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“You’ll be posing as an interviewee,” the man on the phone told me. “We’re having a genuine job interview, with genuine candidates, but you’ll be the only one who isn’t.”

“So, what will I be required to do?”

“Well, there’ll be me – I’m Tom - and two others on the interview panel, Guy and Adam.”

“Let me guess – it’s someone’s birthday.”

“Yes,” he sounded surprised. “How did you know?”

“I get this all the time. And you want me to pretend to be desperate for the job and offer to suck his cock or have sex, and then you reveal afterwards that it was a birthday surprise. Ta-da.”

“Spot on. I’m impressed.”

“Hey – it’s what I do. Whose birthday is it?”

“It’s Guy’s. We’ll do a tour of the firm first, to make it look convincing. Then I’ll be calling the candidates in one by one. I’ll call you in first. Come on to Guy to begin with – he’s the tall one with glasses. He’ll probably be really uncertain what to do, but we’ll back you up and encourage you and he’ll go along with it once he sees that we’re OK with it.”

“No problems.”

We arranged time and place. I went out to buy myself an interview suit. I’ve never actually had an interview – except for the stripper one, and that wasn’t really the type of interview for which a suit was required. Or many clothes at all really. I found the perfect one in Debenham’s. Short-ish skirt, charcoal grey, with a ruffled jacket. Smart, but also very feminine and sexy. It wasn’t cheap, but I saw it as an investment – I may need to do dominating lady boss at some point.

I bought some fake black-rimmed glasses at Claire’s Accessories – I could do the whole ‘let hair down, take off glasses – “But you’re beautiful Miss Blaise!”,’ thing. The jacket fastened high enough that I didn’t need to wear a blouse, but low enough to show more than a hint of cleavage.

I dressed carefully that morning – subtle make-up and pinned-up hair. I put on the whole she-bang underneath – black and red lacy underwear, complete with suspenders and stockings. Once I put on the suit and added the glasses, I surprised myself at how smart I looked. Slut underneath and lawyer on top. I finished the ensemble with killer heels and I was ready to go.

“Wow,” Fred said, as I came downstairs. “You look really good – very professional.”

“Do I pass for respectable, then?” I said, with a half-smile.

“Definitely. I’d hire you!”

The address I had been given was a law firm in Richmond. We pulled up outside a nondescript building – grey and square. I went in and gave my name to the jet-haired snooty-looking girl at the reception desk.

“I have an interview,” I informed her, looking at her over my glasses. She shot me a dirty look and tapped her list with glossy fingernails.

“If yew wanna siddown over there,” she drawled in a surprising American accent, indicating a row of low plush chairs against a wall where several people were already waiting. I suddenly realised I didn’t even know what the job was supposed to be. The candidates were both men and women, mostly young, but there was one older lady who sat apart from the others, twisting her pearls nervously. I lowered myself down on the empty chair at the end of the row, pressing my knees together primly. I glanced down the row of tense candidates.

“Have you come far?” the girl next to me whispered. She was a petite blonde with a sweet face.

“No – just Wimbledon,” I whispered back.

“Oh this would be really convenient for you then,” she said.

“Yes, it would be great.”

“You look really young – when did you qualify?”

Shit – I thought. Qualify for what? Was I meant to be interviewing for a lawyer’s job? “This summer,” I managed. It was a fairly safe bet that whatever course I was meant to have been doing would have ended in the summer.

“I’m Penny,” she said, with a flicker of a smile.

“Nikki,” I replied.

I was relieved when a man came down the corridor towards us. He scrutinised each of the women, his eyes flicking from one face to another. I wondered if he was trying to work out which one of us I was. I kept my gaze neutral and professional as I met his eyes. An expression of mixed annoyance and confusion flickered over his features – perhaps because he couldn’t figure out which one of the professionally-dressed women in front of him was a hooker. I caught him glancing at the older woman with the pearls and stifled a smile at the alarmed look on his face. I wondered if he realised how transparent he was.

“Is everyone here?” he asked the receptionist. With a laconic glance at her list, she confirmed that all the candidates had arrived.

“OK people,” he said. “I’m Tom Watson, one of the partners here. If you’d like to follow me, I’ll take you on a quick tour round the firm.” I stuck to the back of the group, hoping not to be engaged in any conversation. I could fake a lot of things but being a lawyer was not one of them. Penny hung back to walk in step with me.

“He seems nice,” she murmured. I smiled non-committally. “Cute too,” she went on. “Nice bum.”

I turned to look at her in surprise and she winked at me. And she had seemed like such a sweet little thing as well. She was pretty though, in a girl-next door Drew Barrymore sort of way. Her tight round ass was well-defined under the pencil skirt and I found myself wondering what she looked like under that prim suit.

Judging from the way Tom kept glancing back at her, he was clearly wondering the same. He barely even looked at me, hiding behind my glasses. I hoped he wouldn’t be too disappointed when he found out that Penny was a genuine candidate and wouldn’t be sucking his cock. At least, not today anyway.

We were led around that part of the building which belonged to the law firm, briefly shown closed doors with lawyers’ names on them, popped our heads into the kitchen and were finally hustled into a conference room. A young man was laying out coffee and biscuits on a side table.

“Help yourselves to refreshments,” Tom invited. “We’ll call the first one of you through shortly.” I saw him look meaningfully at Penny, who was naturally oblivious. I got myself a coffee and a chocolate hobnob and sat down next to Penny.

“How many interviews have you had so far,” she asked me.

“This is my third since qualifying. What about you?” I said through a mouthful of oaty biscuit.

“Oh, this is my fourth. I hate interviews so much. I get so nervous and I end up babbling rubbish. How do you cope with it?”

“Oh, I just offer to give them all a blow-job. Works every time,” I said, with a grin. Penny burst into nervous giggles.

“I might try that,” she said. “It can’t be any worse than what I’ve been doing so far.”

“You’ll be fine,” I reassured her. “Just imagine them all naked or something. Anyway, I think Tom likes you. Just smile prettily and wow them.”

A woman came into the room with a clipboard. “Nikki Blaise?” she said, looking at us.

“That’s me,” I said, getting up. I finished off my hobnob and picked up my coffee.

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