THE JOB INTERVIEW_(2)

The Job Interview
By rutger5 An Original Story (Copyright 2013)


“Well if you can make it here by eleven then I’ll see you, otherwise don’t bother.”


“No problem Ms. Duro, I’ll be there. Goodbye” I told her with more confidence then I felt.


To say I’d be cutting it close would be an understatement. Without a second to spare I hurried to get ready. After a quick shower and shave I splashed on some cologne before getting dressed and rushing out the door. Luck favored me and I caught the train after only a five minute wait. The club was four blocks away from the nearest stop so there wasn’t a moment to lose once I disembarked. I took the stairs up two at a time then passed through the turnstile and onto the crowded city street.


As I approached I could see the club’s unlit neon sign from a block away. With under three minutes to spare I opened the ornate front door and stepped inside. My eyes squinted as they adjusted to the much dimmer interior light and once they had I scanned the place. It was a large space and I found myself in a long rectangular room decorated in a stark palette of black and white. The walls and tile floor were bone white while the furniture including the bar was made of dark wood and black leather and there were also some sheer black curtains strategically hung on the walls.


There were some doorways in both the back and right walls but at that moment I was the only person there. I walked further into the room but before I had time to call out I heard a woman’s voice. Seconds later she emerged from a doorway on the right as she talked on her cell phone. Seeing me standing there she held up a hand indicating for me to wait.


“Now come on, please. Do you think I just fell off the banana boat? If that delivery isn’t here today before we open then forget about it and I’ll find a new supplier.”


While she talked I discreetly studied her appearance and she was a real looker. Shoulder length straight raven black hair brushed against the collar of her jacket, which was one half of a tailored black pinstripe suit. It perfectly showcased the curves of her voluptuous figure while remaining classy. She was also wearing glasses with trendy red rectangular frames which highlighted her big brown eyes. I estimated her to be approximately five foot three tall and I’d guess she was about forty though she looked better than many girls half her age. Suddenly she laughed at something she heard before replying.


“No, not at all. I’m glad to hear that and I’ll be expecting it today. You have a good day.”


Once she ended the call she turned to me with the faintest trace of a smile on her attractive face.


“Yes?” was all she said.


“Um, ah” I stammered as I collected myself. “I spoke to you before on the phone, I believe” for I had recognized her imperious voice from our earlier call. “My name is Will Kirk and I’m here about the opening for the server position” I told her while holding out my resume.


“We did and you’re right on time. Very good start” she replied as she took the proffered paper from me.


While I stood the woman sat on a leather banquette located against the right hand wall before crossing her legs. She quickly scanned the document before dropping it on the table beside her and then pushed her glasses down her aquiline nose and fixed her gaze upon me.


“Forgive me for asking Will, but why do you want to work here? Judging by your resume it seems you’ve previously worked in more traditional high end restaurants.”


“That’s true but most of them also hosted private parties and I often worked those and they’re more along the lines of this type of work. And I’ll be honest with you, from what I saw in the ad, you’re offering higher pay than most starting positions do and I really need the money.”


That part was the reason I was scrambling to find a new job in the first place – and fast. For ever since my ex-girlfriend and I had split a few months back I’d fallen behind in my bills. It’d been hard enough finding the money to pay the rent after she moved out, let alone for everything else. So I needed to make more money and as quickly as possible.


“Well you’re easy on the eyes and that’s a plus. Now it’s my turn to be honest with you Will, one of the requirements of this job is having the right look. The uniform you’d have to wear is somewhat revealing and you need the right physique to pull it off.”


“Revealing?” I asked.


“Yes, the uniform consists of a very snug pair of trousers and an open vest so if you don’t have the right body then you’re out of luck. Still interested?” she inquired.


Damn! Once again I had to use my considerable looks to get a job. Just once I’d like to be judged on my abilities and not my appearance. I hoped in my heart that one day such compromises wouldn’t be necessary and that anyone, even a lowly man, could be found attractive yet still be recognized for also having a brain. But under my dire financial circumstances I really had no choice but to agree to her conditions.


“I’m interested” I told her.


“Good then lets see you bare chested” she said while keeping her vision focused on me.


As she watched I removed my jacket and placed it on the table top before pulling my shirt up and over my head. Not knowing what else to do I put it on top of my jacket. For a minute there was silence as she ran her eyes across my body slowly, savoring every inch it seemed. From my firm pectoral muscles she panned down over my defined six pack and from there continued until settling on the bulge of my crotch. Her mouth was just opening to speak when another figure emerged from one of the doorways in the rear wall.


It was a woman and she was also attractive but that was where the similarities ended. Her hair was cropped short and spiky and bleached almost white and both her nose and lip were pierced. She was also taller, younger and thinner than Ms. Duro and her clothing was drastically different. It was very much a rock and roll style and consisted of skintight black jeans, red Dr. Marten boots and a Slits t-shirt. When she saw us there she continued walking but smirked at me as she did.


“Hey Is, I’m just going to do inventory. Another applicant for the position?”


“Yes this is Will. What do you think Sammie?”


“I wouldn’t kick him out of bed for eating crackers, that’s for sure” she answered while arching her eyebrow “well I’ll see you in a bit, Is.”


With that said she kept walking until disappearing through another doorway. Ms. Duro continued to stare at me and as she did she brought her manicured hand to her chin and stroked it.


“You spend plenty of time in the gym I see Will. Now do you mind turning and letting me see your back.”


“I do enjoy working out” I replied as I spun about.


“Impressive” she said and a moment later I felt her pinch my ass.


I whirled around and she was now standing right behind me, her eyes twinkling lasciviously.


“Excuse me” I sputtered indignantly “but what do you think you’re doing?”


“Just sampling the merchandise honey. No need to get bent out of shape. Let me tell you Will, if that’s your attitude then you’ll never make it here and you might as well leave now. Understand this, our clientele is primarily female and they come here after a hard day at work looking to let their hair down, relax and have a good time. We like our men tight bodied, not uptight. So in this job you’ll find that it helps to go along. So the question is how badly do you want this job?”


Before I could answer her hand pressed against the front of my trousers and rubbed my crotch sensuously.


“Well Will, how far are you willing to go to get this job?’


“Are you trying to say…”


“Oh I’m not trying, I’m saying. I have two more interviews scheduled today. I’m leaning toward offering you the position, provided you’re willing to be a good boy and get in whatever position I tell you to. Otherwise I’m sure someone else will be willing to do what Will couldn’t or wouldn‘t.”


“You mean if I sleep with you then I get the job?”


“Two things. One – there will be no sleeping and two – only if you perform satisfactorily will you get the job.