"Resume"
Story codes: MF nc
by Orestes
orestes007@hotmail.com
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You can tell a lot about someone by the blanks she
leaves on a job application. The little gaps in her job
history speaks volumes. A question left unanswered is
like a of past wrongs. People expect me, as
Human Resources manager, to read what's in a resume,
but I've always felt that it's what's NOT in a resume
that tells me something about a person.
Sarah Courtnall would be in my office in a few
minutes, applying for a position with the company. What
position ? Well, there's the first blank on the
application form. Her resume shows an education in
accounting, and several years of experience in the
field, but she didn't fill it in on the application.
Maybe she needs a job so badly that she's willing to
accept a position in data entry, or in secretarial.
Her next blank was left in job history. A four year
blank, in fact. My mind filled with various scenarios.
Usually there would be an explanation. Going back to
school, raising a family, whatever. Usually, the
applicant would explain this in her cover letter, which
in this case was notably absent.
Finally, a real no-no. She had left blank the
question about whether she'd been convicted of a
criminal offence. I puzzled over this one. If she had
been convicted, it's surely something she'd either put
down on the application, or lie about, but not leave
blank. If she hadn't been convicted of a crime, she'd
surely put down "no". Was it a case pending ? Was she
hoping that I wouldn't ask ?
There were a whole host of omissions in this
application. Personal references, contact numbers at
her previous employer (as if that would stop me from
calling), even an emergency contact, in case of illness
or accident.
Of course, what's in a resume can say a lot too. Her
address was in a very bad part of the city. A slum,
really. Her age, 32 years (pretty to be down
and out). There was an certificate proclaiming her
to the honour roll at her college, and an reference
letter from her first employer, praising her as
"promising".
With the job market so slim, I knew that our
advertisement would bring people out from the woodwork.
We were one of the few local companies, based on our
strengths overseas, that was hiring right now. This put
me in a position of power, which of course, I would
never consider abusing if I though the applicant had
any real potential of advancing in the company (an
exercise in self interest, I assure you). This girl,
well, I'd have to see.
I buzzed the intercom, and asked Madeline to send in
the next applicant. I stepped up to the door to open in
a crack. I could hear Madeline down the hallway.
" Mr. Kowalski will see you now, miss."
This sound, followed by the hurried clicking of
Sarah's step towards my door. I returned to my desk,
and watched her enter the room.
The woman had dressed well for the occasion. She
wore a co-ordinated blue blazer and skirt, nice blouse,
and carried an attaché case under her arm. The clothes
were a bit out of style, perhaps a leftover from when
she was the head of the A/R department of her previous
employer some years back, I speculated.
But, god, was she nervous. I stood to shake her
hand, and she almost tripped over herself in her
approach to the desk. She was a skinny thing, maybe a
little too skinny for my tastes, with a bra size to
match. Her face was fairly nice with striking green
eyes, but a few stress lines showed through the make-up
surrounding them. She must have been a really
attractive before the drugs took over.
That's what I decided had happened. The gap in her
job history, the ambiguity about a criminal conviction,
her address in a heroin infested neighbourhood, her
"almost-too-thin" appearance, they all pointed to a
recent drug addiction. Was this a part of her attempt
to kick the habit ?
" Good morning, " I said, " Please have a seat. "
" Good morning, " she replied. I think she must have
caught on to the way that I was eyeing her. She seemed
yet more self-conscious as she took a seat across from
me. I know I was leering, but she still had legs she
could be proud of.
I pulled out her application, and turned over to the
page where I'd find what I wanted.
" There's no answer here, " I started " about
criminal convictions. Are there any ?"
I sure knew how to start things off on the right
foot. I could almost feel her heart sink as I asked the
question. How quickly she dropped her attempted self-
confidence was a thing to behold.
" I...uh... wasn't sure how to answer, " she
stuttered. " I mean, I ... um ... entered a court
ordered program to treat my problem. "
" That counts as a conviction, " I offered. " You
should answer 'yes' to that question on applications."
A short pause, as the tears welled up in the corners
of her eyes.
" What's your addiction to ?" I pressed further.
" It was heroin, but I swear, I'm off of it. I've
been clean for six months now. "
" I see, and that's why you've been out of work for
some time. "
"Yes."
She was trying so hard, I almost felt sorry for her,
but I was getting that predatory feeling instead. I
could have this woman.
" I'll tell you what, if you're really off the
drugs, I can do something for you, " I said.
" Really, " her eyes lit up.
" If, " I continued, " you'll do some naughty things
for me. "
She didn't know what to say, and it showed. Her
mouth hung slightly open in an anxiety inspired pause.
" Just say, 'Anything you want' and we'll get
started," I coached.
Her mouth was slow to react, but did nonetheless.
" Anything you want, " she said, and it was music to
my ears.
Just to seal the agreement, I pulled out the 'New
Hire' form from my desk. She watched as I filled out
her particulars, and checked off 'accounting' under
'Department'. At the bottom of the page, I signed my
name, and dated the form. When done, I placed the "New
Hire" form face-up on my desk.
" It's right here, " I said. " All you have to do is
bring this form to the personnel office across the
hall, and they'll finish the process."
She wanted this badly. You can always tell when an
addict wants something badly.
" But first, let's see that body of yours."
She stood, still self-conscious. She began to
unbutton her blazer.
" That's not sexy enough, " I interrupted. " I want
a strip tease."
She looked downwards, and began to do a little strip
tease for me. Not bad really, not enthusiastic, but not
bad. I think it really bothered her to be doing it in
her nice outfit. I was loving it. I loved getting that
good first glimpse of her bra, that first look up her
skirt to see her little cotton panties. By the time she
got to taking her bra off, and stepping lewdly out of
her panties, I was hard as a rock.
I pulled open another desk drawer, and removed a
tube of lubricant.
"Lube up your ass, " I demanded. " Bend over the
desk, and lube it up good for me. "
She looked at me pleadingly.
" Not in the ass, " she begged.
I just held out the tube for her, and allowed
desperation to make her decision. God what a nice view.
I told you she still had great legs, and her ass was
wonderful. It was pure pleasure to see her bent at the
hips over the edge of my desk, with her middle finger
pushing lubricant up her ass for me.
" Keep working it in there, " I said. " I need to
get ready too."
From where I was, I was in good position to reach
her face. I unzipped myself, and pulled out my cock.
Now, I'm not going to say I've got an eleven inch dick.
In fact, I'd say it would be just slightly above
average, and I'm a fairly big guy anyhow. It is,
however, good and thick. I stood and slapped it against
her lips in an unspoken command. She took it.
"Mmmng, that's a good little cock sucker. Get it
ready so I can fuck your ass. "
She was pretty good at this. I wondered if she had
turned a trick or two to support her habit. I watched
as she continued to work her fingers in and out of her
tight little ass with the lubricant. Obedient too, I
liked this girl.
I pushed my cock further into her mouth, until she
began to gag.
" Keep on sucking, " I warned her. She did.
When I'd had my fill, I pulled out and remained with
my cock positioned in her face for a while.
" Lick my balls."
She worked my balls gently in her mouth, all the
while lubricating her ass. I was getting a bit
overheated, and stopped her short.
I retrieved a condom from my desk drawer. There was
no way I was going to risk getting a disease from some
junky. I began to walk around the desk, and Sarah
froze, know what was coming next.
I pulled her hand away from her ass, and slipped a
finger of my own in. She was nice and tight. This was
going to be good.
Anticipation is a wonderful thing. I put on my
condom and placed my cock at her rear entrance, and
then paused to savour the moment. Was that muffled
sobbing I heard from Sarah. So much the better.
Slowly at first, I pushed my cock into her ass.
She'd done a good job of lubricating, but there's just
no preparing for the real thing. I hear her gasp as the
head went all the way in. I pushed harder now, enjoying
the pressure of her tight little hole.
" Take it, you junky whore, " I said with venom as I
pushed all the way in. She began crying again. " Fuck,
yeah, "I continued " Are you used to getting fucked for
money ?"
I couldn't believe that I was getting close to
cumming after just the first stroke. I tried hard to
hold off. As a distraction, I took the time to lean
forward and reach under Sarah to grab hold of one of
her little tits.
When I began to move my cock in and out again, I
knew I wouldn't last long, so I decided to give it to
her hard right away. I grabbed hold of Sarah's nipple
with my right hand, and gave it a nasty little pinch
before really going to work on her ass. I gave her
probably a dozen violent thrusts before feeling my
balls explode.
" I'm cumming in your ass, you dirty drugged-out
whore. "
With that, I filled the condom, and collapsed on
Sarah's back, breathing heavily. She lay there, sobbing
quietly.
When I pulled out, went back to Sarah's front side,
and pulled off my condom.
" Here's a little something for you, " I said, as I
discarded the used condom onto the side of her face.
She just lay there, silently sobbing, with the
leaking down her cheek.
" I'll leave you alone now, to clean up before you
go to the personnel office. Don't be too long. There
are some tissues in this drawer, " tapping on the top
drawer of my file cabinet.
With that, I locked the rest of my drawers, and went
out for lunch.
I wondered how long it would take Sarah to compose
herself. I sure hoped that the tissues would help. I
kept them in the top drawer along with most of the
things I'd confiscated from dismissed employees. Well,
things like drugs, if you must know. Why, there must
have been a week's supply of heroin in that drawer.
Speaking of which, it's a good thing Sarah had quit
the habit, as I happen to know that the personnel
office conducts mandatory drug testing on every new
hire.
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