While Bobby went to get Claire a glass of water, she read his diplomas and credentials. BF Corporate Training had been accredited for various different types of training by various official-sounding bodies. Reassured by this, Claire began to relax.
For the next twenty minutes, Bobby explained that BF used a number of self-employed contractors to provide training for small and medium-sized companies across the south-east of England covering different types of training ranging from specialist human resources to general management skills development.
However, times had been lean of late with the troubled economy and Bobby had come up with the idea of specialising more in helping companies avoid one of the business world’s fastest rising costs: claims for sexual harassment and discrimination.
Therefore he was looking to permanently recruit an eager helper who would be able to help him train exactly what was sexual harassment and what wasn’t.
As Bobby continued to explain, Claire began to feel excited. This was something she would be able to do and would also satisfy Danny’s request that she stay away from unscrupulous men who might take advantage of her alleged gullibility. What better role than that of an expert on avoiding sexual harassment!
Bobby asked her a few more questions about her recent employment history and her skills and so forth and seemed to be impressed by her enthusiastic answers and obvious keenness.
“Right, Claire. I do think that you might be very suitable for me but there are a few more tests that I need you to take in order to demonstrate you really are the right person for this job. I also need you to show your commitment to having to role play some extremely delicate and difficult situations,” he said.
Claire immediately replied, “I’m sure I’ll be able to do a great job. And there’s nothing I wouldn’t do to prove it.”
Bobby smiled at her, slightly unnervingly, showing her those horrible teeth once again.
“Right, first things first. You will be working with some top male executives and testing their ability to resist the temptation to harass you sexually. To do that I need to be sure that they will find it very difficult not to be attracted to you. Now obviously it would very wrong for me to check out your figure without your permission. Would you mind standing up for me here please and maybe taking your jacket off so I can confirm you’re sexy enough?”
Claire didn’t hesitate to jump up and walk around to Bobby’s side of the desk, discarding her jacket on the way. She was really pleased that she’d made the effort today to look great with her red hair tied up in a long high pony tail and her face made up fully with bright red lipstick and glittery green eye shadow.
She put her hands on her hips, raised one heel off the ground and leaned over him in an effort to exude sexuality.
“How’s that, Bobby? Do you like my body?” she asked innocently, looking him in the eye.
Bobby cleared his throat. “Er…”
Claire turned around and looked back over her shoulder confident that her tight dress left little to the imagination as far as her figure went.
Bobby didn’t seem that sure though. “I don’t know, Claire I can’t really tell. I mean for instance you could be wearing a padded bra or maybe a corset…”
Claire looked down at her deep creamy cleavage and the long clean sweep of her hips. It seemed fairly obvious to her that this wasn’t the case but she supposed that a man of Bobby’s appearance probably didn’t have much opportunity to study the female body intimately.
She had an idea.
“Bobby, I know this might be a bit outside of normal interview practice but how about I take my dress off so you can have a really good look at my body,” she suggested.
Bobby remained silent for long moment. She thought, judging from how red his face had become, that she had made him angry with her unconventional proposal but before she could apologise, he smiled and said, “That’s a great idea!”
Claire smiled back happily before grabbing the hem of her dress and pulling it over her head. While she was doing so she heard Bobby mutter something.
“Are you OK?” she asked dropping the dress behind her.
Bobby crossed his legs and said, “I’m fine,” squeakily.
“So what do you think?” Claire asked, lifting her pale freckled boobs to show him how real they were, although conscious that her nipples were barely covered and, in any case, could be seen through the transparent red lace of the bra.
Bobby nodded in wonder at her boobs. “Yes, they’re definitely real. I can tell,” he said reaching out to take one in each hand and give them a good grope.
Claire, a touch surprised at Bobby’s direct methods, nevertheless allowed him to squeeze her tits and pinch her nipples through her bra until her was certain they were genuine.
With a sigh, Bobby eventually allowed his hands to drop. Claire turned to give him a good view of her tight arse which appeared virtually bare, the string of her thong disappearing into her delicious bum-crack.
“Am I attractive enough, Bobby?” Claire asked looking back over her shoulder at him.
Bobby paused briefly before nodding. “Yes, I think you could say that,” he agreed.
“Oh good!” she replied jumping up and down and clapping her hands girlishly, causing her nipples to pop out of the top of her bra. She put them back in, hoping Bobby hadn’t noticed. He certainly didn’t say anything so she didn’t mention it.
“OK, that’s great,” Bobby said. “We’ve established you’re attractive. The next step is to see whether you have the resilience and the ability to ignore distractions to be a really good trainer.”
Claire was about to put her dress back on but stopped, intrigued by Bobby’s statement. “What do you mean?”
“As part of the training we’ll be showing the client exactly what is acceptable and what isn’t as far as interaction with the opposite sex goes. Sometimes clients can be a bit random and you need to be able to manage anything they throw at you. We might have to let them go too far to show them that some of their behaviour is unacceptable. I need to know you can handle it.”
Claire nodded in understanding. “Right. OK,” she said determinedly.
“As it happens, I have a client coming in a few minutes for some training on the recognition of sexual harassment. I suppose I could…,” he started. “No, maybe it wouldn’t be such a good idea.”
“Oh, no, go on. What were you going to say?” Claire said, eager to prove herself.
“Well, I was considering using you to show the client what he can and can’t do but I’m worried that I’d be throwing you in at the deep end,” he said, shaking his head.
“Oh, no, please, Mr. Flapjack. Give me a chance; I’m sure I can do it!” Claire pleaded.
Bobby paused for a minute to reflect. He stood up decisively. “Oh, go on then! Let me call the client just to make sure he’s all right with that.”