The new Jr manager

I had worked at my job with this big, well known company in Rochester, N.Y. for twelve years and had worked my up to department manager. I was told that I would be allowed to hire a junior manager to work the job that I was just promoted from. That was great. It would allow me to sit in my new corner office and actually not do a hell of a lot. We advertised the position both internally and externally.

It was Monday, three weeks after the company had posted the job opening. I had four interviews scheduled for the day. I already had resumes from all of them and had looked them over. The first two were young men that worked for the company now. The interviews went well. Either of them should be able to do the job. The two that were scheduled for the afternoon were from outside the company but already lived in the city so there would not have to be a relocation package for the company to pay.

I looked at the resume for the third applicant. It was a twenty-seven year old woman named Carrie O’Brien. I went to my office door and spoke her name. “Carrie O’Brien.” She stood and walked to my office. I held the door for her and got my first look at this stunningly beautiful redhead as she walked past me, into my office. She was about 5’6″ and slim. Her skin was white as milk with freckles. Her hair was shoulder length and red, probably redder than it really was. She wore a gray skirt that ended just above her knees and a white front buttoning blouse with the top two buttons unbuttoned, showing cleavage between her well-separated firm tits. I guessed her measurements were about 34C-22-32. Her hand lightly brushed against the front of my pants as she past me and then sat in the chair in front of my big new desk.

“Ms. O’Brien, thank you for applying for this position. I have looked at your resume and you appear to be qualified, as do the others that I will be interviewing. Let’s find out more about you and your goals. Why do you think that you are the right person for this job?” The interview went on, as expected for about twenty minutes, at which point she pushed her chair back from my desk a little, giving me a view all the way to her feet. Next, while answering my question, she shifted position and her skirt rode up a little more and she spread her legs some. This gave me a look at her freshly shaved pussy that did not have any panties covering it.

“Let me be frank, Mr. Wilson. I want this job. I am a good worker and I want to get this job on my merits. I will do a very good job for the company and I will make you look good. However, I have noticed that you have spent more time looking at my body than you have into my eyes, especially after I spread my legs. So I also want you to know that if you are worried about me being prone to yelling about sexual harassment, that won’t happen. I love a good sex joke as much as the next person.