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Interviewing for Secretary
by Bert Hart (berthart@merr.com)
***
In the year 2035, secretaries are graded and hired on
the basis of their sexual skills. (MF, voy, reluc,
mast, work, sci-fi)
***
"Miss Taylor, please remove your clothes."
She gives me a look.
I enjoy it when they're a little bashful. It's fun
knowing their modesty will soon be shed along with
their clothes. I like to see them shyly look at me as
they lower their panties, stripping with one hand,
covering with the other. I love to make them remove
that hand and pose for me, naughty pose after naughty
pose, each more embarrassing than the last. And
finally, when they assume the ultimately humiliating
position, when there is absolutely nothing private
left, I comment on what I see, and watch them blush.
Of course, as she lives in the Lawless Zones, she can
hardly be all that innocent. By age 19, she's
undoubtedly had to put on a show many times, and worse.
Our private security service reports that she's living
in a communal gangsta harem. But I'm willing to go
along with a little pretense just for the fun of it.
"Miss Taylor, please do not waste my time. Will you or
will you not disrobe? Possibly you have not had a
chance to read the standard application guide you
received the day you applied. Here's what it says:
"Thank you for applying for a position at Consolidated
Worldwide. Your secretarial skills will be assessed by
a computer program over the next two days. On the third
day you will be interviewed personally by Mr. Antwyn
Forbush, the man you will be working for if you are
hired. Mr. Forbush will have the results of your tests
along with your original application. He may ask you a
few more questions about it.
"As the position of executive secretary to Mr. Forbush
is listed as SS, he will then ask you to disrobe. He
will require you to assume a number of different
positions while naked. Some women find this
embarrassing, but otherwise he cannot grade you on your
natural physical attributes. He will then ask you to do
certain things to or with him, or he may ask you to
perform solo.
"Mr. Forbush will carefully evaluate you on your
performance, taking into account willingness, speed and
quantity of lubrication, quality and duration of
orgasm, and many other factors. He will then assign you
a Sexual Services Score. This score, along with your
Secretarial Services Score and other information from
your application, will be used to determine if the
position you applied for is offered to you.
"You are free to leave the interviewing room without
disrobing. In that case, your application will not be
considered. At any time in the sexual scoring process
you are free to refuse any request by Mr. Forbush. You
need not explain why you are refusing. Simply get
dressed and leave. Once again, your application will be
disregarded."
She nods. Maybe she really is a little nervous, because
she's looking about my office, hoping there is
something to hide behind as she strips. Of course there
isn't. Half the fun is seeing them squirm as each item
comes off. She leans forward in her chair to remove her
shoes. No bra, of course. Too expensive for a Zoner.
Thirty years ago, I could have been sent to prison for
what I'm about to do to Miss Taylor. Or she could have
sued Consolidated for sexual harrassment. But this is
2035, not 2005. Feminism died in the Oil Wars of 2020-
26, when the world went smash. Nearly a billion died.
For the survivors, life is very hard. The few police
here in Central City are underpaid, understaffed, and
corrupt, leaving true control of the city to the paid
mercenaries of the multinationals. The Lawless Zones
have no police, and no rule but the rule of force.
Every woman in today's sorry world must have a man to
protect her. Whenever we post a position, Zoners apply
in droves. They'll do anything to escape Zone life. Why
do we require sexual services from all our secretaries?
Because we can. Because they have no choice. Because
we're men.
Now her blouse is off. Her average size breasts are
firm, her pink nipples show promise. She's still doing
the pretend modesty bit, trying to cover up while she
pulls down her jeans and steps out. She grasps her
waistband, makes eye contact, lowers her panties and
her eyes both at once. She reseats herself and places
her hands behind her neck. I gesture, and she slowly
opens her legs.
She looks so good that I regret I've already done so
many interviews today. I'm no threat to her, but I
don't tell her that. Anyway, it's still fun to look.
I remain seated as I make her come forward and stand in
front of my face. Now this is nice. She's shaved, and
has nice heavy pussy lips that naturally hang slightly
open, giving me a tiny peek inside. I get her on all
fours and have her spread her legs real wide. Now her
breasts are loose and free. I have her swing them from
side to side.
I put latex gloves on, kneel behind her, and start
playing with those big floppy lips. They hang down like
curtains. I start slowly, touching lightly, until she
lubricates. Then I increase the pressure and speed. She
never knows just what I'm going to do next. She jerks
her ass about as I run my fingers up and down her slit.
She moans and quivers.
"Are you going to fuh... make love to me?"
I'd take that as an invitation, but I just can't manage
it so I have to tell her no. I insert one finger, two.
They glide in effortlessly.
I take my hands away and turn her over on her back on
my deep pile carpet. I make her raise her legs to her
chest, spread wide, open herself up with both hands. I
do a thorough inspection. She's blushing, excited.
She's thinking about what she has to do to get a high
SS Score.
Actually I'm looking for lesions. The Death to Infidels
organization released a bio-engineered herpes virus
last month that's supposed to be pretty bad. I don't
see anything but healthy pink flesh, but still when
dealing with Zoners it's always best to wear gloves,
and I'm thankful I am.
Her nipples are erect, but I tell her I think they can
get bigger. She invites me to see what I can do. Ever
notice how anything you put in your mouth seems bigger
than life? I measure her arousal with my tongue. It
feels like three inches, probably it's really only one.
I'm an equal opportunity nipple sucker.
When I switch to her right breast I feel her bucking. I
look down and see she's doing herself two-handed,
opening herself with the left and plunging up and down
with her right. She's nice and vocal as she cums. I
don't mind them talking dirty if they really mean it.
A sheen of sweat covers her as she slumps down. I tell
that I intend to give her a top SS Score. It's the
truth. She claims to be sorry that I wasn't in the
mood, and promises to be very good to me if she gets
the job. I let her dress.
I even feel a tiny tinge of regret that I can't hire
her. We employ Zoners at lower levels, but not of
course as executive assistants. So why have I been
interviewing them for a position I can't offer? Let's
just say I like to take advantage of my perks.
The etiquette books all suggest that an applicant
should follow up the interview with a handwritten note
of thanks. Should an interviewee thank the interviewer
for helping her cum?
I suppose not. She did most of the work.
There's no mail service in the Zones, so I make sure
she knows where to go to find out the status of her
application. She will find a nice check "in
appreciation for taking the time to apply at
Consolidated" tucked inside a polite letter of
rejection. Perhaps she will be so grateful for the
money that she will seek me out. This is common. By
then I may be able to offer her a very special
position, cash from my personal account for occasional
services.
But I still need to hire a secretary.
My secretary must be well-bred, graceful, modest. She
must dress well and speak in a modulated voice. She
must be obedient and discreet, yet with the courage to
suggest a more moderate course when I go too far. She
must trust me, and earn my trust. She must be
intelligent. And there is so much more. One might call
it a distinction of class. One might say no Zoners need
apply.
There is only one applicant who meets the above
criteria. I'll interview her tomorrow. I'd like to have
my little fun, yet I must not scare her off.
**
Miss Thornton is 24 and already an experienced
secretary. She was educated at one of the better
finishing schools in Memphis. Unfortunately, both of
her parents, who were of the highest class, died when
the New Madrid fault gave way.
I stand up as she enters my office. I can tell she is
impressed. Not by the thick carpet or the panoramic
view of the city, but by my wood desk and wainscotting,
which could not be replicated by any amount of money
now that the tropics have been entirely deforested.
She walks confidently to my desk and extends her hand,
murmuring the usual niceties.
She seats herself in the proffered chair, legs demurely
together and angled slightly to the side. She is
wearing a tailored beige suit over a peach top. Her
voice is smooth and melodious, her diction perfect. It
is such a pleasure to hear, after two days of the
vulgar Zone patois.
"You have two years of experience at Mega, I see? Was
that a 24/7 rated position?"
"No, Mr. Harrington was rather elderly and so by
special dispensation he only worked part-time, about 50
hours a week. And after his diagnosis, his actual work
hours fell more. Those last few months he spent quite
some time in the company swimming pool by doctor's
orders. I became more of a nurse and beloved companion
than a secretary."
"Did you join him in the pool?"
"Oh, yes, always. Towards the end I had to physically
support him in the water. Of course we were living
together under terms of the contract, and we fell into
the habit of swimming in the nude every day in the
early morning. He did not want others to see his
frailty."
"I assume your position was SS rated?"
"Yes, in theory I was to provide sexual services, but
Mr. Harrington never availed himself, due to age and
ill health I suppose. After he died, it turned out that
there were no openings for a secretary at the executive
level. I could have joined the secretarial pool, of
course, but the SS clause would have been activated,
and I felt I did not wish to withstand the natural
popularity of a newly available girl."
"Knowing as I'm sure you do that this is a Shadow
position, are you prepared to immediately move your
personal possessions into my living quarters if you are
hired? Can you tell me what you believe a Shadow
position entails?"
"I'm fully ready to move and if you can supply me with
a couple of guards from the firm I will be on the job
in half a day. Shadow positions were created after the
Wars when it became necessary for executives working in
international firms to be on call 24 hours a day. Top
talent is spread so thinly nowadays that an executive
such as yourself must be making and receiving calls
from all around the globe at all hours as the Earth
turns.
"Little distinction is now made between 'working' and
free time. I presume your sleeping quarters are in a
room off this office and that you usually eat and
exercise within this building or nearby. The
corporation of today requires from its top-level
executives complete commitment of all their time.
"Obviously, executives at your level need a secretary
with a similar commitment. It would be too confusing to
have three secretaries working in shifts, because of
the time wasted bringing each one up to date as she
came on duty. So Shadow positions require the executive
assistant to be present at all times and work the same
hours. As high level executives have normal sexual
needs, and they do not have time to date or have a
family, it is reasonable that secretarial positions at
this level be rated as requiring sexual services. As I
have no family, I am quite prepared to be your Shadow."
"Well put, Miss Thornton. I assume you have been
interviewing elsewhere. Are you expecting any
employment offers from any of our competitors?"
"I have received a number of letters of rejection. Some
interviews I did not complete. Several firms have not
replied."
"And you have been out of work for 10 weeks, correct?"
As I say this I make eye contact. I can see a brief
shadow of terror and I know I have her. We both know
the law. To live in Central City you must be employed.
If she doesn't find a position within the next two
weeks, she will be forcibly deported to the Zones.
Within fifteen minutes of arrival, she'll have a gun in
her face and her back on a mattress. Maybe she thought
at first it would be easy to get a new job. Now she's
getting desperate.
"So, according to your work history as I understand it,
you have never been asked to sexually service an
executive, is that right?"
"Yes."
This is quite delicious. If I hire her, she will need
instruction, perhaps even discipline.
"Can you tell me why you think you have not been
offered any of the positions you have applied for? Your
test scores are excellent, your references impeccable,
you have experience at the executive level?"
"Yes, well, at three of the firms, I felt that the
interviewer was being quite unprofessional."
"How so?"
"Because within a few minutes, I was ordered to remove
my clothes. I declined to do so. Therefore, I was asked
to leave and my applications were discarded."
"Well, I can see that such a request so early in the
interview would be most improper. Still, at some point
you must know that the interviewer would want to assess
your sexual services skills?" There is an uncomfortable
pause while she considers her answer.
"As I am an adult, I fully recognize my duty to comply
with the requirements of the position as posted. I am
quite willing to provide sexual services to my employer
after I am hired, and I believe that I can completely
fulfill those responsibilities. I understand very well
that an executive working 24/7 will naturally need some
sort of relief which he could not otherwise obtain due
to his long hours of service. But I do not believe it
is proper to expose myself prior to a offer of
employment. Forgive me for saying this, but may I
assume that you have, over these past few days,
required all applicants to disrobe? Some of whom you
had no intention whatsoever of hiring?"
"Yes." She had me there.
"So, you see, Mr. Forbush, not knowing whether or not
you see me as a possibly successful applicant, to
disrobe at this time might put me in a position of
being unfairly taken advantage of."
"So should I ask you at this time to fully undress, you
would naturally decline."
"Yes."
"Miss Thornton, let me speak perfectly frankly. You are
undoubtedly the most qualified applicant, and I'm
definitely interested. But if I do not hire you, who
will? Do you really want to risk almost certain
deportation to the Zones over such a small matter? I
can hardly put myself in the position of buying a pig
in a poke. On the one hand, you are saying you are
willing to supply me with all the sexual services that
I need or want over the next three years. My asking you
for a bit of nudity in advance seems a small thing in
comparison. How can we resolve this impasse?"
She has the solution at once. She is gratifyingly
sharp!
"Mr. Forbush, I suggest a mutual proffer."
I nod, and take her into an adjoining room. I punch in
my security code and Lizzie wakes up.
"Liz, Miss Thornton and I are going to make mutual
proffers with regard to certain actions she is willing
to undertake against my firm promise to hire her as my
executive assistant for a term of three years. You have
the contract in your memory."
"Certainly, Mr. Forbush. Which party will go first?"
Liz says in that Scandinavian accent they give
computers nowadays,
"I will, thank you Lizzie." Miss Thornton says. I love
it that she thanks a computer.
"I proffer no nudity whatsoever and no touching." She
is smiling.
"I counterproffer full nudity by both parties,
extensive groping, hour's long performance of every
sexual activity known to mankind." We're both laughing
now.
"I proffer breast nudity, no touching." she says.
"Counterproffer full nudity, full touching, full
posing, no intercourse."
"Proffering full nudity, no posing, no touching, no
intercourse."
"Counterproffer full nudity, posing, no touching, no
intercourse."
"Counterproffer accepted. Shall I remove my clothing
now?"
"No." I have a little surprise for her. "Liz, I
stipulate that the terms of the counterproffer have
been accepted and that Miss Thornton has complied with
them. Please print out two copies of the contract."
We sign. She looks very happy. It's only now that she
can be sure that I really want her for my secretary.
And my stipulation is a sign of trust.
"Miss Thornton, welcome to Consolidated! If you will
come with me, I will show you our quarters."
Our living area is just off my office. She appears
happy to see that she has her own bed next to mine, and
her own bathroom. I make the call to arrange for two
guards to come at noon to assist her in moving.
"Miss Thornton, as it is now short of ten AM, I have
need of your services for the next two hours."
"Yes?"
"Your sexual services."
She only blinks once. "Of course, sir. Are you
considering fellatio, cunnilingus, coitis?"
Her pronunciation of these words is perfect, her voice
level. Her suit coat is already off.
"I would think all three at one time or another. Let's
see what develops."
She slides off her skirt and raises her hands to her
peach blouse. "May I ask, sir, for just one thing?"
"Certainly."
"Could you please be gentle? This is my first time."
Her voice quavers ever so slightly.
"Of course."
I smile. I have found the perfect secretary.
END
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