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thought from looking at her upper body. It’s not big in a bad way at all; it’s big in exactly the right way—just slightly too full for the rest of her body, which is skinny and slight. This makes her ass look even better. But it’s tight. It’s not tight from working out or running; it’s tight from being twenty-one. It’s the kind of ass that makes you grit your teeth because you can’t help thinking about biting it. It reminds me of a slightly better version of Alyna’s ass back when Alyna’s ass was all I used to think about, back when it was great. I wonder if I’ll ever get to fuck a girl with an ass like that again.
    Her hair is pulled back in a tight bun, which is hot but not what I expected. I assume she’s trying to look the part. And she’s wearing glasses. I find this hot in a nerdy, librarian kind of way. I imagine looking down at her while she’s sucking my dick and her looking back up at me through those glasses. I assume she has no episiotomy scar and she smells fucking incredible. She smells like melons and cinnamon. She smells like Alyna used to. She smells like something I want to put in my mouth.
    I didn’t do this with any of the douchebags before her, but as she sits down I ask her if she wants a glass of water or anything. She says she’s fine. I started the other two interviews by asking them why they wanted to intern at our company and followed that with a standard list of questions that resulted in answers I didn’t give a fuck about. With Holly, I decide to throw that out the window.
    I say, “So, you from Los Angeles?”
    She says, “Well, Chatsworth.”
    Without even thinking it might be inappropriate, I puke out, “Oh . . . porn capital of the world.”
    I immediately hope her response will put me at ease enough to not worry that I’ll be sued for sexual harassment. She says, “Yeah. My mom is actually in the business.”
    I can’t help myself, “Really?”
    â€œNo. I’m just kidding.” She laughs. Her laugh is hot.
    â€œYou had me there for a second.”
    â€œSorry. I know that was probably inappropriate.”
    â€œNot at all.”
    â€œOkay. Good.”
    â€œSo your résumé says you write for the school paper.”
    â€œYeah. It’s fun. I’ve been kind of toying with the idea of being a writer, a journalist I mean, but that seems incredibly hard to make a living at, so . . .”
    â€œSo you’re taking a bunch of business classes and that’s why you’re here.”
    â€œIn a nutshell. I hope that doesn’t sound bad.”
    â€œNot at all.”
    â€œOkay. Good. Because I’d really like this internship. I have a friend who did his internship here a few semesters ago and said it was really a great experience.”
    â€œWhat was his name?”
    â€œStanley Jimson.”
    â€œI can’t say I remember him, but we might have put him in a department that I don’t deal with all that much or something.”
    â€œProbably.”
    We stare at each other for a few seconds. There’s no way I’m giving the internship to anyone else. She must sense that it’s strange I’m not asking her anything. She says, “So, should I, like, tell you why I’d like this internship or anything?”
    I realize I probably should make this interview seem legitimate, so that it’s not blatantly obvious that I just hired the hottest chick I could find. I say, “Absolutely.”
    She gives the same answer that the two douchebags gave to the same question. It’s almost verbatim. She says, “Well, I really think I could learn a lot about the business world here and I’d love the opportunity to see how a company like this works from the inside. I’m a hard worker and I don’t mind doing anything that you guys would need me to do. No matter how small or rudimentary a