This is my first ever story that I've written -- any and all feedback is much appreciated -- any suggestions and comments are also encouraged!
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Preparing for a job interview always gets me excited, even more so now as the economy is worsening and worsening. I know that I'm not the most skilled employee out there and god knows, there's thousands of women trying to become PAs, so getting to the in-person interview stage after hundreds of different applications is pretty exciting for me.
First thing I do when I wake up is to just is a very hot shower, this really helps me to wake up and get rid of the stiffness that I've built-up during the night. Then I slowly lather by body, I love the feeling of soap on my skin and sliding my hands up and down my body wakes me up in more ways than one.
I quickly stop myself from taking my dirty thoughts any further, it's been a while since I had a boyfriend and I seem to be touching myself more and more lately to make up for the lack of his hands, but today is not a day for messing about, I need to get ready for this interview.
I decide that, in order to be completely confident, I need to feel amazing. To do that, I need to make sure I look and feel my best. Reaching for the shaving cream I start to lather up my legs, underarms and... after thinking about it for a minute, between my legs. I rarely shave myself down there, usually keeping myself trim but not bare, but today needs something special. I know how sexy it makes me feel to have the cloth of my underwear rub against my bare skin, so I decide to go completely bare.
Stepping out of the shower afterwards I feel a little bit of a chill, so I wrap myself tightly in a warm towel. I quickly dry my long black hair and pin it up with a few pieces loose at the front, I want to look professional but not severe. Then I focus on my makeup, I always tend to wear minimal makeup, I have nothing to hide and my skin has blessedly been clear for most of my life, so it only take a few quick touches for me to be happy with my appearance.
Onto the clothes, I've already laid out a neat black slightly-above-the-knee skirt, a crisp creamy blouse with matching black jacket but now I need to decide on my underwear. Wearing sexy underwear to important meetings has always made me feel more confident, my breasts have always been large, at 36DD most of my life, so I have expensive tastes in well fitting sexy underwear. I select a smooth red bra and pair it with a matching thong. I smile to myself thinking how no one would expect me to have such sexy underwear under such a sombre suit. All I need to complete the look is to add a garter belt and stockings, these are a very special treat for me, paid for with some of the last of my savings, but I know the boost this kind of secret-wear will give me in the interview. Adding black heels to the outfit completes the look. I'm not always that confident in heels, I've been taller than most of my counterparts always, but I know the extra inches in height will make for a better impression.
When I arrive for the interview I'm dismayed to see a room full of waiting girls, and even more dismayed when I find out that I'm going to be last to be interview. Initially I think it'll be pointless to stay since they'll probably already have made their minds up, but I'm really getting low on funds, too many more weeks out of work will mean packing up and moving back home, and that would mean I had failed... and that is something I never want anyone to know about.
So, instead I focus on reviewing my CV, trying to remember key instances where I was particularly useful in my old jobs, and decide that being last means more of a chance that they will remember me. Sneaking another glance up at a leaving candidate, I see her face is a little crumpled, muttering to herself what an asshole the interviewer was. This makes me even more nervous! I had hoped for a kindly boss like in my last job, one who respected what I did but didn't micro-manage my day-to-day work.
Slowly the interviewees trickle out, and it's almost 5 by the time my name is called. I rush to reception and the receptionist assures me that it'll be only a few more moments and I'll be called directly from the office as her hours are over and she has to get home. I sit once again, my legs are slightly shaking so I cross them and try to breath deeply and relax. I have only one chance to make a good impression and I can't blow it. My hands are shaking a little, and I notice my skirt has ridden up a little when I crossed my legs, so I tug on the end to pull it down. Just as I do so I hear a coughing sound from in front of me. My eyes immediately jump upwards and I realise that my interviewer is waiting for me, he's older than I am and he has a gaze that seems to see right through my clothes, "If you're ready..?", he says, casting a long glace at my legs and then he turns and walks into the room. Glancing down I realise that from where he stood he had a perfect view of my stocking tops. Silently cursing myself and my 'dress sexy' superstitions, I jump up and rush in.
The room is not what I expected, I was expecting a meeting room, but this is a personal office. I glance quickly at the stranger in front of me and he merely raises an eyebrow. I swallow and ask "Is this for the interview? It's just I was expected a meeting room..." and my voice trails off. "This is the right place, I like for my prospective employee to see the environment she'll be expected to work in.", he says, seating himself at the large desk. I glance around and see there is a smaller desk off to one side. I start to reply "Oh, I didn't realise it was such a small area, I thought..." but he cuts me off saying "If this is unacceptable for you then please, leave now and don't waste any of my time." He's starting to look irritated. I'm feeling off-balance, already breathless from rushing in and now feeling awkward for saying the wrong thing.
"No, of course not, this is perfect, I pride myself on being adaptable to any situation," I say as I seat myself in front of him.
"Oh, how adaptable is that then?", I swear that he's smirking a little bit as he says that and he glances once again at my figure, but I respond: "Very much so, I was involved in a restructuring..." and on the interview goes. After several minutes of reviewing my CV and asking some simple questions he stands up and thanks me for my time. I'm devastated, I know that such a short interview has little or no chance of being successful, and I'm determined not to be dismissed, so I ask him: "Is there nothing else you need to ask me? I'm sure I have relevant experience..."
He looks at me and shakes his head, explaining in no uncertain terms that there are both more experienced and more confident candidates already lined up for the job. "But, I, I am sure that I am just as good as anyone else..." I stutter, I'm really nervous now, but I press onwards, if there's no hope I need to know now, "What skills am I missing? What can I do to pursuade you that I am definitely the right candidate for the job?"
Once again I feel his gaze bruising over my skin, and I blush at the intensity of his look, "oh really, will you do ANYTHING...?" and keep solid eye contact. I bite my lip, shocked that I am reduced to this kind of bargaining, but not above using my body to get ahead. I mean, I'm happy to accept drinks from guys at the bar, what's so different about a little flirting with a prospective boss? Maintaining eye contact, I stand up a little straighter, "yes, I will go the extra mile to make sure I am successful."
He chuckles, "Oh I don't think it will be a mile, but you're forgetting something -- in this room you need to address me as Sir", there's a hard gleam to his eye but I quickly say "of course... Sir." He looks at me, "Come around here", he gestures to just in front of his chair, I stand and walk towards him, I'm a little bit wary but I know there's little choice left if I really am to stand a chance of getting this job.
"Turn around"
I stop just in front of him and start to slowly turn, he grabs my arm and says "are you forgetting something?", I quickly thing and say "sorry Sir, of course I'll turn Sir."
