The doorbell rang at 3.30 in the afternoon. David looked at his watch and got up from his desk. This should be Nelly, the third girl he would be interviewing today for the secretarial job he had advertised in the paper. He hoped this one would be OK; the other girls he had seen today were not very promising. However, he did know that she was pretty. He always asked for a photo to be sent with the job application. This avoided him having to waste time interviewing ugly girls.
He opened the door and his heart missed a beat when he saw the beautiful girl standing there. She was gorgeous. Blonde hair, blue eyes and sensual lips. She was about 5'7" tall with full breasts and long shapely legs. She was wearing a short white dress with a zip up the front and white shoes with very high heels. She had a golden chain necklace and golden earrings. Her lipstick was shiny pink. He knew from her CV that she was 28 years old.
"Nelly?" David asked. She nodded with a big smile, showing white even teeth with a slight gap between the two front ones.
"Yes, I'm Nelly," she replied, "I've come about the job you advertised." She spoke with a delightful accent which sounded French. David asked her to come in.
He took her into his office and closed the door. "Sit down," he said, indicating a leather sofa. He sat on a facing sofa and looked closely at Nelly across the low table between them. She crossed her legs and he glimpsed a flash of white panties. He had her CV ready on the table and picked it up.
"Where are you from Nelly? You've got a charming accent. Are you French?"
"No, I'm from Belgium," she answered, "I came to the U.S. five years ago and I've been here ever since."
David looked at the CV. "I see that you haven't worked for the last couple of years, why's that?"
Nelly uncrossed her legs and sat with them slightly apart. Her dress was up to mid-thigh. "I got married and had a baby, and as my husband had a very good job I didn't need to work anymore."
"So why do you want to work again now? David asked her, staring at the gap between her legs. He could clearly see her panties.
She looked him straight in the eye and adopted a sad expression. "My husband left me three months ago and now I have to work again," she replied.
"OK Nelly, let's do the typing test," David said. "You can use my PC for the moment." He led her over to his desk and she settled into his chair. The PC was switched on to Word and he began to dictate a long letter. He watched her as she typed. She had very smooth skin with a slight tan. Her shoulder length blonde hair was shining in the soft afternoon sunlight coming through the window. The top of her dress was unzipped just enough to show the swell of her breasts. He wondered if she was wearing a bra.
When the letter was finished David printed it out and asked Nelly to go and sit on the sofa again while he checked it. She watched him reading it through and her face dropped as she saw him making lots of marks on it with a red pen.
"This isn't very good Nelly," he said as he walked over to her and sat down. "Look at all these errors. I can understand that your English isn't perfect, but if this is the best you can do I'm afraid I can't take you on here."
Nelly felt the tears come into her eyes and then she burst out crying. "Please give a chance," she sobbed, "I need a job so badly. My baby is sick and I owe two months rent on my apartment. The landlord is threatening to throw me out if I don't pay him. Please give me another try."
David looked at her pretty face with tears running down her cheeks. "I'm sorry Nelly," he said, "but I think you should look for a job somewhere else, you're really not up to the standard I'm looking for. I've had several applications and I've still got some more girls to see."
Nelly reached to take a handkerchief from her bag, causing her legs to open a little wider. David breathed hard as he saw her panties again.
"I've been looking for a job for ages now," she stammered, wiping her eyes, "but I can't find anything. There are so many unemployed people here and not enough jobs to go round."
Then she began to cry again. "Oh please, please, give me a chance. I need the money so badly. I'll do anything."
David felt his cock begin to harden. Hell, he thought, so what if she makes typing errors. I'd love to fuck her. Maybe I should hire her, I can always fire her when I've had enough of her.
"Nelly, when you say that you'll do anything, do you really mean absolutely anything?" he asked her, staring deep into her moist blue eyes.
She lowered her head and David saw a blush creep into her cheeks. "Yes," she replied softly, "I'll do anything you want."