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Interviewing for Secretary
by Bert Hart (berthart@merr.com)

***

In the year 2035, secretaries are graded and hired on 
the basis of their sexual skills. (MF, voy, reluc, 
mast, work, sci-fi)

***

"Miss Taylor, please remove your clothes."

She gives me a look.

I enjoy it when they're a little bashful. It's fun 
knowing their modesty will soon be shed along with 
their clothes. I like to see them shyly look at me as 
they lower their panties, stripping with one hand, 
covering with the other. I love to make them remove 
that hand and pose for me, naughty pose after naughty 
pose, each more embarrassing than the last. And 
finally, when they assume the ultimately humiliating 
position, when there is absolutely nothing private 
left, I comment on what I see, and watch them blush.

Of course, as she lives in the Lawless Zones, she can 
hardly be all that innocent. By age 19, she's 
undoubtedly had to put on a show many times, and worse. 
Our private security service reports that she's living 
in a communal gangsta harem. But I'm willing to go 
along with a little pretense just for the fun of it.

"Miss Taylor, please do not waste my time. Will you or 
will you not disrobe? Possibly you have not had a 
chance to read the standard application guide you 
received the day you applied. Here's what it says:

"Thank you for applying for a position at Consolidated 
Worldwide. Your secretarial skills will be assessed by 
a computer program over the next two days. On the third 
day you will be interviewed personally by Mr. Antwyn 
Forbush, the man you will be working for if you are 
hired. Mr. Forbush will have the results of your tests 
along with your original application. He may ask you a 
few more questions about it.

"As the position of executive secretary to Mr. Forbush 
is listed as SS, he will then ask you to disrobe. He 
will require you to assume a number of different 
positions while naked. Some women find this 
embarrassing, but otherwise he cannot grade you on your 
natural physical attributes. He will then ask you to do 
certain things to or with him, or he may ask you to 
perform solo. 

"Mr. Forbush will carefully evaluate you on your 
performance, taking into account willingness, speed and 
quantity of lubrication, quality and duration of 
orgasm, and many other factors. He will then assign you 
a Sexual Services Score. This score, along with your 
Secretarial Services Score and other information from 
your application, will be used to determine if the 
position you applied for is offered to you.

"You are free to leave the interviewing room without 
disrobing. In that case, your application will not be 
considered. At any time in the sexual scoring process 
you are free to refuse any request by Mr. Forbush. You 
need not explain why you are refusing. Simply get 
dressed and leave. Once again, your application will be 
disregarded."

She nods. Maybe she really is a little nervous, because 
she's looking about my office, hoping there is 
something to hide behind as she strips. Of course there 
isn't. Half the fun is seeing them squirm as each item 
comes off. She leans forward in her chair to remove her 
shoes. No bra, of course. Too expensive for a Zoner.

Thirty years ago, I could have been sent to prison for 
what I'm about to do to Miss Taylor. Or she could have 
sued Consolidated for sexual harrassment. But this is 
2035, not 2005. Feminism died in the Oil Wars of 2020-
26, when the world went smash. Nearly a billion died. 

For the survivors, life is very hard. The few police 
here in Central City are underpaid, understaffed, and 
corrupt, leaving true control of the city to the paid 
mercenaries of the multinationals. The Lawless Zones 
have no police, and no rule but the rule of force. 

Every woman in today's sorry world must have a man to 
protect her. Whenever we post a position, Zoners apply 
in droves. They'll do anything to escape Zone life. Why 
do we require sexual services from all our secretaries? 
Because we can. Because they have no choice. Because 
we're men.

Now her blouse is off. Her average size breasts are 
firm, her pink nipples show promise. She's still doing 
the pretend modesty bit, trying to cover up while she 
pulls down her jeans and steps out. She grasps her 
waistband, makes eye contact, lowers her panties and 
her eyes both at once. She reseats herself and places 
her hands behind her neck. I gesture, and she slowly 
opens her legs. 

She looks so good that I regret I've already done so 
many interviews today. I'm no threat to her, but I 
don't tell her that. Anyway, it's still fun to look.

I remain seated as I make her come forward and stand in 
front of my face. Now this is nice. She's shaved, and 
has nice heavy pussy lips that naturally hang slightly 
open, giving me a tiny peek inside. I get her on all 
fours and have her spread her legs real wide. Now her 
breasts are loose and free. I have her swing them from 
side to side. 

I put latex gloves on, kneel behind her, and start 
playing with those big floppy lips. They hang down like 
curtains. I start slowly, touching lightly, until she 
lubricates. Then I increase the pressure and speed. She 
never knows just what I'm going to do next. She jerks 
her ass about as I run my fingers up and down her slit. 
She moans and quivers.

"Are you going to fuh... make love to me?"

I'd take that as an invitation, but I just can't manage 
it so I have to tell her no. I insert one finger, two. 
They glide in effortlessly.

I take my hands away and turn her over on her back on 
my deep pile carpet. I make her raise her legs to her 
chest, spread wide, open herself up with both hands. I 
do a thorough inspection. She's blushing, excited. 
She's thinking about what she has to do to get a high 
SS Score. 

Actually I'm looking for lesions. The Death to Infidels 
organization released a bio-engineered herpes virus 
last month that's supposed to be pretty bad. I don't 
see anything but healthy pink flesh, but still when 
dealing with Zoners it's always best to wear gloves, 
and I'm thankful I am.

Her nipples are erect, but I tell her I think they can 
get bigger. She invites me to see what I can do. Ever 
notice how anything you put in your mouth seems bigger 
than life? I measure her arousal with my tongue. It 
feels like three inches, probably it's really only one. 
I'm an equal opportunity nipple sucker. 

When I switch to her right breast I feel her bucking. I 
look down and see she's doing herself two-handed, 
opening herself with the left and plunging up and down 
with her right. She's nice and vocal as she cums. I 
don't mind them talking dirty if they really mean it.

A sheen of sweat covers her as she slumps down. I tell 
that I intend to give her a top SS Score. It's the 
truth. She claims to be sorry that I wasn't in the 
mood, and promises to be very good to me if she gets 
the job. I let her dress.

I even feel a tiny tinge of regret that I can't hire 
her. We employ Zoners at lower levels, but not of 
course as executive assistants. So why have I been 
interviewing them for a position I can't offer? Let's 
just say I like to take advantage of my perks.

The etiquette books all suggest that an applicant 
should follow up the interview with a handwritten note 
of thanks. Should an interviewee thank the interviewer 
for helping her cum?

I suppose not. She did most of the work.

There's no mail service in the Zones, so I make sure 
she knows where to go to find out the status of her 
application. She will find a nice check "in 
appreciation for taking the time to apply at 
Consolidated" tucked inside a polite letter of 
rejection. Perhaps she will be so grateful for the 
money that she will seek me out. This is common. By 
then I may be able to offer her a very special 
position, cash from my personal account for occasional 
services.

But I still need to hire a secretary.

My secretary must be well-bred, graceful, modest. She 
must dress well and speak in a modulated voice. She 
must be obedient and discreet, yet with the courage to 
suggest a more moderate course when I go too far. She 
must trust me, and earn my trust. She must be 
intelligent. And there is so much more. One might call 
it a distinction of class. One might say no Zoners need 
apply.

There is only one applicant who meets the above 
criteria. I'll interview her tomorrow. I'd like to have 
my little fun, yet I must not scare her off.
      
**

Miss Thornton is 24 and already an experienced 
secretary. She was educated at one of the better 
finishing schools in Memphis. Unfortunately, both of 
her parents, who were of the highest class, died when 
the New Madrid fault gave way.

I stand up as she enters my office. I can tell she is 
impressed. Not by the thick carpet or the panoramic 
view of the city, but by my wood desk and wainscotting, 
which could not be replicated by any amount of money 
now that the tropics have been entirely deforested.

She walks confidently to my desk and extends her hand, 
murmuring the usual niceties.
She seats herself in the proffered chair, legs demurely 
together and angled slightly to the side. She is 
wearing a tailored beige suit over a peach top. Her 
voice is smooth and melodious, her diction perfect. It 
is such a pleasure to hear, after two days of the 
vulgar Zone patois.

"You have two years of experience at Mega, I see? Was 
that a 24/7 rated position?"

"No, Mr. Harrington was rather elderly and so by 
special dispensation he only worked part-time, about 50 
hours a week. And after his diagnosis, his actual work 
hours fell more. Those last few months he spent quite 
some time in the company swimming pool by doctor's 
orders. I became more of a nurse and beloved companion 
than a secretary."

"Did you join him in the pool?"

"Oh, yes, always. Towards the end I had to physically 
support him in the water. Of course we were living 
together under terms of the contract, and we fell into 
the habit of swimming in the nude every day in the 
early morning. He did not want others to see his 
frailty."

"I assume your position was SS rated?"

"Yes, in theory I was to provide sexual services, but 
Mr. Harrington never availed himself, due to age and 
ill health I suppose. After he died, it turned out that 
there were no openings for a secretary at the executive 
level. I could have joined the secretarial pool, of 
course, but the SS clause would have been activated, 
and I felt I did not wish to withstand the natural 
popularity of a newly available girl."

"Knowing as I'm sure you do that this is a Shadow 
position, are you prepared to immediately move your 
personal possessions into my living quarters if you are 
hired? Can you tell me what you believe a Shadow 
position entails?"

"I'm fully ready to move and if you can supply me with 
a couple of guards from the firm I will be on the job 
in half a day. Shadow positions were created after the 
Wars when it became necessary for executives working in 
international firms to be on call 24 hours a day. Top 
talent is spread so thinly nowadays that an executive 
such as yourself must be making and receiving calls 
from all around the globe at all hours as the Earth 
turns. 

"Little distinction is now made between 'working' and 
free time. I presume your sleeping quarters are in a 
room off this office and that you usually eat and 
exercise within this building or nearby. The 
corporation of today requires from its top-level 
executives complete commitment of all their time.

"Obviously, executives at your level need a secretary 
with a similar commitment. It would be too confusing to 
have three secretaries working in shifts, because of 
the time wasted bringing each one up to date as she 
came on duty. So Shadow positions require the executive 
assistant to be present at all times and work the same 
hours. As high level executives have normal sexual 
needs, and they do not have time to date or have a 
family, it is reasonable that secretarial positions at 
this level be rated as requiring sexual services. As I 
have no family, I am quite prepared to be your Shadow."

"Well put, Miss Thornton. I assume you have been 
interviewing elsewhere. Are you expecting any 
employment offers from any of our competitors?" 

"I have received a number of letters of rejection. Some 
interviews I did not complete. Several firms have not 
replied."

"And you have been out of work for 10 weeks, correct?" 
As I say this I make eye contact. I can see a brief 
shadow of terror and I know I have her. We both know 
the law. To live in Central City you must be employed. 
If she doesn't find a position within the next two 
weeks, she will be forcibly deported to the Zones. 
Within fifteen minutes of arrival, she'll have a gun in 
her face and her back on a mattress. Maybe she thought 
at first it would be easy to get a new job. Now she's 
getting desperate.

"So, according to your work history as I understand it, 
you have never been asked to sexually service an 
executive, is that right?"

"Yes." 

This is quite delicious. If I hire her, she will need 
instruction, perhaps even discipline.

"Can you tell me why you think you have not been 
offered any of the positions you have applied for? Your 
test scores are excellent, your references impeccable, 
you have experience at the executive level?"

"Yes, well, at three of the firms, I felt that the 
interviewer was being quite unprofessional."

"How so?"

"Because within a few minutes, I was ordered to remove 
my clothes. I declined to do so. Therefore, I was asked 
to leave and my applications were discarded."

"Well, I can see that such a request so early in the 
interview would be most improper. Still, at some point 
you must know that the interviewer would want to assess 
your sexual services skills?" There is an uncomfortable 
pause while she considers her answer.

"As I am an adult, I fully recognize my duty to comply 
with the requirements of the position as posted. I am 
quite willing to provide sexual services to my employer 
after I am hired, and I believe that I can completely 
fulfill those responsibilities. I understand very well 
that an executive working 24/7 will naturally need some 
sort of relief which he could not otherwise obtain due 
to his long hours of service. But I do not believe it 
is proper to expose myself prior to a offer of 
employment. Forgive me for saying this, but may I 
assume that you have, over these past few days, 
required all applicants to disrobe? Some of whom you 
had no intention whatsoever of hiring?"

"Yes." She had me there.

"So, you see, Mr. Forbush, not knowing whether or not 
you see me as a possibly successful applicant, to 
disrobe at this time might put me in a position of 
being unfairly taken advantage of."

"So should I ask you at this time to fully undress, you 
would naturally decline."

"Yes."

"Miss Thornton, let me speak perfectly frankly. You are 
undoubtedly the most qualified applicant, and I'm 
definitely interested. But if I do not hire you, who 
will? Do you really want to risk almost certain 
deportation to the Zones over such a small matter? I 
can hardly put myself in the position of buying a pig 
in a poke. On the one hand, you are saying you are 
willing to supply me with all the sexual services that 
I need or want over the next three years. My asking you 
for a bit of nudity in advance seems a small thing in 
comparison. How can we resolve this impasse?"

She has the solution at once. She is gratifyingly 
sharp!

"Mr. Forbush, I suggest a mutual proffer."

I nod, and take her into an adjoining room. I punch in 
my security code and Lizzie wakes up.

"Liz, Miss Thornton and I are going to make mutual 
proffers with regard to certain actions she is willing 
to undertake against my firm promise to hire her as my 
executive assistant for a term of three years. You have 
the contract in your memory."

"Certainly, Mr. Forbush. Which party will go first?" 
Liz says in that Scandinavian accent they give 
computers nowadays,

"I will, thank you Lizzie." Miss Thornton says. I love 
it that she thanks a computer.

"I proffer no nudity whatsoever and no touching." She 
is smiling.

"I counterproffer full nudity by both parties, 
extensive groping, hour's long performance of every 
sexual activity known to mankind." We're both laughing 
now.

"I proffer breast nudity, no touching." she says.

"Counterproffer full nudity, full touching, full 
posing, no intercourse."

"Proffering full nudity, no posing, no touching, no 
intercourse."

"Counterproffer full nudity, posing, no touching, no 
intercourse."

"Counterproffer accepted. Shall I remove my clothing 
now?"

"No." I have a little surprise for her. "Liz, I 
stipulate that the terms of the counterproffer have 
been accepted and that Miss Thornton has complied with 
them. Please print out two copies of the contract."

We sign. She looks very happy. It's only now that she 
can be sure that I really want her for my secretary. 
And my stipulation is a sign of trust. 

"Miss Thornton, welcome to Consolidated! If you will 
come with me, I will show you our quarters."

Our living area is just off my office. She appears 
happy to see that she has her own bed next to mine, and 
her own bathroom. I make the call to arrange for two 
guards to come at noon to assist her in moving.

"Miss Thornton, as it is now short of ten AM, I have 
need of your services for the next two hours."

"Yes?"

"Your sexual services."

She only blinks once. "Of course, sir. Are you 
considering fellatio, cunnilingus, coitis?"

Her pronunciation of these words is perfect, her voice 
level. Her suit coat is already off.

"I would think all three at one time or another. Let's 
see what develops."

She slides off her skirt and raises her hands to her 
peach blouse. "May I ask, sir, for just one thing?"

"Certainly." 

"Could you please be gentle? This is my first time." 
Her voice quavers ever so slightly.

"Of course."

I smile. I have found the perfect secretary.

END

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