Emma had gone to bed early the previous evening to ensure a good nights sleep in preparation for her interview the following day. She slept well; she was afraid that she would not and when the alarm woke her, she felt quite refreshed. She chose a pretty white blouse to go with her gray skirt and jacket. Looking at herself in the mirror, she felt quite pleased with her appearance, wearing her hair up like that made her look very business-like. She completed the look with a couple of small silver earrings and rather than wear her contacts, she thought the wire-framed spectacles would make her look more like an ideal office worker.
Arriving with 10 minutes to spare, she waited for five minutes before reporting to reception. The girl there told her to sit down and that Mr. Robinson would be with her shortly.
Mr. Robinson turned out to be a balding middle-aged man in a gray suit. He greeted Emma warmly and politely and led her to his office. As they went in, he told his secretary, Miss Frobisher, that he was not to be disturbed. Inside, he offered Emma a chair, taking a seat opposite her behind a large oaken desk. He smiled gently at her and Emma felt a little more comfortable.
'Would you like some tea or coffee, Miss Simpson?', he asked.
'No, thank you.' replied Emma, still a little nervous. She straightened a little in her chair, which had the effect of pushing her breasts out. She thought she caught Mr. Robinson eyeing her figure. 'That can't do any harm', she thought, swiveling her upper body, just a little, for effect.
'I can see from your resume that you have all the credentials we need.' said Mr. Robinson, thinking to himself how pretty the young woman looked. Under the cover of the desk, he brushed his hand over the front of his trousers. 'I wonder …', he thought.
'Thank you' said Emma, feeling more confident. She crossed her legs, angling herself in the chair to give Mr. Robinson a better view of her figure, of which she was justly proud.
'Perhaps you'd like to tell me something about yourself and why you are interested in this job?', he said, smiling. He noticed that she was willing to tease. Perhaps …?
'Well,' said Emma, 'I have been working out of town for Johnson's in their offices for the last 5 years. The work has been mainly clerical, with some secretarial duties. I have been happy there, but I felt that the work did not really challenge me, so I have been studying evenings.'
As Mr. Robinson watched and listened to Emma, he became aware of just how attractive she was. 'And not afraid to use that, either', he thought. Behind the cover of his desk, he eased down the zip on his trousers. The cool air on his hardening member felt good and it was certainly more comfortable now it had room to stiffen further.
'I enjoyed the coursework', continued Emma, unaware of how she was affecting Mr. Robinson beneath the oaken desk, 'and, as you can see from my grades, I did well and I am very keen to put it to practise.'
Emma paused. Mr. Robinson smiled at her to go on. One of his hands was beneath the desk and, for a moment, Emma had a disturbing thought. But no …surely not?
'So I have been looking around for some work experience and the opportunity to put what I have learnt to good use. I have heard good things about your company and being able to work locally will be useful to me. Especially, since my mother is not too well at present.'
'I am sorry to hear that. So you are keen to get this position?'
'Oh yes! I am sure I can satisfy all your requirements and I will try so hard to please you.' Replied Emma, then hesitated – was that perhaps a little too eager? She became aware of a growing sexual tension, which she was probably encouraging. The thought both alarmed and excited her.
'I like my staff eager to please. Are you eager to please me, Miss Simpson?'
Mr. Robinson felt his erection suddenly grow painfully hard, the young woman was obviously aware of his thoughts.
'Of course, Sir.' The response was almost automatic. Emma was keen to please and other implications of the situation were temporarily lost to her.
'What about right now, Miss Simpson?'
'O My God!' thought Emma, 'What does that mean? This could be getting out of control.' Unsure of exactly how to react, but not wishing to show any unwillingness ('I do need this job'), she smiled sweetly.
'You have a pretty face, my dear, and a lovely smile.'
‘Thank you!’, Emma blushed slightly and wondered why Mr. Robinson seemed to be wandering off topic.
‘I am sure you would do fine meeting and dealing with our clients. I can tell they would warm to you.’
‘Oh yes.’ Said Emma. ‘I like dealing with people.’ ‘This is really going rather well.’, she thought.
‘Perhaps you would be willing to try a little aptitude test?’
