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Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2001 10:10:05 -0500
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The Applicant
Jacobin
jacobin2k@hotmail.com

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. For more of my stuff, 
check out my ASSTR site at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/jacobin/www/

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to respect the reader.

--

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?"

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.



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