She sat confidently and comfortably across from him, her skirt short, though not so much as to be inappropriate for a job interview, but enough to be alluring to a potential male employer. She displayed a reasonable amount of tanned thigh; again not so much as to be lewd for the occasion, but enough for him to take appreciable notice. Pretending to look over her resume, which he had studied carefully and in-depth prior to even laying eyes on her, he further noticed the portion of her well-rounded breasts that her respectably low cut shirt displayed. They were neither too large nor too small but well-proportioned to her shapely frame. Everything about her, from her nicely fixed shoulder-length hair to her tastefully, though not overly applied make-up to her otherwise conservative clothes was intended to make her noticeable. And that she was.
He asked the usual questions about her job skills, as he had the three other applicants. He phrased each inquiry in such a way as to draw her out, reveal more about her than the answer she might give. In the end, he deemed her paralegal skills to be more than adequate for his one-man, general law practice. Likewise, any of the other three job seekers he had interviewed would all qualify. All were personable with good dispositions. Therefore, some other method was needed to make the selection.
Nelson Adams knew exactly what that was.
His personal rule for such situations if he had more than one applicant and all were equally qualified was to give the edge to the most attractive. Some might say that was sexist, but he had to make a selection based on
some
thing. Why not that? Besides, it looked better when a potential client entered the office, not to mention being pleasant on his own eyes.
Therefore, the decision became easy. Looking up from the resume, Adams could see the sudden display of nervousness in the young woman's features. He further noticed that her skirt might have slid up another inch or so. "Ms. Collins, I'd like to offer you the position."
Instantly, a much more becoming smile graced her lovely face. "Oh, thank you, Mr. Adams. You won't regret it."
"I'm sure I won't. And now, you may call me Nelson."
"And you can call me Mandy."
* * *
The law office of Nelson Adams was located in a U-shaped office park. Each business occupied a separate three to six room building that looked like a house, all of which were arranged along the outside of the U. The inside was for parking. The attorney was in Building C at the top right of the U. Mandy Collins had never visited any of the businesses in the park and took a moment to glance around to what would be her future neighbors. She then entered her new office bright and early on the following Monday morning.
To the right of the entrance was a narrow table along the wall which held a collection of magazines for visitors to peruse while waiting. There was also a group of business card holders, each of which held a number of cards. Mandy had noticed it the other morning when she came for her interview, but did not have time to examine them further. She now noticed that each holder was arranged in order and held cards for each of the businesses in the park. There were a couple of doctors, a CPA, no other attorneys, a sandwich shop, and a variety of other businesses. She had been meaning to seek the assistance of a CPA for some income tax issues. Maybe this would be her opportunity. But she wouldn't mention it to her new boss—no need for him to know anything that might compromise her job, not that it was anything bad or illegal.
"We all offer cards for each other," Nelson noted as he stood in his doorway.
"That seems equitable," Mandy commented.
"Doesn't really provide much new business," the lawyer said with a shrug, "but it doesn't hurt either." He was pleased to note that his new employee was dressed quite similar to the day of her interview. Basically, only the colors were different. "This will be your desk," he said, patting the chair behind the desk in the large reception area. "I'll give you a few minutes to get settled before we get into it."
As Nelson disappeared back into his office, Mandy smirked at his choice of words while she took her seat behind her new desk. She was certain he would like to get into it with her and not in the context he was referring to. Of course, she was no less at fault for dressing as she did. She had a good looking body, she worked hard to get it and keep it that way, and she didn't mind showing it off, particularly if it aided in getting her the job. And she was certain it had. She'd caught Nelson stealing glances at her during the interview, not to mention eying her up and down just now. The truth was, he wasn't bad looking either, and if he didn't turn out to be an asshole, she might not mind a little extra fringe benefit.
These thoughts had occupied her as she rummaged through the drawers, which contained basic office stuff.
Mandy visited the restroom, and after using the facilities, made certain she looked good. She adjusted her top she display enough cleavage to be appealing, but not so much as to look slutty. Likewise, she fixed her skirt to be short enough to show a fair amount of thigh when she crossed her legs, but not to where she had to be ultra-careful when she sat.
Mandy then stood in his doorway and announced, "I'm ready to
get to it
whenever you are." She threw his words back at him with emphasis just to gauge his response.
Nelson looked up and smiled, his eyebrows jumping up and down at the beautiful vision before him. He gestured to the chair in front of his desk.
Sitting in the proffered chair, Mandy automatically crossed her legs and her skirt rose a little higher than she might otherwise have let it. She was not trying to tease her new boss, which probably wouldn't be a good idea on her first day; she was just feeling a little naughty this morning. It might also be a good barometer of his character.
The attorney first reviewed his office policy. In short, he preferred a casual office, both in attire and demeanor, and beyond that, as long as the work was done, pretty much anything went. He then discussed how he handled his practice and what he expected of her.
After listening to him talk for nearly an hour, Mandy was quite taken by her new employer. He seemed to be a genuinely nice guy, an extremely competent lawyer and a fair boss. She looked forward to working with him—and maybe more. Some might say she was promiscuous, but instead she chose to consider herself as one who would simply not shy away from a good opportunity.
Little did she know, Nelson's thoughts were running a similar course. Mandy was undoubtedly the nicest looking woman who had ever worked for him. He also seemed fairly open. It would be hard to keep his eyes off of her, let alone his hands.
As morning eased into lunch time, Mandy decided that it might be harder to work for the attorney than she first thought. By noon, they had had intermittent interaction, but the result was building sexual tension. He had come to her desk a couple of times. Once, she could feel him standing over her and she was certain he was staring down her top. Turning to him before looking up, she noticed the obvious bulge in his pants. But neither acknowledged anything. The other time, her skirt had eased up from moving around in her chair, and without really realizing it, she turned toward him as he approached and there was no mistaking his eyes focusing on her legs. Added to that was the distinct pulsing of his hard cock in his trousers.
When he told her she could take her lunch hour, she knew she had to leave the office just to cool down. Mandy decided to visit the CPA's office figuring that income tax was enough to assuage anyone.
* * *
Mandy was very open-minded about sex. Therefore, though the intent of leaving the office for lunch was to relieve the horniness she was feeling, entering the CPA's office did nothing to remedy that problem. The slightly older woman who greeted her was absolutely gorgeous. Mandy had found herself attracted to women on a few occasions, even going so far as to have sex with one a couple of times. While she was certainly not a lesbian and didn't really consider herself bisexual, she had found those episodes to be enjoyable and was not opposed to another if the right female came along. So, given her frame of mind when she entered the accountant's office, she was not surprised at herself for giving the woman a second look.
"Ms. Warner?" Mandy asked as the beautiful woman approached.
"Yes. May I help you?"
A quick glance around the small office told Mandy they were alone. "I don't have an appointment, but I need some tax assistance. I received a letter from the IRS."
Ms. Warner gave a knowing, but reassuring smile. "Well, you're in luck. I have a few minutes. Come on in."
Mandy followed the CPA into her office, took a seat in front of the woman's desk, and automatically crossed her legs with no regard for the position of her hem. Warner sat in the other chair rather than behind her desk. Though her skirt wasn't as short as Mandy's, the accountant still displayed a generous amount of shapely leg. Mandy was pleased that the woman seemed to be checking her out, as well.
"Do you have the letter?"
