I applied for a job as a Personal Assistant to the managing director of a local family run business, it was only for a year but the clincher for me was $65,000 per year but I only needed to go into work 3 days a week the rest of the time I could work on a works laptop.
I was determined to get this job and when I received a letter inviting me to attend for an interview, now at this point I must own up to the fact that my C.V. was not entirely truthful. I do type 55 words but that is an hour not a minute, and experience should have read nil, but somehow nil was embellished and looked on the application form a lot like 4 years, in a relevant industry.
So that is the background to this story, I needed to seduce the Managing Director into giving me the position. I invested $45 in a manicure, $225 for a smart business suit navy blue, a black push-up bra one cup size to small, matching T-back panties $55, and fishnet stockings $15 and suspender belt $20 Shoes $50, total cost of getting the job $410.
However, the skirt of the suit needed to be altered to ensure the job would be mine. The skirt was knee length with a 3 inch side split. I opened both side seems another 6 inches, so that I did not look too slutty. I fixed the seem with press studs concealed so that I could open as much or as little as I wanted to show.
The letter was signed Ronnie McCallum. So confident in my ability to seduce him, I set off in my car for the 10 minute drive to the offices. Parking the car I checked make-up hair jiggled my boobs to fit them into the small cups (my cups runeth over) stocking perfect I opened the car door, stepped daintily out and walked into the building to the reception desk.
A leggy blonde, I guessed to be 30 or 32 watched me through the window as I approached, I found her expression hard to read, "Can I help you Miss," she enquired.
I looked at her name badge Lauren McCallum. I told her I was here for an interview with Ronnie McCallum for the post of Personal Assistant.
Her face changed and she smiled, as she told me to take a seat, adding can I get you a tea, coffee or soft drink?
Coffee would be nice, I smiled, sitting I crossed my legs and in moments Lauren appeared with two coffee's and she sat opposite me with the other. She told me she was just standing in for the receptionist, as she had to go to the dentist.
She was in charge of the Marketing department. She said since it was a family run company all staff were expected to be flexible and the family lead by example.
We chatted, mostly about nothing till the telephone rang, she answered and asked me to follow her, discretely I popped the studs as we walked, she knocked on a door opened it and ushered me in, "Ronnie, this is Sarah." she announced.
I entered and stopped short, Ronnie was not as imagined him, he was a she, too late to close the studs, I shook hands and Ronnie led me to a sofa, Lauren noticed my skirt, and smiled as she closed the door.
Ronnie was a little bit older than Lauren was but not as tall, she wore a black jacket fitted, over a white top, and black slacks, she had a long auburn hair falling half way down her body, she was beautiful with almost opaque skin.
Ronnie sat opposite me, and force of habit I crossed my legs, the skirt fell back revealing stocking tops suspenders and black satin panties, I flicked my skirt down, but I had a life of its own it seemed and dropped back again.
Ronnie laughed aloud, "I see you really want this job, and if my father was here today it would already be yours."
She picked up my CV and read it "Very impressive" she said, "Now, just how much of this is true."
I asked how she did not think it was all true.
She laughed again, "If it was true, then you wouldn't need the outfit."
I admitted that the basics were correct but there was some exaggeration.
Ronnie explained just what the duties would be, there were not looking for typists they had them and more than my 55 words a minute. They needed someone organised who would see that her father was in the right place at the right time. The previous person, Mrs Hope, who had been with the firm for 20 years, had recently had a double tragedy and had left the firm.
So with that she went through my CV again. There was knock on the door, it was Lauren. She came over and sat beside me on the couch, and they both stared at me like they were undressing me with their eyes.
"Well Sarah," Lauren began when we finished, "How much do you want this position."
"I'd love to work here." I said.
Lauren stood up, walked over to the door, and turned the key, "Well I guess you had better show Ronnie and I."
Lauren was wearing the same as Ronnie except for a mini skirt, which came to mid-thigh.
I stood and walked to Lauren by the door. Reaching her, I danced moving down her body my hands ran down her sides to her legs. I found she wore no stockings or tights, as my hands moved up under her skirt.
I then slowly moved up to her jacket, undoing the buttons. The front opened and I slipped it off her shoulders. My hands travelled up touching the sides of her breasts, until we stood face to face.
I turned and unbuttoned my jacket letting it slip off my shoulders to stand in skirt and push-up bra, I reached behind and unzipped my skirt wriggling my hips it dropped to the floor.
