Carnal Thoughts
Whilst waiting to be collected, the one thing that I remember clearly is my lack of nerves. The lack of nerves was owing to the fact that it was a role I didn’t want. I was interviewing for experience (and by the end of the recruitment season, I’ve had so many interviews I should win awaards for my bullshit and bullshitting techniques).
Anyway, my interviewer arrived. She was stunning. I remember thinking she looked like a cute little friend of mine I was hoping to have intercourse with during the summer.
I couldn’t concentrate on what was being said. I was caressing her figure with my eyes. She looked good and she knew I knew it. I was practicaly salivating on her. If given the chance I definately would have.
After ploughing through some standard responses, in what must have been a lackluster tone, I asked her a question which would involve her talking for some length.
This gave me more time to mentally undress her and satisfy her in ways she thought impossible.
By this point, my mind was made up. If I was successful during the recruitment, I would accept the job, work my magic and turn her into a nymphomaniac.
The interview ended and I was forced to return the wonders of the underground with large men in small suits.
The following week, this gem was waiting for me in my inbox:
“
Dear Future Whore,
Thank you very much for taking the time to visit us for the first stage of our selection process.
I regret to inform you that you have not been selected for the next stage of the recruitment
process.
…
Kind regards
HR Pimp
“
AARRGGGHH
