The author is always supposed to describe herself when writing a story, right? Assuming that's true I'll tell you a little about me, Jill Joy (obviously not my real name).
I'm a brunette, 43 years old, five feet tall, 98 pounds, little tits, big ass for my size, enormous libido. My body looks 25 since I work out two hours a day, six days a week; my face looks about 35 (I "might" have had a little work done). I've fucked guys 18-68 years old since age doesn't mean much to me as long as a guy is reasonably fit, doesn't have a beard, and loves to eat pussy. I don't take dicks of over 7.5 inches in my pussy (though some in my ass) and like them best about 6-6.5 inches. I love heavy testicles.
At work, I am a conservative bitch. I am the boss and to keep the office running properly I do not socialize with my employees (about fifty of them), wear my hair up, and dress very conservatively. While I am compassionate if an employee has a real problem, I do not take bullshit and do not suffer fools. None of my employees would ever believe that I would -- or even could -- write a story like this. I would NEVER fuck an employee; nothing would be worse for morale, and it could bring a sexual harassment lawsuit.
Enough background.
I created a new position in our office that I needed someone with a finance or related college degree to fill. I got about ten resumes that looked promising, five men, five women, and interviewed all of them. The last person I interviewed was Tom. Though he was 23 he insisted on being called "Tommie." I told him to call me "Jill," not "Ms. Joy."
On paper Tommie was one of the most qualified. Unfortunately (for him if he really wanted this job) he was what some women would call a "hunk." He was about 6 feet tall, fairly long blond hair, "sparkling" blue eyes, an athletic build, 180-190 pounds, a Division I college tennis player. He had a beautiful and disarming smile, a great sense of humor, and a confident bearing. His eyes were not only "sparkling" but "piercing;" I sensed him undressing me with them during the interview.
I probably have been rattled at work only three times in the ten years that I have headed our office; this interview was one of the times. I didn't conduct it in the crisp manner I normally do and asked some questions that are legally inappropriate -- but I had to know -- such as if he was married, or in a serious relationship. When he said "No" to both, I was very pleased; but it meant there was no way that he was getting the job even though the interview with him took twice as long as the others.
I think he was a little surprised when I told him flat out at the end of the interview that he wasn't a good fit for our office. However, I also told him that he had a great resume and good personality, and I would -- if he didn't mind -- pass his resume along to friends of mine at companies X and Y in the same city, and recommend him. He say "Great," because he needed a job - and soon. I told him that if either worked out to let me know and I would buy him dinner. With that I handed him my card (the one with my personal cell number on it -- not the one for solely business contacts). I might have "inadvertently" brushed up against his hand for a few seconds when doing that.
He left my office with a big smile on his face.
He left me flustered.
I had to close my door, sit down behind my desk, and play with my kitty for a few minutes before I could regain my composure.
I immediately called up good friends of mine in charge of hiring at companies X and Y. Company X had the clear need for someone with his resume. My friend called Tommie that same day and arranged an interview.
I knew before Tommie did that he had the job at company X -- he was interviewed only three days after he left my office and was offered (and accepted) the job two days later. However I acted surprised -- and I didn't need to act pleased, because I was -- when he called my cell to tell, and thank, me.
I wanted to "play it cool" so while I was pleasant on the phone I didn't remind him of my offer. I wanted him to bring it up, and he did.
