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The Applicant
Jacobin
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Standard disclaimers regarding sexually explicit material apply. The
good reader is reminded in particular that works of fiction often
neglect real-world risks and consequences which should be taken into
consideration in any re-creation or work-inspired acts.

This was originally posted 6/2000. As this is my fourth work of this
kind, feedback is appreciated at jacobin2k@hotmail.com

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There were things in Jake's office: a deep blue koosh ball, forty-eight
empty cans of Sprite stacked into half a pyramid, Steve McConnell's
books on software development next to a set of O'Reillys , a photo of a
beautiful husky belonging to his sister, random certificates of
recognition, piles of documents, specifications, designs, and copies of
emails with sarcastic notes written on them, CDRs burned with MP3s, his
black long coat, a beautiful, expensive thing that shed water like
duck's feathers, hooked on one wall, and Kate, a twenty-six year old
development candidate who wore her unruly blonde hair long behind her
shoulders, a beautiful, expensive face, annoyed at being made to wait.

Kate looked at the things as she waited at the small, round table,
probably issued to all project managers with their cars and coats. She
considered how good the long coat would look on her, especially now, in
her suit. Kate wore a nearly-black blue suit she'd bought for these
interviews, because it was deadly and worth the investment. Kate
decided the coat would be a risk, but that she would look bad-ass,
tromping through the rain, tails flapping behind her, nice shoes in
puddles. Kate looked out the small window next to the door and sighed.
Punctuality is a mark of consideration.

Jake entered in a streak, smashing the door open and tossing a notebook
onto his desk. He was business casual all the way, from the climbing
shoes to the khakis to the dress shirt, but an infectious, disarming
grin on his face and the fluorescents dancing in his eyes.

"Sorry about that," he said, picked up a thick sheaf of printout, a
pen, and sat across from Kate. He was her age, probably a year older
but not thirty even, barely taller than she was, maybe five-ten, if
that, obviously German, wiry hair, grey eyes, square-headed with a
strong chin, and that wide smile. "I'm Jake." He offered a massive hand
to her. Kate decided not to try and play the power-grip game. They
shook.

Jake sighed. "So I've been double-booked to make this interview, but
I'm glad you're here. I'll make this quick, and painful, and you can
get out of here and on your way as soon as possible so you can get
better offers waiting in line at Starbucks."

Kate laughed.

"That's a good sign," Jake said. "I get worried if I get the nervous
giggle. I'm going to ask you a series of questions. These are open-
ended questions, so remember, there are no wrong answers--"

Kate smiled. "I'll bet there are."

"-- you're right, there are, of course." Jake leaned towards Kate,
ready to confide something. Kate came forward. "I interviewed this guy
yesterday, I asked him how he got along with his last boss, he called
her a stupid cunt. Seriously, right there in the interview."

"What'd you do?"

"I tossed him out of the building," Jake said, sitting back again. "You
don't say shit like that in front of me. In an interview? Shit." He
waved a hand. "Anyway, not important."

"Wow."

Jake nodded. "Yup. So yes, you're correct, there are wrong answers. But
it's tough. So tell me a little about yourself-- What do you do?
Where'd you go to school?"

Katie took a second. "I went to school at the University of Oregon, got
a degree in political science--"

"Yeah? What'd you write your thesis on?"

Katie blinked. "The open secret of nuclear weapons in the Mideast."

Jake smiled. "That's awesome. I did some research on that while I was
in school, wrote a paper on Israel's nuke program in the 50s and 60s.
Good stuff. You pro-or-con Israeli?"

"Way pro," she said.

"Me too. Good deal. Go on."

"Were you a poli-sci student?"

"History."

Katie considered this. "I went back to get an MIS degree, and now here
I am. How'd you get into your position so fast?"

"I worked QA out of college, crawled my way up," Jake said. "What do
you do for fun?"

"For fun? I play softball, watch movies, you know."

"What's your favorite movie?"

"Rear Window," Kate said.

Jake leaned his chair back, set his feet up on the desk.

"Ooooh, good movie."

Katie looked around the office as if checking for other people.

"I want to tell you something," she said. Jake took his feet down and
leaned into the table. "I'm probably not going to take this job. The
salary range is low, and I want to work downtown, not out here in the
boonies. I already have two offers I'm considering. I only showed up
because I'd promised the nice HR person who called me back first."

Jake shrugged. "Thanks for letting me know."

"I mean seriously, do you guys have any idea what a good MIS degree is
worth in this market?"

"I totally understand, and I agree with you. I'm only half-joking about
getting better offers on the street with your degree."

"Do you want to stop the interview?"

"No," Jake said. "I'd just have to get back to work."

Kate laughed. Jake smiled.

They bantered for half-an-hour more, Jake occasionally going back to
his sheet to come up with sarcastic questions for Kate to answer
sarcastically, and they'd both bust up laughing.

"I hate to cut this short," Jake said at last, "but I've got a code
review to attend." He stood up, straightened his dress shirt, and
extended a hand. Kate stood up. "It's been a real pleasure. I've really
enjoyed talking to you, I appreciate your honesty, and I hope you'll
keep us in mind if the rest of your job offers all fall through. All at
once."

Katie took Jake's hand and shook once, twice... three times. They
stopped shaking, but didn't let go. Jake regarded her with a level,
guarded expression on her face.

"So let me ask you a question," Kate asked.

"Shoot."

"Are you married or anything?"

"No," Jake said.

"Huh," Kate said. "You want to go out some time, get a beer?"

"Sure," Jake said.

Kate laughed, sagging, her hand still in Jake's. "What a relief. I was
nervous about asking," she gushed.

"It's okay, I was thinking the same thing."

"I've never had any fun in an interview before, and it's just since I
moved out here I haven't met anyone, really, and in our tradition, you
know, you and me, of honesty...  I have this itch I cannot scratch, and
the sooner the better, you know? Not that I'm saying I will--"

Jake laughed. He ran his thumb across the top of Kate's index finger as
he smiled.

"Well, then, why not now?" he said, his voice cracking on 'now'. Jake
blushed furiously, Kate laughed at him, and he only blushed harder. He
dropped her hand. "I swear, you go years without it, and just when you
need to sound serious and mature..." he shook his head. "Look at me,
I'm in no condition to go to a walkthrough."

"Ah, you're cute," Kate said, and leaned over to kiss him, quickly, a
pressure and drawing, and she stood back. Jake blinked.

"Can you do that again?" he asked.

"Sure," she replied, and kissed him again, just the same.

"Wow," Jake said. "How much were you looking for?"

Kate grinned. Jake stepped into her, their chests almost touching, and
reached across to twist the blinds on the window shut. He dropped the
rod and smiled at Kate, just before him.

"You could have walked around," she said. He leaned in to kiss her, for
a long moment.

"Not really the point," he said. Jake ran his hands around her waist as
they kissed again.

"What about the door?"

"Locks closed," Jake said. "What if they hear us?"

"I'll be very quiet," Kate said. "Or I'll try. What about your
meeting?" Jake ran his hands up Kate's blouse to cup her breasts. Kate
sighed into his kiss and reached down to undo his belt.

"I don't really care," Jake said. Kate got the belt undone, fumbling to
pull it away.

"You do have time," she managed between kisses. "Unless you're known
for your endurance."

Jake grinned, and Kate kissed his smile. "I am," he said. He began to
unbutton her blouse. Jake's pants came down.

"Hand me my bag," Kate said. Jake leaned over to pick up Kate's handbag
and came back up to see she'd gotten her shirt off and was standing
there, her lacy interview bra the only thing on from the waist, the
trace of nipples just visible through the fabric, her hand out, palm
up.

Jake gave her the bag.

"Hang on a second," Kate said. She started to dig into the bag.

Jake got his shoes off and then carefully set his pants across the back
of one of the chairs. He was wearing white boxer briefs, and his
erection was baldly obvious, the waistband tight around the outline of
his needy head trying to get out for a look around.

Kate set the bag down, and had a condom in hand. "Now this isn't
lubricated," she said, "but you're going to find that's not going to be
a problem." Jake's shorts twitched at the implication made it from ear
to brain to groin.

"Here," Jake said, pulling the line of his shorts down to his thighs.
His dick seemed to come alive, springing into the air happily, quickly
coming fully hard, curved against his belly, beating with his pulse.

"Thanks." Kate gently ran her fingertips along the taunt underside of
his shaft, watching Jake's head start to flush with blood. She reached
back to unhook her bra and let it fall along her downturned arms onto
the table, revealing her sweet, normal, perfect breasts, with their
crimson bottlecap circles around outstanding nipples, rough in the air-
conditioned cold.

She made to put on the condom and stopped. "Did you want to..."

"Oh, no," Jake said. "Please, be my guest."

Kate rolled the rubber down slowly with both hands, gently massaging it
down until Jake was clad.

"I wish I'd worn my skirt," Kate said, as Jake helped her out of shoes
and the pants. "Certainly make this quicker."

Jake looked at her curvy waist, the helix of her legs, the thin hatch
of blonde pubic hair, and blinked. "You have a skirt that goes with
that?" He shuddered, the image made the trip down the spine, and the
condom wiggled against Kate's thigh. "Goddamn, that must be a killer."

"It is," Kate said, grinning. "Now, I've never done this, so... "

"Neither have I," Jake said. "But we're both smart. We'll figure this
out."

Kate turned and leaned up on the desk, hands on the edge. Jake could
just see the her mons, the lips, peeking out between her thighs. "How's
that?" Kate asked, looking back to see Jake line up his approach.

Jake pressed at her entrance and entered without intent, so slick was
Kate. He gasped in surprise and she pushed back on him, angling her
hips to get a better feel, and Jake pulled back and then moved all the
way back in, and neither of them gasped or cried out. Jake put a hand
on Kate's shoulder, Kate took a hand off the desk to take his hand and
squeeze as they moved together. Jake pulled out and rubbed the head
along Kate's damp entrance, keeping back as she pushed for it.

The phone rang. "Don't make me answer that and ask them," Kate said.
The phone rang on, and stopped.

Jake obliged, pushed in, and they moved faster, the sweat starting to
slick along the lines of backs and chests, until Jake slowed again and
pulled Kate back.

"Lay down on the desk," Jake asked, and Kate moved to sit on the edge
of the desk. Jake approached, smiling, and it worked with only a little
bending, Jake's waist just over the desk, Kate's legs out. They started
again, this time with Kate's hot, exposed clit rubbing on the motion,
and Kate started to really breath hard, her chest flush, and Jake
cradled her with both hands. He went to long, slow strokes, almost out
and then all the way in, and it was working for both of them: Kate was
starting to buck on the desk, and Jake was frowning with restraint.

Kate came forward, gasping, her teeth clenched against sound, and as
she went to wrap her arms around Jake he put both hands under her ass
and lifted her up, still inside her, another movement in his controlled
stroke. She put her arms around his neck and tied her legs around his
waist.

"Yes," she whispered. "I was just going to suggest this." Her thatch
was scratchy against his own, and she rubbed herself against the turn
between penis and pubic bone. Jake started to rock her weight quickly,
and soon they were choking back their moans, Kate by biting Jake's
neck, and he took deep slick strokes in her, quicker and quicker,
sweating hard as he held Kate up, and finally he sighed and felt the
release come, long, deep jerks surrounded by her warmth, and Jake
concentrated on not dropping her. Kate felt him coming and furiously
ground herself against him, gasping, pausing as the shudders overcame
her and then quickly going back at it, until she had stopped moving and
Jake let her down.

"Holy crap, Jake," Kate said, breathless. "A man who knows how to make
love with a condom on. Do you have any idea what you're worth in this
market?"

"No," Jake said.

They looked at each other, standing close, breathing hard, and no one
knocked on the door, and there were no gaps in the shade. The office
smelled of their arousal and sweat.

"This is awkward," Jake said. He looked down at his erection, still
wrapped.

"Oh, hang on," Kate said, and took care to unwrap it carefully. It
swung in her fingers, pendulum-like, when it came off. "That's
impressive. You needed that as much as I did, huh?" She wrapped it in a 
tissue and dropped it in the trash.

Jake blinked. "Yes," he said. "We should get our clothes on and get you
out of here." Kate went for her clothes, Jake dialed his right-hand
man.

"I need you to go grab me Thai takeout. And microwave me some popcorn.
Drop it off in my office."

"Is it raining out?" Kate asked.

"And is it raining out?" Jake asked. He nodded emphatically to Kate.
"Thanks, man," he said. Kate was dressed, if out-of-sorts.

"You have an umbrella to loan me?" Kate asked.

"Borrow my jacket," Jake said, hopping around as he pulled his wrinkled
khakis back on. He looped the belt.

Kate pulled it down from the rack, waited for Jake to get a shirt on,
and they walked out together through a side door and stood in the
awning, looking at the rain dash on a lot of well-maintained cars.

"You're hired," Jake said. "I'm raising the pay scale. I'll move the
company downtown."

"No," Kate said. She smiled. "Couple of quick questions, Jake, and
these have wrong answers. A manager's sleeping with one of his
developers. Now you must have taken management training classes. What's
that?"

"Sexual harassment," Jake said. "Other employees may see an
expectation, or feel uncomfortable. I knew that."

"And what if a manager's sleeping with a developer who works at a
different company?"

Jake laughed. "Good clean fun." Jake nodded and smiled. "You've got my
card. I look forward to hearing from you."

"As well you should," Kate said, and she walked into the rain, the
tails of the black long coat flapping behind her in the wind, cutting
through the storm, glowing.



-- Jacobin, 6/2000

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