I Got the Job in a Way I Never Confessed

I had just finished my studies and had no experience at all, but somehow I had to start somewhere. What I’m about to tell you was part of my entry into the working world, and I never confessed it to anyone until today.

One afternoon I called a company to ask whether they had any openings. They told me yes, that they were looking for a responsible executive secretary, because several girls had already passed through and none had lasted long in the job. I asked for an interview and they set it for the following Monday at nine in the morning.

My heart was pounding a mile a minute when I hung up. That same night I put together my résumé and laid out my clothes: a button-down blouse that was a little short and with a neckline a bit more open than was proper, a lace thong, and high heels. I wasn’t innocent about what I was planning, though I still hadn’t fully admitted it to myself.

The day came. I got ready calmly and drove to the industrial area where the company was. It was a section with very little foot traffic, so I left the car a couple of blocks away and walked the rest.

I was nervous, but also restless in a way I couldn’t quite understand. As I went along the sidewalk, every truck that passed let out a whistle from the driver and some shout I couldn’t quite make out. I imagined how filthy they must be and, instead of feeling uncomfortable, I walked even more slowly.

***

The reception opened straight into a large office. A man was standing with his back to me, facing the computer, typing quickly.

—Good morning —I said.

—Good morning, miss. Have a seat, I’ll be with you shortly —he replied without turning around.

That gave me time to get comfortable. I sat down, crossed my legs slowly, and took the chance to look at him. He wasn’t the old man I’d imagined: he had to be about fifty, at most. When he finally turned his chair around, his jaw almost dropped at the sight of me.

—Excuse me, I had to send some urgent emails —he said, gathering himself—. Tell me, are you here for the secretary position?

—Yes, yes. Here’s my résumé.

When I opened the folder on my lap, I noticed his gaze drop for a second to the dark triangle of lace peeking out from under my skirt. I took my time looking for the page, pretending my nerves were making my fingers clumsy.

—Here, here it is.

He was still in shock. He didn’t even reach out, so I had to move closer myself, leaning forward more than necessary. I used the gesture to give him a better view of my cleavage, and to let him see that I wasn’t wearing a bra under my blouse. My nipples had hardened against the thin fabric and he licked his lips without realizing it.

He pretended to read while glancing at me out of the corner of his eye. I looked around the office with a confused expression, acting like I didn’t realize I had my legs slightly apart and that, from his chair, he could see a lot more than he ought to.

—Here it says you have no experience as an executive secretary.

—No, I don’t. But I learn very fast.

—Are you sure? There’s a lot of work here.

—Yes, sir. I’ll do whatever it takes.

—Whatever it takes? —he repeated, and something in his tone changed.

—Whatever you tell me. I’m willing to do anything. Show me what needs to be done.

—All right. Come with me.

He thinks he’s in control now, I thought, and he loves believing I don’t notice a thing. That was exactly the role I wanted to play.

***

He took me to a corner where there was a photocopier. He asked if I knew how to use it. I told him no, but that I’d learn if he taught me.

—Good —he said—. Stand here.

I positioned myself in front of the machine and he stood behind me, so close I could feel his breath on the nape of my neck as he explained each button. His voice had turned deeper, slower, as if he were having trouble focusing on the instructions. I rested my hip against the edge of the photocopier and, every time he pointed at something on the panel, I let his arm brush me. At one point I leaned back just a little and felt the bulge of his cock clearly against my ass, thick and hot even through his trouser fabric. He didn’t pull away. On the contrary, he pressed slowly, testing, and I bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan.

The machine’s hum filled the silence between each phrase. It smelled like hot toner and his cologne, a strange mixture that somehow made me even more nervous. When I got it working, I turned my head slightly.

—See? I learn fast.

—Very good. Now come this way.

He led me to another area, where filing cabinets and cardboard boxes were stacked.

—Here you need to sort all these papers and file them where they belong. Those boxes on the floor too.

—All of these? —I asked, and I bent over on purpose without bending my knees, sure that from where he was he could see everything—. Wow, so many papers.

I stayed like that a moment longer than necessary before straightening up. When I turned around, I looked him straight in the eye and the bulge in his pants was unmistakable. I acted as if I couldn’t see anything.

—And what else? —I asked softly.

—Let’s go back to the interview —he said, clearing his throat—. Have a seat. Would you like some coffee? I’ll make it for you this time, but after that you’ll have to serve it to me, if you’re staying in the position.

—Oh, thank you. And of course I want the job.

***

While he fussed with the coffeemaker, I looked at his crotch again. He was rock hard. I was already restless, my cunt soaked and sticking to my skirt, wanting him to stop pretending and fuck me already, but I was still having fun playing the part of the naïve girl.

—Here’s your coffee.

—Thank you very much.

And then, as if by accident, I tilted the cup and the coffee spilled onto my blouse.

—Oh! I burned myself! It was very hot —I jumped to my feet and lifted the fabric to “dry” myself, showing a lot more than any stain could justify.

I looked at him. His mouth was open. I asked permission to use the bathroom and he told me to go ahead.

***

In front of the mirror I looked sexy, shameless, exactly the way I wanted to look. My cheeks were flushed and my breathing was a little unsteady, and I was surprised to realize how far I was willing to go just to keep playing the game. The clothes had been a perfect choice. Because I was so turned on, I decided to take off my thong and put it in my bag, and when I touched myself I noticed I was already soaked, my pussy lips slippery, swollen, begging. I slipped a finger in just a little and it came out shining with slick. I smiled. I dried the blouse as best I could, fixed my hair, took a deep breath, and went back to the office, where I sat down in front of him again as if nothing had happened.

—Forgive me, sir. I burned myself when I picked up the cup, and that’s why I got stained.

—Don’t worry, it must have been my fault for making it so hot. Want another?

—No, thank you. Look how the clothes ended up. And the thong came off even worse; I had to put it in my bag —I said, smiling slightly, biting my lip.

His eyes nearly popped out of his head.

—What? You took off your thong and you’re wearing nothing underneath?

—Yes, sir. I didn’t bring another one.

—But, girl, with that blouse so short, everything’s going to show.

—What’s wrong with my blouse?

—Nothing wrong with it. But it is a little short, and that gorgeous body of yours could be seen.

—Do you think it’s really that short? If you want, I can come to work tomorrow in something longer.

—No, I love clothes like that. It’s just that if you’re out on the street with nothing underneath, everyone’s going to notice how provocative you are.

—Go on, tell me yourself if you can see too much.

I stood up and walked with an alluring sway from side to side of the office. He followed me with a gaze thick with desire. I could imagine how hard he was at that moment, even though the desk was hiding it from me.

—Honestly, standing like that, you can’t see anything. But if you bend over, you definitely can.

—You think so? Come on, tell me whether you can see it or not.

I turned around and bent over without bending my knees.

—Can you see it or not?

—I’m too far away, I can’t make it out from here. Let me get closer.

***

I stayed in that position, my ass high in the air and my legs barely apart, knowing that from back there everything was visible: my open, glistening cunt, my swollen lips, and a bead of wetness hanging between my thighs. I heard him stand and come around the desk, his steps drawing closer slowly until I felt his presence right behind me.

—Yes, I can see it —he murmured, his voice rough—. And damn, everything looks so good. Just look at this little cunt, all wet, dripping.

His hand slid up under the hem of my blouse and groped one entire ass cheek, squeezing hard, spreading me open. Then he ran two fingers through my slit from top to bottom, very slowly, and rubbed them against my swollen clit. I jerked and a long moan slipped out of me.

—Oh, sir, what are you doing to me? Mmm, that feels so good.

—Shut up, baby, and stay like that. This is part of the interview too.

He shoved two fingers into me at once, all the way to the hilt, and started moving them inside with an obscene sloshing sound. With his thumb he circled my clit while whispering filthy things in my ear.

—You’re so tight, my love. You’ll see how I fuck you. All the way in, until it comes out your mouth.

—Yes, yes, sir, put whatever you want in me, ah, ah.

He crouched down behind me without pulling his fingers out and suddenly I felt his hot tongue run over my cunt, from bottom to top, pausing on my clit to suck it whole. My legs trembled. He spread my ass cheeks with both hands and buried his face there, eating me like an animal, sucking and licking while I braced myself against the desk with effort. His tongue moved up to my ass and circled it slowly with the tip while he kept two fingers deep in my cunt.

—Oh, it feels so good what you’re doing down there, ah, ah, don’t stop, please don’t stop.

—I’m not stopping, relax. Before my cock, I’m going to make you come with my tongue, so you can see how things are done around here.

And he drove it all the way inside me, sucking my clit at the same time with two fingers pressing me from the outside. I came almost immediately, moaning with my mouth open against the desk, feeling everything clench around his fingers while he kept sucking without stopping through the last contraction.

He straightened up, gave my ass a couple of hard slaps that cracked loudly and pulled a moan from me, and I heard the sound of his belt coming loose, the metallic clink of the buckle, the zipper coming down. I turned my head just slightly and managed to see it: a thick, red cock, the tip shiny, throbbing in his hand. He grabbed it and rubbed it along my cunt slit, up and down, soaking it with my juices, knocking my clit with the head.

—Please, sir, put that cock in me already, I can’t take it anymore.

—You want it? Ask nicely.

—Yes, I want your cock inside me, I want you to fuck me, please, sir, put it all in.

A second later he entered me in one thrust, all the way to the hilt, and the air rushed out of my lungs. I felt every inch opening me from the inside, the head bumping against something deep down, and I stayed still for a moment trying to breathe.

—Oh, sir, is this part of the job too? Will we do this every day? Because if so, I accept gladly.

—Yes —he said, gripping my waist with both hands—. Every morning, because you’re too gorgeous to let go. And with that little cunt of yours so tight, I’m going to wreck you every day, baby.

He started pounding hard, without mercy, driving into me to the hilt with every stroke. The papers I was supposed to file fell off the desk and scattered across the floor. I had both hands on the edge, my breasts bouncing out of my unbuttoned blouse, and he held my hips to slam me back onto his cock every time he thrust.

—Yes, yes, like that, keep going, harder, all the way in, ah, ah.

—All mine, this pussy. Look how it sucks my cock, how it squeezes it. You’re going to come again, aren’t you? Tell me yes.

—Yes, sir, almost there, almost there, don’t stop, like that, like that.

He yanked my hair back with one hand and with the other he squeezed a breast, pinching my nipple between two fingers. He put a finger in my mouth and I sucked it, imagining it was his cock. I was drooling all over the desk, my thighs trembling, and I didn’t care anymore if someone in the hallway heard the moans or the hard slap of his hips against my ass.

—Oh, I’m coming, I’m coming again, ah, ah, ahhh.

I came with a muffled cry, clamping down on his cock inside me, feeling my whole body shake. He didn’t let up for a second. He pulled his cock out, turned me around, and with a shove sat me on the desk, spreading my legs wide open.

—Now I want to see your face while I finish inside you.

He shoved it in again, all at once, and went back to fucking me with the same force, staring into my eyes, his mouth pressed to mine. I bit his lips, dug my nails into his shoulders, wrapped my legs around his waist to keep him as deep inside me as possible. I could feel every vein of his cock dragging against the walls of my cunt, and each thrust made my ass slam against the wood.

—Look how everything’s shaking, little slut. Look how much you like my cock.

—Yes, I love it, I love your cock, put it all in, inside, inside.

I felt him speed up, his breathing catching, his face tightening, and suddenly I noticed him swell even more. He let out a rough groan against my neck and came inside me in hot spurts, pressing me against him, leaving every drop deep inside. The sensation of hot semen flooding me was enough to bring on my second orgasm almost at the same time, and I stayed clinging to him, trembling, while I felt the last contraction slip out of him inside me and some of the load started dripping between my legs over the edge of the desk.

***

After that he went into the bathroom, and I took the chance to straighten my clothes, grab my bag, and leave without making a sound. I could still feel his semen sliding down my thighs when I crossed the door. I left that office and never heard from him again. I never even found out whether the job was mine.

All I was left with was this, which I now confess: that my first job interview was nothing like the one I had planned, and that I never regretted it. You never know what’s going to happen when you cross a doorway. You just have to be open to whatever comes.