... My first story, it was a request. Constructive criticism/feedback are appreciated. Thanks and hope you enjoy it!
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Checking my clock as I walked through the parking lot to the office building I realized that my interview was in less than 10 minutes. "Fucking I-93 Traffic" I thought out loud angrily as I hurried up the steps into the building. It wasn't just the traffic's fault. I was partially to blame as I had taken my time that morning to look good. Full charcoal wool suit, cream colored Italian shirt, tie, and freshly shined shoes with some nice cologne had some heads turning and I couldn't blame them. I caught the elevator door and hit the 3rd floor button hoping that by some miracle my interviewer was pre-disposed. Upon arriving at the office door, I stopped, caught my breath, asked for some luck and walked in the door.
The receptionist was an elderly lady who simply smiled at everything I said. They're kind of cute that way but you can't tell if they've heard everything you said and understand it to boot. I took a seat and nervously strummed on my portfolio as I awaited my interviewer. It's like the calm before the storm every time. I work myself up, but come through in the clutch no matter what. As I examined the wall painting thinking how ridiculous it looked, my interviewer walked in. Holy crap... I wasn't expecting this.... 5'4 petite bombshell two-piece business suit slightly open around the chest, heels, a pearl necklace, auburn hair, and the scent to die for... I shifted uncomfortably and tried to put on my best "Hi pleased to meet you" face and introduction without openly drooling.
"Good morning, I'm Adam Smith, very pleased to meet you."
"Hello Adam, I'm ____, it's great to have you please walk this way." She smiled... I almost melted to my feet on the spot.
She turned and led the way into a room with the blinds closed and no other windows than the ones to the outside. I couldn't help but drop my eyes to her curvaceous rear as we walked through the hallway and let out a quiet yet audible groan. She turned around and asked in a concerned tone if everything was alright. I responded that everything was just fine, my stomach was uneasy a little.
She laughed, "Relax, it's just an interview, you'll be fine. Besides you look great and prepared!"
I grinned back, "You look fantastic also." Whoops, easy killer, don't flirt with your potential boss.
She blushed a little, smiled back, "Thanks." Whew, I thought to myself, at least she didn't ask me to leave!
I lost track of time as the interview went by, I found myself more and more looking directly into her eyes as I answered all of her questions. I was so utterly distracted and helpless. It wasn't helping that her cleavage was very prominently on display with her choice of suit jacket.
"Adam? Adam? Are you alright?"
"Huh, oh what, I'm so sorry, could you repeat the question again?"
"Are you enjoying the view?"
"Uhhhmm, I'm sorry?"
"I said are you enjoying the view of my breasts?"
"I uhh, I'm sorry, I don't quite think... I'm not sure if I uhh follow you." I said as my face began to turn a different shade of red never seen before.
She smiled, got up out of her chair and walked around to my side. Oh boy, here it comes, I thought to myself, I blew it and going to get yelled at and thrown the hell out of here.
She sits down on the desk next to me still smiling.
"Well Adam, I was going to discuss the benefits of working here at this firm later, but I guess we can do that now."
"Uhh, sure definitely."