After I graduated from college I took a short break and then started to look for a decent job. I went to a liberal arts university and it seemed as though there wasn't much demand for anyone but the nerds, like Bill Gates.
At first I was optimistic and soon found a job at a dot.com company that offered me a lot of stock options, but in less than a year, their stock was worthless and I was laid off. A short time later, got another job and went through the same thing.
I lived at home and the fact that my parents weren't financially that well off, I knew that I had to get a job quick, whatever was offered to me,would be O.K., I was desperate. I'd take it. Plus I had some college loans that would be due very soon for payments.
I loved my parents, especially my Mom, she was so beautiful and always played with me from the time I could remember. We would even take our baths together, I loved it when it was my turn to scrub her with soap and especially when she told me to wash her good between her legs, she always enjoyed that, but when I got older she said that it wasn't right for us to bath together, I really missed that.
Also, I was getting lonely. I didn't have a boyfriend, all the kids I grew up with had all left the area and went to wherever they could find a job. Frequently I would find myself getting sexually aroused just by reading erotic stories on the internet or looking at magazines that had adds with models, men or women, that were dressed provocatively with revealing clothes.. The only time I felt comfortable masturbating was when my parents were out of the house or when I was in the tub or shower. I was becoming addicted to my vibrator and found myself wanting to masturbate every day, in fact, several times a day. I was almost positive that my mother knew what I was doing in my bedroom, just by the smell of my sex, sometimes, I swear, that I could hear her foot-steps outside of my bedroom when I was masturbating, and realized that I had to have a place of my own.
After many interviews, and their response would always be, "We'll call you when we have an opening." As a last resort, I knew this girl that was in my sorority that was taking over her families garment business. She had called me a couple of times and asked if I was interested in a job with her company. I really didn't care that much for this girl, Niki, because she acted like a spoiled brat. I had my share of run ins with her, but hey, I needed a job badly.
Niki was very smart, as well as being very popular in college, the fact that she had a BMW sport car and always wore expensive designer's clothes, that drew a lot of the guys and gals to her. Otherwise, Niki didn't offer that much in the looks department, for one thing, she had a hook nose plus she was over weight, her complexion wasn't the best either, a lot of zits. Also I heard that she was quite promiscuous sexually.
The reason I describe her that way is for only one reason. I have a few friends that are not exactly beautiful, but they're nice, so looks don't mean that much to me, it's more personality that counts.
Niki was a bitch, she would make all kinds of comments to me when other students were around, again, I came to realize that she was envious of my looks. I'm considered attractive and have the looks and the body she wished she had, but I didn't flaunt my looks. I was shy plus I never had extra money to buy smart clothes or go out with the group, so she always called me stuck-up or other insulting names.
I called her company and told the HR woman that I would like to come in for a job interview. After I gave her my name, she excused herself and then, in a couple of minutes, returned, she told me she was sorry for the delay, but she had an important call that she had to take. She then continued and asked me a few questions about my work and education back-ground which I answered, then the questions became more personal.
She asked me if I was married, when I told her that I wasn't, then she asked me if I had a boyfriend, again I said no. Then the next question really threw me, she asked if I had ever had sex with another woman. I hadn't, but I didn't think it was any of her business, but I also needed the job desperately, so I told her "no."
She made an appointment for me to be there at five tomorrow afternoon, Friday. I thanked her very much for the opportunity. She then said, when you come into the office, tell the receptionist to call me, Tracy Trim.
I hung up and as I was thinking of what I was going to wear for the interview, then it hit me, I knew that name, she was one of Niki's closest friends. She didn't belong to our house but she came over frequently and visited with Niki. I remember her being a nice looking girl with a body that looked like she had been pumping iron from the day she was born, all muscle and she loved to show it off, but I have to admit, she was hot looking.. When she visited Niki, they would retreat to Niki's room and stay there until it was time for guests to leave.
The next day, I started to get ready for my interview with Tracy and decided to wear a business suit and look professional. I wasn't too sure about the skirt because it was a mini, but I knew that I had nice long and good looking legs and the skirt wasn't that short. Another thing, Niki always wore slacks or dresses that went down to her ankles, maybe she would be a little pissed at me showing off my legs. Let's face it, I didn't have that much in my wardrobe to choose from, so that's what I wore.
I got in my beat up old car and arrived at their office around four forty-five, I thought better early than late. I went to the receptionist and told her that I had a five o'clock appointment with Tracy Trim. She looked at me with a smile on her face, like the cat that ate the canary, and then said, "please be seated and I'll page Ms. Trim."
I sat in a chair facing her and I watched her as she called Tracy, but I also noticed a smirk on her face, evidently she knew Tracy well enough to joke around with her. When she got off the phone, she got up and went into another room and then came out with a glass of champagne, which she offered to me. Then she said, "Tracy is tied up but will be with you in a few moments." She went back to her desk and then said, "I'll be leaving, but just make yourself comfortable and Ms Trim will come as soon as she's finished."
The receptionist was not much younger than me, but she was extremely attractive. The way she walked was similar to a model walking down the ramp at a designers show. She was shorter than me, but she had a perfect "tight" body." I found myself just staring at her. As she walked out, it was now five o'clock, she looked at me, gave me a wink and then said, "good luck, hope to see you again," Again, with a big smile.
While I was waiting for Tracy, I sipped on my drink and picked up a magazine that was on the table next to me. I was flipping the pages and became aware of the fact that every page had beautiful women wearing some very skimpy clothes that they appeared to be modeling. Then on other pages, there were two or three of them together in erotic poses, the way the held each other as well as kissing one another. I thought that I would be wise to put the magazine down, but found myself getting a little aroused by looking at these women, hell, they were sexy.
"Hi Cathy, I'm Tracy, nice meeting you. When you called, I thought that your name sounded familiar, you went to school with Niki. I see that you're as beautiful as you were when I visited Niki. Let me join you as I get a glass of champagne and give you a refill, I sure can use one." I started to say no, but she just took my glass and went to the other room.
She came back and handed me my drink and then she said, "good luck, I hope that you are the one we are looking for." Then she clicked my glass and we both took a drink.
"Let's go into my office and we can get more comfortable. I like to interview potential employees after all the others have left, of course Niki and I always get more done when we are alone. Speaking of Niki, she'll be down in a while but she told me to start interviewing you without her."
