I Landed 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 if they had any openings. They told me they did, that they were looking for a responsible executive secretary, because several girls had already passed through and none of them had lasted in the position. I asked for an interview, and they scheduled me for the following Monday at nine in the morning.

My heart was pounding like crazy when I hung up. That same night I put together my résumé and laid out my clothes: a somewhat short button-down blouse with a neckline a little more open than was proper, a lace thong, and high heels. What I was planning wasn’t innocent, even if I still hadn’t fully admitted it to myself.

The day arrived. I got dressed calmly and drove to the industrial area where the company was. It was a quiet sector, with hardly any foot traffic, so I left the car a couple of blocks away and walked the rest of the way.

I was nervous, but also restless in a way I couldn’t quite understand. As I walked 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 their minds must be, and instead of feeling uncomfortable, I slowed my pace.

***

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

—Good morning —I said.

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

That gave me time to settle in. I sat down, crossed my legs slowly, and took the chance to look at him. He wasn’t the old man I had imagined: he was no more than fifty, at most. When he finally swiveled his chair around, his jaw nearly dropped when he saw me.

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

—Yes, yes. Here’s my résumé.

When I opened the folder on my knees, I noticed his gaze drop for a second to the dark triangle of lace peeking out beneath my skirt. I deliberately took my time finding the sheet, pretending the nerves were making my fingers clumsy.

—Here, here it is.

He still looked stunned. He didn’t even reach out right away, so I had to move closer myself, leaning forward more than necessary. I used the motion to show him my neckline, and to make sure he could see that I wasn’t wearing a bra under the blouse.

He pretended to read while sneaking glances at me from the corner of his eye. I looked around the office with a face that said I didn’t understand anything, acting as if I hadn’t noticed that my legs were slightly apart and that, from his chair, he could see a lot more than he should have.

—It says here 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 changed in his tone.

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

—All right, come with me.

He’s in control now, I thought, and he loves believing I don’t realize 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 back of my neck while he explained each button. His voice had grown deeper, slower, as if he were struggling to concentrate on the instructions. I rested my hip against the edge of the photocopier, and every time he pointed out something on the panel, I let his arm brush against me.

The machine’s hum filled the silence between each sentence. It smelled like hot toner and his cologne, a strange mix that somehow made me even more aroused. 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 up.

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

—All of these? —I asked, and deliberately bent down without bending my knees, sure that from where he stood 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 right at him and the bulge in his pants was obvious. I acted like I saw nothing.

—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 next time you’ll have to serve it to me, if you’re staying on the job.

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

***

While he fussed with the coffee maker, I looked at his crotch again. He was rock hard. I was already restless, dying for him to stop pretending and take me already, but I was still amused by keeping up the act of the naive girl.

—Here’s your coffee.

—Thank you very much.

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

—Oh! I burned myself! It was very hot —I jumped up at once and lifted the fabric to “dry myself,” revealing much 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 saw myself sexy, shameless, exactly how I wanted to look. My cheeks were flushed and my breathing a little unsteady, and I was surprised to find how far I was willing to go just to keep the game going. The outfit had been a perfect choice. Because I was so turned on, I decided to take off my thong and stash it in my bag, and when it brushed against me I noticed it was already wet. I dried my 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 took the cup, and that’s why I got stained.

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

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

His eyes almost popped out of his head.

—What? You took off your thong and you have nothing on underneath?

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

—But, girl, with that blouse so short, everything will show.

—What’s wrong with my blouse?

—Nothing’s wrong with it. It’s just a bit short, and that gorgeous body of yours could be seen.

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

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

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

I stood up and walked around the office, swaying my hips from side to side. He followed me with a look full of desire. I imagined how hard he must have been then, though the desk hid it from me.

—Honestly, when you’re 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 tell from here. Let me get closer.

***

I stayed in that position. I heard him get up and walk around the desk, his steps drawing nearer until I felt his presence right behind me.

—Yes, I can see it —he murmured—. And everything that can be seen is so damn good.

His hand slid up under the hem of my blouse.

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

He stroked me slowly while I remained bent over, enjoying every inch his fingers covered. Then I felt him lean in further, his breath between my thighs, and by then I was completely soaked.

—Oh, it feels so good what you’re doing there, ah, ah.

He straightened up, gave me a couple of smacks on the ass that made me moan, and I heard the sound of his belt coming loose. A second later he entered me in one thrust, all the way in.

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

—Yes —he said, gripping my waist—. Every morning, because you’re too gorgeous to let go.

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

It didn’t take long for me to reach my first orgasm, both hands braced on the edge of the desk and the papers I was supposed to file scattered all over the floor. He kept moving without pause, and I no longer cared whether anyone in the hallway might hear us. Only when I felt him swell and spill inside me, with a rough growl against my back, did I come a second time.

***

Afterward he went into the bathroom, and I took the opportunity to straighten my clothes, grab my bag, and leave without making a sound. I walked out of that office and never heard anything from him again. I never even found out whether the job had been mine.

All I have left is this, which I confess now: my first job interview was nothing like the one I had planned, and I never regretted it. You never know what will happen when you walk through a door. You just have to be open to whatever comes.