-mini story Wallflower Office Worker - by Colonist!-

Wallflower: This must be the place.

*Wallflower finds herself outside a somewhat desolate-looking row of offices. Located here was a doctor’s office, accountant and tax services, and a…consulting business. The latter had the address of the business that she had applied to for a job earlier in the week. “Administrative assistant” was the title of the job, and it seemed like a safe bet. 

Wallflower: Admin assistant. It could be secretary or receptionist, but I’ll take what I can get.

*She was mildly surprised that it took less than a week before the office called her in for an interview. The option for a virtual interview was there, but Wallflower figured that she’d make a good in-person impression. All the other mall jobs were taken up by her compatriots in the class, and the ones in the mall that had vacancies ended up turning her away after the interview stage: something about needing a more extraverted and open personality to be successful in retail.*

Wallflower: Extraverted my ass. What about computer skills, organizational leadership abilities, and a good memory? On second thought, I don’t need a good memory. Bad memory. Stupid stone.

*Wallflower took a single deep breath and let herself into the office through the front door. “D. Tips Consulting” read the sign in the small lobby.* 

Wallflower: Huh, there’s no receptionist.
???: Ah, you must be Miss Wallflower Blush! Come into my office over here - door’s open!

*A voice from behind another door audibly calls out to her. The voice sounds a little familiar, but she couldn’t remember who it was. It was definitely someone from her class, but he must look as generic as he sounds.* 

Wallflower: How could he afford to run a business and have an office space? Huh, maybe he’s one of those coding bootcamp success stories. If he’s the sole owner and worker of this business, then maybe he’s looking for someone to be able to do the mundane office stuff so that he’d be able to fully focus on the more important parts of running said business. Convinced of her own sound and logical explanation, Wallflower lets herself into the office that the voice called from.*

That Guy From School?: Miss Blush, hello! Please have a seat. Can I get you anything to drink? Water? Scotch? Hehe, kidding on the scotch!

*Wallflower briefly gives a raised eyebrow at the guy sitting at the desk across from her. She’s definitely seen him before! Doesn’t he hang out with the Rainboom group of girls?*

Wallflower: Have…we met before?

*She can’t quite see the man’s eyes from under his messy hairstyle, but she definitely got the vibes of a man eyeing her from head to toe.*

That Guy From School?: Haha, I get that all the time! I seem to resemble so many other guys out there that I would be surprised if someone hasn’t asked me that at least once every day. Not even the blazer over my t-shirt does anything to mitigate that.
Wallflower: I imagine that would get annoying after some time.
That Guy From School?: You get used to it. Sit down, Miss Blush. Call me “Boss,” and let’s get this interview going!
Wallflower: Y-yes, sir.
Boss: Boss.
Wallflower: Boss, sir.

*Wallflower takes a quick second to smooth out her skirt before taking a seat in the chair in front of her. The prospective boss begins the gauntlet of questioning.*

Boss: Now looking over your resume I can see that you have no prior work experience, but you have several skills listed. Elaborate.

*The green-haired applicant finds herself getting nervous at the slight change in Boss’ earlier tone from jovial to business-like. She takes another deep breath and tries to answer to the best of her unknown improvisational abilities.*

Wallflower: I’m still a student, but I’m fairly involved outside of my academic obligations. I’m the head of the Gardening Club and a member of the Yearbook Committee. As such, I have no problems with rote manual work with my hands and am relatively well-versed in the use of computers.
Boss: Very good. Most applicants I’ve had in your situation are left speechless or take quite a long time to answer. Very good, indeed. Second question, Miss Blush: why apply to this job?
Wallflower: I figured that it would allow me to gain some experience in working in a standard corporate environment - and work experience in general.
Boss: Is that all?
Wallflower: …no…and I would like to earn some money outside of my academic and extracurricular circles.
Boss: Very good. You’re honest and straightforward. You aim to be polite by not leading out with the “I need the money” sentiment but are able to admit it when asked.
Wallflower: (thinking) So far, so good. I feel like I’m getting a little too lucky, but I’m not going to question it. I hope the next question’s the last one.
Boss: Third question, Miss Blush: how well are you able to handle -
Wallflower: Eeek!

*A bucket of ice cold liquid falls on her and splashes its contents, fully drenching her. The cold shoc
k of the liquid and the impact of the bucket causes her to panic. Wallflower remembered something in her panic from that chemistry class from long ago - something about removing clothing and washing the affected areas. She begins to strip off the drenched articles of clothing, not giving much thought to the progressive exposure to the man across from her. Fortunately, the man manages to stop her before she got to the good bits.*

Boss: Oh my goodness! I’m so sorry, Miss Blush! I forgot about the bucket that I left above that particular ceiling tile! I’ve had a leak from a pipe up there, and I left that bucket there to prevent leakage through that tile.
Wallflower: Augh! Is there a bathroom that I can change? Do you have anything else that I can -
Boss: Wear? Well…I think don’t you have to worry about that.

*After taking an extra second to process what she just heard, Wallflower feels her blood run just as cold as the water that just splashed her.*

Wallflower: W-what?
Boss: I mean, you don’t have to worry about it right now. There’s the matter of the third question that I was asking before we were rudely interrupted.
Wallflower: But -
Boss: How well are you able to handle unexpected situations?

*Was this some kind of trick question, or was it just ironic given what just happened?! Wallflower is speechless for once. Given her panicked actions in the last few seconds, she sure didn’t answer that question well in practice. Maybe there’s a way to save it…she pulls the tie off her neck and peels off the blouse and bra - the last trappings of her professional attire.*

Boss: Good girl. Good answer. You have a good intuition regarding what your superiors expect!

*Suddenly, the absurdity of the situation clicks with Wallflower and she scoops her wet clothes together in a move to leave. No job was worth this!*

Boss: And you were doing so well! I was going to hire you! How long until you land another interview at the mall, my dear? Is retail hell really worth all that? Those are rhetorical questions, of course - not part of the interview. Feel free to answer though, but use your actions and not your words.

*Wallflower grimaces as her eyes dart between the door and her prospective boss. She had already gone this far. Could she say she’d do the same for any mall job? The cold was also wearing off and was starting to be replaced with a sense of arousal and heat at the situation that she now found herself in. She never really entertained the “office secretary slut” fantasy, but it sounded really good right now. If it got her the job and got her off at the same time, maybe she should entertain it.*

Wallflower: Y-yes, sir.
Boss: Boss.
Wallflower: Boss, sir.

*She drops her clothes back on the floor and joins her prospective boss behind his desk. It takes little more than a hand on her shoulder to direct her to her knees, and she gets to the job at…in hand. The boss momentarily closes his eyes at the pleasurable sensations before he opens them again.*

Boss: You know that forgettable guy who hangs around those Rainboom girls?

*Wallflowers eyes widen in horror. This doppelgänger was actually that guy!?*

Boss: I’m his literal doppelgänger! I’m Doppy, but you shall still address me as “Boss!”
Wallflower: Whrrrt!?
Doppy: Good girl, keeping that cock in your mouth. Have you also checked the business name?
Wallflower: Nrmmm!
Doppy: Yeah, “D. Tips Consulting” is just a “doing business as” name. The legal name is “Doppynator,” but boy do I still live up to my business names! You came here to consult with me for an job interview, and I give you a nice dick tip in return! Magnifiqué! Consider yourself hired, Miss Blush. We can negotiate salary along the sliding scale of how well you slide up and down that “D. Tip.” You start now, and your working hours today end when your damp clothes are dry. You can get dressed and go home by then. Does that sound like a good offer?

*Wallflower rolls her eyes at the innuendo-laden dialogue, and she can only mumble out an affirmative from her currently occupied mouth.*

Wallflower: Yrssh, Brssh.
Doppy: Good girl. Office work is the bee’s knees, yeah? Need a cushion for yours?
Wallflower: N-no, thrrrks.
Doppy: Man, talk about being another sucker behind a desk! Or would that be my janitor?