The New Hire: A Fantasy Come True
I remember how I jumped out of bed that day. Anxious and eager for a long anticipated job interview with an established New York advertising firm, they'd called me back for a second interview!. I'd been angling to land a job with this company for some time now and felt on the brink of it all coming true. Certain to dress in my best "power" suit, I checked and double-checked my appearance multiple times before heading out the door.
The interview took place in the large, private office of the Assistant Copy Editor. A youngish, dapper looking executive named Stephen Collins, who from appearances was doing quite well from himself. He was a tall dark haired gent, the kind that makes a very favorable impression as he cuts through a crowd whether it be in the sharp silk suit he was wearing or simply in the black thong I visualized him in underneath! In all circles this guy would be considered a stud and I had to make subtle efforts to conceal my interest and keep my thoughts on the professional straight and narrow!
He presented an easygoing but strong presence in the office which while containing all the necessities for business, also accommodated a leather couch and seating arrangement which made the place quite impressive. Everything had a fine touch to it and spoke of success.
"Not too shabby..." I remember thinking to myself.
The interview went well and I thought I'd given a good accounting of myself. Stephen had given me ample time to respond to his questions, often times walking around the office or stopping to stand before me while I spoke. My eyes were trained on him at all times and I noted his glance wandered occasionally, scrolling down my body then locking back on my face. I was devoured his image when he was turned and fed them to my tightening briefs.
Around noon time, Stephen rose and I was initially dismayed that the interview may be ending. I couldn't be more wrong...
"We've run a bit longer than I'd anticipated", he said "and I have a lunch appointment. Say...I'm lunching with the head of the department, perhaps you'd like to join us? It's ultimately his hiring decision so this would be an opportunity for you to meet him in a more relaxed...less stressful way. Care to join us?"
"Certainly..." I'd replied evenly, all the while thinking how well things were progressing!
Stephen had excused himself and left the office. My mind was racing on dual paths, trying not to allow them to collide and ruin everything! In a couple of minutes, I'd stood to wait for them, "adjusting" the bulge in my pants to make it less obvious...just before Stephen returned with another man in tow who quickly and cordially grabbed my hand and gave it a firm shake.
"Pleasure to meet you...I'm Walters and I understand that you'll be joining us?"
