Jody Roberts was a typical small-town girl with big-city dreams. In high school, she was popular (cheerleader captain) and smart (salutatorian). Her ambition was a bit vague; she knew she wanted to be involved in the business world, but she wasn't sure exactly what or how.
A family inheritance when she turned 18 gave her a nest egg to pay for college and allow her to start her career in New York City. She majored in business and minored in marketing, making the dean's list every semester.
College was also a new experience. Jodi had lost her virginity after the senior prom when her boyfriend had gotten her tipsy, and they did it in the back of his parents' SUV. Being away from home and in a new environment had freed some inhibitions. She had several relationships that expanded her sexual experience.
Her senior year, her favorite professor seduced her in his office and their tryst lasted until she graduated. He was a considerate and passionate lover who gave Jodi graduate-level experience in how a man should satisfy a woman.
Their last encounter was the first time she had been to his house. Jodi was shocked and embarrassed when his wife answered the door, but her warm hug and kiss was the prelude to her first threesome and lesbian experience. The power and the depth of her orgasms that night stayed with her for months.
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Thanks to her nest egg, Jodi was able to move to NYC without the benefit of having a job. She had put out dozens of applications and it took a few weeks to receive replies. Most of the answers were "sorry, no openings at this time." She went on a few interviews; those had provided her experience and understanding of the process, but no job offers.
After six weeks that produced nothing but disappointment, she hired a headhunting firm. Within a week, she had received positive feedback but still no solid prospects. Then, she got a call about a boutique consulting company that sounded promising. Within a few days, she had an interview scheduled.
Jodi had researched the company and was excited about the possibilities. The headhunter told her that the firm had a reputation for giving its employees opportunities for advancement within the company.
The day of the interview, she chose her most professional outfit: A dark gray suit jacket with a matching skirt that ended an inch above her knee. Her silk blouse was a lighter shade of gray. A single strand of pearls hugged her neck. She pulled her shoulder-length brunette hair back tight in a tight bun.
Her appointment was with John Richards, the company owner and CEO. Lori had been told that he handled the job interviews and hiring decisions personally. Lori arrived 15 minutes early and was greeted by Pamela, the boss' executive assistant. She appeared to be in her early 40s, was attractive and professionally dressed.
"Welcome, Jodi. John will be with you once he wraps up a call," Pamela said with a smile. They made small talk. Lori asked why Pamela enjoyed working for the company.
"It's the best job I've had," she explained. "John is a wonderful boss. He treats everyone with respect. And there are great benefits... some of which you'll have to discover on your own... if you get hired, of course."
Pamela then pulled a document from a drawer and put it in front of Jodi. "I realize this seems a bit odd, but our interview process is proprietary and one of the main reasons we have such a great roster of employees. Before you meet with John, you need to sign this standard non-disclosure agreement. It just says that your interview is private. It's for your benefit as much as the company's."
Jodi had a moment of hesitation. Then she realized that while none of her other interviews had been preceded by signing an NDA, the document made sense for both parties. She quickly signed and dated it.
A few minutes later, John opened the door. Jodi stood up and they shook hands. "Jodi, it's great to meet you. I appreciate you considering our company. Please come in."
Richards appeared to be in his early 50s. He was trim, average height with a full head of black hair that was graying on the sides.
Jodi sat in a chair in front of the boss' desk. His suit coat was draped over the back of his office chair. He leaned back and smiled. "So, tell me about your goals, short term and long term."
Jodi tried to be detailed and informative without rambling. The interview continued with the interviewer and the interviewee both lobbing questions back and forth. As the conversation continued, Jodi maintained her posture, sitting upright in the chair, with her ankles crossed. She found herself relaxing thanks to John's easy-going manner and his sense of humor.
The interview had been scheduled for 30 minutes. Jodi wasn't wearing a watch, but it seemed to her it had been at least half an hour, if not longer.
"Jodi, I'm inclined to make you an offer right now." He went on to list her starting salary and a quick rundown of benefits, including a great health care package. He assured her she would be more than an "executive assistant" -- that she would be involved in strategy sessions and urged to contribute her ideas.
Jodi could feel her heart racing with excitement. The job description was exactly what she had wanted, and the compensation was far beyond her expectations.
"There are a few final issues that we need to discus," John said, sitting up and putting his arms on his desk. "The job we're offering, working with my executive team, has some special requirements. My team and I work hard, we deal with a lot of stress.
"Dealing with that stress, a lot of folks turn to alcohol or drugs. That creates more problems than the stress itself. To be honest, I believe that the best way to relieve stress is sex. My team's unofficial motto is 'Keep our dicks hard and make our work easy.'"
As those words hung in the air, Jodi found herself staring at John's eyes. His gaze was glinting, steely. She blushed, her mind whirling as she tried to assess what the hell was happening.
"You are more than welcome to talk to the women who have held your position. They have my permission to be honest about their experiences here. And you'll find out that they've been hired for great jobs at other companies. I assure you that they had no complaints during their exit interviews.
"I understand if you wish to decline the offer. If so, you're free to go."
Jodi glanced at the door. The idea of offering a curt, "good day, sir" and walking out was tempting. She was being offered a great job that included being... what?... a sex toy? The angel on one shoulder was telling her to be a good girl and leave. The devil on the other shoulder was telling her, "Don't be a damn fool."
There was at least a minute of silence. John's eyes continued to stare at her and Jodi's eyes moved from matching his gaze to looking anywhere around the room.
John finally spoke. "So, you're not leaving." Jodi couldn't tell if that was a statement or a question. She was speechless and frozen.
John pushed a button hidden under his desk, a signal to Pamela that he was not to be disturbed. She smiled, silently locked his office door and left for lunch.
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John finally broke the silence. "Stand up."
