Entry Level Interview

"Miss Hart is on her way to up to your office, Sir!"

I nod in response to the call.

"Thank you, Miriam. Did you tell her to wait outside?"

"As you requested, Sir."

"Good."

I wait for the young girl to appear on my screen as I open the CCTV footage on my computer and watch her sit down on one of the chairs in my anteroom. The desk of my sectary is empty, of course. She wears clothes like I recommended for her in my reply mail to her application. From the elated tone of her reply, confirming the date for the job interview I can tell she hasn't expected a response -- justifiably so. She was the least qualified candidate available. For a normal position as Personal Assistant. For my special requirements for a secretary she may be just perfect. I can tell she doesn't have any experiences with the corporate world -- after graduating high school only some weeks ago, her CV is empty. Lack of experience explains her willingness to follow my instructions -- I framed them as propositions, but I think it was pretty clear she better follow them -- on ow to dress for the job interview.

Reason one she is the only one I invited - any secretary with a little experience would have - and did - consider it fishy that I "proposed" an outfit for the job interview. Let alone the type of recommendations I did give. She followed them. As much as her school girl wardrobe and budget allowed, I suppose.

I watch her wait for about a quarter of an hour, enjoying her nervous fidgeting in the chair, her tugging on her short skirt.

Finally I decide to get up and open the door. As I see her, I put on my best surprise face. I've ben practising that at for while.

"Ah. Well, there you are. Miss Jennifer, I assume?"

She jumps up, her red hair in a ponytail bopping up and down. She looks at me for a second. Before she can react, I continue.

"You don't mind me addressing you like that, young lady? I know girls your generation aren't used to being called Miss any more. And as your potential boss, I should maybe not use your first name just yet, but I am an old fashioned man. You may get used to that early."

She smiles -- honestly, enticingly and stands up.

"No problem..."

"Mr. Hunter. As I said. Old fashioned."

"Mr. Hunter!"

She nods and I take her hand and shake it -- it a little sweaty and cold. I use this spiel a lot -- the reaction of a woman of being addressed in this slightly outdated, patronising way says a lot about her. I never hire anyone who seriously objects -- I have given one a chance who was spontaneous enough to counter my little game with her own and called me by my first name back. My last secretary, the possible predecessor of the young woman standing in front of me. Who is way less sassy.

"Very well. How long have you been sitting here, why didn't you knock?"

"I... your... the lady at..."

"Our receptionist? Miriam?"

Yes... She... she told me to wait here."

"For what, exactly?"

"I don't... she didn't..."

"OK, not your fault apparently... I'll add a demerit to her file."

Of course I won't, Miriam did exactly as she was told, but I think nothing impresses an applicant more than seeing a strict boss and a thoroughly installed system of discipline. "But... I don't want her to get into any trouble because of me..."

"Not because of you, little lady, every girl in this company is personally responsible for her own actions. But for those, fully. Diligence and reliability are among the things I require most in an employee. Obedience, too. And punctuality."

I wink at her with a look at the clock on the wall and see her blush.

"She really should have told you to knock, she knows I currently don't have a secretary. I promoted Sandy, your predecessor to Office Manager. A bit prematurely, without a successor, but she's much to smart and ambitious for a simple admin girl. She helps out until I find someone else, but it's Friday and she's gone home already anyway. So -- not your fault but waiting was pointless. I'm glad I don't have to add a demerit to your HR file before you even got one. Shall we?"

I point into my office -- darkened by lowered blinds, blocking the afternoon sun, compared to the bright exterior of the unused anteroom. She nods, enters the room in front of me and I follow.

Sit down behind my desk, pick up the phone for an internal call, my eyes on her. She remains standing which makes me smile. Not too much initiative. Waiting for her orders, I like that in an employee.

"Miriam, you can call it a day for now. Have a nice weekend. And Monday, I will to see you in my office about your reprimands for today!"

"Yes Sir. Have a nice weekend, Sir."

I see Jennifer blush again and must suppress a smile. As a matter of fact I intend to praise Miriam for her good work, which I'm sure she knows.

I lean back in my leather chair looking at her.

"Did you find us easily?"

I open with the usual small talk. And she nods.

"Totally easy, Sir, thank your for making the effort to describe the way in your mail."

"Did you take the bus I recommended?"

"I... uh... No, Sir. I walked."

I raise an eyebrow.

"From the projects? That must be an hour walk."

"Nor quite, Sir, I'm a pretty fast walker."

"I bet. Track and field team in high school... Long distance runner, wasn't it?"

"Yes, Sir."

She seems proud -- and overjoyed that I remember her CV. Less difficult than she may think, being the only applicant and having a very short history.

"Ever ran a marathon?"

"Not yet Sir, but it's my dream."

I nod.

"Ambitious. Being fit and having an exceptional stamina surely won't harm your chances for the job... You still live with your parents?"

She nods shyly.

"If it was a financial problem, we would have paid for a bus ticked to the job interview. It's pretty hot outside."

"That no problem Sir, I'm used to walking. Really."

"Fascinating. We will find a better way to get you home, though. I promise!"

She nods again.

"So... I see you did followed my recommendation about the dress code, though."

She smiles as I look her up and down. She tried, within her limits. Not the exact sectary uniform I have envisioned, but as close as a high school girl from a poor neighbourhood can get.

"That was only a recommendation, but appreciate you followed it."

"Of course, Sir."

She touches her short skirt - pink, only reaching halfway down her thighs. I requested it to not reach the knees - this one shows more than I excepted. It also shows the stockings, halter-less, in high heel sandals. The white spaghetti top is quite tight, hugging her small breasts -- probably B-cups. She doesn't look too comfortable in the outfit -- I don't assume it's what she wore to school. Probably party-wear, mostly.

"Sir... is this really what a secretary wears? It's not... it doesn't seem.."

I chuckle.

"Not exactly standard uniform in most companies, I admit. At least these days, any more. Old fashioned boss, me, as I said. You don't Have to wear this of course, demanding you to wear it would be likely some against government regulation or another. There's no law that tells me I have to stop you if you want to wear it though."

I wink at her and a smile lights up on her face. As if she's in some sort of conspiracy with me. As if this had been her idea and I allowed her to be naughty. Easily malleable little thing.

"I can say it does make you look good. And looking good sure gives you an edge when it come to securing a job with me, Jennifer."

"Yes, Sir. I - I couldn't find a garter belt. I didn't have one and none of the shops I usually go to had one, either..."

I nod.

"Makes sense. Not the most common piece of clothing any more these days. If I hire you and you're willing to try wearing one I can recommend you some more high class venues. And make sure you get store credit, I have some connections."

Grinning, I wink. She would not be the only girl working for me whose wardrobe I enhance.

"Thank you, Sir."

"The halter-less stockings are pretty too. Acceptable. Did you have those?"

"Uh.. No, Sir. Had to buy them."

"Thought so. Don't really match the rest. A little less - girly and more adult. Suits you!"

She blushes, smiling at me.

"Thank you Sir."

I notice her warming up - compliments do the trick. Always with young women. As does not talking about anything business yet. I'm sure she dreads the moment in which I get to qualifications and such.

"Sit!"

She jumps shortly. My tone was sharp, the short command a little harsher than I had meant it too be, but hey... Don't want to spoil her too much. Immediately, without complaining about the commanding way I asked her to do it, she pulls up the chair and sits in front of my desk.

"Tell me a little about yourself, Jennifer!"

"I... there's not much... I'm 18. Graduated from high-school... I like sports. And K-Pop..."

I smile. It's refreshing to have a job interview with someone with so little intent to impress me, even if that's because she has literally nothing to impress me with - other than appearance and character. The ways she can impress me are going to follow soon.

"You got a boyfriend?"

She blushes. Hard this time

"N... No, Sir."

"Not right now or not ever?"

"I... never had..."

I smile at her encouragingly. Another reason I love these types of interviews: no inhibitions to overshare in young adults.

"Hard to believe. You're such a pretty girl. A little flat, sure, but... I'm sorry, that was inappropriate. Sometimes I just..."

I grin as she stares at me, and instinctually covers her B-cups under the tight top.

"Doesn't really matter anyway. I'm actually not a boob man, to be honest. Yours are pretty for... they're pretty. And I love redheads!"

She gulps again, smiling back at me.

She Is pretty, really pretty, but I also can see why the boys her age ignored her. Not glamorous. Shy. Timid. Sexy in this daring outfit, but I bet she really never wore it and only got it on a dare. And the many older men who appreciate a young woman like her exactly for her natural looks won't dare to confess it. Not to her face. Not without appearing as pervy old guys. I can live with that.

"You're a real beauty. That alone gives you quiet boost for this position."

"Thank you, Sir."

She looks at me gratefully.

"As for the job... Do I really not need any experiences?"

"That's what the job offer said, isn't it?"

"Yes, but... that's so rare for this type of job."

I nod.

"Yeah, my competition tends to look for 25 year olds with 10 years of experience, and an MBA who takes dictation and types letters."

She nods, smiling.

"I like to give new girls a chance. In this day and age you surely more or less know how to use a computer and type documents, right?"

She nods, eagerly.

"All the rest you can learn, I'm sure. What I value more than experience is your personality. Kindness. Diligence. Compliance. I want you to follow my orders and do your best to please me. All the rest will come by itself. If you think you can do that, little lady?"

She nods.

"Absolutely, Sir."

"Very well. Why do you want to be a secretary right away? Not interested in college?"

"I - we don't have much money. I really need to get a job, maybe college later, but..."

I nod.

"Sure. No need to justify yourself. And why secretary? It's not the most glamorous job, and - as you said -- mostly hard to get in if unqualified. A waitress may earn just as much. A least in my days. Or whatever you girls to these days do to make money - influencer stuff?"

"I am on tock-tick!"

"You are?"

I act surprised. As If I haven't googled her. I love her bikini try-ons. Gave a really good impression of her assets. Too few, though, I guess she can't afford new attire often. We might be able to change that. No harm in having her do daring videos for the company accounts in the future...

"I do dance videos. I'm not that good at though, I'm afraid. And try-ons. Those are pretty popular, but it's hard to get fancy sexy fits with my little money. So that's...*

"Not as easy to get in as you may think. Tried some dancing in real life?"

She looks at me bewildered.

"Like in a club. Go-Go. Or exotic?"

She stares at me wide eyed.

"Like - a stripper?"

I chuckle. Surely every other job interview would be over right now. She -- seems to actually enjoy it, despite her shocked look.

"I couldn't... not in a million years!"

"I wouldn't mind seeing you on a stage, pretty girl. Anyway... sure, I get it. Let's not dwell on other job opportunities, that does seem counter-intuitive to my needs, anyway."

She nods, quickly, very glad apparently about the change of topic.

"You know how to turn tun on a computer, how to format a text document and fill in a spreadsheet?"

She nods.

"Perfect. You know how to answer a phone and be nice to visitors?"

Another nod.

"You can follow orders and do what you're told? As I said -- compliance and obedience, apart from reliability and diligence. Top priorities."

"Yes. Sir. Easily can!"

In a mock salute she puts her hand to her forehead. I chuckle

"I like that attitude, soldier. Can you make coffee?"

"Uh... I don't really drink coffee..."

"Not what I asked, but I get your point. Never had anyone to make any for, either then? OK, no problem, I've anticipated having to show you the ropes, let's start with that then. It's been a long week, I definitely feel like a coffee. Let me show you the machine, you'll need to be able to handle that better than your computer because I'll immediately know when you fail."

As I get up and put a hand on her shoulder urging her to follow me to the coffee-maker next to the secretary's workplace.

This is a pretty time consuming act, but being Friday afternoon, I have all the time in the world for the job interview. And teaching her a -- no matter how small - part of her potential future job can give me a good insight in her attention span, her willingness to learn. Her dedication to please me. Appropriately for that goal, the machine is a huge complicated monster. I only bought it because I never intended to use it myself, so there is a lot to teach.

I show her how to make a cappuccino -- a real one with foamed milk and all - by doing it myself, then have her repeat after me step by step. I nod encouragingly when she's done.

"That was good."

I approvingly pat her back, then let the hand slide a little lower, almost to her butt. Not quite though. She smiles at me, seemingly not noticing.

"You're sure you never done that before?"

Shaking her head, smiling at the apparent satisfaction in my eyes.

"You're a quick learner. Or natural barista. Both -- very useful in your new job."

Her eyes widen.

"Potential new job. That that was good first step."

I nod and have her carry both cups of cappuccino back to my desk, where she looks at me questioningly.

"Well now you made two, it would be a waste to not drink them. Come on - have one. It tastes good. Not bitter like normal coffee, you may like it!"

She nods and gives me one of the cups she made.

"I'll go first. Let me to see how I like your creation."

She trembles a little as I take a sip and nod.

"Very good. A real natural little barista. If you decide not to work for me - which would be a shame - I can recommend you to my favourite coffee shop. But I don't think they pay well."

I take a bottle from my drawer and spike my coffee, offering her a shot. Her eyes widen.

"I'm not 21 yet, I mustn't..."

I chuckle.

"Incredibly stupid rule, don't you think? You're old enough to vote, to drive, to fuck... Pardon my French, I'm sorry if I shocked you."

Wink at her as she blushes.

"Even if you personally haven't yet done either yet,... In my book you're old enough to drink!"

"I..."

I add a little bit of the whiskey to her coffee and she surrenders, taking a sip from the foam, then the coffee.

"This is really nice!"

"Right? Even without the extra spice. Don't get used to it, we only add that Friday evenings or very special occasions. But the rest is a benefit of the job, as much coffee as you can drink. Speaking of..."

I sit up.

"Back to business, yes. The perks of the job. You get a minium wage for the first six moth, the probation period. You know what that means?"

"You can fire me at any time without a reason."

"Sounds harsh but yes. Or also you can quit any time without notice. That works too. Once the probation period is cleared and you're approved as a good girl and get the real position, you get 50 % above the average salary of a secretary in this state."

Here eyes widen.

"Really?"

"I expect loyalty and obedience from my girls. And diligence. I want this job to the be the center of your life. And me with it. I don't think that should be a one way street. A good salary, health insurance, dental, three weeks paid vacation, unlimited sick-days. As long as you don't get the impression you can exploit that privilege."

"Wow... that sounds better than the jobs my friends are aiming for when the finish college..."

I chuckle.

"Yes, it sure is better than an entry level job for an MBA or driving a taxi..."

"A what?"

I frown

"An -- Uber?"

She nod understandingly, making me sigh and feel old.

"Now... what I expect in return - other than your usual duties of a secretary... Please finish your coffee, Jennifer."

She does, with a big gulp of coffee, cream and booze.

"There are some special duties I expect. Beginning with our dress-code. You did as well as you could, I appreciate that. The company will pay for an a little more - classy version of the look you attempted. With garters and made of fabrics other than polyester. But as for the actual dress-code..."

I smirk and look at her.

"Underwear is also regulated by it. Unless explicitly ordered, you're on the safe side if you go without."

She stares at me. The moment of truth, I can see how comfortable she has gotten in my company, how much she enjoys my attention, my compliments. The perspective of a very good salary and perks makes her malleable and probably her mouth water. The bait is set let's see how hungry she is for it.

"You don't mean....."

"Please hand me your panties, Jennifer. I assume you wear some."

"Of course... I mean... I do... but... I can't..."

"OK, let me remind you you're free to leave at any moment. No hard feelings, if you decide you are not up for the job, I'm sure you can find something less -- demanding and more suitable for a girl your age. I did get the impression you are more mature than that, but If I was wrong, I'll take the blame. My recommendation to get you in job as a barista stands...."

"But I... I don't... this is... Is this normal?"

I chuckle.

"Well. Depends on who you ask. If you ask any girl in My company, it sure is. You know I own this place, right? I'm not just HR or middle management, I founded and lead this company. Were not exactly the biggest player, but we do have so e quite profitable international connections, so we have a -- very agreeable financial situation. But this is not just a well paid job, it's the most secure job one with the best perspectives you can hope for. I mean -- that You can hope for, with your... credentials and skills. I'd love to give you a chance and have you on board but if it's too much for you..."

"No... I... Just the panties?"

"For now. We'll talk about the rest of your duties after that."

She nods. Hesitantly at first, then more determined she reaches under her skirt. Her attempts to cover herself fail, I have the great pleasure of me seeing quiet an impressive glimpse of red bush.

"I thought you young ladies today all shave."

I chuckle, and enjoy seeing her blush, but she catches herself.

"Your idea of young ladies seem stuck in the oughts. No offence, Sir. My Mum shaves, my generation is a fan of natural beauty. At least all my friends are..."