I had been unemployed for eighteen months; due to the recession my previous employer decided to downsize and because I was 41 at the time, I was amongst the first to go. Finding another job at my age, considering the economic climate, was a nearly impossible task. My husband is a hard worker but his salary just wasn't enough to get us by, so we had been nibbling at our savings, which were now running out. While working some crummy temp jobs to get us by, I applied for dozens of positions with my spruced up resume, all in vain. Even though I had already considerably lowered my standards, I remained frustratingly unsuccessful. However, one Thursday, while returning from yet another botched interview, I found an unusual ad in a three-day old paper: Smithers & Hall, a consultancy firm, was looking for a "secretary/slut" to handle their paperwork, incoming phone calls and "other secretarial duties". Although a bit dodgy and questionable to say the least, I was in no position to be picky and since the address was on my way home, I decided to go and have a quick look.
To my surprise the address led me to a brand new office building in a upright neighborhood; I walked into the lobby and read the information board: Smithers & Hall was on the sixth floor of a nineteen story building. When I arrived on the sixth floor, a series of arrows led me to a backwater part of the floor, where I was greeted by a receptionist named Becky who asked me how she could of assistance. Convinced I was in the wrong place, I hesitantly mentioned the ad. She smiled and as she looked me up and down, she whispered:"Interesting."
"What is?" I asked.
"Never mind." she smiled as she stepped into a nearby empty office and invited me in. After closing the door, she said:"The ad has been running for the better part of a year now and I've interviewed hundreds of applicants so far, but none of them were suitable for the position; so you'll have to excuse my rather rough and direct interviewing technique, but it saves me a lot of time!"
"Ok." I said, not sure what to expect here.
"First of all: the actual secretarial duties are easy: answering phones, filing stuff, keeping schedules etc., anyone with half a brain can do those tasks; it's the slut part of the job that's the stumbling block for most applicants!"
So it wasn't a typo, I thought to myself, apprehensive about what was to follow.
"This is a high-stress environment: the men working here usually don't have the time for a wife, family or even a girlfriend... and the ones that do, need some diversion once in a while: this is where you and I come in. The most important part of the job is to sexually please the men anyway they require: letting them grope you, giving out hand- and blowjobs, letting them fuck you or simply sitting still while they fling their cum on you."
Looking at her watch, she said:"There you go, that's the job in a nutshell... I will give you some time to think about it; duty calls, but I shouldn't be more than five or six minutes, if you're still here when I get back, we'll take it from there. By the way, this is what you'd be making a month." she said, scribbling down a number on a piece of paper. She put down the note in front of me and walked out of the office, closing the door behind her. When I looked at the piece of paper, I couldn't believe my eyes: it was more than I had ever made in my career: this was seven months of temp jobs worth!
The slut part of the job was a little scary to say the least, but to be honest, I had always lived a promiscuous life. I had cheated on my husband more times than I could count -- I still did -- and there was little or nothing I hadn't done or wasn't willing to try, so I figured this wouldn't be an insurmountable problem. Off course, doing it on demand and getting paid for it, would make me a whore -- nothing more, nothing less, no matter what the title said - but even this didn't scare me off. In fact, referring to myself as whore made me a little horny.
Not more than six minutes later, Becky poked her head in to see if I was still there; she was clearly --pleasantly -- surprised to see me sitting there, waiting patiently for her to return. She walked in, rubbing a hanky over some fresh cum stains on her jacket and said:"Good, you're still here."
"Yes." I said. "So what's next?"
"If you pass the inspection, you sign the contract and you're hired; however, first I'll walk you through the rules which are not included within your contract, for obvious legal reasons:
1)You will exclusively wear skirts, no longer than 5 inches above the knees, accompanied by high heels and either a silk blouse or, weather permitting, a halter top; you are free in your choice of underwear, nylon stocking are allowed, but not encouraged as they hinder access;
2)You will be polite, obedient and submissive at all times, unless told otherwise;
3)You will provide sexual relief to all male staff members wherever, however and whenever they ask; occasionally you may be required to provide your services to suppliers, potential clients etc.;
4)You are allowed to give yourself sexual relief at any moment during work hours, as long as it does not conflict with any of the aforementioned rules;
"Do you understand these rules?"
"Yes."
"Are you willing to abide by these rules while working here?"
"Yes."
"Excellent, then I think we're done here. That leaves us with the inspection: this part is quite demeaning, but it's nothing compared to what you'll be doing once hired; so take off your clothes, all of them please." she said as she walked out the room for just a minute, leaving the door open. I slowly undressed, still having a hard time with all of this. It wasn't until I was completely naked, standing there in an unfamiliar environment, that I fully realized what I was doing: it felt strange but also a little arousing.
Several minutes later, Becky pushed the door open further and said:"Follow me."
As I walked -- completely naked -- beside her down the corridor, she said:"This is the last part of the interview, all the men will evaluate you in their own way, however they see fit: if you pass this test, you're hired!"
"This is David's office." Becky said before opening the door and walking in. I followed her in and felt very self-aware, standing butt naked, about to be graded by a complete stranger.
"Hi." David said, coming out from behind his desk.
"Hello sir." I said, remembering the rules. As he looked me up and down and walked around me, he said:"Polite, nice figure, big tits -- a little saggy, just the way I like 'm -- she'll do." as he returned to his chair.
"Ok." Becky said. "Onto the next."
We walked out and headed over to the next office and walked in through the open door.
"Brian, this is Maya." Becky said. "Maya, Brian."
Without getting up from behind his desk, he said:" Turn around and bend over hon."
I did as I was told.
"Do you take it up the ass, Maya?"
"Yes sir." I replied truthfully.
"She'll do." he said.
Becky tapped my shoulder, indicating that I could get up again and we walked out.
"Two down, four to go." Becky said as we walked across the hall to the next office.
"This is Hendry. He's a real jerk... which makes pleasing him all the more fun!" Becky whispered.
My cunt tingled after hearing her talk like that.
