by Ben Boswell
Okay, now about the bonus story. It’s not a story. It is just a scene. I was amused re-reading it. The story came out of somewhat misogynist musings of a 20-something, young man. I had a very sexy (platonic) friend who was having trouble landing a full-time job, and this was the scenario that came to mind. At the time, I couldn’t resist the final, vaguely moralistic and somewhat cringy, twist. The writing is cleaner and crisper than most of the stuff I wrote at the time, though still has its share of howlers. I picked it because it has just enough parallels with the main story in this volume to make it work as a companion.
But these stories speak to one of my weird… obsessions? No that’s not quite right. Interests? Curiosity maybe? Anyway, here goes. I’m always curious about how very attractive women think about the whole issue of “monetizing” their looks. See, here is the thing. I am pretty lazy on the whole. And I suspect that if I were a beautiful woman, I’d be very, very tempted to try to capitalize on my looks. I’m not talking porn or escorting, necessarily, but just the myriad other ways in which a woman can use looks to get what she wants. Now, I fully understand the tradeoff, and I find it heartbreaking when a woman who has worked to become an accomplished professional finds that men are judging her by her appearance. I’m not trying to excuse that at all. But my curiosity is about the thought process. You’re 24 and gorgeous, and you know it. How does that affect how you look at the world? Is it all just dread at not being taken seriously? Or is there some thought like, “fuck, I’m hot, and here is how it can work for me?” Is that a creepy thought? Probably. I dunno. I’m happy to be educated.
In any case, enjoy the short.
BONUS STORY
The Interview
"I can't believe I'd be worried about money after going to law school," Dana said to herself as she looked over her bills. But now, over a year after graduation, she still didn't have a permanent job, and her law school debts were becoming crushing. It was a relatively good day though, a law firm she had interviewed with last week had invited her for a call-back the next day.
She got a good night's sleep, woke up early, and started to get ready. The first interview had not gone that well and she was determined to impress them this time. She knew that men found her attractive, and she decided to take advantage of that.
Instead of a conservative business suit, Dana chose a relatively short, clingy, black skirt which showed off her shapely legs and hard round ass. She also selected a sheer silk matching blouse which she knew sometimes hung open slightly and exposed the swells of her pert breasts. Looking at the clothes she had laid out on the bed, she decided to go all out. She reached into her drawer and pulled out her sexiest black lace panties and bra, and to top it off she decided to wear her garter belt and stockings rather than plain pantyhose.
She teased her hair out rather than pulling it back, and made sure her makeup accented her big green eyes and full red lips. She looked at herself in the mirror. She was pleased with the outcome. Not slutty, but definitely sexy enough to give her a small edge with the all-male interviewers.
She arrived right on time and was soon ushered into the hiring partner's office. Dennis White was nearly fifty, average height, with a pot belly, with grey hair around the edges of his bald head. His corner office was luxuriously decorated. And Dana was immediately intimidated at being alone with him.
He watched her as she sauntered in. Sexier than he remembered. But despite the clothes, he could see she was nervous. Dennis had her file in front of him. He had been ready to recommend her to the hiring committee, but he had a few more questions.
Dana sat down in front of him. She could feel herself getting nervous. "Why am I meeting with him alone?" she thought to herself, "They are going to reject me. I know it. I need this
job," her mind reeled. She could feel tears forming in the back of her eyes.
"So, how are you doing?" he asked amiably, his eyes darting momentarily to the hem of her skirt.
"Um," she hesitated, distracted. She felt the overpowering urge to get away. "Would you mind if I went to the ladies room," she asked suddenly.
"Oh, sure," he answered in surprise.
In the bathroom, she looked at herself in the mirror. "Calm down, calm down," she muttered. But she was still overwhelmingly nervous. She forced herself to breathe regularly, and finally she was ready to return to Dennis' office. She reached for the bathroom door, but with a sudden resolve, she stepped back in, quickly removed her panties, smoothed her skirt, and went back outside.
She sat back down in front of Dennis' desk, her legs crossed, and her skirt riding up her thigh. Dennis questioned her about her interests, and she grew more confident as she noticed him looking at her legs. She uncrossed and recrossed her legs, allowing the fabric of her skirt to ride higher and higher. Out of the corner of her eye she spotted the clasp of her garter belt coming into view, and she smiled slightly as she realized Dennis had noticed.
Finally, the interview was done. "Do you have anything to add?" he asked as he closed the file folder in front of him.
Dana did not hesitate. She stood up, and walked over to Dennis. He seemed puzzled as she stood in front of him, her legs spread slightly, her skirt pulled up exposing her thighs and the
tops of her stockings. She ran a hand lazily over her thigh, against her hip, and then across her stomach and up between her breasts.
"I have lots of skills," she rasped.
"What do you mean?" he said, obviously excited.
She raised her hands over her head and stretched forcing her skirt still higher until the edge of her trimmed bush came into view.
"Well, let me show you," she said as she deftly slid to her knees. Before he could even react, she leaned forward and unzipped his pants. She quickly reached in and through the opening in his boxers she grasped his cock. It was already more than a little hard, and he gasped softly as her dainty hand stroked his rod.
She eased his hardening cock out of his pants and continued stroking it. With a bright smile she leaned forward and licked the length of his shaft. He moaned softly, and encouraged, Dana took the head into her mouth. She swished her tongue around the tip, and after a while she slowly took him deeper and deeper into her mouth. Soon she'd taken his medium-sized cock completely inside her, and she started bobbing up and down.
He rested his hand on the back of her head, encouraging her to suck him faster and faster. Dana made sure his cock was nice and wet as she bobbed up and down, a loud slurping sound filling the room. He was moaning loudly now, and Dana could taste his pre-cum beginning to ooze. Suddenly she stopped and pulled away.
He looked at her disappointed, but his frustration disappeared when she bent over her desk. She pulled her skirt completely over her round ass, spread her legs, and reaching behind her she shamelessly fingered her slit. Dennis sat not more than three feet from her, as she spread her pretty pink pussy, and a moment later she pushed a finger and then two into her obviously excited cunt. She finger-fucked her pussy for a couple of minutes, and then slipping her wet finger out of her cunt, she slowly pushed it into her ass.
She could see Dennis staring at her enthralled. "Fuck me," she whispered.
Dennis rose quickly, his chair flying out from under him. He grabbed her hips, and violently jammed his cock completely into her hot cunt. She fell forward onto the desk, and gasped at his rough pounding. Over and over he reared back and slammed himself into her. He grabbed her ass, fondling her and squeezing her cheeks hard.
"Oh yes, oh yes, you little slut," he growled. He was fucking her so hard that his big mahogany desk was rocking back and forth. Finally, he rocked back and jammed himself fully into her. She felt his body shiver as he shot his load deep inside her. For a few moments he stayed inside, but then he pulled out. Still he stood behind her, his hands rubbing between her legs, probing her slit, and fondling her clit and anus.
"I like your other skills," he said as he pressed a finger into her pussy. She turned and smiled at him. "I guess we'll offe
r you a job," he said. Dana smiled broadly, even as he pushed a finger into her ass. "Of course," he continued, "we were going to offer you the job anyway."
