The next TCP. And the next fanfic whose beta was Moviemom44. And the next story in which all that belongs to me is the characters because the concept of mutants is the intellectual property of Marvel. This short fanfic should be read as a twin fanfic to "Unskilled Labor" by EmilyM.
JOB INTERVIEW
A nice looking, plump woman in her middle age knocked at the door. Upon hearing, "Come in," she opened the door to face another woman sitting at the desk, smiling at her with a big, white toothy grin.
"Miss Sheila O'Nan, I reckon?"
"Yes, I'm here about the job interview. I told you by phone I heard you need workers."
"I understand. My name is Monica Hollinger. But… well…"
"Yes?"
"First of all, may I ask for your medical certificate?"
"I don't have it, but let me explain. I don't think I need to deliver one. I am perfectly healthy. But if it's necessary, I'll get examined, of course."
"Yes, it's an absolutely necessary requirement. We can't just take our workers' word without its being verified by a doctor, even if you aren't a carrier of any illnesses which can be potentially threatening to our clients. But this is something you know yourself from your previous work."
"To be honest, I never worked in this profession."
"No?"
"I'll be sincere with you. It's not only like that I never worked in this profession but even apart from this, I don't have any experience in this very field almost at all. Well… I tried doing this a couple of times in my youth but I discovered it wasn't my cup of tea, colloquially speaking. But it is an easy job, it isn't a difficult thing to do, anybody can do it. I decided to apply for this job because I wanted to fix my finances."
"No experience at all? Well, Miss O'Nan, it is undoubtedly true that working here doesn't require any special qualifications because in fact any kind of physical work is something anybody can do but… well, it's typically younger people who work here. You are already 51. Also… you don't have the kind of physical build which is demanded from our workers and that can make your work difficult."
"Ah, I put on weight quite recently. Actually I wasn't ever thin but now my weight is 120 kilos. I'm trying to reduce my weight but it's difficult."
"Miss O'Nan, let me be completely honest with you. Can you think of any reason for which I should give you this job?"
"I possess an ability which can come in rather handy in this line of work."
With those words, Miss Sheila O'Nan shut her eyes to concentrate better and focused her whole attention on Miss Hollinger whose face reflected pure bliss now. Her eye lids fluttered and mouth opened, creating a perfect "o" but no sound came out.
"I forgot to mention I am a mutant," Miss O'Nan said matter of factly. "I can manipulate pheromones, making people experience bodily sensations much stronger than an ordinary orgasm. The effects of my powers can last as long as 15 minutes."
Monica Hollinger recovered and looked at the other woman now. Her look of shock was soon replaced by a wide smile which blossomed on her face. The woman reached out her hand to shake the hand of Miss O'Nan who smiled back.
"You are hired. Welcome to the "Sweet Delight" escort agency."
The End