JEFF

It's been said in decades that hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, at least that is the only logical explanation to the intense heat Jeffery is feeling even under the air conditioner at Horizon Tech LTD. So much for working under a feminist. At least to arguable extent, hell on earth isn't just a myth after all.
He'd gotten the mouth watering monthly salary job regardless of his gender for reason which is unclear to him. Could it be because of their accidental sex in the company's restroom? Or the great Van De Sanden is into him? Not sure of what secured the bag for him in a company where only females are employed as staffs. Whichever reason it might be, he's ready to give his all to his new job–the only way out of his financial misery. Neither Kendra's love peddling behaviour or his affection for his shrewd boss would be a distraction.


SANDY

She'd breached her own rules by giving out employment to an opposite gender. Never would she have done that if not for Mr Robert's decision to make her have a male staff around. Maybe that could change her resentment for Men.

She'd vowed not to have a thing with Sons Of Adam again after her relationship tragedy which led to the demise of his father until Jeff came barging into the toilet. It happened, her first time in over two years of celibacy. And she regretted it alot.
Robert chose to send him of all people a message of appointment. Now she'll have to struggle between being the boss and a woman with burning desire for her own secretary.
CHAPTER ONE
The heat Jeffrey Stones felt when the interviewer came to call the first applicant could simmer a stew. To his suprise, the interviewer turned out to be a man, the first he had seen in the company except his fellow applicants.
And the first applicant? He was in trousers, a resented gender just like him. It was no big deal when he was done in no time, seems like its going to be simple and short for males.
He should just be done with it and go home to his soulmate as he often refer to his PlayStation. at least a man has a right to his own happinesses. Luckily, it's going to be a day off for him because he'd feigned a migraine to seek the day off from his current workplace just to attend the interview.

Soon enough, he noticed is assumptions were wrong. The interview was brief for all applicants and things were moving faster than he'd imagined. Surprised but not disappointing after all, he said to himself. His pulse raced as it got closer to his turn. Five applicants gone already, four more then he'll be in the much dreaded seat. Maybe all they were asked to do is to submit their CV's. If that's their consideration, he'll surely fail the interview.
He couldn't calm his nerves anymore when it required only two job seekers to be his turn. He found it hard to decode why he felt so tensed up as if it's a do or die affair and the migraine he'd faked seem close to reality.

A sudden tingle on his groin made him realized he's pressed and needed to take a loo else he wish to wet his pants during the interview.

'Please where is the restroom?' He asked the petite brunette receptionist as he held his crotch with his folder at his armpit. Nature has never had a better timing.

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Jeffrey Stones is a graduate of Texas Tech University with relatively fair grade who got employed at a tech company which pays low wages. He'd maintained bachelorhood because of his low budget lifestyle, whereas he will be thirty in a month.

'Poor man deserves an erection not marriage' This was his quote since mid twenties. He'd craved big boy lifestyle before tying the knot.Stucked to his belief till almost thirty, his life took a turn when he saw a magazine ad. It was all about a job vacancy for the post of a secretary at a giant telecom company in Seattle, which could pay more than his six months salary combined in just a month.He was quite aware there will be stiff competition for the post and his CV isn't impressive but he chose to apply for it because his daily bread needs more yeast.

Two weeks after, he got notification for the interview. He's going to be the fifteenth to be interviewed out of tons of applicants. His heart sank, only the gods can single him out of the numerous of which he's dead sure many boasts of working experience and good CV's more than him.

The interview was scheduled to be in a week, he'd shopped for a new tux and bought manuscripts of 'Hows' on interviews. To his own bemusement, he used Google search on 'How to secure a high paying job if you have low grades' and Google seem to be on a good terms with him as always. He made research on horizon tech, owned by one of the great investors in Europe, Giorgino Van Bastien.The dutch who passed away two years ago was suceeded by his only daughter who poised to be a feminist.

She'd monopolised the staff's gender when she took over. It's been rumored that most workers are females, even her own personal driver. The revelation disturbed Jeff, it will be easy for a camel to pass through needle's eyes for him to secure an employment.'But… why their interviews are always for both gender?' Maybe it's a strategy to rebuff the rumors on their gender biased system. That was the answer he could come up with. Whichever way it is,he'll have to attend the interview. $6000USD monthly salary job is worth giving a try.

Jeff, as reffered to in his college days had his own fair share of ladies, most to his sexual pleasures while just one at the detriment of his being.
He had sculpted a hard body over frequent trips to the gym in his college days coming out with broad chested and muscled arms. His curly pompadour fade hairstyle with a slant part drew the classy ladies he'd studied with back then. None of his features left him until almost thirty with
the exception of his hollowed cheeks, a sign of masculinity which gave way to stubborn jaw lines.
His parents had died in a ghastly car accident few months to his graduation and with their house being lost to mortgage, He had to grind for a living after he left college.

He'd woken up earlier than usual on the day of his interview which was scheduled to hold at 10:00am. After brief revisions on his manuscripts, he had his bath. Breakfast was served later, Tea and three slice of bread.

'No more jam' he winced.

Occasionally, he wouldn't brew a tea if there's jam for his bread but has to settle for it.

'Man shall not live by bread alone' he chuckled as he took a bite of the bread slice.

CHAPTER TWO

Dressed up in his well ironed tux at couple of minutes after 9:00am. He'd journeyed out to Horizon with faith. To his suprise, many applicants had managed to get there before him even when the stipulated time isn't reached yet. If they're going to judge by punctuality, he'll definitely fail.

The gender monopoly rumors are really true. A quick glance at the office cabinets confirmed it. His heart sank, the interview is a dead rubber for him and the hopeful male applicants present, just like him, they all definitely know about the company before they applied. They are all twenty five in number vying for a post, with a meagre number of five men.


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He dashed off quickly as the brunette lady pointed to the way which leads to the restroom mumbling 'thanks' on his way out. In a bid to meet up with time, jeff unbuckled his belt to free his member as he got to the lobby leading to many closets. He barged inside the first closet and got a shocker. There was a lady who seems to be an office worker in there, clothed up to her waist with a slong sleeve blouse. She had a thong on while holding a trouser on her chest in shock.
It was obvious she was trying to get dressed after using the toilet. His folder dropped, dumbstucked by his own intrusion.

He stared at the her in awe. To his utmost suprise, she was mute, unlike a screamer a normal lady would've been. They stilled in silence for several seconds. His stares caught her stealing glances at his shaft. With those flaming hazel eyes of his bore deep in her turquoise blue iris, her cheeks turned flushly red. Jeff could be his left ball he'd never seen a well shaped lips in years; full, pouted and sensual. Coated with pink lipstick to match the pant she was holding and her stilettos. The spinal length waterfall braids complimented her hourglass beauty. He inhaled sharply.

At that moment, he'd forgotten what brought him here, all what he could imagine is her full lips locked in his better still, wrapped on what she couldn't stop staring at, the real deal which made her jaw dropped. He was now hard, far from being pressed to pee. His legs carried him closer involuntarily, driving her heart beats faster. She gave up looking at him to drop her gaze on his turgid shaft and took in his sheer size.

What they want at the moment is crystal clear to both of them but seems either of the two were waiting for the first big move. He'll be a sissy if he allows the heat between them turn awkward. He tilted her head up to meet his gaze. It was soul rippling looking at his eyes which masked pure lust.
Her lips parted more wildly at his touch–so invitingly parted that he couldn't resist the urge to lock lips with her. He surged forward like a telemundo play act to claim her lips. He was few centimeters away when a resounding slap reset his thoughts. The shock to her action was visibly written on his face with his palm glued to his cheek.
She caught his member in her hand and started stroking gently leaving him in awe at her weird act. The slap would've deflated him if not for her grip.It took him seconds to know what she's in for. No lovey dovey foreplays, all she wants is hardcore quickie. He ran his hands sensually from her upper body to her pink thong, watching her intently. He dipped his hands in her panty to fiddle with her slick folds.

She dragged a long breath. He swirled his fingers on her moistness, watching her squirm, she threw her other hand around his neck for balance with her mouth widely agaped, panting heavily to the sweet sensation induced by his thick fingers. She couldn't stroke him anymore. She was lost, basking in euphoria of pleasure for the first time in years.He withdrew his hand to get rid of her panties, no time to waste. Her thong was left wounded an her ankle above the stilettos she'd wore. Swiftly, he spurned her around to face the tiled wall and in response to his move, she shot out her bum invitingly for him.

He was in balls deep in just seconds and picked race, not taking his time. She moaned softly, yet clearly to whoever might visit the restroom at that time. Jeff was well aware of what it might cost him if they were busted. He had to cover her with his hand and rammed her derrière with much vigour with his thrusts fierce and mean. He had will to explore, twist, grind and oscillate to savour her tight wet sheath but had limited time. The interview might be his turn at any moment.

All he wanted to do is deposit his jism in her as fast as he could. She bite her palm making him free her mouth. He held held her low waist and pummeled her aggressively. She panted heavily, trying hard not to scream. Their slams made the loudest noise as he increased his pace. His strokes turned blurry in desperation to unleash in due time. Sweat trickled from her mascara ladened face to the tiled floor. The intense strokes broke her pants to moans

'oooh... Oh gosh! gosh!...' The risk of being caught was a surprising turn on for him. He got much more energised, hitting her core depths.

He got a brain reset minutes later, what if this strange lady is a trap devil had set for him to make him lose the goodness he craves for? He'd had bread without jam this morning, leaving home with hope to Horizon only to end up having sex in the toilet! As sweet as she was, his problems outweighed the pleasure. He pulled her instantly and dashed off to exit the closet only to get hooked by the collar by his playmate. Her grip was surprisingly strong. She flunged him back fiercely and pushed him on the covered water cistern. It dawned on him that a daughter of Eve will ruin him once again

'You won' He grunted in defeat.

It seemed over for Jeff as he exit the restroom, leaving the stange woman in the closet to dress up. None has said a word after their tryst. He'd resigned to leaving the company when he saw the interviewer enter a room which seems to be the place for the interview. The next applicant, the one who had seated close to him at the office lobby followed behind politely. It's now or never. He dashed forward to beat him to the door and when he tried protesting, he gave him a jab in his stomach. He fell, reeling in pain

'I'm... I'm sorry' he apologized in haste and entered the interview room.

'Wait, you're not the next person. Are you?' The interviewer queried as he got inside

'Uhmm... No sir, I pleaded with the next applicant to get in'

'Where were you when it was your turn?' The interviewer probed again, raising an eyebrow

'Nature call sir, you know it's inevitable. I was at the restroom at that time' He replied, stunned by his own composure and how he came up with a great excuse without stuttering. He prayed silently that the man he'd outsmarted would have some courtesy.

'OK, you may sit'

The interview was supposed to be three on one from what he saw but only two interviewers sat across the table, both on either side of the vacant seat. He took a glance at the polished wooden name tags on the table at the front of each seat as he tendered his files. The man who has been interrogating him is M.Roberts, he was also the one calling the applicants. His stare caught the name tag at the middle.

'G.Van De Sanden' he read out loud and clear in his head.

The daughter of the great Van Bastien. What's more about her? The chronic sexist who hid under the guise of feminism. Thankfully she isn't on seat, maybe this people might consider picking a male – and what if they do? Is he worth it? Horizon is way above craps like him, that's a hard pill he wouldn't want to swallow. Come to think of it, if what.... His thoughts trailed off instantly. That pink coat! He got shocked. The piece of suit hung on the chair in the middle is a perfect match to the pant the lady at the closet held when he barged in on her. Clearly, there's no doubt in that. Could the lady be— God! Let it not be!

'You look lost Mister' Mr Robert quipped

'Oh, I'm sorry. Erm....'

'Boss lady is back!' The other interviewer said.

His neck stiffened, trying hard to keep his cool even though wanted to turn around and see the acclaimed boss lady who was clicking the tiled floor with her shoes. Her stilletos of course. It's Van De Sanden!. His doubts were confirmed as she walked past him to her seat. He felt the rush of heat within him.
Keep your cool man! Keep your cool! You could play mind games with her. His thoughts gave him a brotherly advice.

Their eyes met for the first time since she entered. Jeff wore a slight smirk in attempt to pull off his mind games but met a scornful look which turned his face blank in seconds. He averted her gaze when it occurred to him that she's isn't giving hers up.

'Here is his file'. Mr Robert handed over to her.

De Sanden had gone through his CV and she seems ready to ask him questions.

'Hello Mr' De Sanden greeted

'Hello Boss lady' he responded with a smile warm enough to conceal his fright. It isn't a do or die affair anyway.

'You sound informal, I won't take it to heart because your grades justifies your words'

A dagger would hurt less than her sarcasm. For few seconds, he was lost for words. His fingers were drumming on the chair's arm feverishly. No thanks to her intense gaze rippling him of his confidence. The fact that she wasn't intimidated a bit by what transpired between the them in the toilet just couple of minutes ago worried him more. He spoke when he thought he'd found the right reply

'Uhmm.. I was laid back a bit in college but I boast of a great working experience and... I've been—'

'Where did you work with this?" She taunted him, holding his CV to his face.

He got her digs. More like, which goddamned company would employ a dumbass like him. He was sweating in a room with air conditioner. This was the lady at his mercy several minutes ago – her hands were on the the wall with her thong folded at her ankle, sweating as he worked wonders from behind. Now it's his turn to make him feel the perspiration he'd driven out of her earlier.

'Ma'am, I know my CV isn't really impressive but diligence, enthusiasm and dedication are part of the quality I have to do a great job if I'm hired. Besides, I tend to instructions easily' He quoted one of the damage controls he'd read from the manuscripts he bought.

'Wow! Impressive. You must have read a lot for this interview. If only you studied with the same energy during your school days, who knows? I might hire you'

Her response hit him really hard. He never knew she could decipher that he was reciting a script. He should've known better though, a clueless lady couldn't handle a company this large, ensuring it's massive success after her father's demise. The interview should just be done, he'll take the memory of their tryst with him and for sure, it's going to linger for a very long time.

'Ermm... That's just... ' Her wicked, yet mesmerising gaze choked his words down his throat.

'You said you abide by instructions right?' He nodded in response.
She opened the desk's drawer for an A4 sized paper and handed it over to him.

'This is interview questions for you. You are to tick the right answer in three minutes and your time starts now'

He scanned through the questions. To his relief, it wasn't complicated as he thought it would be. Even high school dropouts will pass this.

'May I have a pencil please'

At least she wouldn't expect him coming to the interview as if it's school test. The other interviewer gestured to the marker on the table for him to use. His gaze met hers as he took the marker. She wore a smile, purely sarcastic as hell. Maybe she'd thought he's so dumb that he might fail the test. He took the marker and picked his answers in less than a minute and handed the paper back to her with confidence.

' I don't need to assess the paper, you failed already'

Her words stunned him there was no way he'll fail those questions, not a single one out of ten. He noticed other two interviewers muffled a laughter. Where did he go wrong? How could she fail him without checking out his answers?.

'You jumped to answer elementary school questions without reading instructions' she accused as she held the paper up for him to see, pointing to where 'return as given' was written in relatively small letters above the sheet. He looked dejected. At that very moment, he agreed to being dumb. A whole shit of a dumbass he really is.

The interview is pointless already, he knew he had to walk out with his files without ending things formally but just couldn't. Obviously not because of fears. He'd failed an interview not an HIV test. It's pretty odd he enjoys watching those sexy full lips voice out words that hurts his ego. She really must be a lover of pink. She'd wore pink suit to match her shoes and even wore panties of the same colour.

'Also, being absent when it's your turn is what diligence and enthusiasm means to you right?'

He was speechless, all he could do is wonder how mean looks and fierceness could induce so much sexiness in a woman. She'd wiped off her messed up mascara after their time together. The make up just couldn't do justice to her beauty. Good riddance!

'Did I passed assessments?' She said with sarcasm as she rested her chin on the back of her palms. Her question knocked him out of his thoughts.

'Errm... I'm sorry, I'll like to take my leave now' He said, trying to sound polite as he could

'You may leave' She tossed his documents to him.
Without anymore words, he took his file to leave. The interview is messed up already. No regrets though, since a lady would eventually get the job. His loss was the transport fare which could buy more than three jars of jam.

'And... Tell me the man you knocked off earlier to come in' He stopped in his tracks for seconds. She'd seen him maneuver his way to the interview regardless of the time she'd helped him waste at the restroom. That's some display of dedication but would never see from that perspective. How she'd tackled him made him wonder if she's a twin. The lady he had sex with is clearly different. She'd oozed pure lust, like a woman who feels needy between her legs.
The other one is the feminist the world is talking about, the real V.De Sanden he'd imagined. He walked out without a word. No point in looking for a man he cheated since none of them would get the job.
Not when the all mighty feminist is the CEO.

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