Nerves almost got the better of her as she reached for the polished brass handle, she breathed deeply, steadied herself and opened the door. The room was vast, mouldings on the ceiling, huge windows dresses with thick woven curtains and set away from the long desk; a chair in the middle of the gleaming wooden floor.
'Sit down Miss Thomas.' there he was, the reason she was here, the reason she had spent hours searching the internet, the reason she had written and re written her CV 20 times. She wasn't proud of the fact she'd looked up where he worked and tried for months to get an interview, applied over and over and over. It felt pathetic, desperate and that wasn't her, but seeing him sat behind that long, deep mahogany desk she knew it would be worth it.
There were two other men sat beside him, although they had similar frames as him their presence couldn't be felt in the same way, they looked almost like extras, no not even that more like props. His grey hair looked like he had it cut every morning, his suit was tailored to hug his broad chest, a pale blue shirt open at the collar to show a small glimpse of his strong neck. In that moment she knew she was staring because she caught his intense blue eye as he lifted his head. He knew was she was staring, there was a look of familiarity in his gaze and his bearded lip lifted in a small subtle smirk. Had she been found out? There was no way a man like that recognised her. It was years ago anyway and it was only one night, one amazing night but that was to her a man like that had nights like that all the time, plus she'd changed her hair. She shrugged it off and shuffled in the hard wooden chair, her crisp white shirt rustled as she moved she fidgeted feeling on display.
The interview was so professional; although she was over qualified for the role he really put her through her paces and didn't make it easy. Neither of the other two men made a sound, they only looked up every now and again; it was very odd they were difficult to explain. They were non-descript, generic in every way, not unattractive but not attractive, she went back to the same thought as before, they were his props but to what end?
'Now Miss Thomas,' he lent back in his chair the professional persona slipped away and the smile on his face made her feel uneasy, 'let me ask the difficult question.' The man to his left pushed his high backed leather chair away from the desk and walked around to the other side of the desk. She tried to follow him and work out what was going on but he walked right passed her to the door, 'Miss Thomas don't look at him, and look at me. Are you ready for the tough question?' Click. Her head swung round and the man was walking away from the door, did he just lock the door? She couldn't be sure but her heart felt like it could burst through her chest, panic was starting to take over.
'Erm, er' she couldn't get the words out as her head swung from him to the door again, she pushed her thick framed black glasses up and made sure her perfectly scrapped up bun was still in place, 'yes' she cleared her throat. 'Yes of course,' straightening up in the chair she crossed her legs and looked him in the eye, 'Yes', firmer this time, 'I am ready.' Whatever happened she had to work with him, she needed to be around him every day, so yes she was ready for it to get tough. He was smirking, he was really enjoying watching her squirm she just knew it but she also knew this was a test she had to pass.
'Very good,' his deep blue eyes fixed on her nervous green eyes, 'what would you do to get this job?' he wasn't leaning back anymore he was sitting up like he was goading her. Silence. She didn't know what he meant. How could she answer that? She really wanted to say I'd do anything you asked me too but she couldn't say that. 'Come now miss Thomas you said you were ready for the questions to get tough, so answer the question. Don't hold back when it's just got interesting.' Now he was just plain smiling at her discomfort. He was really enjoying this.
Her eyes hit the floor she couldn't look at him when she said it, especially not with his two sidekicks there. In a whisper she muttered 'anything', the fact she really meant that filled her with shame and her usually pale face flushed red.
'Speak up.' his tone had changed and his words echoed in the room.
Filled with shame and embarrassment she looked up through her long black lashes to meet his gaze, 'anything.' Another whisper, she knew it wouldn't be enough; she lifted her head and looked straight in his eyes. 'Anything. I would do anything to get this job.' her tone was defiant, it was almost a challenge.
'Anything. Mmm I wonder if you really mean that? Let's see shall we?' his smile was gone now and all that was left was an intense stare that made her shiver in the most confusing way. She was afraid there was no doubt about that but she was also excited and determined.' Stand up.' this was a command she obeyed in a second. 'Walk towards the desk.' it was as though he was commanding a robot she didn't even think she just acted. 'Unbutton your shirt.' as her hand reached for the button she stopped. Had he just told her to unbutton her shirt, her eyes searched his face for an answer. 'Unbutton your shirt,' he did not break eye contact as he spoke. She looked at the two men either side of him and then back to him hoping her silent question could be heard. 'You said anything Miss Thomas. Did you mean that or were those empty words?' She opened her mouth to start to object but she knew she was going to do it, she meant it she meant anything.
With her crisp white shirt unbuttoned all the way her full breasts sitting in her white lace bra were exposed to the room. She felt a slight chill in the air, or was it just nerves and shame? She fixed her gaze on the desk in front of him but she could see both men beside him taking in every inch of her on show for them. 'Take off your skirt, then your shirt and let your hair down.' his voice had become deeper but he wasn't giving anything away not really. At first she thought to protest but why she was going to do it anyway so she may as well get on with it.
Her reddish brown hair fell over her bare shoulders as she let it free from its bun. There was no turn back now, her breasts bounced as she shuck her heels a little unsteady on the floor, thin black stockings covered her shapely legs up to her round thick arse. She was grateful for small favours and thanked herself for wearing her Brazilian knickers today instead of a thong. 'Turn,' he cleared his throat his eyes had glazed over, she felt smug, he definitely liked what he saw, 'turn around.' She turned around slowly feeling like she had won a small victory and having completely forgotten about his sidekicks. 'Bend over.' Her head swung back around so fast she almost pulled something. This felt like a test, but not for the job, why did he keep looking at her in that way? Did he remember her? Did it matter? She looked at him hoping for something, some sign. She caught his eye and he just raised his eyebrow she knew what he was saying without a word spoken. Anything.
The floor was immaculate if she concentrated on that she wouldn't have to think about the fact her arse was in the air and three men were staring at it. 'I think I want a closer look. Come here and get on the table on all fours in front of me.' The familiar sting of tears pricked, she was so ashamed. Ashamed didn't even come close to how she was feeling but she needed to be close to him and this was just one day. S-he had planned this, she knew he would test her he pushed her limits during the night they spent together and she had never been so turned on in her life. One day.
