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blushingRoo 39F
10 posts
7/6/2015 1:06 pm
Dreams 2 (the interview)


I can't sleep, I don't know what to do, do I go to the hotel and prove what a phony I am? Do I try and forget about it, and always wonder? I could go undercover, secret agent Roo, hums mission impossible theme tune in head.
This is ridiculous, I'm a grown woman, damn it. Why at 30 years old can I not even make the most basic of choices?
Ok, so we compromise, Mr Sultry thinks I'm coming for this stoopid interview, So I guess it would be rude not to show up, I've spent the last 3 hours abusing my laptop trying to find any information and I've come up with nothing, nada, zero. I go check it out maybe there will be some leaflets to give me a clue, I can leave anytime I want.
Bollocks what am I going to wear!

Wednesday morning, well kinda. Its just after three. My shift patterns are erratic. 3pm could be morning, afternoon or late evening to me at varying times of the week. I've just got off the train right in the city centre. I hate Birmingham, I come here, never. I refuse to drive. The random changes on the queensway junction aside, Its a nightmare trying to figure out if you need to be on the inside or outside of every roundabout. skipping the escalators in favor of the stairs, I pause at the top to pull my high waisted black pencil skirt back into place and nearly get knocked on my arse by a possible phones salesman, trainers and a suit, earphones in, back pack flailing madly at passers by I wont be his first near miss. Glad I went with the kitten heels. Not just to mask a few inches off my natural 5"8. I could easily be a crumpled heap in the stairwell if I'd opted for the pin up 3" dolly shoes littering my bedroom floor right now with half of my wardrobe to keep them company.
I'm here right outside the hotel, slowing down, getting nervous. half glaces at the almost blacked out windows, trying to check my reflection without looking like I am. Imaging worst case scenarios. It's a joke, no one will be here, I'm being set up. I haven't noticed the toilet paper trailing behind me attached to my shoe. Is that woman across the street looking at me. Is my make up halfway down my face. Breath, must remember to breath. Recite positive mantras! You look great, you are calm, confident and together. You look great, everybody goes with 50's pinup smart for interviews, calm confident, oh god oh god oh god. I can totally do this I am together great calm confident. Thru the door, Do I go to the desk? Who do I ask for. Why do I have no information, This was a bad idea.

"You must be Roo"

I'm dazed, my mouth must be opening and shutting like a fish I'm looking up at a calm confident together face and realise mantras might actually work for some people.
"erm" no you idiot my brain kicks in but forgot to tell my mouth, I can feel the heat building right in my cheeks. It's Mr sultry, I've been hearing that voice in my head since his call. He's tall, really tall, and his dark hair is half across his face in a casual page boy style, blue eyes like mine. This heat is spreading. I can't believe this. I can't do an interview with damp knickers.
"yes I'm Roo" stuttering, I look down make my lips a thin line.
"lets go and sit down, they do good frappuccinos here" He turns, leading me deeper into the hotel, further away from the door. I turn as if the exit might have wandered off.
I sigh and follow him to a table, trying to convince myself to say more than erm at least once in the next 2 minutes.
I order a caramel cream frappuccino from the bored looking guy at the counter and sit in the chair indicated by Mr Sultry. Ok I can't keep calling him that, thats something human to say.
" I didn't catch your name?" nervous fidelity hand gesture, hopefully covering up the high pitch tone to my question.
" No i haven't told it too you" smirking, relaxed amused. This guy is too much.
I bunch my eyebrows and frown, take a deep breath,
" Why am I here"
" To be interviewed"
"how am i doing?
he laughs, My eyes go wide, I can't believe I just said that.
" quite well actually" He reaches down to a bag by his chair and pulls out some paperwork.
" We have a few questions, things to sign, and then we can hopefully fill you in" He passes the paper to me.
"we?"
"The corporation, need a pen?" He leans down again, rummaging in his bag, the corner of his black shirt lifts revealing a smooth sun kissed skin, stretched and tight. I'm staring, blanking out, only to be snapped out of it by the bic hitting the table in front of me.
"I'll go get our drinks, any questions just give me a shout"

I look down at what looks like some kind of quiz, Like the ones I filled in online. No it is the one I filled in online some answers are highlighted -how many sexual partners have you had? 1-3, 4-6, 7-12,13-19 or 20+ What the hell. I look up at Mr Sultry. I'm almost to my feet as he makes it back to the table.
" You have questions?
"yes, but I ....."
" You want to know, why we have paperwork, relating to your, shall we say kink factor"
"yes but I...." shock and a mild outrage are shut down by overwhelming embarrassment
" Its relevant to the job offer we are probably going to make you"
" Relevant how?" This is some crazy upscale kidnapping and sex trafficking scandal, why am I still sat here?
" Roo, It's ok" Shit, I must looks scared out of my head, Mr Sultry has gone into full rescue suicidal bunny mode.
He touches his ear, "sure thing boss" he talks down to a pin on his jacket.
" Roo" He say's my name slowly like I might freak out. " I've been authorised to bring you up to speed a little bit earlier than we anticipated."
I nod my head, still not really taking it all in.
"I work for a company, that owns a special resort, We are looking for staff, It's very exclusive."
" A resort, Like a holiday resort?" My head goes into overdrive. so maybe not crazy kidnapping sex traffickers, maybe just crazy.
"Yes a holiday resort, or more accurately a pleasure resort."


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