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 confession 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.
Heather 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 young 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 offense. 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 old (pretty young to be down and out). There was an old certificate proclaiming her to the honor roll at her college, and an old 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. Kosztanza will see you now, miss.”
This sound, followed by the hurried clicking of Heather’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 coordinated blue blazer and skirt, nice blouse, and carried an attache 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 girl 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 neighborhood, 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.”
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 too… 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 Heather froze, knowing 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 savor the moment. Was that muffled sobbing I heard from Heather. 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 Heather 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 Heather’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 Heather’s back, breathing heavily. She lay there, sobbing quietly.
When I pulled out, went back to Heather’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 cum 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 Heather 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 Heather had quit the habit, as I happen to know that the personnel office conducts mandatory drug testing on every new hire.