I was desperate for a job. I had left university with a promising degree in Law, one that would look good on any resume, but every time I applied I seemed to get nowhere. Not the right qualifications. Not the right experience. It got to the point where I was blind applying for any role I could possibly do. That's when I found this job role online. It read:
Role: Administrative Assistant
Company: Spread Legal
Salary: Competitive.
Description: Wanted young man to help out in the office with all our needs. Must be obedient and trustworthy.
Short and sweet, I thought and without thinking I clicked on the apply button and didn't think about it until I got an email a couple of hours later inviting me to a Job Interview at 11am the following day. It surprised me but I didn't see it as suspicious, as they may have needed someone quickly to replace a gap in the workforce. I accepted and worked on getting ready. I got my suit out the closet. I read up on the company, it seemed like a standard legal firm that dealt with all kinds of cases. I prepared answers to hypothetical questions. I was going to this interview prepared.
The next day came around quickly and I thought I was ready. I left early to account for train delays, I revised my notes so I wasn't caught off guard. I made a note on where to find the office building, so I didn't get lost.
With 10 minutes to spare I got to the office. I pressed the buzzer to be let in. The first thing I saw as I entered was a cute blonde secretary with a petite slender body, she must have been around 18, 20 at the most. I thought I must be going crazy as it looked like she was masturbating. Her eyes were closed and she was definitely moaning, I would have looked down to see where her hand was going, just to confirm my suspicions but I didn't want to come across as a pervert, not when I was trying to make a good first impression. To get her attention I cleared my throat. She opened her eyes, looked over at me and smiled, seemingly unperturbed that a stranger might be watching her having a little play downstairs.
"Hello there, and welcome to Spread Legal. What's the nature of your visit?" the secretary said in a warm and friendly tone.
"My name is Richard Masters, I have an interview for the Administrative Assistant role."
"Hi, I'm Alice!" she said with a smile and a big wave before pressing a button on her intercom. "Mistress, I have a Richard Masters to see you for the assistant role."
Mistress was a strange term to refer to your boss, I had thought as I stood there in silence waiting for the intercom to answer back. Looking back at it now, the signs were obvious.
A stern feminine voice came through the intercom. "Send him in." Alice looked happy to oblige and almost bounced off her chair.
"Come on," she said waving her arm. "Follow me." I thought about asking Alice questions about this so called Mistress but I didn't want to come off as nervous. Got to make a strong first impression, this thought ran through my mind as Alice and I walked down the long corridor. In reality, my nervousness was off the charts and I was sweating up a storm. I had to hide this from them though. I needed to nail this interview.
Alice stopped outside one of the many doors and turned the handle. The door creaked open. "Good Luck Richard!"
"Thank You," I replied.
Alice smiled once again and spun around to return to her post, I pictured her masturbating at her desk some more. I shook this thought from my mind. I needed focus. I needed to step inside that door. I closed my eyes and pushed the door and miraculously my legs took me through. I opened my eyes. The room was kind of bare. First thing I noticed was a desk pushed against the far wall, sitting under the window. But that isn't where the interview took place, at least not yet. In the very middle was two chairs and no desk between them. One chair was for me to sit down in and in the other was who I assumed to be The Mistress.
The Mistress was an older woman, I estimated late thirties or early forties, but she still looked good. Brunette hair done up tight in ponytail, big brown eyes behind thick rimmed glasses. Make up was very minimal on her face, at least from what I could see. She looked smart in her white shirt, black skirt and black high heels. She pushed her glasses down her nose and gave me a look. She could see right through me. "Ahh," she finally said in that stern voice I heard over the intercom. "The fresh meat has arrived. Sit!" There was something I found incredibly hot with a strict older woman so I did as I was told and sat opposite.
It was only when I sat down, I noticed more about the Mistresses outfit. Her white shirt only had half the buttons done up, so it was designed to show off her busty cleavage. There was no bra underneath either so her nipples were visible through her top. My eyes scanned downwards and were drawn to her big muscular thighs and calves which hinted of her strong physique underneath her clothes. Her legs were spread to deliberately show me she wasn't wearing any knickers underneath her skirt. I gulped as I felt the erection developing in my trousers. I desperately tried to hide it as The Mistress began the interview, something told me however she already knew.
"Before we begin," the Mistress said, pushing up her glasses and reading from a bit of paper in her hand. "This interview will contain sexual activity, if this offends you or makes you uncomfortable, the door is behind you, you are free to go out now." I was confused as to what was happening. My initial thought was I had ended up on a porn shoot, this was not the case. The Mistress continued. "Do you consent to any sexual activity I may have planned?"
