Interview for a new job ...

Jenny swallowed the lump in her throat and smoothed the modest gray pencil skirt against her nylon covered thighs. She studied her reflection in the large mirrored panes of the office structure in front of her. Her white blouse was tucked neatly into her skirt, the top buttons undone enough to show more than an adequate amount of her generous cleavage. Her breasts were on obvious display, aided by the silk lace push up bra she had been instructed to wear. Her hair was pulled back and wrapped in a tight bun. Her face was painted to perfection, capped with glistening cherry red lips.

She walked nervously into the building and scanned the office listings on the occupancy board. She located the business name and noted the office number, located on the eighth floor. She meandered casually to the elevator and entered the next available one, thankful to be riding alone. Looking herself over once more in the mirror contained within the lift, Jenny worried if she looked like how her blackmailer intended?

She had followed the instructions exactly. Black garters, thigh high stockings, no panties, push up bra, and high heel shoes. Business skirt, and blouse, undone enough to show off your tits, but still look professional. Hair up in a bun. Lots of makeup and show off those 'blowjob lips.' The person looking back at her was not Jenny McArdle, she thought to herself. As hard as it might be, Jenny held onto that single thought … this is not Jenny McArdle … this is some other person, just trying to get through an ordeal.

The chime rang, announcing her arrival to the eighth floor. Again, Jenny swallowed hard and stepped forward into a wolf's den, a little chick trying to survive. She looked around the expanse, trying to absorb her surroundings.

“Welcome to Architectural Builders Consortium. How may I help you?”

Jenny's eyes were drawn to the cheery receptionist sitting behind the large countertop. She was tapping away at a keyboard at the same time she was addressing Jenny. Behind her, plastered on the gray partition wall was the company logo, confirming she was at the designated location.

Jenny sidled up to the counter assessing the receptionist as she did so. She appeared to be in her mid thirties, dressed similarly as Jenny was; however, her blouse was buttoned to the neck, and her makeup was less obvious. Her black hair was pulled into a loose bun that seemed ready to spill out with the slightest of effort. The nametag bore the name 'MISSY,' pinned just above her left breast.

“Um … Jenny … Uh … Jennifer McArdle, here to see Mr.Roselle about an open position.” Jenny was trying her best to sound and appear professional.

Missy took a close look at the young tart standing in front of her. 'An open position … On her back,' Missy mumbled to herself, low enough that she wasn't heard. She plastered an obvious fake smile upon her face. “Have a seat in those chairs, and I'll let him know you are here.”

Jenny took a seat near the doorway, the thought of running away, fluttering through her brain. She picked up a nearby magazine, pretending to read an article. She continued to analyze Missy, the receptionist, wondering if she were wearing garters and hose, without any panties? Suddenly the weight of her assigned task felt like it was crumbling down upon her, trapping her beneath the rubble. She recalled the detailed instructions her blackmailer had laid out in no uncertain terms. Butterflies were swarming in her stomach, making her nauseous.

She had come this far! There really was no turning back. She had to see it through; for her own sake and sanity, not to mention for Mr. Goodwin also.

She was startled from her solitude by a booming voice and a large dark shadow casting over her. “Miss McArdle? I'm Ronald Roselle. Pleased to meet you.”

Jenny looked up from the magazine she wasn't reading, and suddenly lost her voice. Looming over her was a mountain of a man, standing at least six and a half feet tall. He was dressed impeccably in a finely tailored suit, fitting his broad shoulders, triangular torso and impossibly large biceps. He sported a stylish goatee on his otherwise well-chiseled face. The light reflected off his shaven head. Her eyes drifted lower trying to take in the entire picture. She was sure there was a bulge in his pants. Her reverie was broken by the large calloused hand extending towards her … the large black hand that completely enveloped her lily white hand within his when they shook in a formal greeting.

Jenny remained speechless, redness and heat filling not only her face, but her body as well. She had simply turned to a gelatinous mold overwhelmed by the boss of the company she was sent to interview with. She allowed him to pull her to her feet as she finally managed to squeak her reply greeting.

“Follow me,” he commanded. “We can meet in my office.” Just prior to turning away, Ron spoke to Missy. “Hold all my calls. If we go late, you can leave. I'll lock up.”

“Yes sir,” Missy replied, casting a snide sneer towards Jenny, that Mr. Roselle did not see. “An open position on her back,” Missy hissed once again, this time loud enough for Jenny to hear, but not the boss, as he had already began leading the way towards his office. Missy had punched a couple keys on the phone, ensuring Mr. Roselle would not be disturbed while assessing Miss McArdle's assets and career potential.

Jenny ignored Missy's cutting remark, focusing instead on what Mr. Roselle had said. “If we go late?” How late? How long could a job interview take? But then again, the blackmailer had insisted that she do whatever it takes to get the position, otherwise she and Brad would have a lot of explaining to do before the night was out.

The blackmailer! The letter! The instructions! It all came flooding back to Jenny at that very moment, her knees suddenly becoming weak. Her clothes, her makeup, the need to be employed, all rolled together meant only one thing. Jenny had quietly accepted the notion that she may have to resort to offering sex as an incentive to being hired, when she had received the letter. But now, trailing behind this black giant, her fears and trepidation were magnified. She wasn't racist by any means, but the mere thought of seducing a black man sent shivers throughout her tiny frame, bringing an embarrassing heat and moistness between her legs.

As she trailed in the giant's shadow, her mind drifted to the blackmailer. Could Mr. Roselle be him? Could he have set all this up, just to get to her? Could he have taken the pictures and sent the letters? But why her? Why go through the elaborate scheme at the hotel? Why involve Brad into her indiscretions? Why the facade?

Before Jenny could muster the simplest of answers, she found herself standing in an oversized plush office that overlooked the southern part of the city. Plate glass windows ran from the ceiling to the floor, giving the viewer an opportunity to see as far as the eyes could imagine. In front of her was a overly large red oak desk, upon which three computer monitors were perched. A stack of neatly file papers were positioned at the corner. Between the desk and the windows was a high back leather chair, that appeared large enough to envelop the boss' large frame. A row of filing cabinets consumed the wall to the right. To the left, was a single door, left somewhat ajar. Based on the tiled floor and lighting from within, Jenny assumed it to be a private bathroom.

Mr. Roselle had closed the door behind him, and Jenny thought she heard a 'click.' She, however, was directed to the single wooden chair located in front of the large desk, and told to have a seat. While the boss circled the desk, Jenny took a quick opportunity to notice a leather couch against the back wall that she had missed upon her entrance, due to the door blocking her view.

Now alone in the room with her, blackmailer's assigned, 'target,' Jenny focused all her attention on getting past this predicament. She sat, in what she assumed was a professional manner, knees pinned together, back straight, shoulders back, chest out, head high. It was uncomfortable for Jenny, in more ways than one. She much preferred the casual, relaxed appearance over the persona she was **** to adopt.

Clasping his hands together, leaning into his desk, and resting on his elbows, Ron Roselle finally broke the silence. “So? I understand you are looking at some summertime employment with our firm, in order to earn money for college. Is that correct?”

Jenny was finding it difficult to concentrate on the questions, as it seemed as if they shared the same storyline that the blackmailer had laid out. She continued trying to process the notion that the man sitting behind the desk, and the blackmailer were one in the same. “Um, yeah,” she finally stammered, knowing it was a lie, but she stuck with the script. “I need to earn some money to help pay for college. I was told you might have a position in mind for me?”

Ron smiled, wondering if the young treat in front of him was a great actress, or just a true bimbo. He had several 'positions' in mind for her already. He, however, continued to play along, wanting to see how far he could push the young filly along. If everything Mark had told him was true, Ron was sure he was going to have a wonderful summer. “Well that all depends on you Miss McArdle,” he calmly stated. “I don't usually hire people without knowing a bit about them first. It helps me make sure I place the people I decide to hire, in the right position, so as to maximize their benefit to the company. I wouldn't, say for example, hire you as an architect, if you had no engineering background. That would be a waste of time and effort, don't you agree?”

Jenny acknowledged with a slight nod, allowing the boss to continue.

“So tell me, Miss McArdle, what kind of position do you think you could perform that would be most beneficial to the company?”

Jenny had thought about her response to a question like this, ever since she had read the letter the first time. She knew nothing about the business to be an asset worth hiring. The only 'office job,' that came to mind was either a receptionist or secretary type position, which is why she settled on the chosen outfit she wore today. Still struggling to find her voice and not sound like a kid, Jenny nervously replied. “I was thinking I might be of help as a receptionist, or possibly a secretary. I can answer phones, type letters, file papers, and things like that.” She cracked a slight smile, as if she were greeting him as a visitor.

“Well ...” Ron leaned closer over his desk, bringing his hand to his chin, rubbing it as in thought. As if studying her, he allowed his eyes to roam up and down Jenny's form, knowing his gaze was making her feel uneasy. “I can see that you might definitely be able to handle that kind of a position." He then pulled back, away from the desk and reclined back in his huge chair. He cocked his head to the side, still visually appraising Jenny, during which a pained expression grew upon his face.

“The problem Miss McArdle is that I already have a wonderful receptionist. You've already met Missy out front. She is very good at her job, so much so, that she is also the office secretary, handling all those items you mentioned earlier, for the entire staff. Based on her efficiency, multiple talents and ability to multitask, I find no need to incur additional payroll expense to make her job any easier.” Ron then allowed a small smile to grow at the corners of his lips as he folded his hands together upon his chest, appearing as if an idea popped into his head.

“Unless ...” He allowed the long pause to sink in, giving the young lass a sense of hope. “... If you can prove to me that you are able to perform at a higher level than Missy, then I may consider that as a viable opportunity.”

Jenny thought long and hard over the possibility of getting Missy fired. While her goal was to get a job, it wasn't supposed to be at the expense of someone else who had nothing to do with her predicament. Despite Missy's snippy remarks, Jenny felt uneasy about putting someone else out of employment. However, the blackmailer had instructed that she needed to do whatever possible to land the job.

“Mr. Roselle,” Jenny sighed. “I'm sure Missy is more proficient than I could be at first. I am a quick learner however, and I'm sure with time, that I could be just as good as she is, and maybe a little better.” She hoped her smile portrayed a little extra on her behalf.

“Let's compare then, shall we?” Ron pointed to the stack of neatly organized papers on his desk. “Miss McArdle, can you please file these papers away in the cabinets over there?”

Jenny's face twisted, wondering if he were serious? She had no idea of his filing system, nor where, in the vast array of cabinets and drawers, each item should be placed. But then it dawned on her, that Missy surely knew, and that she would do so without effort. Jenny had to prove herself, so she stood from her chair, retrieved the stack of papers and walked towards the array of drawers, trying to decipher what was contained within each.

The top one was an invoice for what appeared to be office supplies. She scanned the labels on the drawers, looking for some sort of hint as to where they might belong. After a fretful search, she found the cabinet marked 'Billing.' She pulled open the top drawer and searched the folders within.

“No, no, no! That's an invoice that we paid. That goes in “Accounts Payable', not in 'Billable'. That's for people we send bills to!”

Jenny was embarrassed making such a mistake. She should have known better. She had passed the business course in high school. She knew the difference. She hurriedly scanned the cabinets for 'Accounts Payable'. Finding the right spot, she opened the top drawer, only to be reprimanded again.

“No, no, no.” The sound of disappointment and displeasure was well noted by Jenny. “The top drawer is for bills that need to be paid. Second drawer from the bottom is for bills that have been paid.”

Jenny opened the appropriate drawer. She was **** to bend over to search for the appropriate folder to put the invoice into. Just as she was reaching into the drawer with the paper in hand, she heard what she thought was an appreciative groan coming from the man behind the desk.

She closed the drawer and straightened back up, examining the second item needing to be filed. It was a profit and loss statement for the past month. She had remembered seeing a cabinet marked 'ABC Files,' and surmised that it was for company related info. She opened the top drawer to look for the appropriate place to file the report, when she was admonished yet again.

“No, no, no. Monthly reports go in drawer second from the bottom.”

The moment of satisfaction, knowing one had passed a test, was only a fleeting moment, as she was once again filled with dread at making yet another mistake. Jenny, again, bent at the waist and opened the drawer, scanning for the correct month to place the P&L report. Once more, this time more clearly, Jenny heard a groan escape from the owner of the company, sitting behind his desk. She cocked her head to the side and glanced his way to find his eyes fixated on her. Jenny was acutely aware that he was admiring her ass, jutting out at him, her pencil skirt hugging tight to her extended bottom.

Jenny could feel the flush of heat rising along her cheeks, undoubtedly creating a reddening glow. She immediately caught onto what the boss had intended of her for this task. Closing the drawer, Jenny straightened back up and looked at the final set of papers. It appeared to be an employee evaluation form for one of the employees. Jenny immediately went to the 'Personnel' cabinet and ensuring she was positioned in such a way to accentuate her ass, she bent ever so slowly to the second drawer from the bottom and pulled it open. She wriggled ever so slightly, encouraging the voyeur to feast his eyes on the target. She waited for the cry of disapproval having opened the wrong drawer, which never came. She took her time, idly scanning each label at the top of each folder, looking for the name she had in her hand. Her fingers lazily danced over each folder, taking her time to file it away, giving the boss ample time to seal the view to memory. The familiar groan filled the room once again, eliciting a smile of accomplishment to creep across Jenny's face. She filed the form in its proper location and stood back up, keeping her ass pointed in his direction. Now knowing that he found her ass attractive, Jenny felt the excitement creep into her loins, a familiar wetness welling up inside. Slowly, she turned her head to face him, her body following in slow motion as her ass disappeared from his view, now granting him a view of her excited breasts as they heaved with each breath she took. She strode back to her seat with much more confidence this time, making sure to sway her hips, her legs moving as if walking along a runway in a fashion show. She sat in the chair without a word and met his appraising eyes.