"Kiran?" The receptionist called out bringing me out of my moment of sorrow. "Mr Shah will see you now," she said as I looked up at her. It was game face time as I steeled myself for another interview.
It had been 3 months of job hunting and I was getting rather desperate as I saw opportunities slip away and interviews fall flat. I had spent most of my savings and I was in debt following my bitter divorce and I was in a financial black hole. 40 and a mother of two. It was 10 years ago that I quit my job as a marketing executive to become a full time mom at my husband's insistence. Only to find him cheating on me 5 years later. A bitter divorce and custody battle ensued. I was stubborn and it was costly. I refused to immediately return to work and now I regretted this decision as I struggled to see how I would escape the mounting debts I had created.
I was at the top of my game 10 years ago and highly coveted but as I stepped back in, the whole world had changed. I was seen as a dinosaur in this new world and I definitely felt it as I was dismissed by a crowd that was at least 10 years younger than me.
I was in a stuffy room with 4 other women. They were all seen before me and I was the last to get up. They were all in their early 20's and looked like recent graduates. It just made me feel old and haggard amongst this crowd. I had dressed in a silk blouse, stockings, high heels and pencil skirt. My blouse had a neckline that hinted at the cleavage below. For the past 10 years I had become a mundane domesticated housewife but when I wore office attire I always felt a little more sexy.
I had kept in decent shape and even shaved my legs for this interview which was now a rare occurrence.
Mr Shah was an older man and this gave me some hope. My previous interviews had been with people no older than late twenties but Mr Shah looked to be at least 60.
Mr Shah looked at me as I walked in. All women will know this when I say this, that there is some kind of female intuition that we can sense when a man is sexualizing us. Mr Shah's eyes were undressing me as I walked and I felt a tingly sensation in my nervous system. It had been some time since a man had looked at me in this way. There was something animalistic in his eyes and a hunger. There is a mixture of getting the creeps and some dark sense of gratification. As I sit down he returns his eyes to the papers in front of him as he dissects my CV after dissecting my body. The devil between my legs is being awakened at the worst time.
"Tell me about your experience," he asks without looking up at me.
"Sir, I did some notable campaigns. Perhaps you remember the 'beta doesn't say no' campaign," I said. It was one of my big national adverts and a campaign I liked to bring up as people still remembered it.
"Oh yes. That was very good. If you did your research then you will know that our campaigns are very different to the campaigns you did before. So how would you sell me this," he says as he throws a silicone vibrator at me.
I struggle to catch it and it fumbles around my hands and slaps my breast and it stings despite my blouse before I am able to finally grasp it against my chest.
"You have used one before. Haven't you?" He asks.
"Yes..." Just as I reply I switch it on by accident and I drop it in a panic.
He has a chuckle as I, in a panic, crawl around the floor chasing after it. It is obvious to both of us that I have never used one before.
I catch up with it and finally pick it up.
"Hand that back to me. Just sit down and let me be candid. Why are you looking to get back into marketing?" He asked with a sincere but direct tone.
I explained my leave and then divorce and I wanted to get my career on the right path once more. He seemed attentive as he listened.
"It is obvious to me that you have not used a vibrator before. Have you used one of these?" He asked.
He took out 3 dildos and placed them at the front of the desk, just before my eyes. The interview was making me uncomfortable from the looks at my body and the display of sex toys. It was just making my cheeks red and it is making me hot and bothered.
As he displayed the dildos in front of me, I had one leg over the other. I had noticed his eyes follow my legs and his eyes followed to my feet as I dangled my high heeled shoe on my toes. My skirt had become slightly raised and I was unable to pull it down due to how tight it was.
My mind was hazy and there was a feeling of lust building inside of me as I replied, "Only a real one, Sir."
He gave me a wry smile which was perhaps the worst response to my rather candid reply. My pussy had a convulsion at his reaction. What was I doing? I asked myself.
"In terms of a real one, how big is the one that you used?" He asked. This was getting inappropriate. Was he asking how big my ex-husband was?
"Sir, it's..." I wanted to say it was inappropriate to ask such a question but the words would not leave my mouth. I did not want to flop another interview. I could be playful and tease this old man until he hired me. There was a devil between my legs that asked me to show him which one resembled my ex-husband and maybe he will show me his. I squeezed my legs together to silence the little devil between my legs.
I closed my eyes in thought and then opened them hoping it was just a dream but he was still there and so were the phallic objects and I still had to answer. I swallowed the saliva in my mouth. I tried to justify giving an answer. They sell sex toys and they need to know if I can market them.
I bit down on my lip and picked the dildo most resembling my ex-husband's penis. He picked it up and said "4 inches" with a tone of disdain. I never really thought of men in terms of inches and the sex was not altogether bad with my husband.
He pointed to the next dildo which seemed larger, "this is the average for most men."
"Hmm," I replied as I imagined taking something more girthy.
He then pointed to the next one up, "this is our most popular item." It was larger than the average and the way he pointed to it with confidence made the devil between my legs wonder if that was his size.
"Oh. That is interesting," I answered a little lost as I stared at these fake cocks. It had been some time since I had seen or experienced a real one as my mind drifted off.
"So, when was the last time you had the use of a real one?" He asked.
My sex life was rather dry as I had been so busy with my children and the fallout from my divorce. The truth was that it had been some time. This was an inappropriate line of questioning but of course I could not bring myself to question it. Was it out of fear of losing this job opportunity or was I secretly enjoying it?
"Sir, it has been a long time," I replied trying to act coy.
"When was your divorce?" He asked and I thought nothing of the question.
"5 years ago," I replied without giving it much thought.
"It has been that long. Has it?" I was aghast as I realized that there was no such thing as an innocent question with this man.
"Yes... No..." I stuttered and stammered as I hated the idea of giving him the satisfaction.
He calmly stepped to the front of the table. The distance between us was mere inches and his crotch was eye level as he leaned back against the desk. He looked erect as his cock tented up his trousers.
"You must think of me as some ogre prying secrets from you but in truth I simply need to know if you can be of use to my marketing department," he says in an assured manner. The devil wonders what other uses he may have for me and I squeeze my legs together once more trying to silence her.
"I am sure of it," I reply in a disbelieving tone. You are sure he wants to bend you over the desk and fuck you until your legs turn to jelly. The devil between my legs whispers.
"You see, we are successful in marketing to the new young generation of woman. They are more independent and free with their sexuality. But there is an untapped market that this new generation does not understand. The problem I have is targeting the repressed uptight middle aged housewife. No offence intended to yourself," he said. The no offence grated me. I never considered myself middle aged, uptight, repressed or even a housewife so I was not taking any offence until he made it clear he was talking about me.
"Calm yourself, Kiran. It is just an interview," I said in my own head as a mantra so I did not react rudely. He was pushing my buttons and had a way of making me feel uncomfortable. This was my opportunity to get the job and I did not want to mess it up.
"No offence taken. I understand the mentality of a repressed housewife as I have played one for the last 10 years. The insights you want, who better than me to provide," I replied as I tried to sell myself. It pained me to call myself repressed and a housewife. Housewives were my mother's generation.
"Uptight," he added. Almost as though he realized this was a sensitive spot. He then picked up the larger dildo and threw it at me, "show me you are not an uptight, repressed housewife." The large dildo landed between my breasts slapping them as it landed between them and I fumbled to catch it.
My cheeks went red with embarrassment and anger.
"Are you being serious?" I asked in a rather annoyed tone. The sting of the dildo hitting my large breasts adding a little more annoyance in my tone.
"As a rule, I don't hire anyone that has never used one of these items," he said with an assured confidence.
"So every girl must use this in an interview to get hired? What about men?" I said annoyed at his arrogance.
"I don't hire men for marketing as I am marketing for women. You are the first repressed uptight housewife I have interviewed. Most girls that apply here, own at least one sex toy and they are very confident with handling them," he replies.
"You are not serious. You want me to put this inside of me?" I asked incredulously.
