather dress that did all to accentuate her preternatural fullness of figure and splendid curvature. It had elbow length sleeves, fell to mid- thigh and was cut low to expose deep cleavage between her huge but firm and perfectly formed breasts. The leather was thin and supple, tailored to fit her form, hugging every contour, exhibiting her broad shoulders, the graceful narrowing of her waist and then her spreading shapely hips. And it was most obvious she wore nothing underneath it. Her sturdy thighs and calves tapered gracefully into the knee high black leather stiletto boots. She was of a mature age but still had a glow of youth and vigor and she exuded aggressive sexuality. His heart hammered, and his palms sweated.
He stood to greet her to find she towered near a head over him, thanks in large part to her boots but he guessed she was taller than he was even without them. He met her steel blue eyes and was transfixed by a stare that made him feel naked. Her bearing was regal with an air of stern authority, but she smiled kindly, still extending her large but finely formed, long fingered and manicured hand, it's nails long and red and filed to points. He took it and felt his hand all but crushed in her grip. She spoke in a strong German accent.
"Hello Aaron and welcome to Bauer Fine Leathers. I am Eva Bauer, owner, and you may address me as Ms. Bauer. Please come back to my office and we will begin."
She turned and strode away at a brisk walk and he followed three steps behind, the way he sensed she preferred it, his steps unsteady. The view of her from the rear was as much riveting as that of her front. The dress was cut low in the back as well, exposing near all of it down to her waist. Muscles rippled in it as she strode along. His eyes went lower, and he found them glued to the exquisite shape of her posterior. A conventional beauty by no means she was more like onto a Nordic goddess come to earth. He had brought along a small attache case and held it in front of his groin to hide the erection growing there.
She opened the door she had emerged from earlier and he followed her through it into a long corridor with glass partitions along its walls. There were offices on each side, women working at desks. Though she was Germanic to her core Aaron could see she did not discriminate in hiring. Women of all kinds and colors labored there but men were conspicuous by their absence and he found this puzzling.
Her office was accessed through a door at the end of the corridor. Not surprisingly, it was a study in the finest of black leather and the richest mahogany. Couches and armchairs and other furnishings were arranged here and there, and one armchair was placed before her vast and elegant desk, behind which was a luxurious swiveling executive chair.
She invited him to sit before her desk and settled into her own chair with a sigh of contentment. He kept his case in his lap to cover his bulging shame and felt a wetness at his tip. He knew his pre-cum had most likely oozed clean through his underwear and pants. His discomfiture was not lost on Ms. Bauer and her amusement at it was palpable, but she conducted the interview with a brisk professionalism. She seemed impressed by his academic credentials nodded in an understanding way when he described his several lowly jobs over the past two years.
It all seemed a mere formality with his hiring being a foregone conclusion but at the last she did bring up his disgraceful departure from his first and only real job. She told him she had ways of finding things out. He trembled, sweated and stammered his explanation, trying hard to look her in the eye though distracted by her cleavage, professing his innocence of the alleged rape but accepting responsibility for the behavior that had set him up for the accusation. Then he bowed his head with eyes cast down in resignation, thinking this stern authoritarian would never countenance or forgive one such as he. Then she spoke.
