“And what exactly would I have to do in order for you to help me get in front of these other important people? I’ve got a girlfriend, you know? She wouldn’t like me even suggesting this, but I really do need a job.” Sharon winked at her.
“Oh,” she said, realizing then. “Um…”
“Just go with it,” Sharon encouraged. “No wrong answer.”
“Right,” she said. “Well, I’d want to have sex with you.”
Sharon smiled and held in a laugh.
“I’m sorry. I’m really bad at this.”
“It’s okay. Do you not like it?” Sharon asked.
“I’ve never done it before. Role-playing, right?”
“Yes. And in this situation, I’m the young ingenue who needs a job, and you’re the very powerful executive who can help me get hired.”
“Isn’t that against, like, all the rules of feminism or something?”
“Babe?”
“Yeah?”
“It’s just us in here. I’m not going to report you to imaginary human resources.”
“Okay. Well, I’d like to… see your breasts, at least, if I’m going to even share the roles I hear about with you.”
“You want to see my breasts?” Sharon asked and removed her shirt.
“Yes, to tell you about the jobs,” she said, hoping she was doing this right. “And not just your bra.”
“Right. Of course,” Sharon replied and removed her bra next, tossing it aside. “What do I have to do to get you to give them my resume? I’ll do anything. I really don’t want to keep making coffee for people.”
“You could start by losing the pants.”
“Just the pants?”
“Everything,” Debra said, starting to feel the part a little more.
“Okay. Everything.” Sharon stood up and removed her clothes. “Like this?”
“God, yes,” Debra answered, coming out of the part a little, but she shook her head and cleared her throat. “Now, take offmypants.”
“You’re sure this will get my name in front of people? My girlfriend wouldn’t want me to–”
“I’m sure. Take off my pants and my underwear.”
Debra then proceeded to remove her own shirt and bra while Sharon undid her jeans and slid them, along with her underwear, off her body.
“Now what?” Sharon asked.
“Now, I don’t want to hear any more about that girlfriend of yours.”
“Okay. Can you help get my resume to–”
“I’ll get you an interview with the head of HR if you suck me right now,” Debra said and felt herselfreallygetting into character and hoping that it was okay.
“You want me to…” Sharon looked down. “Oh.”
