A few years ago, I was roped into a recruiting trip for my company to a big state school you’ve heard of. These trips usually suck, and since I’m at a relatively senior position, I can get out of them; but the VP of our division asked me personally, so there it was. I flew out to do two days at this big state school – one as a guest lecturer in this class and the second interviewing undergrad kids, mostly for summer internships. (If I’m occasionally vague on some details, it’s because I don’t want to blow up anyone’s job.)
The way this works is the recruiters handle most of the “screener” interviews – kids who apply basically cold, for whom we had no background info. (Dirty secret: most of them are not getting picked unless they really blow someone away.) In the big class I lectured in, a bunch of the kids – mostly sophomores/juniors – came up afterwards to say thanks or hi or whatever. There was this one chick, a sophomore, with wide, dewey eyes, curly dark brown hair, big tits and a slightly trashy-but-hot look. When it was her turn, she introduced herself, gave me those eyes and “just wanted to thank you *so* much” for visiting the class. I made a mental note to remember her name – let’s call her Stephanie. (Not real, obviously.)
Later on, I discreetly slipped her application along with a few others into my pile, not the recruiters’. What the hell?
The next day, we had interviews. These are usually held in small, private rooms, and mine had a window, but no view to the outside hall.
I did about fifteen of these (which was exhausting) before Stephanie came in. She was dressed semi-professionally, but her heels were high, skirt was short and there might’ve been one extra button undone. Her hair was down and it was clear she’d done her makeup for “hot” rather than “interview.”
Stephanie was (and is) two things: quite ambitious and savvy, but not super hardworking or diligent. Her grades were shit. She’d dropped a bunch of the classes we usually look for, didn’t have any letters of recommendation, that sorta stuff. But goddamn, did she know how to flirt. She was leaning down and giving me a big look at her cleavage within two minutes of getting in the room. Showing lots of thigh and generally laying it on *thick.*
About ten minutes into our interview, she (again) leans forward, and this time clasps my hand in both of hers. Stroking it, she looks up at me with those eyes and says: “I love [my company]. I’d do almost *anything* to work there… is there something I could do to help make that happen?”
Now, I’m not stupid – I’m not gonna walk myself into some kind of lawsuit. I knew guys who’d had this happen, but it was a first time for me. So I suggestively kinda shrug and grin. Stephanie smiles back and gets up, walks around the table, and slips down to her knees. She proceeded to undo my belt (with a little help) and give me an absolutely brain-melting blowjob. Swallowed every drop, too.
So look, I’m not a total asshole, and I’m not going to give away another more deserving kid’s spot to Stephanie just because she sucks my cock. All of our intern spots went to qualified applicants, and they were fine. However… I went to my VP, who I know well, and argued pretty hard that I needed my *own* intern, almost like an admin, to follow me. He and I know each other well and it costs us basically nothing (we get a write-off!), so we put the paperwork through and made it happen. I created my own internship position and hired Stephanie into it. (When said VP got a look at her, he gave me a high-five later on.)
Stephanie knew exactly what she’d signed up for. We fucked her first day at the office – in my office, straddling me in my office chair, moaning and panting in my ear. And I fucked her 3 or 4 times every week thereafter (except when she was on her period, when she blew me). Her favorite was being bent over my desk, her skirt hitched up around her waist, me pounding her from behind. That was also an easy position when we did anal.
We used protection at first, until she explained that she was on the pill, and we didn’t have to. No condoms after that – I sent her home (she was living with her parents that summer) with my load inside her most evenings. We both liked it better that way. I took her on two trips as a personal assistant, and we got to go out and play couple occasionally. That turned some heads – she was just 19 and I’m pushing 40 – but most folks didn’t care.
She did basically no real work that summer. She spent most of her time painting her nails, shopping for lingerie or cute clothes (which I was happy to buy for her) or texting with her friends. I paid for biweekly hair and nail appointments for her. She was basically my on-call sex doll for three months.
At the end of the summer, she went back to school. I sent a car for her to come visit occasionally for the next semester or two, I wrote her a glowing letter of recommendation, and helped hook her up with another company for her next gig. She graduated just last year, and landed in a super prestigious fellowship that her “internship” with my company put her on track for. She lives on the opposite coast now but will occasionally snap a nude and send it to me.
Ever since then, I don’t mind undergrad recruiting at all.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/eszx80/undergrad_recruiting_trips_usually_suck_but
Ur my type of hero, gg bro
You “get a write off”? On labor? That didn’t happen. You didn’t hire a slut intern.
Nothing better than a teen slut
Kudos for cumming in the intern
Back to the matter at hand…. good story bud.
Remind me
I really enjoyed this story.
“True story” ??