Girl, it’s D-day! The final interview. You have to snag this job at any cost! Ragini muttered to herself, adjusting her skirt that ran a little shorter than appropriate office wear. If this was high-school, she definitely would have gotten dress coded.
It was her gazillionth interview this month. Rejection after rejection after rejection definitely took a toll on her. Just last week, her father threatened to cut off her allowance and drive her back to their ancestral home in the countryside, personally. To that dull and drab small-town life that she was oh so over with!
Desperation breeds ingenuity. And so she decided to give her insane best friend’s idea a try. Slay ’em girl! She said. You’ve got nothing to lose, and all those drama awards on the shelf ain’t helping you otherwise! She said.
As reluctant as she was, Ragini knew that the performance arts was always something she had bragging rights to. Once she assumed a persona, she would own it and ace it convincingly. So this was not the time to ruminate on her life issues but rather get into her character for the day.
Today, she wasn’t going to be her regular self at the interview. Today, she was Ragini, who was chanelling her inner siren. Well, she certainly was dressed to impress. More like, dressed to kill!
‘Ms. Gadodia.. Ms. Gadodia’, the clerk called out, cutting short her mental ramblings.
She sucked in a quick breath, fluidly rose, and sashayed towards the office, he pointed to her.
Ragini’s extremely short black skirt covered less than it should have, and the first two buttons of her crisp white shirt were sinfully undone. A blazer hung loosely over her bony shoulders, teasing her silhouette.
L. Maheshwari, Managing Director, she read from the plaque on the door.
‘Good morning, sir!‘, she said in her most seductive tone as she entered after a gentle knock.
A man in his late twenties looked up from his computer screen as though he was at the end of his patience. But his eyes just about ‘popped out of their sockets’ at her revealing outfit.
Bingo! Her bestie had prettied Ragini up with an intent to charm the pants off some old perv twice her age. But this was a completely different scenario.
Not completely different, to be honest. All of the usual symptoms were there.
Drool. Check.
Shortness of breath. Check.
Roving eyes. Check.
The universe answered her prayers! At least he wasn’t someone’s grandpa. Now, all that’s left is to actually bag the job, Ragini thought to herself. Get to work, baby girl.
Lakshya was rendered speechless and gawked at her sensual figure. Beads of sweat formed on his brow, and Ragini bent forward, putting her ample cleavage on display to dramatically take a tissue and dab his forehead.
‘T..take your seat, Ms. ..’, he stammered, slightly taken aback.
‘Ragini..’, she whispered huskily in reply, sitting opposite him and propping her face on her interlocked fingers. Her eyes held a glint of satisfaction and mischief. Ragini felt a surge of confidence ride over her at his evident unease.
‘Ye..Yes Ms. Ragini. Wh..why do you think you should g..get this job as my assistant?’ he asked, trying to collect his thoughts as to what they were supposed to be doing. Lucky, you are the boss here! Act like it! He desperately thought.
‘Sir.. I should get this job because I can give you whatever you want‘, she said with a dramatic pause as Lakshya looked at her in alarm, ‘before you even ask!‘, she completed flashing him bedroom eyes and tapping a red fingernail against her lips.
L: ‘Wh..what do you mean, Ms…’
R: ‘Sir.. I meant that I’m not just good with presentations and meetings but I can take care of all your needs, even those that you do not verbalize…‘, she droned.
Lakshya gulped hard, he knew that he had to keep a clear head above his shoulders and focus on the interview. So he changed tactics and clicked a tab on the screen to show the MS Excel workbook he was working on before she entered. He pointed it to her and asked, ‘C.. could you add only the values that have been filtered for the third quarter?’
Ragini gave him a sultry smile strutting over to him, as though she could only reach the computer from his side of the table. She faced his computer and bent to grab the mouse, her curvy bottom directed towards him.
Oh! How Lakshya wanted to grab a handful of that behind!
Ragini was typing away the formula at ease while he was in great torment at the close proximity of her tush.
Lakshya squirmed in his seat and closed his eyes, trying to get his breath in control. Unknowingly, his face was closer to her assets than he realized, and as Ragini took a step back after completing the task, she found her badonk in contact with his face.
Lakshya felt as if he had died and gone to heaven! Ah! He thought about how much he would like it if she actually sat on his face. Lucky, since when do you have a face-sitting fetish? He wondered to himself. It wasn’t like him to feel submissive, but with Ragini, he just couldn’t help himself.
‘Oops.. I’m so sorry sir’, she said playfully. ‘I thought that’s what you wanted‘, she worried her lower lip between her teeth.
Lakshya looked at her in shock, but then she gestured towards the computer screen where all the filtered columns were added, in addition to the one he had asked about.
‘G.. good! You’re quite skilled’, he said, trying to recover from the electrifying physical contact that he had just had. Ragini pushed away his files and sat on his desk demurely.
Her long legs drove him crazy and he tried to look away. Ragini saw him clench his jaw as she uncrossed her legs, and she suppressed a smile.
Lakshya stared at the computer screen, trying to concentrate back on her resume, ‘So you have no experience.. I mean work.. work experience, right?’, he managed to stutter again.
Ragini shrugged off her blazer and slung it on his monitor, ‘we could change that if you give me a chance, sir!‘, she teased, running her finger over his earlobe, directing his blood flow elsewhere.
Lakshya felt the hardness in his groin grow fast at her touch and tried to cover it with his hand unsuccessfully, only drawing more attention to it in the process.
‘P..please have a seat, Ms. R..Ragini’, he muttered weakly as he couldn’t handle her closeness any longer and mentally directed her to resume her designated seat.
‘My pleasure, sir..‘, she smiled and plopped on to his lap side saddle, placing her hands on his shoulders, acting as though he had asked her to give him a lap dance.
Lakshya gasped as he felt his member grow and couldn’t believe that the siren was on his lap, flirting so blatantly with him. His rod twitched at the thought.
‘Sir..’, she cooed, getting him to look at her, but he couldn’t meet her eyes for longer than a second, ‘don’t you agree that I can read your mind?‘
Lakshya was in a fix, saying yes would prove that he approved the liberties that she was taking on his weak resolve, and saying no would mean that he would have to reject her advances. Which he so “couldn’t allow himself to!”
Oh, he had it bad for her!
He was scared to initiate contact as he didn’t want it to get out of hand. People would immediately conclude that the son of billionaire DP was trying to take advantage of an interviewee, if they ever got to know what transpired between him and the goddess. He knew he had to exercise full control of his impulses however delicious she looked!
Ragini seemed to understand his dilemma and was not shy to tip him off balance from the verge of lust. She, very innocently, flipped her hair aside gently to reveal her swan-like neck. If Lakshya was drunk in her beauty and body, earlier. Now, he was positively frothing at the mouth over her smooth and perfect skin. Her heady scent was driving him insane.
Ragini just mouthed him a kiss when there was a knock on the door. She slid off him and grabbed her coat, sinking gracefully into her seat opposite Lakshya.
It was the clerk who had come to request for the next interviewee. The clerk looked at Lakshya in concern as he was perspiring like a marathoner. Ragini was looking at him doe-eyed as though they were merely done with an innocent interview.
Clerk: Sir, if you’re done, shall I call in the next candidate?
L: N..no there’s no need. I think we can finalize Ms. Ragini for the post.
Ragini in surprise: Oh really, sir? I know that I don’t have any experience..
L: That’s definitely not a problem. I want to provide more opportunities in our company for fresh grads because it could get difficult for them to find jobs right out of university.
Clerk with a wink: Sometimes, experienced translates to boring, ma’am! Congratulations!
Lakshya gulped at his words, but Ragini lowered her eyes demurely with a soft thanks and tucked a runaway strand of hair behind her ear.
R: So sir, when do I start with you?
Lakshya coughed at her question and the clerk looked at him in confusion.
L: Y..You can collect your offer letter and contract from the reception.
R: Thank you so much for your consideration, sir.
Lakshya almost purred in happiness when Ragini held out a delicate hand for him to shake. Did he also have a fetish for beautiful fingers, now? Lakshya was confused, as all he wanted was to draw her manicured fingers into his mouth, one by one, till he felt them in his throat.
Ragini noticed that he held on a little longer and squeezed his hand to bring him back to earth. The clerk held open the door for Ragini, and she was oh-so-aware of Lakshya’s eyes following her like a parched man who had just discovered water.
Lakshya let out a long breath, one he didn’t know he was holding in, once the door shut behind them. He ran a frustrated hand through his hair, totally at a loss for how he would face DP after appointing an assistant without consulting with his control freak dad!
Lakshya was doomed, to be honest, from the moment he heard her voice. Ragini’s mere thought brought him back to the more pressing issue he had at hand before he wet himself, as he smoothed his very conspicuous bulge.
***A/N: Alright, you guys! Shoot! How did you find the story? I had planned this to be a one-shot. So, do you guys want another chapter or another story?? Leave your recs and prompts for me! Support me over on Wattpad as well!
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DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction, not a “how to get a job – tutorial.” I do not condone objectification of any gender – male or female.
