It was her twenty-fifth job interview. For the first five, she had shown up all fired up, motivated, and convinced that the job was hers—after all, she was the best candidate, and she’d be able to pick and choose from offers. But not a single one of them even bothered to get back to her.
For the next round of interviews, Kaira strutted in with a good mood, convinced that at least two would follow up with a decent offer. Yet all she received was a terse rejection email from one company, complete with the standard “Dear Sir/Madam” salutation that they couldn’t even be bothered to personalise.
By the time the subsequent interviews rolled around, she approached them with a hefty dose of scepticism and couldn’t help but feel a bit cynical when they sent her home after a thorough grilling, promising they’d definitely get in touch. Spoiler alert: they didn’t.
And so here she was. According to the job description, she could offer everything they wanted—and some more. It was a mere ten-minute stroll from her house, the salary was hands down the best of all the positions she’d applied for, and to top it off, it was with a company that practically set the standard for her dream job.
Sitting across from Kaira was a dashing man in a suit, barely glancing her way. He frowned at her printed résumé, scribbling notes in red ink like a schoolmaster with a particularly dull essay. And to make matters worse, she had to wait twenty minutes beyond her scheduled time, which could only mean the candidate before her—be it a bloke or a bird—was absolutely smashing.
They had already covered everything about her previous positions, she had fielded questions about her technical skills like a pro, and she was sure she was nailing it. But Garry—yes, that was the name of the man interrogating her—just couldn’t shake off his bored frown.
“You’ve got to use your looks, love,” her friend had urged the night before. But that just wasn’t Kaira’s style. By any objective standard, she was a stunner—tall, slender, with a model’s face, curves in all the right places, and more than enough to catch anyone’s eye. But she was also a bit shy, raised with a conservative mindset, and the thought of “selling herself” made her cringe.
The question was, did she want this job?
And if the answer was yes, then this was her chance. She’d just have to give Garry a little glimpse of skin. She pictured herself at the beach—she didn’t mind showing a bit of cleavage in a swimsuit there, so why not use it here? She couldn’t face another “Thank you for your time, but we’ve chosen to part ways” farewell.
As usual, with each new question, Garry gave her a prolonged look before trotting out another of the classic HR clichés in his monotone.
“So, why do you think you’re the ideal candidate for this role?”
Kaira looked the HR manager square in the eye and unbuttoned two buttons of her silky white blouse with a bold flair. Her sun-kissed cleavage spilled out enticingly, and to ensure Garry couldn’t possibly miss it, she leaned forward, resting her chin on her knee, making sure to hike up her skirt just enough to flaunt her sexy legs.
Garry didn’t even blink.
“I chose your company,” Kaira said, making sure her voice was smooth and velvety, “because I’ve always been intrigued by how you attract top talent and create such an enticing environment. I’m eager to explore all the opportunities for growth and see just how far I can go while being part of a team that truly knows how to enjoy the ride!”
The man jotted something down in her CV, then lazily lifted his gaze and, with the same deadpan tone as before, asked where she saw herself in five years.
She was taken aback. In her eyes, she had practically laid herself bare before Garry, having gone so far, yet he showed no sign of picking up on the double entendre. She knew he wasn’t gay; that was easy to discern. Very few men failed to find her attractive. Had she gone too far? Maybe Garry was a bit too conservative, and her boldness was putting him off. But to back down now would mean surrendering, and so she decided to push even harder. She had no choice.
She undid another button, and her elegant white bra peeked out from her décolletage, revealing the luscious curves of her ample breasts.
She spoke. “In five years, I see myself in a position where I can really make a splash, ideally with a title that comes with a little more power and perhaps a few more perks. I’m looking forward to being in a role that not only challenges me but also allows me to explore all the tantalising opportunities your company has to offer. After all, I do love a bit of excitement and wouldn’t mind being the one making some waves around here!”
Garry quickly scribbled something down, then glanced at his watch.
“Right,” he said matter-of-factly. “I think I know what I needed to find out.”
Kaira slumped back in her chair, gently shaking her head in disappointment. Another failed attempt. Well, at least she’d given it a go, she told herself. And she knew she’d never, ever do this again in an interview.
She stood up to leave, but the bounder didn’t even have the decency to rise and shake her hand. She shrugged and headed for the door. Just as she reached for the handle, Garry’s voice rang out.
“One thing we absolutely won’t tolerate in this position,” he said, “is half-heartedness. You really don’t follow things through to completion, do you, Kaira? I can tell you right now that you’ve failed.”
She turned around, surprised. He was still sitting there, expressionless, staring right into her eyes. He tapped a pencil against the printed sheet in front of him.
“No,” she replied, stepping back toward the chair she’d just vacated. “I don’t think so. I definitely know how to finish what I start.”
She sat down again, feeling a surge of determination. Her time might have been up, but she wasn’t done just yet. If that previous candidate had pushed her luck by twenty minutes, she was determined to outdo her.
She un-tucked her white blouse from her skirt, slid her hand around to her back, undid her bra, and slipped it off over her sleeve, all while locking eyes with Garry. He didn’t even blink. But at least he didn’t scribble down another note, she smirked inwardly.
She sat back down in her chair and as she undid another button of her blouse, she noticed that it was quite sheer and her nipples, which had already stiffened, shone through the fabric like two dark neon lights. She considered it for a moment, but finally undid the remaining buttons and opened the blouse so that it reached exactly halfway to her nipples on either side. Half of her dark large nipples were thus partially hidden, though visible under the light fabric, and half were completely exposed to the gaze of the cheeky HR manager.
“Why do you think you are the most suitable candidate for this position?” He said. He finally gave her a small smile.
“I believe I can adapt to any situation and I have enough rack to find the most appropriate solution that will lead to the desired satisfaction.”
“What is your biggest weakness?”
Kaira stood and removed her panties in a slow, seductive gesture. Then she sat back down, her legs with her knees slightly apart, repeating the famous scene from Basic Instinct where she crossed her legs in front of Garry’s eyes, but not before giving Garry a glimpse of her weakness.
“My biggest weakness,” she said while speaking languidly and alluring, “is certain gaps in my deep areas. However, I’m determined to work really hard to fill them as often and with as much intensity as necessary.”
She was now sitting in such a way that she was showing her giant breasts to the HR manager, and the fact that she hadn’t completely removed her sheer blouse only accentuated the teasing effect. Her pussy, which she shaved every night, was smooth and very visible to Garry’s eyes. She finally scored a hit as he ran his tongue over his lips and his eyes roamed her sexy body without mercy.
The interview continued.
“Sometimes you have to bow your head and kneel,” the man said, “and accept a big challenge with humility.”
She took her cue.
She walked around the desk where the HR manager sat and knelt in front of him. He swivelled in the swivel chair toward her, and Kaira ran her hand over his visible erection. Then she unzipped his fly and took his cock into her mouth. She sucked, looked up at him, and realized for the first time that she was doing great. He kept his eyes closed, but just enough to watch her, watching his hard, throbbing cock disappear into her pink-glossed big lips.
At the same time, his hand groped her nipples and squeezed them, rubbing them between his fingers, and she could feel the arousal. Of course this part went without saying, because she’s a lady and she doesn’t talk with her mouth full.
She pulled down his pants to get to his balls and started sucking and licking them. He moaned in pleasure. Then she stood up, carefully pushed her laptop away on the desk and leaned against it. She pulled up her skirt and guided Garry’s cock inside, the lips of her vagina accepting his cock and he slammed hard into her.
He thrust in and out, his hard cock disappearing into her wet hole, glistening with her natural lubricant. She couldn’t help herself, just how humiliating the situation was, she couldn’t resist feeling aroused. She wanted it. She liked it. And Garry was attractive and knew how to manipulate it.
In doing so, he said.
“Why do you see this position as your future?”
She lifted her legs and placed them on his shoulders. That way he could get deeper into her, which he took advantage of. Then she answered him.
“I like things to go my way. I believe my past experience can be an asset and quite frankly, I am actually attracted to the benefits this position offers.
“Do you currently have any commitments you need to release yourself from?”
She narrowed her eyes with pleasure and tried to stifle her gasps and moans of pleasure. She didn’t want to bait the candidate, who was surely already waiting for his chance outside the door, with the right answers.
“I’m available immediately and at any time,” she said simply.
He pulled his cock out of her, turned her around, and pressed her head to rest her upper torso on the table. With that, she stuck her arse out at him and that’s where he rammed it into her.
“I see you agree that sometimes you need to go a different route than the tried and proven one,” he grunted before he came inside her.
He handed her a box of tissues, she quickly wiped herself off and by the time she was dressing, Garry was back in his chair. He reached for his work calendar, turned two pages and said.
“Congratulations, you did great. I’d like to invite you in for a second round of interviews, with the department head. If you want my tip, wear red underwear, because that’s what Lucas likes best.”
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