I tapped my foot nervously and drummed my fingers on the arm of my chair. My eyes roamed restlessly around the room, passing over details I had already observed dozens of times. Expensive-looking art on the walls. The potted plant in the corner. The display case full of awards for the company's products. A framed photo of the CEO. The attractive blonde secretary typing at her desk.
She sensed my gaze and smiled before returning to her typing. I looked away and tried not to think about how nervous I felt. I was interviewing for a job as Cheryl Sandstrom's executive assistant. Landing this type of position can make your career. When you spend all day with the CEO, they get to know you and what you're good at. If they like you, they can make recommendations or fast-track your advancement.
I *needed* this job.
I was the only one in the waiting room. Was that good? Did it mean I was the only candidate to have made it through all the rounds of phone screening? Was it a bad sign that I'd been waiting for so long? It was pretty late in the day. Maybe she was in there right now offering the job to someone else.
My eyes landed on the photo again. Cheryl Sandstrom was legendary. She'd made millions in Silicon Valley and then when her husband died she left it all behind. A few years later, she reappeared as the founder of Leadership Vibes, a revolutionary sex toy company. Her tech experience and willingness to experiment drew attention. She defined their mission as nothing less than completely removing the stigma around women's sexuality. The company did phenomenally well and attracted some of the most talented women in the world.
Was I the only guy who had applied?
"Mike?"
I was startled out of my thoughts by the secretary. She had dropped into the chair next to me. When I turned in her direction, I caught an eyeful of her cleavage. Her blouse was unbuttoned enough to reveal the pale skin of her breast and the lace fabric of her bra. Quickly, I moved my eyes to her face. She pretended not to notice and smiled politely as she handed me a clipboard. After explaining what the forms were, she walked back to her desk. I tried not to stare at her ass as she did.
I filled out the paperwork, grateful for something to distract from my nervousness. As I finished the last page, I saw the secretary shifting in her chair out of the corner of my eye. I glanced her direction carefully, not wanting to be caught staring again, but she wasn't looking at me.
Behind her desk was a frosted glass wall separating the waiting area from the CEO's office. She can't have known it, but I could see the reflection of her monitor in the glass wall. She had pulled up the webcam on her computer and was using it as a mirror to check her appearance.
I watched as she adjusted her hair and checked her makeup. Then she leaned forward and squeezed her breasts together with her arms. She frowned at her cleavage in the camera, apparently unaware that I was watching. Reaching inside her shirt, she adjusted each breast. Then she undid another button and squeezed them together again. This time she nodded at the results.
Her modern glass-top desk had no front, so when she uncrossed her legs for a moment, I could see up her skirt. I couldn't see her underwear, but I did get a glimpse of the lace tops of her thigh-highs.
I felt an erection swelling and bit my lip. I was nervous about the inappropriate physical reaction when I could be called into the CEO's office at any moment. I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.
Eventually, she closed the webcam, and then I couldn't tell what she was doing anymore. I tried to pay attention to my paperwork again but kept glancing up to see what she was doing.
She appeared to be reading something while absent-mindedly tapping a pen against her bottom lip. I looked back at the clipboard and tried for the third time to remember the address of the job I'd had before last.
When I glanced back up, it took me a second to realize that she wasn't tapping the pen against her lip anymore. I watched as she slowly licked her lips and then kissed the tip of the pen cap. I squinted, unsure of what I was seeing. Was she doing this absent-mindedly?
