My apologies I previously submitted an incomplete file. Here is the story in its entirety.
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Marie Fleming rushed to get to her interview. This was her last chance to land a job before she would have to admit defeat and move out of her apartment. Since she lost her job when the pandemic hit, she had fallen a month behind on her rent. New York was so expensive not just anything would do. She was fifty- two years old and her unemployment had run out as had her savings. She held out hope, but thought this was the oddest application process she had ever been through. First, the face time interview with the nice Ms. Brown, then a company physical before her face to face interview. It was four o'clock on Friday and scheduled for the end of the day.
She got on the elevator and pushed the button for the top floor. When the doors opened, she walked toward the only office on the floor and looked at the sign above the ornate door. Carstairs Worldwide Inc. The high-end women's clothing manufacturer made beautiful fashions that were usually out of her price range. She entered and saw Ms. Brown at her desk. She felt intimidated, she was so pretty. Long dark hair, and a gorgeous olive complexion.
She smiled and said "Marie, I'm so pleased to meet you in person, you look lovely? Are you ready for your interview?"
"I hope so but I have to admit I'm nervous, I really need the job."
" I'm sure you'll do fine dear. Please have a seat and we'll go over the particulars before you see Mr. Carstairs. Would you like some water, or coffee?"
"No, thank you, I'm fine"
Ms. Brown sat, looked at her and said "before we go any further, I need you to sign this non-disclosure agreement please."
Marie was surprised but after reading it, signed it. It seemed pretty standard. Do not divulge anything seen or heard blah, blah, blah.
Ms. Brown said "Excellent, dear. Let me explain the terms of employment before we go in and see Mr. Carstairs. First, let me apologize as the job is not exactly as a personal assistant as advertised."
"It's not?"
"No, dear."
"Then what is it for?"
"We'll get to that but first let me tell you about the financials. The hours are noon to four thirty. The salary is one thousand dollars a day. Company paid insurance, inclusion in the company 401k with a generous match, and two weeks' vacation pending the convenience of Mr. Carstairs. Does that sound satisfactory dear?"
Marie was astounded. This was beyond belief and her hopes soared. She had visions of being solvent within a month but then caution crept in. "The pay is amazing but why so much"
"Discretion dear. You might hear and see things that could hurt Mr. Carstairs standing in the community and the business world."
"What exactly does the job entail Ms. Brown?"
"Well, dear, Mr. Carstairs is in charge of a huge company. He is under an enormous amount of stress. You dear, would be in charge of relieving his stress"
"I still don't understand."
"Relieving his physical stress dear."
"Oh. Oh my. I couldn't."
"You certainly could dear. I did for the last five years. I'm fifty- seven now. Five years older than you. If you get this job, in five years, you'll take mine when I retire."
"But why? I'm fifty-two he could have a younger woman as a, whatever? I don't even know what to call it."
"You're lovely dear. That was evident in the face time interview. He prefers an older woman; he feels they are less inclined to think this could lead to a permanent relationship."
"I'm sorry but I think this was a mistake." Marie rose to leave and started for the door.
'Two hundred sixty thousand dollars a year dear. Ms. Brown said."
Marie stopped, thought, then turned.
"What do I have to do?"
"He generally requires oral around one o'clock, and vaginal around four o'clock. During your time of the month he usually requires anal on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I can attest to the fact that he is gentle"
Marie was stunned. On one hand she was broke, on the other, this was more money than she ever expected to earn in a year. The fact was she had to whore herself, and that's how she saw it. It made her a little ill.
"Marie? Would you like to continue?"
"I think I'd like to try"
"Excellent dear let's just get you ready, and by the way my name is Eve. I'm sure we are going to be close friends"
"One more thing dear. Occasionally Mr. Carstairs will let someone else sit in his chair so to speak. When he does, we are to treat them as we would him do you understand?"
"I think so"
"You are free to sit on the couch and read or use a tablet while waiting for Mr. Carstairs to ask for your assistance. One last thing. When anyone other than myself enters the room, you are to be under his desk."
"What?"
"It's for your own protection dear. If he were to allow anyone to use his chair and they knew who you were it could compromise you. Surely you can understand"
"I suppose"
"Excellent"
Eve rose and tapped on the office door before opening it.
"Marie Fleming is here for her interview sir."
"Thank you, Eve, just get her prepared."
"Yes sir. This way Marie"
As Marie followed Eve, she looked at Mr. Carstairs. He looked to be about thirty or so, wide shoulder and short dark blond hair, very handsome but seemingly uninterested in the proceeding.
Eve led her into the washroom off the office.
"Now dear normally it isn't necessary to undress unless you are worried about getting something on your clothes but today Mr. Carstairs would like to see you. There is a closet here for you to keep a few things and you are always welcome to use the shower at the end of the day if you please"
"You mean I need to undress?"
"Yes Dear"
"I can't do this"
"Yes, you can Marie. Here let me help." Eve reached out and started unbuttoning Marie's blouse.
Marie quickly said "no I'll do it."
