The Interview, part II
The Interview: Part II
He woke up the morning of the interview with no more clarity about the job than when he ran across the misplaced ad. The curtness and mystery of his communications with Kelley intrigued him though, and he started wondering what the position could possibly involve as he showered and put on a suit. Kronenberg was one of the better-known “shark” law firms in the city and he wanted to make a good impression.
When he arrived he found a couple of what he assumed to be secretaries chatting up the receptionist. It seemed like they kept glancing at him and one of them was nearly staring. He stared back at her quizzically. Her mouth slowly turned up into a smile and to his surprise, she winked at him. Cute, he thought to himself.
Turning to the receptionist, he said “I’m here to see Kelley?” The receptionist ticked out something on the keyboard in front of her and gestured to a hallway he hadn’t noticed before. A tall, slender, blond woman with smart short hair was waiting there.
“Welcome, Mr. Smith.” Her tone conveyed no warmth.
“You must be Kelley?”
“You may address me as ‘Ms. Kelley, Mr. Smith”
She was wearing a white skirt suit and expensive looking black heels. There was something about her presence and her posture that made him think she was the queen bee around here. He strode over to her and shook her warm hand, at least something was warm about this woman he thought, and followed her further into the building. She led him down a hallway, through a door, and into a space where mostly women were working quietly in front of their screens. The decor was simple, yet classy and elegant. The lighting was softer than in a normal office, no fluorescent lights to be seen, and all the women seemed to have large comfortable spaces to themselves.
A few heads looked up as Ms. Kelley and Mr. Smith walked past. They reached Ms. Kelley’s corner office, she gestured to the chairs in front of her highly lacquered desk and closed the door. Ms. Kelley placed herself behind her desk, sitting in her high powered luxury leather chair. Smith noted that her perch was almost a foot higher than the chairs in front of her. Seeing no other choice, Mr. Smith took his seat opposite her and nervously began, “Ms. Kelley, thank you for calling me the other day. I’m very excited about this posi...” She interrupted, not looking at him but at her computer screen; seemingly not aware he had even been speaking, “Look, Mr. Smith. We do high-impact, high-visibility legal work here. Our attorneys and their support staff are the best in the business and they have extremely stressful jobs. We believe in giving our employees the tools they need to deal with the stress. Some firms contract with a massage place once a week, other places have foosball tables or counselors. We want to go the extra mile and have in-house support. Someone who can always be depended upon to relieve stress and keep company work product completely confidential.” It was only now that she looked at him, expectantly.
He did not have any experience with these sorts of things but he didn’t want lose the chance at whatever this opportunity was. It seemed, however, like she was hiding something and he was starting to wonder if she was going to ask him to set up a massage chair or coordinate activities to raise staff morale.
“Well, Ms. Kelley, I can assure you that I am very loyal to companies I work for. I always have their best interests at heart,” she was looking at her computer screen again. He tried to assert himself again, “I’m interested in what you are saying, however, I can’t help but feel you are being vague, if you don’t mind.”
“The finer details are only disclosed to candidates I recommend to the board.” she responded dryly.
There was something about the way Kelley said this though -- almost smirking in her own way -- that made him bite his lips instead of pushing the issue that she still hadn’t offered him any information about the actual job duties. He had a degree after all; and he had no experience with so called “office support positions.” Still, the job market was bad, and he needed to pay rent. He decided to try a different angle.
“The job post said that I could expect to make six figures within three years?”
“That is correct. We value our employees’ well-being and are prepared to invest in it heavily.”
She continued, “Mr. Smith, this project has been in the works for the last 12 months and hiring and training someone are nearly the last steps, so, what I want is for you to do is come sit under my desk.” She backed up in her chair.
He wasn’t sure he heard her.
She raised her eyebrows, “Now, Mr. Smith.”
He hesitated but felt himself push up off of his chair. He walked around her desk, got down on his hands and knees on the plush carpet, crawling and sitting as gracefully as possible in the rather spacious spot under Ms. Kelley’s desk.
“Comfortable?” Her concern was hollow and practiced. Meaningless.
He nodded, feeling a bit ridiculous and more than a smidgen humiliated.
She looked down at him with her stern face and pulled her skirt up revealing her garter belt. She rolled back up to the desk and spread her legs. He felt trapped.
“You’ll have to get closer than that Mr. Smith”
He felt a tug on his hair and obediently moved up so that he was staring at the crotch of Ms. Kelley’s satin white panties. He was surprised to find that the chair Ms. Kelley was sitting in was made specially for this sort of activity. There was a recessed area in the seat cushion to comfortably accommodate him. He sat there transfixed, not quite knowing what his next course of action should be. This interview was already so far removed from the wildest possible scenarios he had imagined while showering this morning. He had to admit, she did have a nice crotch.
Kelley’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Mr. Smith, I don’t have all day. I need to evaluate your skills if we are to extend an offer. Please begin immediately.”
“Begin wha . . .” he started to ask, and then stopped in shock as Ms. Kelley moved her panties to the side and exposed herself. “Begin performing your duties, of course. You will be evaluated on all aspects of your performance: attention to detail, efficiency, expert interleaving of your hands and mouth, and your ability to deliver climax.”
As he finally understood what he was supposed to do, he tried to raise his gaze to look her in the eye and winced as he hit the side of his head against the hard oak desk.
“Idiot.” she sighed, “You’re wasting my time.” She grabbed his hair, and pulled his face against her crotch.
Any response or protest he had an opportunity to raise was quickly muffled by Ms. Kelley’s cunt. Fear and worry welled up in him unexpectedly. He was worried he was going to fail this test.
He brought his mouth to her and licked the outside of her warm hairy cunt before parting her labia to reveal the silky pink inner. He licked her from top to bottom and back up again. He found her clit with his tongue and circled around it twice before drawing the little bud into his mouth. He thought he might have heard her moan when he sucked on it. He applied a bit more suction and held it before flicking his tongue across the tip of her now engorged clit. She shifted in her chair a bit, scooting to the edge. He released his hold on her clit and licked down the length of her pussy, feeling pleased to have found her juices waiting there for him to lick up.
His hand involuntarily reached down to undo his zipper. This whole ridiculous situation had made him harder than he had been in months. Kelley saw him shift to reach back and sharply commanded: “There will be none of that, Mr. Smith. You are here for our pleasure, not yours. Is that clear? If offered a position you will not be permitted to touch yourself at all. Frankly, that’s quite disgusting and unprofessional. Are we clear?”
He continued licking up her juice but moved his hand away from his zipper.
“Mr. Smith, you will respond when I address you.”
“Yes Ms. Kelley.”
Just then there was a soft knock at the door and a voice “Ms. Kelley, I have some things for you to review for the meeting with the clients this afternoon. “ Mr. Smith heard footfalls come to the desk.
“Yes, and what about that filing for later...” she had paused, “hold on a second, Victoria.”
“Mr. Smith, the interview is not over. Continue.”
He realized he had stopped mid lick.
He continued, slowly licking up and down, listening for what the women were talking about, but found the voices to be muffled by Ms. Kelley’s thighs clamping around his head when he had finally made his way back to her clit. All he could smell was her scent. It was in his nose and mouth. He tried to pull back but she just clamped down harder. When she finally let him go, he found he did not want to pull back. Instead, he pushed his face into her, breathed her in and stuck his tongue inside of her.
He felt a pain. He thought it might have been because he hit his head but Ms. Kelley was actually pulling his hair, pulling him back away from her.
“Your enthusiasm is noted, Mr. Smith. This interview is over.” Her tone was dryer than ever.
His face was sticky with her juice. He found he was having a difficult time breathing and oddly he felt hurt, as if he had failed. She backed away from him and handed him a warm damp towel she procured from an unseen spot. Feeling something like gratitude, he took it from her and reached for his nose.
“That’s not for you. It’s for me, you are to clean me up” she opened her legs wide and putting her feet on her desk she said, “I don’t want to smell you on me later.” For the first time he saw her lips break out into a smile.
He crawled halfway from under the desk and wiped up his mess from Ms. Kelley’s vagina. When she seemed satisfied, she handed him a soft dry towel and told him to dry her off.
Crossing her legs and pulling down the hem of her pencil skirt to her knees, she looked down at him, “Mr. Smith, thank you for your time. We will call you in a few days to follow up. Victoria will show you the way out.”
Mr. Smith awkwardly stood up. “Tha...thank you, Ms. Kelley for your ti..time.” he managed to stutter out. He had nothing to hide or to relieve the bulge that had grown in his pants or the stickiness which was quickly drying on his face. As he got to his feet he noticed there was still someone else in the room. The same girl he had noticed at the receptionist’s desk. Victoria presumably, and presumably she had just stood there silently watching while he had cleaned Ms. Kelley’s cunt.
Victoria was standing now at the edge of Ms. Kelley’s desk with a pile of paper in her arms, two towels in her hand, and barely hiding her smirk. In a very sweet tone, she said “Mr. Smith, this way please.” She turned and swiftly strode towards the door, her auburn ponytail swinging wildly behind her. He did his best to straighten his tie and jacket and followed Victoria. Feeling conspicuous, he tried not to make eye contact with the women working outside of Ms. Kelley’s office. Thankfully, none looked in his direction.
“Mr. Smith, this way please.” Victoria had walked swiftly ahead of him and was waiting at the far end of the room holding a door for him. He noticed how very lovely her figure was from this distance, but her face showed impatience. He caught up to her, darting through the doorway and into the hallway beyond. She followed behind him. He could hear her impatient footsteps behind him, pushing him to walk faster.
“Take a right up ahead.”
At the end of the hall there was a window and a door on the left and the right. He opened the door on the right and stepped in but instead of finding himself outside or in the lobby, he was in what appeared to be Kronenberg’s law library. There were high book shelves lining two of the four walls. In the center of the room there was an oak desk not dissimilar to the desk he had seen in Ms. Kelley’s office, except there was nothing on it but an antique desk lamp with a green shade, a pen and a thick looking packet of paper. Further back in the room was what looked to be a medical exam table. The room was large and the light didn’t reach to all corners.
He heard the door click behind him.
“Come in Mr. Smith.” Victoria walked around him and into the room. For the first time, he noticed that her stockings had lines on the back of them. The vertical lines led his eyes up the length of her legs and to rest on her perfect apple shaped bottom.
Victoria strode to the desk and placed what she was carrying on the far edge. “there is a restroom behind that door over there Mr. Smith. I suggest you clean yourself up and come back so we can talk.”
He didn’t remember seeing another door but upon examination there certainly was one towards the back of the room. He started for the door.
“Oh and there are some things in there I would like you to change into and also please provide us with a urine sample. You’ll find a sealed cup behind the small door on the wall”
The bathroom looked like the bathroom at his doctor’s office. Everything was white with the exception of the small grey door on the wall to the right of the toilet. He opened it and found inside a standard urine sample cup complete with a sticker with his name on it. Also inside he found a small pouch with a hospital gown inside.
“Nope.” he muttered under his breath.
He poked his head out of the door and said “what is this all about? I thought we were done here and you were going to take me outside.” there was some panic in his voice.
Victoria looked up, she was reviewing something in front of her, “You’ve passed the first interview Mr. Smith. You’re here for further interview.”
“Oh.”
I wrote that a while ago with a very good friend of mine and then never posted it. Sorry for the wait. There could be a part III if the stars lined up exactly right. Let me know if you enjoyed this installment.
He woke up the morning of the interview with no more clarity about the job than when he ran across the misplaced ad. The curtness and mystery of his communications with Kelley intrigued him though, and he started wondering what the position could possibly involve as he showered and put on a suit. Kronenberg was one of the better-known “shark” law firms in the city and he wanted to make a good impression.
When he arrived he found a couple of what he assumed to be secretaries chatting up the receptionist. It seemed like they kept glancing at him and one of them was nearly staring. He stared back at her quizzically. Her mouth slowly turned up into a smile and to his surprise, she winked at him. Cute, he thought to himself.
Turning to the receptionist, he said “I’m here to see Kelley?” The receptionist ticked out something on the keyboard in front of her and gestured to a hallway he hadn’t noticed before. A tall, slender, blond woman with smart short hair was waiting there.
“Welcome, Mr. Smith.” Her tone conveyed no warmth.
“You must be Kelley?”
“You may address me as ‘Ms. Kelley, Mr. Smith”
She was wearing a white skirt suit and expensive looking black heels. There was something about her presence and her posture that made him think she was the queen bee around here. He strode over to her and shook her warm hand, at least something was warm about this woman he thought, and followed her further into the building. She led him down a hallway, through a door, and into a space where mostly women were working quietly in front of their screens. The decor was simple, yet classy and elegant. The lighting was softer than in a normal office, no fluorescent lights to be seen, and all the women seemed to have large comfortable spaces to themselves.
A few heads looked up as Ms. Kelley and Mr. Smith walked past. They reached Ms. Kelley’s corner office, she gestured to the chairs in front of her highly lacquered desk and closed the door. Ms. Kelley placed herself behind her desk, sitting in her high powered luxury leather chair. Smith noted that her perch was almost a foot higher than the chairs in front of her. Seeing no other choice, Mr. Smith took his seat opposite her and nervously began, “Ms. Kelley, thank you for calling me the other day. I’m very excited about this posi...” She interrupted, not looking at him but at her computer screen; seemingly not aware he had even been speaking, “Look, Mr. Smith. We do high-impact, high-visibility legal work here. Our attorneys and their support staff are the best in the business and they have extremely stressful jobs. We believe in giving our employees the tools they need to deal with the stress. Some firms contract with a massage place once a week, other places have foosball tables or counselors. We want to go the extra mile and have in-house support. Someone who can always be depended upon to relieve stress and keep company work product completely confidential.” It was only now that she looked at him, expectantly.
He did not have any experience with these sorts of things but he didn’t want lose the chance at whatever this opportunity was. It seemed, however, like she was hiding something and he was starting to wonder if she was going to ask him to set up a massage chair or coordinate activities to raise staff morale.
“Well, Ms. Kelley, I can assure you that I am very loyal to companies I work for. I always have their best interests at heart,” she was looking at her computer screen again. He tried to assert himself again, “I’m interested in what you are saying, however, I can’t help but feel you are being vague, if you don’t mind.”
“The finer details are only disclosed to candidates I recommend to the board.” she responded dryly.
There was something about the way Kelley said this though -- almost smirking in her own way -- that made him bite his lips instead of pushing the issue that she still hadn’t offered him any information about the actual job duties. He had a degree after all; and he had no experience with so called “office support positions.” Still, the job market was bad, and he needed to pay rent. He decided to try a different angle.
“The job post said that I could expect to make six figures within three years?”
“That is correct. We value our employees’ well-being and are prepared to invest in it heavily.”
She continued, “Mr. Smith, this project has been in the works for the last 12 months and hiring and training someone are nearly the last steps, so, what I want is for you to do is come sit under my desk.” She backed up in her chair.
He wasn’t sure he heard her.
She raised her eyebrows, “Now, Mr. Smith.”
He hesitated but felt himself push up off of his chair. He walked around her desk, got down on his hands and knees on the plush carpet, crawling and sitting as gracefully as possible in the rather spacious spot under Ms. Kelley’s desk.
“Comfortable?” Her concern was hollow and practiced. Meaningless.
He nodded, feeling a bit ridiculous and more than a smidgen humiliated.
She looked down at him with her stern face and pulled her skirt up revealing her garter belt. She rolled back up to the desk and spread her legs. He felt trapped.
“You’ll have to get closer than that Mr. Smith”
He felt a tug on his hair and obediently moved up so that he was staring at the crotch of Ms. Kelley’s satin white panties. He was surprised to find that the chair Ms. Kelley was sitting in was made specially for this sort of activity. There was a recessed area in the seat cushion to comfortably accommodate him. He sat there transfixed, not quite knowing what his next course of action should be. This interview was already so far removed from the wildest possible scenarios he had imagined while showering this morning. He had to admit, she did have a nice crotch.
Kelley’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts. “Mr. Smith, I don’t have all day. I need to evaluate your skills if we are to extend an offer. Please begin immediately.”
“Begin wha . . .” he started to ask, and then stopped in shock as Ms. Kelley moved her panties to the side and exposed herself. “Begin performing your duties, of course. You will be evaluated on all aspects of your performance: attention to detail, efficiency, expert interleaving of your hands and mouth, and your ability to deliver climax.”
As he finally understood what he was supposed to do, he tried to raise his gaze to look her in the eye and winced as he hit the side of his head against the hard oak desk.
“Idiot.” she sighed, “You’re wasting my time.” She grabbed his hair, and pulled his face against her crotch.
Any response or protest he had an opportunity to raise was quickly muffled by Ms. Kelley’s cunt. Fear and worry welled up in him unexpectedly. He was worried he was going to fail this test.
He brought his mouth to her and licked the outside of her warm hairy cunt before parting her labia to reveal the silky pink inner. He licked her from top to bottom and back up again. He found her clit with his tongue and circled around it twice before drawing the little bud into his mouth. He thought he might have heard her moan when he sucked on it. He applied a bit more suction and held it before flicking his tongue across the tip of her now engorged clit. She shifted in her chair a bit, scooting to the edge. He released his hold on her clit and licked down the length of her pussy, feeling pleased to have found her juices waiting there for him to lick up.
His hand involuntarily reached down to undo his zipper. This whole ridiculous situation had made him harder than he had been in months. Kelley saw him shift to reach back and sharply commanded: “There will be none of that, Mr. Smith. You are here for our pleasure, not yours. Is that clear? If offered a position you will not be permitted to touch yourself at all. Frankly, that’s quite disgusting and unprofessional. Are we clear?”
He continued licking up her juice but moved his hand away from his zipper.
“Mr. Smith, you will respond when I address you.”
“Yes Ms. Kelley.”
Just then there was a soft knock at the door and a voice “Ms. Kelley, I have some things for you to review for the meeting with the clients this afternoon. “ Mr. Smith heard footfalls come to the desk.
“Yes, and what about that filing for later...” she had paused, “hold on a second, Victoria.”
“Mr. Smith, the interview is not over. Continue.”
He realized he had stopped mid lick.
He continued, slowly licking up and down, listening for what the women were talking about, but found the voices to be muffled by Ms. Kelley’s thighs clamping around his head when he had finally made his way back to her clit. All he could smell was her scent. It was in his nose and mouth. He tried to pull back but she just clamped down harder. When she finally let him go, he found he did not want to pull back. Instead, he pushed his face into her, breathed her in and stuck his tongue inside of her.
He felt a pain. He thought it might have been because he hit his head but Ms. Kelley was actually pulling his hair, pulling him back away from her.
“Your enthusiasm is noted, Mr. Smith. This interview is over.” Her tone was dryer than ever.
His face was sticky with her juice. He found he was having a difficult time breathing and oddly he felt hurt, as if he had failed. She backed away from him and handed him a warm damp towel she procured from an unseen spot. Feeling something like gratitude, he took it from her and reached for his nose.
“That’s not for you. It’s for me, you are to clean me up” she opened her legs wide and putting her feet on her desk she said, “I don’t want to smell you on me later.” For the first time he saw her lips break out into a smile.
He crawled halfway from under the desk and wiped up his mess from Ms. Kelley’s vagina. When she seemed satisfied, she handed him a soft dry towel and told him to dry her off.
Crossing her legs and pulling down the hem of her pencil skirt to her knees, she looked down at him, “Mr. Smith, thank you for your time. We will call you in a few days to follow up. Victoria will show you the way out.”
Mr. Smith awkwardly stood up. “Tha...thank you, Ms. Kelley for your ti..time.” he managed to stutter out. He had nothing to hide or to relieve the bulge that had grown in his pants or the stickiness which was quickly drying on his face. As he got to his feet he noticed there was still someone else in the room. The same girl he had noticed at the receptionist’s desk. Victoria presumably, and presumably she had just stood there silently watching while he had cleaned Ms. Kelley’s cunt.
Victoria was standing now at the edge of Ms. Kelley’s desk with a pile of paper in her arms, two towels in her hand, and barely hiding her smirk. In a very sweet tone, she said “Mr. Smith, this way please.” She turned and swiftly strode towards the door, her auburn ponytail swinging wildly behind her. He did his best to straighten his tie and jacket and followed Victoria. Feeling conspicuous, he tried not to make eye contact with the women working outside of Ms. Kelley’s office. Thankfully, none looked in his direction.
“Mr. Smith, this way please.” Victoria had walked swiftly ahead of him and was waiting at the far end of the room holding a door for him. He noticed how very lovely her figure was from this distance, but her face showed impatience. He caught up to her, darting through the doorway and into the hallway beyond. She followed behind him. He could hear her impatient footsteps behind him, pushing him to walk faster.
“Take a right up ahead.”
At the end of the hall there was a window and a door on the left and the right. He opened the door on the right and stepped in but instead of finding himself outside or in the lobby, he was in what appeared to be Kronenberg’s law library. There were high book shelves lining two of the four walls. In the center of the room there was an oak desk not dissimilar to the desk he had seen in Ms. Kelley’s office, except there was nothing on it but an antique desk lamp with a green shade, a pen and a thick looking packet of paper. Further back in the room was what looked to be a medical exam table. The room was large and the light didn’t reach to all corners.
He heard the door click behind him.
“Come in Mr. Smith.” Victoria walked around him and into the room. For the first time, he noticed that her stockings had lines on the back of them. The vertical lines led his eyes up the length of her legs and to rest on her perfect apple shaped bottom.
Victoria strode to the desk and placed what she was carrying on the far edge. “there is a restroom behind that door over there Mr. Smith. I suggest you clean yourself up and come back so we can talk.”
He didn’t remember seeing another door but upon examination there certainly was one towards the back of the room. He started for the door.
“Oh and there are some things in there I would like you to change into and also please provide us with a urine sample. You’ll find a sealed cup behind the small door on the wall”
The bathroom looked like the bathroom at his doctor’s office. Everything was white with the exception of the small grey door on the wall to the right of the toilet. He opened it and found inside a standard urine sample cup complete with a sticker with his name on it. Also inside he found a small pouch with a hospital gown inside.
“Nope.” he muttered under his breath.
He poked his head out of the door and said “what is this all about? I thought we were done here and you were going to take me outside.” there was some panic in his voice.
Victoria looked up, she was reviewing something in front of her, “You’ve passed the first interview Mr. Smith. You’re here for further interview.”
“Oh.”
I wrote that a while ago with a very good friend of mine and then never posted it. Sorry for the wait. There could be a part III if the stars lined up exactly right. Let me know if you enjoyed this installment.
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