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Subject: {ASSM} Interview with God 1/1 {virgosun} (fsolo exhib)
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INTERVIEW WITH GOD
by virgosun (c) March 2004
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I really needed that secretarial job. Spent too long on
unemployment benefits.
I showed up for the interview in neatly-pressed slacks.
My job agency rep glanced at me in horror and stuck a
fiver in my hand. "They're ultra-conservative! Run over
to the supermarket and buy yourself some pantyhose while
I find you a skirt!"
So I dash across the road to Yuck-Mart Ladieswear.
Enraged, I can barely see for red mist as I search for
cheap nylons. Isn't this the 21st Century? Didn't
something called Women's Lib happen forty years ago?
Back at the office, my rep shuts me in a closet while I
change with three minutes to spare. Drag on black skirt
left over from the hospitality course, yank up nylons.
They're all twisted, furry with static, poorly-fitting
so the crotch makes it only halfway up my thighs. Time
up.
I look acceptable. Middle-aged men in black suits ask
all the usual questions about office procedures,
experience, equal opportunities. They also ask some
dreadfully archaic ones. Am I a regular churchgoer? How
would I describe my relationship with God?
This is _not_ the way nylons should be worn. I wish I
was wearing sheer, seamed stockings, suspenders and lacy
split-crotch panties; that my legs were smoothly shaved,
my pussy too. That I could sit and swivel on this chair
in my shortest mini, cross my ankle over my knee, even
slip a finger down and flip my clit while explaining
that, if God had been so splendid as to create the
orgasm, I'm sure I could have a wonderful relationship
with Him.
Instead, trussed-up by cheap nylon, I prostitute myself
to the barnacle-encrusted values of sixty years ago.
I got the job.
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