Interview

2020-08-07 08:16:09

The weekend is over, and it’s time to go back to my daily writing and work. I have the interview tonight. To say I am nervous is an understatement. I don’t remember ever being at this level of nervousness. Maybe it is because this is the first change I am making without my twin. I am not sure, but it is time to head off to school. When I walk into my office, Dr. Wells is there. "Good morning Dr. Wells. Would you like me to get you some coffee?"

"Why are you here so late?"

"I am not supposed to be here until eight. It's eight right now." Great, he is in a mood today.

"Yes, get me a coffee. Make it right this time." I give a quick nod and head down the hall. He usually isn't here in the mornings. I made my schedule this semester to be here when he isn't. My office is in front of his office. Students walk through my office to get to his. My job is to greet students and assist with anything he needs.

"Here is your coffee, one packet of sugar, one packet of artificial sugar, and a splash of milk."

"Did you check the milk?"

"I looked at the bottle and smelled it."

"Was everything fine?"

"Yes, Dr. Wells," what I want to say is, ‘No, I brought you lousy coffee because I knew if I did, you would make me go back and make it again. Then I would be late for lecturing a class.’

"Okay, I am sitting in on your lecture today. It is time for evaluations." He gives me a corked smile.

Last semester he said I was a terrible assistant. That students were not learning anything from my lectures. Luckily, they had someone else evaluate me and deemed his evaluation untrue. I hope this year will be better. I give a polite smile, grab my notes, then turn back, "are you ready, Dr. Wells?".

The lecture goes well, but I am glad when it is over. I go back to my office. Dr. Wells follows me. "Come into my office Melony." Great, my full name, nothing good ever comes after my full name.

I sit across from him.

"You have improved greatly since last year."

"Thank you, Sir." Wow, something sweet!

"I mean, there was no way not to improve." Oh, there it is. I was wondering where the shot is. I give a small smile. "Dr. Burke is retiring in December of next year. Will you be done with your research by then?"

"Yes, Sir, I believe so."

"Believe so or will be?"

"Will be."

"Good, I will put you down as a possible candidate for hiring."

"Wow. Thank you, Sir."

"You have proven your passion and determination. Even with your sister's death, you stayed committed. Almost like you didn't miss her at all."

Did he just say that? I can feel the tears wanting to form. How dare he brings up Sam! How could he imply she meant nothing? She was my twin! I try to say in a calm voice, "Sam and I knew we both wanted to be professors. We pushed each other. She would be upset if I didn’t complete my degree."

He nods, but I can tell he is no longer listening. "Well, that's all. Oh, I have these tests" He hands me three files full of tests. "It’s the test Learning and Motivation took last week. I need them back by Wednesday so the students will have them back in the week's time frame." He gives me a grin.

I return a polite smile. "Of course, the tests will be in your box Wednesday morning, and I will post the grades to the classroom grade book."

"Okay, that is all."

I run out of his office. Grabbing my bag, I head home. Walking home, I start thinking about tonight. Maybe I should cancel. These tests are awful to grade. They’re all short answer and essay questions. There are fifty tests; each test has ten short answer and three essay questions. It is going to take to days to grade. That is why the policy states we should have a week to grade them.

Once I get to the apartment, Rachel is up and laying out clothes for me to try on. Of course, they are hers. "Your clothes won't work for a club interview, so I got you a few of my outfits I wear there."

"Rach, I am not wearing this leather dress."

"Why not?"

"One, it's far too small for me, two I won't be able to sit, and three, just, no." I touch the dress and shake my head.

"Fine prude. Here do this mini skirt and crop top."

I raise an eyebrow at her, "That doesn't say job interview."

"Your interviewing at a club, not a law firm."

Rachel does have a point, "Fine, what if I wear jeans and a low-cut top?"

"Okay, but I pick the jeans and top."

"Deal." I should not have made a deal with Rachel. She picks a pair of skinny dark wash jeans and a see-through white top.

"Don't wear a bra. With those boobs, you will have a job the second you step foot in the office."

I shake my head and put on a nude bra. There was no way I am leaving without one. Since my refusal to take the bra off, Rachel decides that a black lace top would be better. She has me change into a black bra to look better when showing through the lace. We pair the outfit with a strappy heel and set off for the club.

She leads me to his office then hugs me, "you'll do great. Don't be nervous". Easier said than done. Rachel turns and walks off.

I knock on the door. A masculine voice answers, "Come in." I hold my head high, give myself an ‘I can do this’ talk, then open the door. I freeze the second I walk in, he looks up at me, and I could almost swear his eyes change colors. I snap out of my trance and walk over to the front of his desk. "Hi, I'm Melony Neil. Rachel's friend. I have an interview with you tonight at eight." I stick my hand out for him to shake. He grabs it. The second his skin touches mine, sparks fly. This tingly feeling shoots up my body through my hand. It is almost hard to let go. I quickly hand him my resume.

"Please have a seat, Melony" I quickly sit on the chair in front of his desk. "So, Rachel tells me you are having financial issues. What exactly are you going through?"

Well, to start with, my mother is crazy and demanding that I send her money and pay her bills. I am going to school, and I am an assistant to someone that hates me, so every day, he makes my life hell. "I am trying to help out my family, and it's causing me to come up short paying my bills."

"Shouldn't you be meeting your needs first? You can't help someone when you're not taken care of." Owen glances over my resume.

You can take care of me. Oh God, why did I have that thought? My eyes widen. Then I shake my head. "Yes, Sir, you're right. It is easier said than done. My mother has three other children; two are in high school, and the other is in junior high. She is a single parent, so she’s struggling a bit."

"How is that your responsibility?" Anger surges through me. How is it his business?

"My sister and I were helping our mother. Because we were helping, my mother became dependent on us. After her inheritance from my grandparents ran out, she started asking for money. At first, it was to get Christmas gifts for my siblings. It grew from there. My sister and I completely supported her, now that my sister has passed, I am in way over my head."

He nods as if he understands. "Well, I have one opening available. It's as a private submissive. If you want, you’re welcome to interview for that."

I feel the blood drain from my face. I have never done anything kinky. I mean, it has been over two years since I had sex. "Rachel said it was for cleaning your office." My voice comes out shaky, and it is clear how stunned I am by his comment.

"That isn't an option at this moment. I'm sorry. A private submissive is the only position available." I thought my day had nowhere to go but up, guess I am wrong.

"What are the qualifications?" Am I seriously considering this? What other option do I have at this point?

"It depends on what your kinks are." He smiles at me. He, indeed, is a beautiful man. I couldn't see his build well through his suit, but it looks like he is fit. His navy suit complements his amber eyes well. His sandy hair has a waviness and comes down to his collar in the back. Owen has this hopeless romantic/bad boy vibe. Being near him is both calming and exciting.

"I do not have much experience." I look down at my fingers. I feel embarrassed to admit such things.

Owen’s smile drops. But he almost seems relieved. He seems to be taking deep breaths. Like he’s trying to smell something. "What do you mean?"

"I have only had two partners and never experiment in kinks. I am curious, based on what Rachel has told me, but I have never had the opportunity to do anything."

"I see. Some of our elite members like to have private rooms and submissive. The negotiations of what is and is not allowed are between them. The club provides the meeting, writes the contract, and makes sure everyone is safe. Since you are not sure what you like, I suggest someone introduces you to it."

"Oh, I see." Well, maybe I can get a job waitressing at a local restaurant.

"I am willing to train you. If you accept, I expect you here Friday evenings at seven and leave Sunday at ten in the mornings. There will be downtime, so if you need to bring school things with you, feel free." I nod and continue to listen. "For your time, I will pay you two thousand dollars per week."

"You're paying me two grand a week to have sex with you?"

"I am not paying you for sex. I am paying you for your submission to me." He looks at me, somewhat annoyed.

I guess I struck a never with the 'paying me for sex comment.' "I'm sorry. This concept is all new to me, and I am just trying to understand and relate it to the easiest way possible."

He relaxes. "I understand, this probably seems overwhelming. As I was saying, your training will be for three months. Once it's over and you feel confident, we will find you a new dom. I will give you a few days to think about it. Let me know by the end of the week."

"I'll do it."

"You don't want to think about it?" He looks at me curiously.

"I’m pretty desperate."

He gives me a nod. "Be here at six Friday. We will go over and sign the contract. Bring two sets of clothes and whatever you will need over the weekend."

"Thank you, Owen, Sir? I'm not sure what to call you."

A massive smile is on his face. "We will discuss that Friday. Now go home and get some rest." We shake hands again, and I leave. Because Rachel is working, I take a cab home. When I get home, I sit down and start grading the tests, but I can't stop the butterflies in my stomach.

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