Here I am once again needing to interview for a PA, what is it with these men that they can't stick a good position with a female boss. Do they feel emasculated, intimidated or brow beaten by a strong woman. I need my assistant to be ready for anything, anything that I might need him to do. I prefer male PAs because, well because I just do. He should be willing to do my bidding and be able to anticipate my needs.
I must admit though I love the interview process, I love to see him get hot under the collar while I grill him on his attributes. Maybe that's why I dismiss them so often, I need the thrill of the interview. My last interview went so well, for me and him. He got the job.
Right from the moment he applied for the position I could feel my excitement building, we had exchanged emails and phone calls and I had cleared my diary to schedule the interview into my busy day.
He arrived at the specified time and as I was without a PA I had to greet him at the door myself. As usual I was dressed as any good female CEO should dress. Dark business suit with short skirt, I usually wear a short skirt or figure hugging pencil skirt, it makes me feel sexy as well as powerful, essential in my line of work. With my business suit I like to wear my Seville Row shirt, my how that accentuates my body, the buttons fastened to mid cleavage, yes it's one of my favourite looks for the 'office'.
Anyway I directed him to the interview room and sat him at my desk, it's important during an interview to have the chairs positioned correctly, the interviewees chair should always be lower than mine, so I can look down on him, only perceptively lower, just a little trick I like to use.
So we sit and I take a look at my notes.
"Mr Lowly can you tell me why you feel you would make a good PA"
"Well Ms Carmel I am more than willing to attend your every needs, I am experienced in doing the bidding of a powerful woman and would relish in honouring you as my superior.
"And Mr Lowly," I say, "in what way would you honour me."
Its at this point I turned and looked him deeply in the eye, compelling him to hold my gaze. He does for a second then his eyes flicker and his gaze drops. Only to be met with my parted legs, my skirt has risen up towards my thighs, tantalisingly showing stocking tops. He drinks in the image and I see him shift slightly in the chair. I smile inwardly, a wicked thought enters my head, I lean back a touch and open my legs a little further, he is engrossed and staring at the spectacle before him.
I give him a moment and then *cough* " Mr Lowly can I have your attention please. His face snaps back to mine and he squirms embarrassed and a red flush travels up his neck and over his face to end up in his hairline. I am amused and decide to play him further.
I cross my legs allowing my skirt to come to rest at the top of my thighs allowing a him a peek of my bare skin that is showing at the top of my stockings, then I swing my crossed leg back and forth, allowing my six inch heeled shoe to slip off the back of my foot, my toes barely holding it on. Back and forth, back and forth I gently swing my leg. I have slim ankles and toned calfs, and in my black sheer fully fashioned stockings my legs look shapely.
I turn back to my notes and continue with my interview questions.
"Where were we, ahh yes you were going to tell me how you will honour me."
"But first Mr Lowly tell me a bit about yourself."
