“.....And I’d really like this opportunity to work for Amicorp.”
the young dark skinned woman said as she finished her
presentation.
Henry Morrison sat back in his chair, taking the time to
reexamine the application on the desk in front of him. Patricia
Brown, age 18. Senior class honors, various other school awards.
Every year, Amicorp had open admissions for their intern
program. The final selection came down to the result of a personal
interview with one of the various department managers. Or so it
usually went. In reality, the chore was considered a total waste of
a day and a smart manager usually passed it off to one of his
subordinates. On this, the last day of the interviews, it had been
passed off to Henry Morrison.
Patricia Brown was the eleventh of twelve planned interviews
and she was turning out to be a pleasant surprise. Having already
chosen three of the four winners, the 44 year old assistant
manager was going to have no problem picking Patricia as number
four.
As was his usual practice when he drew this duty, Henry had
scheduled all the female applicants for the afternoon session. If
nothing else, he got to sit back and enjoy the attention of a few
sweet young things. The slightly balding assistant manager had
never really been a winner with the ladies, having married the only
girl he ever really dated in high school. With the honeymoon phase
of his marriage having ended many years before, he actually looked
forward to these little indulgences.
It was a great surprise that he actually found someone who
was more than qualified. He have been more than willing to trade
that for one of his afternoon delights.
Not that Patricia was hard on the eyes. In fact, he was sure
that if she wanted, the pretty young woman could’ve pursued a
modeling career. She had a lithe, tight body with small but firm
breasts. Her charcoal black facial features were equally small but
crafted as if by an artist.
“Well this certainly is an impressive application.” Henry said
as he closed the folder. “But as I’m sure you understand we have to
review the qualifications of all the candidates before making a
final decision.”
“Of course.” Patricia said with a cheerful smile. “I’d like to
again thank you for your time and hope to hear from you soon.”
Henry reached under the top of his desk and pressed a small
button. That is turn set off a small flashing light on the desk clock
on the receptionists desk. It was a usefully tool for cutting bad
interview short or as was in this case simply letting Mrs. Carvey
know he was ready for the next meeting.
In response, the door opened and the 52 year old
receptionist walked in, another manila folder in her hand. As she
walked around the large wooden desk, Patricia again thanked them
for their time and rose to exit.
As she walked out, Henry couldn’t help but notice the great
way her skirt hugged the outline of her tight little ass. In fact, it
so held his attention that he didn’t realize that he had risen ever
so slightly out of his seat to get a better look.
Had Patricia turned around, she wouldn’t even have noticed
from her vantage point. Mrs. Carvey on the other hand couldn’t
help but see him rise and the disapproving look on her face gave
her opinion of his action.
“Geez, that’s just what I need.” Henry thought. “Old fuss
and bolts making some complaint that I was ogling one of the
applicants.”
He ran his hand through his thinning sandy hair for a few
seconds and then got an inspiration. He glanced up at the clock on
the wall and saw that it was quarter after four.
“You know Mrs. Carvey,” he said in a normal tone, ignoring
her hostile look. “We’re almost through for the day. Why don’t I
wrap up the paperwork on these last two interviews myself and you
just take off early.”
Elizabeth Carvey didn’t have to be asked twice. She quickly
agreed and dropped the folder on his desk. Quickly moving for the
door, she was almost out it before Henry could ask her to send in
the last girl before she left.
Opening the folder he was surprised to find it contained only
the single sheet of the application form. No letters of reference,
so resume, no writing samples....nothing.
The sound of footsteps entering the room told him Mrs.
Carvey had wasted no time sending in the last young lady and
making a quick getaway. Quickly, Henry scanned the slim
information before him.
Janet Parker, 19. That was it except for address and phone
number. A little confused, Henry looked up and got his first real
good look at Miss Janet Parker.
Or rather at Miss Parker’s rather impressive 38DD chest.
Which was all he first noticed when he lifted his eyes and saw the
tall mahogany hued woman standing in front of his desk. It took a
few seconds for his focus to expand, but ever so slowly he began to
take in other features.
First he became aware of the open denim blouse that Janet
wore over the skin tight tank top. A very low cut top that clung so
tightly to her breasts that he could easily see the four inch halos
around her nipples.
His next impression was of gold, lots of it. Five gold rings,
three on one hand and two the other. Add to that several gold
bracelets, two necklaces and large double ringed earrings. The
final piece was a gold overlay of one of her front teeth.
“You Morrison?” she asked.
“Yes.” he answered, thinking that this was definitely going
to the interview of the day.
“Well, I’m here for one of those intern positions.” Janet
said as she put her hands on the waistband of her ever so short
skirt. “Where do I sign up?”
“Well it’s not that simple.” Henry said in turn. “Why don’t
you just take a seat and tell me why you think you qualify for this
job.”
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