The Interviews
(Posted on Thursday, August 10, 2000)
This story was submitted anonymously.

This is a story about a series of job interviews that I went too last year.

I applied for a job that I saw advertised in the local paper. The ad read, "Assistant wanted for busy office." This job sounded just right for me, so I sent off for an application form. The form arrived a couple of days later. I filled it out and kept my fingers crossed.

About a week later, I had a letter asking me to attend an informal interview the following day. I was so pleased to get this far that I couldn't wait.

I awoke the following morning, exited and nevous indeed. The letter said informal, so I decided to dress accordingly. I arrived at the office and waited my turn. The job must have been a very good one indeed as there was four applicants in front of me.

The first two went in and out very quickly. The third stayed in the roon a little longer, but not much more. Then it was my turn. I walked into the room and sat down. In front of me was a desk in which a gentleman sat. I presumed that he was the boss. He gave me a description of the job and what the duties would be. He told me that the salary would correspond to the loyalty of the applicant.

I said, "That makes perfect sense."

He also told me that I would have to do whatever he said needed to be done without fail, without question and if I was prepared to accept that. I agreed. He then offered me double what I was making. I was amazed.

Then he looked at me and told me to take off one item of clothing. I could choose. He explained that this would be a test of loyalty. I thought that he was joking, but he wasn't. So I thought to myself, "Do I walk out now like all of the others, or should I see how far he would ask me to go?"

It was one hell of a job, so I decided to play his game for a while. I slipped off my shoes, leaving my feet in black stockings. My red toenails showed through. He smiled and asked me to place my feet on he edge of the desk in front of him. I thought that if this is all I needed to do to get this job, that would be easy.

He looked at my soles. I could see in his eyes that my feet were having an erotic effect on him, so I started to wiggle my toes around to see what effect this had on him. He  looked at me and said, "That will be all for now. You will be short-listed for the second interview stage." I took my feet off the edge of the desk and slipped my shoes back on, got up, and walked out of the office.

I had never been through an interview like that before. I went home and waited. A couple of weeks went by and I received a letter asking me to come to a second interview later that week. This time it would be at 5.30 p.m. I rang his office and confirmed that I would be attending.

The following day I received another letter detailing the procedure of the second interview. There would be a typing test, shorthand, etc. There would also be physical and mental test.

The week passed really slowly as I couldn't wait for the second interview. The day came and I decided to go for the job in any way that I needed to. I was very fed up with my present job and the wages were awful. I dressed to impress. I wore a  blouse, jacket, black skirt, black stockings with reinforced heel and toe, and to finish off, a pair of high heels.

I was ready. I made my way to the office and waited in the reception area to be called. He opened the door and asked me to step inside. As I walked into his office, I noticed a leather reclining chair in the centre of the room. He beckoned me to a table in front of a computer terminal. A typing test awaited me. I I guessed that the test would take me 10 or 15 minutes.

I sat down and started the test. I noticed that Mr Stevens sat at his desk, looking at me, so I decided to give him a show. I bent my legs under the chair and let my shoes slip from my heels exposing my black reinforced heels. I felt one of my shoes slip completely off of my foot, exposing the whole of my black stocking sole.

I heard him cough. I assumed that I had his attention, so I flexed my foot around and  slipped off my other shoe. I started to rub the sole of one foot with the other. He coughed again and asked, "Finished yet?"

I replied, "Yes I have."

He answered back, "Please come and sit in the chair. It's time for the next part of the test." I quickly slipped my shoes back on and made my way back to the chair. I could see the hardness through his trousers. I knew that the job would be mine.

I sat in the chair and made myself comfortable. The next part of the test would be one of mental concentration. He asked me to read from a section of a book that he had already prepared for me. I was to continue reading for a long as I could no matter what he did to distract me. I agreed. I started to read and soon felt his hand touch my knee. I decided that if he went higher than my keen, I'd leave.

His hand moved down my left leg towards my foot. His other hand pulled the shoe off of my foot very gently and slowly. I felt his fingers gently touching each toe in turn. His finger then pushed down between by big toe leaving which was covered in nylon. Then suddenly I felt a warmth and moistness all around my toe. He was sucking my toe!

I gasped a I had never had that done to me before. It was quite exciting, really. As he slipped the other shoe off, my thoughts about him were confirmed. I was being interviewed by a dedicated foot worshiper. "Wicked!" I thought to myself.

To be continued ... click here for Part 2!