Before the interview, Irina was really worried. So, as I was worried once before exams at the institute or when I went to get a job for the very first time. Actually, it was about job placement even now, although only a couple of months ago she couldn’t imagine that she would be in such a desperate need of work. For the last few years she occupied the position of Director of the Seversk Registration Chamber, and was quite pleased with herself and her life, until the unexpected happened. Irina was overly fascinated by ingenious combinations with budget funds allocated to the registration chamber. The temptation to slightly adjust some expenses upwards to put the difference in his pocket turned out to be too great. Unfortunately, in the end, her machinations still surfaced. The scandal was managed to hush up, but I had to part with the work in the regalia. And the difficult times began. Seversk was too small city. The demand for lawyers turned out to be quite small, and even for lawyers with a tarnished reputation - as it turned out, rumors spread too quickly, and even less.

At first, Irina applied to state and municipal structures, then to private companies — but everywhere she was denied in one form or another. It did not help any independent search, nor referring to friends and acquaintances. After two months of unsuccessful attempts, Irina was close to despair. Makhiniruya with the budget, she tried to be moderate, sincerely believing this is the key to success. But now the former moderation has turned against her. She did not profit so much to ensure a comfortable existence for the rest of the day, besides, a certain part of the funds had to be returned to the budget. Now her savings came to an end, and she did not see any way out of the current situation. Irina has almost come to terms with the idea that she will have to get up at the labor exchange with the prospect of getting a job as a saleswoman or a cleaner in the end, when old girlfriend Anastasia called her. This brisk red-haired and puffy-haired lady worked for many years in the regalia under Irina, and after her dismissal she took the director's chair.

- Hi, how are you? She asked when the former headmaster answered the call.

- How? Well, as usual! - with a nervous laugh, answered Irina.

- Listen, Irin, I am here for what your business is ... My old friend opens a branch of his company with us. And the director puts his son. Now they are recruiting staff and they just need a head of the legal department. Feel what I am for?

- Yes of course. And the same problems that the rest will not arise?

- Nuuuu ... - Nastasya thoughtfully extended. - I can’t promise, of course, but their director is a good boy and, most importantly, partial to adult aunts. Cover it - and your place.

- How old is he?

- M ... Twenty-five, in my opinion. Well, sleep with him is optional. Although, if you really want ... He is nothing like that, pumped up.

“Oh, you,” laughed Irina, whom even a shadow of hope was able to return to a good mood. - I'm a dozen and a half years older.

“Just kidding, kidding,” the girlfriend giggled into the phone. - Well, so how? Are you interested

- Of course, Nast, thank you very much. I thought I would not find anything at all.

- Nothing, break through. Then write down the time and address. And I warn them.

And now Irina was going to an interview at the Seversky branch of CJSC Lutherna Magika. In the morning she visited a hairdressing salon and made a new hairstyle (she always had short haircuts). Took a shower. I put on a strict, neat make-up (tonalnik, classic black mascara, thinking, let down her lips with a pencil and tint with a dim lipstick). The wrists, neck and behind the ears were marked with favorite perfume.From the underwear she chose a push-up bra and thongs, as well as black stockings without a pattern with wide lace bands. The dress was preferred business style - a jacket, white blouse, straight skirt to the knees. Completed a picture of shoes with a heel of nine centimeters. Less would not be so sexy, and a higher heel could, perhaps, seem vulgar. Now, from the mirror, a pretty intelligent lady looked much younger than her age.

Seen her liked. Irina's appearance was rather spectacular - probably due to mixed blood (her father was Latvian, her mother was Tatar). She slightly twisted in front of the mirror, put her hip, put her hand to the side, languidly led her eyes. She giggled at herself - an adult woman ...

The office of the company made a good impression. Located almost in the center, near the city administration building. Solid looking signboard. At the entrance - a turnstile and a massive build a bear-like guard. She was told how to find a director.

He turned out to be a really very young man, whose well-developed muscles could not be hidden by an expensive suit. The office was furnished, as it seemed to Irina, a bit strange - a large leather sofa near one wall and a table closely moved to the other. She herself was offered to sit in a chair that stood exactly in the center of the room, and the director who introduced himself as Anton Mikhailovich was comfortably seated on the sofa.

Irina was sitting like a schoolgirl, with her palms on her knees moved. The excitement and unusual situation made you feel a certain discomfort. Scrolling through the papers filed to her, Anton casually threw them onto the sofa next to him. Several standard questions followed about education, seniority and experience and desired working conditions. Irina answered cautiously, trying to understand how much the interviewer knew about the sad ending of her career in the regalia. Judging by the fact that he did not clarify the reasons for her dismissal from the last post, it was known enough.

“Very well,” the interviewer just radiated benevolence. - I will not hide, I like you very much, Irina Uldisovna. But there were still a couple of questions.

- Yes of course. - Irina smiled happily. Did it all go well? And so easy?

- Could you get up on all fours?

- What? - Irina asked in astonishment. She leaned toward her companion, automatically throwing a strand of hair behind her ear, as if wanting to hear better.

The interviewer was completely undisturbed.

- Please stand on all fours here. - He pointed with his finger, pointing to a place about a meter ahead of him, while his voice sounded as if it was a question of a completely ordinary request. - Back to me.

Irina's thoughts galloped randomly. To ask again would be stupid, and useless. She was in such a situation for the first time in her life, but she understood the essence of what was happening clearly. If she does not comply, then she will simply be denied employment. If he obeys ... it is used. On the other hand, what does she lose? At forty, Irina was no longer an innocent girl, and she had never been more hypocritical, rather the opposite. And the work is really needed. Yes, and the interviewer does not seem to be a freak, even flattering, that she liked him so much. Irina bit her lip. Well, it is necessary to go through this. Having made a decision, she rose from the chair and, standing on the indicated place, slowly turned around to the interlocutor with her back and fell on all fours.

"I hope they wash the floors regularly," an ironic thought flashed. Despite her determination, Irina shook her slightly, treacherous weakness was felt in her body, and she unwittingly tried to overcome her anxiety and shame with the help of a sense of humor.

- Very well, Irina Uldisovna. - Anton approached her. The hand went a little higher than the Irina waist, and she felt a demanding pressure. - Bend your back. Soooo ... Great. Now legs. - the right hand was still on her back, while the left hand unceremoniously penetrated under the skirt, pushing her hips.- It is necessary to arrange. Here! Fine.

Irina implicitly obeyed all manipulations, adopting the required posture. Tight skirt appetizing obtyanula her protruding ass. For some time, Anton silently admired this spectacle. It was as if some sort of proforsette, Irina was ...