Brian was a semi-powerful politician that has been plodded through the years without much fanfare but still getting the dough. His next move a decade from now, would be retirement. He could move things around if needed but tend to shy away from the power struggle. His own personal life was uneventful with few friends, none of them women. He was never good at physically attracting the members of the opposite sex despite his position, never could retain their interest. He never found any success with them and a lifetime of disapproval and disappointments had seeped through his bones that he tend to scurry away from them without thinking about it.
On the outside he portrays someone who is bull-ish and powerful but hiding behind his character was someone that sought the approval of a powerful female.
On this day, it was about to change.
Brian was interviewing for a new intern to be his secretary; his current one was resigning, and was about to meet the last candidate.
Jessica Mercedes.
It had been a long day of interviewing and he was the only one left in the office.
He looked up at the time; 20 minutes, he sighed hoping to get it over with. It was unlikely that she would get the job, she was barely of legal age and had no real working experience, this would be her first job experience.
He got back to his paperwork, hoping to distract himself till the interview.
His email blinked as he received confirmation that Jessica Mercedes was at the reception, he looked startled; it was 30 minutes past the appointed time.
He frowned and went down to receive her, she was the only person there.
'Jessica Mercedes?' he called out, walking towards her.
She uncrossed her legs and stood up slowly, beaming a smile at him. She was of medium height, dressed relatively smartly, with a thin shirt and skirt. And a pair of heels.
'I am Brian,' he said, hoping it sounded businesslike, in truth he was starting to feel nervous. Reason being that she was terrific looking. Exceedingly pretty, flawless sultry complexion, voluptuous figure, just all round gorgeous.
'Jessica' she said.
'Excuse me?'
'You can call me Jessica,' she smiled.
'O-ok, Jessica' he stammered. He felt foolish and told himself that it should be the interviewee that should be nervous.
As they took the lift up, he found himself chattering inarticulately about nothing in particular. He was behaving like a dork, but he couldn't help it. None of the other interviewees were as good looking as her, he was not only feeling a rush of anxiety but also excitement. They exited the lift and walked towards his office; he glanced at her and saw her walking confidently, swinging her hips in her tight skirt and taking a look around.
He ushered her in and said 'Hope the stairs to the reception didn't cause much trouble to you' gesturing at her long heels.
Jessica gave a sly smile 'It's ok. I am used to it.'
'Er, guess so,' he managed, after an awkward silence.
'Why thank you,' she pouted prettily. 'Such a sweet thing to say.'
What a clumsy attempt to compliment her. He was thinking it was off to a bad start already.
'So Miss Mercedes', he said.
'Jessica.'
'Jessica, please take a seat', he motioned to the couch in his office. Wanting to conduct it there as he did not want his view impaired.
Jessica looked over. 'Cozy' she said.
From her amused look, Brian knew that Jessicae had him figured out. She knew exactly the type of thoughts he was having and she apparently didn't mind. He will use this chance to ogle at a delicious young girl who he'd never meet again, nothing too sleazy and obvious either, half an hour of chit-chat and it's goodbye and back to normal.
Jessica settled herself down comfortably. She slowly and rather sexily crossed one leg over the other, her skirt riding further up her thighs. She made no attempt to pull it down.
Brian could not help it, he looked. When he dragged his eyes back to Jessica's face and found her staring at him, smirking.
He could not hold her gaze and quickly looked away. He might be the interviewer but he did not feel in charge.
'Would you like a coffee?' he tried changing the subject.
'I would, yes.' Jessica replied, cool and calm.
'I won't be a second' Brian said, heading for the door hoping to catch a breather.
'Oh Brian?'
'Yes?' he said, spinning around a little too quickly.
'Haven't you forgotten something?'
'Er, have I?'
'Don't you want to know how I like it?'
'Sorry?'
'My coffee, how I like my coffee.'
'Oh god, yes. Forgive me.'
'It's no big deal. Of course I forgive you.'
'Thanks' he breathed in relief.
'It's ok. Really.'
Brian stood where he was. He felt trapped by Jessica's penetrating gaze. Felt as if he needed her permission to continue with his errand.
Jessica was silent for a while. Then she giggled.
'So go on then. Ask me how I like my coffee.'
Brian reddened. Was she flirting or laughing at him?
'O-ok, how would you like your coffee?' he managed to say.
'I like it with plenty of cream and sugar.'
'Er, we don't have cream, I am afraid.'
'No cream?'
'No, I am sorry. We only have milk.'
'Milk.'
Jessica was not looking too pleased.
'I am sorry Jessica'
'Full of apologies, Brian, aren't you. That's at least three already'
'Sorry'
'Four.'
She was toying with him, Brian realized, but was unable to assert himself. He also realized that perhaps he didn't really want to. Forgetting his earlier resolution of 'nothing too obvious' his eyes lingered hungrily on Jessica. He drank it all in, those lovely bare legs so gloriously flaunted and crossed in the tantalizing skirt, those firm and bountiful breasts jutting out proudly against her skimpy silk blouse, the hint of cleavage artfully displayed by a couple of undone buttons, her stunning face framed by cascades of luxuriant black hair, the full generous mouth, the beautifully applied crimson lipstick, the cute little nose, the dark flashing eyes, at once confident and commanding and mischievous. And the scent she was wearing. Something sexy and ultra feminine. Brian felt his power of will slipping away. It was simply too much. Jessica was enough to drive any man half crazy. For a man like Brian, who had never had sex before, churning with need and sexual frustration, this up close and personal exposure to such mouth-watering female sexiness was devastating. He was lost.
Jessica sat on the couch basking in the painfully blatant adoration of this joke of a character who was meant to be interviewing her. She was smugly aware of his inner turmoil. Jessica knew when she had a man under her spell. It happened often enough after all. She was young but far from innocent. She knew how gorgeous she was and she reveled in her shattering effect on men. She loved how they became desperate drooling idiots in her presence, their frantic attempts to impress, how ridiculously easy it was to manipulate and use them. Especially sad sacks like Brian. He was a perfect victim. In Jessica's opinion, a guy like this was just made to be exploited.
'I guess every once in a while, I will take it black. I like indulging after all,' she smiled, snapping Brian out of his reverie, watching him stammering an agreement and leaving the room.
During his brief absence Jessica mulled the situation. She had a glint in her eye. The job was obviously hers if she wanted it and Jessica decided that she did. Working for such a hapless jerk would be a breeze in the park. He was average overall, his timid manner, his weak presence in front of her, Jessica's first impression down in reception had been that her prospective boss probably did not see much action in the bedroom, and the way he'd just been looking at her had pretty much confirmed that. OMG, poor thing was like a starving dog salivating at a juicy bone! However she knew he had some political power and was wealthy enough, so she can see herself using the fool.
