Feeling her heartbeat climb, Allison wasn’t sure if that Faith was doing was intentional or by accident. It didn't make her feel very comfortable but she had to get through this interview, she needed the money or she'd be evicted from her apartment. "I am expecting to work with a lot of creative minds on the advertising and public relations of your products. I hope to find the same satisfaction in my job as I do in all other aspects of my life." The legs under the table moved again and this time there could be no mistaking the slightly swollen lips that hid in the shadows of Faith’s skirt. Allison swallowed as she tried to continue her train of thought. "The message your company sends to the world is the same message I feel I want to send out."
Nodding at the answers Faith took some more notes before placing the notepad on the desk. "How badly do you feel you need this job?" It was a very straight forward question and she expected a fairly obvious answer. "Is it a life or death situation or just something you just applied to see how far you'd get?"
Allison frowned a bit at that, "I'm in great need of a job, ever since I graduated my dad stopped supporting me saying I need to earn my own keep now." She shook her head a bit, "It’s not life or death but definitely a bit on the desperate pleading on my knees side."
"Would you, say, show your breasts to get this job?" Faith leaned back now and smiled at the woman, "Hypothetically."
Blinking rapidly, wondering if this was some kind of a joke Allison couldn’t think of a good response. "I'm not sure… are you making a joke?"
Shaking her head and keeping a straight face, "No I'm not, I'm trying to find out how far you'd go. So would you expose your breasts to land this job?"
"I…" Allison thought it over a minute, the financial situation she was in, her father not being able to say 'I told you so' and then she made a gut decision, "Yes, I would."
"And how about your ass? Or better yet, your vagina?" Faith continued, her heart now racing, if Allison knew who she was she would probably sue her or kill her, or both.
Allison stood up from the chair, "I'm sorry, I don’t think I can take you seriously."
"What is your starting salary at other companies? 2000, 2500? Here you make 3500 a month, not counting bonuses." Faith leaned forward, "I am dead serious, miss Kinsell, would you strip down naked to get this job, yes or no?" |