"(please note - story is entirely fictional and does not reflect me or my desires. Obviously it's set in the future, hopefully not too far in the future)
I'm noting all new parts to all my new stories with four stars, to make finding them easier.
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Sally always landed on her feet in the end. Though she wondered if the pandemic would end her run of luck.
She, like many others, had been laid off. Jobs were scarce. The virus was finally, finally under control. We can have our lives back, they said.
Sally watched her bank balance dwindle and felt her anxiety grow, day by day. Things had never been this hard before. The sense of impending doom gnawed at her, to the point where she’d wake in the middle of the night drenched in sweat.
What point is there getting our lives back if we can’t afford to live our lives?
Job application after job application. Rejection after rejection. It was all quite grim. It was all so brutal that it eroded even the anxiety, laying bare a crushing desperation. Sally suppressed it with all her might.
She scoured the job adverts every day, hunting for anything she might be vaguely suited to.
Coming to the end of another frustrating day of searching, Sally came across an interesting advert. It wasn’t a position she would have given a second glance under normal circumstances. She was ridiculously overqualified to be an assistant. But… the pay was better than she’d have expected.
Something did seem off about it. She couldn’t put her finger on why, but her instincts were sounding an alarm. Unfortunately, times were tough, beggars can’t be choosers etc. She applied.
The form rejections were all so sickeningly insincere these days. Difficult times, best of luck, we’ll all play our part rebuilding, blah blah you’re still unemployed. It was infuriating. But there was nothing to be done.
Anxiety had given way to desperation. Sally didn’t want to contemplate what lay beneath the desperation. Her resilience was running out.
She heard back from that application, to that inexplicably weird job advert. They wanted her to come in for interview. Despite her professional successes, she wasn’t getting many interviews these days. She had to take every chance she could get.
Sally’s instincts screamed that she didn’t want this job. There was something wrong here. But… she needed a job. And this one might be offering.
She thought through her appearance, like it was her first ever professional job interview. Thought back to parental advice long since discarded. Her grey trouser suit, which she’d had tailored in better times. A crisp soft blue blouse. Almost sheer tights showing at the bottom of her trouser legs, in case her interviewers were particularly old fashioned. Plain watch, pearl studs, no other jewellery. Extremely minimal makeup.
Departing somewhat from parental advice, she wore a skimpy, intricate set of bra and knickers under the suit. She knew, having worn this same suit in key meetings, that her underwear was undetectable. She also knew that it would give her a confidence boost, in a way no “appropriate” underwear ever would.
Sex wasn’t exactly on her mind, the day of the interview. It was potentially a job, potentially a step towards rebuilding her life. But she knew she’d feel calmer, having a quick wank before she left.
A few explosive orgasms calmed her down. At least enough to give this interview her best shot.
Tom, the managing director of the company is the man who interviews Sally.
In his head, his first impression of Sally is ‘fuck me, she’s stunning’....I wonder if she has any hot underwear under them suit trousers...?
The chemistry between the two is immediately electric.
Sally nips to the toilet to loosen a button or two of her blouse...well, if it helps her get a job, then why not...she knows by the look in his eyes that this 32 year old fit, successfull, powerful guy would like to fuck her!
This ain’t like any other interview Sally’s ever done before...Her and Tom just click and as the interview comes to an end.....they shake hands, touching each other for the very first time....he looks her in the eye....would she like a drink to celebrate her new job...?!!! X"
Afraid that's not where I'm going here! |
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