The Day of the Big Job Interview

Jessica was feeling good about today. She was absolutely going to nail this job interview, and she was soon going to be earning some proper money for a change. She loved her waitressing job of course, but it was high time she put her university degree to use.

She laid her carefully curated outfit on the bed: sharp black suit with a pink silk blouse. Sexy black lace bra and panties. Pink boots. A pink sparkly brooch which her grandmother had given to her a few years ago. She loved pink things, that was her favourite colour. She smiled, imagining how cool and efficient the interview panel was going to find her when she walked in.

She ran downstairs to feed Charlie, her lovely, bouncy collie, then back up to the bathroom for a shower. Just before she stepped under the water, however, she heard Charlie barking at the door to the garden. Dammit, he needed to go out to the toilet. She dashed into the bedroom, slipped her boots on, and ran downstairs to let him out. It was a warm day, (another good sign, she thought), the sun was warm on her skin. She chuckled to herself: what if the neighbours happened to see her standing here in the garden, naked apart from her boots?

Once Charlie was done she kicked off the boots and headed back upstairs for her shower before carefully applying light make up in the brightness of the bathroom. Looking good today, she thought to herself!

Yes indeed, Jessica was feeling good about today.

She heard her phone ringing downstairs and rushed to answer it, but arrived just a moment too late. She checked the notification, hoping for a good luck message, but it had been Josh, her ex. Dickhead. What did he want? She put the thought out of her head. Whatever it was, it could wait. She coiled the charger cable around the plug and popped it into her red leather bag. She had wanted it in pink of course, but never mind, it was still a cool bag. Her phone pinged – a good luck text message from her friend, Lucy – that’s more like it!

She paused at the front door, suddenly anxious that she had forgotten something. She checked her bag – keys, phone, purse, make up, perfume – no, she hadn’t forgotten anything. Oh, she thought! Silly girl! Her boots were still in the kitchen where she had left them after letting Charlie out. She slipped them on, grabbed her bag, and headed into town.

On the way to the train station her mom called to say good luck, which was lovely. She noticed people admiring her as she walked, another good sign for the interview of course – she was obviously looking as good as she felt!

Then a nice man started to strike up a conversation on the train. He didn’t seem creepy, and she was in a good mood so she was happy to chat. He was older than her, maybe in his early forties. Dark messy hair and a short beard. Nice smile. He admired her bag, and told Jessica that her hair was pretty. She enjoyed the compliments. He asked how often she travelled in the nude.

What? She must have misheard him.

He repeated his question. She laughed, it must be some kind of joke. She instinctively looked down to check her outfit, and froze in fear. She had forgotten something after all! All of her clothes were still on her bed!

She could barely squeak any words out, she was so shocked and ashamed. She had walked down her street, and all the way into town completely naked! This man, the nice man with kind eyes who had been the only one to mention her nakedness – surely he would help her?