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The Job Interview

“What is the most outrageous thing you’d to get a job?” It was a simple question on the application. I thought for a second, Who would ask this type of question and how they would answer a crude remark like ‘fuck ’. I smiled and scribbled in the dirty word, just to see what would happen. About two days later, I got a call from the modeling agency where I had applied and written in the crude word on the job application. “Please come to our candidate interview at eleven o'clock on May 23rd. Please be on time, as we have several candidate interviews lined up. If you have props related to your creative answer on the job application, please be sure to bring them.” I chuckled when I heard the answering machine message. Obviously, they hadn’t read my crude remark. I decided to show up for the interview anyway. I slipped on a casual sundress and pulled my hair back in a pony tail. Although I was a bit on the short side, I felt comfortable about my looks and my charm. A couple of amateur photographer friends had been urging me to sign up for a modeling agency, so after thinking about it for a few weeks, I'd decided to take the plunge. I had worked hard to achieve a perfect 36-28-36 figure, working out, running, practicing on a stripper pole (no, I am not a stripper). I ate high-carb, no-fat foods and avoided the colas. Salads were my best friend. I brushed my hair back and checked for make-up smudges in the mirror. I was nervous, but confident. I arrived at the candidate interview ...

... processing center fifteen minutes early. There was no one at the reception desk, but a note instructed the entrants to take seat and wait for their name to be called. It was a non-descript office, in a row of otherwise empty office spaces, in a retail center on a decent side of town. The vacant spaces gave me an unsettled feeling. The only sign on the door read “Candidate Interviews". A closed circuit camera in the corner gave me a sense of security that I otherwise might not of had. At eleven straight up, a side door to the small waiting area opened and a really good looking fellow called out my name. “I’m Jim,” he said as I stepped into a long hallway. As I followed Jim, I noticed he had a very cute butt. Hummm. “I hope you didn’t have any problems finding us,” he said, turning a corner and leading us down another long hallway. He was cute, with short dark hair and a statuesque looking body, from what I could tell. We reached an office at the end of the hall and I followed him into the office. “Sorry for the long walk, but they always put me at the end of the hall,” he remarked, taking a seat behind a sparsely-topped desk. A video camera sat on one side of the desk. I figured it was for recording the interviews and security. I took a seat on the couch across from the desk. “I have your application here and am wondering why you wrote what you wrote,” he inquired. I apologized for my crude comment. "I was in a funky mood and shouldn’t have written that,” I remarked. “No need to ...