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The Applicant
by Jacobin (jacobin2k@hotmail.com)

***

The successful applicant will do what it takes to get 
the job. (MF, affair, work)

***

There were things in Jake's office: a deep blue koosh 
ball, forty-eight empty cans of Sprite stacked into half 
a pyramid, Steve McConnell's books on software 
development next to a set of O'Reillys, a photo of a 
beautiful husky belonging to his sister, random 
certificates of recognition, piles of documents, 
specifications, designs, and copies of emails with 
sarcastic notes written on them, CDRs burned with MP3s, 
his black long coat, a beautiful, expensive thing that 
shed water like duck's feathers, hooked on one wall, and 
Kate, a twenty-six year old development candidate who 
wore her unruly blonde hair long behind her shoulders, a 
beautiful, expensive face, annoyed at being made to 
wait.

Kate looked at the things as she waited at the small, 
round table, probably issued to all project managers 
with their cars and coats. She considered how good the 
long coat would look on her, especially now, in her 
suit. Kate wore a nearly-black blue suit she'd bought 
for these interviews, because it was deadly and worth 
the investment. Kate decided the coat would be a risk, 
but that she would look bad-ass, tromping through the 
rain, tails flapping behind her, nice shoes in puddles. 
Kate looked out the small window next to the door and 
sighed.  Punctuality is a mark of consideration.

Jake entered in a streak, smashing the door open and 
tossing a notebook onto his desk. He was business casual 
all the way, from the climbing shoes to the khakis to 
the dress shirt, but an infectious, disarming grin on 
his face and the fluorescents dancing in his eyes.

"Sorry about that," he said, picked up a thick sheaf of 
printout, a pen, and sat across from Kate. He was her 
age, probably a year older but not thirty even, barely 
taller than she was, maybe five-ten, if that, obviously 
German, wiry hair, grey eyes, square-headed with a 
strong chin, and that wide smile. "I'm Jake." He offered 
a massive hand to her. Kate decided not to try and play 
the power-grip game. They shook.

Jake sighed. "So I've been double-booked to make this 
interview, but I'm glad you're here. I'll make this 
quick, and painful, and you can get out of here and on 
your way as soon as possible so you can get better 
offers waiting in line at Starbucks."

Kate laughed.

"That's a good sign," Jake said. "I get worried if I get 
the nervous

giggle. I'm going to ask you a series of questions. 
These are open-

ended questions, so remember, there are no wrong 
answers--"

Kate smiled. "I'll bet there are."

"You're right, there are, of course." Jake leaned 
towards Kate, ready to confide something. Kate came 
forward. "I interviewed this guy yesterday, I asked him 
how he got along with his last boss, he called her a 
stupid cunt. Seriously, right there in the interview."

"What'd you do?"

"I tossed him out of the building," Jake said, sitting 
back again. "You don't say shit like that in front of 
me. In an interview? Shit." He waved a hand. "Anyway, 
not important."

"Wow."

Jake nodded. "Yup. So yes, you're correct, there are 
wrong answers. But it's tough. So tell me a little about 
yourself-- What do you do?  Where'd you go to school?"

Katie took a second. "I went to school at the University 
of Oregon, got

a degree in political science--"

"Yeah? What'd you write your thesis on?"

Katie blinked. "The open secret of nuclear weapons in 
the Mideast."

Jake smiled. "That's awesome. I did some research on 
that while I was in school, wrote a paper on Israel's 
nuke program in the 50s and 60s.  Good stuff. You pro-
or-con Israeli?"

"Way pro," she said.

"Me too. Good deal. Go on."

"Were you a poli-sci student?"

"History."

Katie considered this. "I went back to get an MIS 
degree, and now here I am. How'd you get into your 
position so fast?"

"I worked QA out of college, crawled my way up," Jake 
said. "What do you do for fun?"

"For fun? I play softball, watch movies, you know."

"What's your favorite movie?"

"Rear Window," Kate said.

Jake leaned his chair back, set his feet up on the desk.

"Ooooh, good movie."

Katie looked around the office as if checking for other 
people.

"I want to tell you something," she said. Jake took his 
feet down and leaned into the table. "I'm probably not 
going to take this job. The salary range is low, and I 
want to work downtown, not out here in the boonies. I 
already have two offers I'm considering. I only showed 
up because I'd promised the nice HR person who called me 
back first."

Jake shrugged. "Thanks for letting me know."

"I mean seriously, do you guys have any idea what a good 
MIS degree is worth in this market?"

"I totally understand, and I agree with you. I'm only 
half-joking about getting better offers on the street 
with your degree."

"Do you want to stop the interview?"

"No," Jake said. "I'd just have to get back to work."

Kate laughed. Jake smiled.

They bantered for half-an-hour more, Jake occasionally 
going back to his sheet to come up with sarcastic 
questions for Kate to answer sarcastically, and they'd 
both bust up laughing.

"I hate to cut this short," Jake said at last, "but I've 
got a code review to attend." He stood up, straightened 
his dress shirt, and extended a hand. Kate stood up. 
"It's been a real pleasure. I've really enjoyed talking 
to you, I appreciate your honesty, and I hope you'll 
keep us in mind if the rest of your job offers all fall 
through. All at once."

Katie took Jake's hand and shook once, twice... three 
times. They stopped shaking, but didn't let go. Jake 
regarded her with a level, guarded expression on her 
face.

"So let me ask you a question," Kate asked.

"Shoot."

"Are you married or anything?"

"No," Jake said.

"Huh," Kate said. "You want to go out some time, get a 
beer?"

"Sure," Jake said.

Kate laughed, sagging, her hand still in Jake's. "What a 
relief. I was nervous about asking," she gushed.

"It's okay, I was thinking the same thing."

"I've never had any fun in an interview before, and it's 
just since I moved out here I haven't met anyone, 
really, and in our tradition, you know, you and me, of 
honesty...  I have this itch I cannot scratch, and the 
sooner the better, you know? Not that I'm saying I will-
-"

Jake laughed. He ran his thumb across the top of Kate's 
index finger as he smiled.

"Well, then, why not now?" he said, his voice cracking 
on 'now'. Jake blushed furiously, Kate laughed at him, 
and he only blushed harder. He dropped her hand. "I 
swear, you go years without it, and just when you need 
to sound serious and mature..." he shook his head. "Look 
at me, I'm in no condition to go to a walkthrough."

"Ah, you're cute," Kate said, and leaned over to kiss 
him, quickly, a pressure and drawing, and she stood 
back. Jake blinked.

"Can you do that again?" he asked.

"Sure," she replied, and kissed him again, just the 
same.

"Wow," Jake said. "How much were you looking for?"

Kate grinned. Jake stepped into her, their chests almost 
touching, and reached across to twist the blinds on the 
window shut. He dropped the rod and smiled at Kate, just 
before him.

"You could have walked around," she said. He leaned in 
to kiss her, for a long moment.

"Not really the point," he said. Jake ran his hands 
around her waist as they kissed again.

"What about the door?"

"Locks closed," Jake said. "What if they hear us?"

"I'll be very quiet," Kate said. "Or I'll try. What 
about your meeting?" Jake ran his hands up Kate's blouse 
to cup her breasts. Kate sighed into his kiss and 
reached down to undo his belt.

"I don't really care," Jake said. Kate got the belt 
undone, fumbling to pull it away.

"You do have time," she managed between kisses. "Unless 
you're known for your endurance."

Jake grinned, and Kate kissed his smile. "I am," he 
said. He began to unbutton her blouse. Jake's pants came 
down.

"Hand me my bag," Kate said. Jake leaned over to pick up 
Kate's handbag and came back up to see she'd gotten her 
shirt off and was standing there, her lacy interview bra 
the only thing on from the waist, the trace of nipples 
just visible through the fabric, her hand out, palm up.

Jake gave her the bag.

"Hang on a second," Kate said. She started to dig into 
the bag.

Jake got his shoes off and then carefully set his pants 
across the back of one of the chairs. He was wearing 
white boxer briefs, and his erection was baldly obvious, 
the waistband tight around the outline of his needy head 
trying to get out for a look around.

Kate set the bag down, and had a condom in hand. "Now 
this isn't lubricated," she said, "but you're going to 
find that's not going to be a problem." Jake's shorts 
twitched at the implication made it from ear to brain to 
groin.

"Here," Jake said, pulling the line of his shorts down 
to his thighs.  His dick seemed to come alive, springing 
into the air happily, quickly coming fully hard, curved 
against his belly, beating with his pulse.

"Thanks." Kate gently ran her fingertips along the taunt 
underside of his shaft, watching Jake's head start to 
flush with blood. She reached back to unhook her bra and 
let it fall along her downturned arms onto the table, 
revealing her sweet, normal, perfect breasts, with their 
crimson bottlecap circles around outstanding nipples, 
rough in the air-conditioned cold.

She made to put on the condom and stopped. "Did you want 
to..."

"Oh, no," Jake said. "Please, be my guest."

Kate rolled the rubber down slowly with both hands, 
gently massaging it down until Jake was clad.

"I wish I'd worn my skirt," Kate said, as Jake helped 
her out of shoes and the pants. "Certainly make this 
quicker."

Jake looked at her curvy waist, the helix of her legs, 
the thin hatch of blonde pubic hair, and blinked. "You 
have a skirt that goes with that?" He shuddered, the 
image made the trip down the spine, and the condom 
wiggled against Kate's thigh. "Goddamn, that must be a 
killer."

"It is," Kate said, grinning. "Now, I've never done 
this, so... "

"Neither have I," Jake said. "But we're both smart. 
We'll figure this out."

Kate turned and leaned up on the desk, hands on the 
edge. Jake could just see the her mons, the lips, 
peeking out between her thighs. "How's that?" Kate 
asked, looking back to see Jake line up his approach.

Jake pressed at her entrance and entered without intent, 
so slick was Kate. He gasped in surprise and she pushed 
back on him, angling her hips to get a better feel, and 
Jake pulled back and then moved all the way back in, and 
neither of them gasped or cried out. Jake put a hand on 
Kate's shoulder, Kate took a hand off the desk to take 
his hand and squeeze as they moved together. Jake pulled 
out and rubbed the head along Kate's damp entrance, 
keeping back as she pushed for it.

The phone rang. "Don't make me answer that and ask 
them," Kate said.

The phone rang on, and stopped.

Jake obliged, pushed in, and they moved faster, the 
sweat starting to slick along the lines of backs and 
chests, until Jake slowed again and pulled Kate back.

"Lay down on the desk," Jake asked, and Kate moved to 
sit on the edge of the desk. Jake approached, smiling, 
and it worked with only a little bending, Jake's waist 
just over the desk, Kate's legs out. They started again, 
this time with Kate's hot, exposed clit rubbing on the 
motion, and Kate started to really breath hard, her 
chest flush, and Jake cradled her with both hands. He 
went to long, slow strokes, almost out and then all the 
way in, and it was working for both of them: Kate was 
starting to buck on the desk, and Jake was frowning with 
restraint.

Kate came forward, gasping, her teeth clenched against 
sound, and as she went to wrap her arms around Jake he 
put both hands under her ass and lifted her up, still 
inside her, another movement in his controlled stroke. 
She put her arms around his neck and tied her legs 
around his waist.

"Yes," she whispered. "I was just going to suggest 
this." Her thatch was scratchy against his own, and she 
rubbed herself against the turn between penis and pubic 
bone. Jake started to rock her weight quickly, and soon 
they were choking back their moans, Kate by biting 
Jake's neck, and he took deep slick strokes in her, 
quicker and quicker, sweating hard as he held Kate up, 
and finally he sighed and felt the release come, long, 
deep jerks surrounded by her warmth, and Jake 
concentrated on not dropping her. Kate felt him coming 
and furiously ground herself against him, gasping, 
pausing as the shudders overcame her and then quickly 
going back at it, until she had stopped moving and Jake 
let her down.

"Holy crap, Jake," Kate said, breathless. "A man who 
knows how to make love with a condom on. Do you have any 
idea what you're worth in this market?"

"No," Jake said.

They looked at each other, standing close, breathing 
hard, and no one knocked on the door, and there were no 
gaps in the shade. The office smelled of their arousal 
and sweat.

"This is awkward," Jake said. He looked down at his 
erection, still wrapped.

"Oh, hang on," Kate said, and took care to unwrap it 
carefully. It swung in her fingers, pendulum-like, when 
it came off. "That's impressive. You needed that as much 
as I did, huh?" She wrapped it in a tissue and dropped 
it in the trash.

Jake blinked. "Yes," he said. "We should get our clothes 
on and get you out of here." Kate went for her clothes, 
Jake dialed his right-hand man.

"I need you to go grab me Thai takeout. And microwave me 
some popcorn.

Drop it off in my office."

"Is it raining out?" Kate asked.

"And is it raining out?" Jake asked. He nodded 
emphatically to Kate.

"Thanks, man," he said. Kate was dressed, if out-of-
sorts.

"You have an umbrella to loan me?" Kate asked.

"Borrow my jacket," Jake said, hopping around as he 
pulled his wrinkled khakis back on. He looped the belt.

Kate pulled it down from the rack, waited for Jake to 
get a shirt on, and they walked out together through a 
side door and stood in the awning, looking at the rain 
dash on a lot of well-maintained cars.

"You're hired," Jake said. "I'm raising the pay scale. 
I'll move the company downtown."

"No," Kate said. She smiled. "Couple of quick questions, 
Jake, and these have wrong answers. A manager's sleeping 
with one of his developers. Now you must have taken 
management training classes. What's that?"

"Sexual harassment," Jake said. "Other employees may see 
an expectation, or feel uncomfortable. I knew that."

"And what if a manager's sleeping with a developer who 
works at a different company?"

Jake laughed. "Good clean fun." Jake nodded and smiled. 
"You've got my card. I look forward to hearing from 
you."

"As well you should," Kate said, and she walked into the 
rain, the tails of the black long coat flapping behind 
her in the wind, cutting through the storm, glowing.

END

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