This little idea has been in my head for a few years, I just never knew how to write it until now! I hope you all like the first chapter and follow for updates. Remember to review as it helps us authors out greatly!
Description: Naruto is dared to attend an interview in drag, since the company only employs women, good thing there's no chance he'd get the job…Is there?
A/N: This story contains strong language and male on male relations, don't like it then don't read it and flame it afterwards, that's like eating a peanut knowing you're allergic. This is a SasuNaru story!
'Ugh, how did even let myself get talked into an idea like this? Was it the twelve beers or the blackmail? Ah, I can't remember!'
I sat in the grand reception area of one of the biggest companies in Konoha, the area was well lit with natural light coming from the tall glass windows. People buzzed around me, probably speaking of important business matters. I was sat on a comfortable black leather couch, there were several woman sat with me, all very intelligent, cool looking women. Stupid best friends getting me drunk and daring me to do something as outrageous as this, I've always been a man of my word but I was certainly regretting it now.
~ Flashback ~
"Chug, chug, chug!" My friends chanted, urging me to down the entire bottle of beer in one go. It wasn't my first beer of the evening and it probably wasn't my last. I could feel the cool beverage escaping the corners of my mouth and slipping down my neck. I held the empty bottle up in victory as my friends cheered in a drunken slur.
"Hey, I heard that that big…Uhm…Ya'know, the fancy place, skyscraper thing in the city? Well, I heard that they only employ women!" My friend, Inuzuka Kiba mentioned. Another friend of mine, Nara Shikamaru looked at him quizzically.
"You're telling us this why? Besides, the only unemployed one here is Naruto and as far as I can gather, he's a dude." Shikamaru said, it was true, finding work in this type of economy was tough, Shikamaru had his brains to help him and Kiba had…Well he had a job. Rock Lee, the last friend in my party who we didn't give alcoholic beverages to because of his antics the last time, decided to put in his two cents.
"I think it's terrible that they only employ women! I think it's sexist! Perhaps I should dress as a woman, walk in there and tell them what's what!" He said, folding his arms across his chest. We stared at him blankly for a second before Kiba continued.
"That's my idea see, I dare Naruto to dress as a chick and try get a job!" Kiba laughed, my eyes widened, oh no, he'd dared me, shit. There was one widely known fact about me, I never backed out of a dare, it didn't help that I was slightly intoxicated and found the idea as funny as Kiba did, I wouldn't regret it until the alcohol was out of my system and the only remnants would be a headache and the blurry memories of the night before.
"You know what dog face, I accept your dare!" I grinned, I ignored Shikamaru and Lee's attempts at telling me that it was, in fact a horrible idea, I knew it was but Kiba dared me and I couldn't go back on it now.
~ Flashback End ~
So here I sat, waiting for this interview dressed as a bloody woman! I surveyed the real ladies around me, all short skirts long hair and pretty faces. I hadn't shaved my legs so a skirt was out of the question, I had opted for long black trousers and a white blouse, the trousers meant that I could still wear boxers without anyone knowing and stay comfortable. The bra, that Kiba had stole from his girlfriend, wasn't so comfortable. It didn't help that my brunette, tattooed friend had shoved rolled up socks down there to 'Give me some oompf' as he had put it. They were beginning to irritate the skin. I didn't know where he acquired the long blonde, pony tailed wig from and I wasn't about to ask, I also wasn't going to ask how he learned to apply make-up so professionally.
I heard the rush of high heel shoes against the tiled floor and looked up, a girl, one of the hopefuls was rushing out, her face red, eyes teary. Obviously unsuccessful, poor thing.
"Candidate seventy-four please." The receptionist called. We'd all been given a number as we had entered the building, to know who was being interviewed when. I was number eighty, there were plenty of young ladies here, all hopeful to get a job in such a prestigious company. I sighed, I began to ponder which one of the ladies remaining would get the job, it certainly wasn't going to be me, I wasn't a lady and my resume wasn't even real! We'd talked Shikamaru into devising one since he had all the brains. I didn't even know what job I was supposed to be applying for! Admittedly though, after thoroughly checking myself out in the mirror this morning, I did make a pretty decent chick. It helped because I wasn't a beef cake, I was actually rather thin, not too tall, think I picked that up from my mother where as I got my looks from my Dad. Blonde, blue eyes, my mother still, to this day, argues that I have her nose.
"Candidate seventy-nine please." Seventy nine?! I hadn't even heard the others being called! That meant I was next! Oh shit, on no, bugger, fuck, shit. I cold just get up and leave now…Yeah! No one would look twice if I just got up and-
"Candidate eighty please." FUCK! I stood on shaky legs and followed the receptionist to wherever it was she was taking me. We stopped at one of the five elevators that lined the marbled walls. I thought my heart was going to push past the rolled up socks, burst through my chest and thud to floor as I watched the electronic numbers decrease until ding, it reached the bottom floor and I followed her inside.
"So..." She looked at a piece of paper attached to her clipboard. "Miss Uzumaki? What made you apply to be the CEO's personal assistant?" She asked, trying to make small talk…Wait…The CEO!?
"Uhm…I…-" Ding, I released a breath that I didn't know I was holding. The CEO, damn it! I was going to get arrested for sure! Did she even believe that horrible girl voice I had put on just now? She didn't seem phased, perhaps I was a better actor than I thought.
"Right this way please, Mr. Uchiha will see you now." She said, her face blank of any expression. She opened one side of the dark oak doors that we stood in front of. I entered in after her, the office, which was huge, was rather dark in comparison to downstairs in reception. Everything seemed black. All the wall decorations were black, the carpet was black, Jesus, who owned this place? Ozzy Osbourne? " , this is candidate eighty, Miss Naruko Uzumaki." The receptionist spoke, the chair, which the CEO was obviously sitting in spun from facing the window to facing the door where I stood.
'Oh shit, oh no, bugger, fuck, shit.'
The man was gorgeous! No wonder this place only employed women! He was probably banging some, most, all of them, I didn't know! Perhaps in some alternate universe I could have walked in here like the proud gay man I am and demanded this God's number. He was pale, not sickly looking though, his hair was black and styled in a way that I didn't quite understand, didn't gravity defy spikes like that? His eyes, I noticed as they flicked towards me, were black, much like everything in this room but they suited him, they looked dull though, bored almost.
"Miss Uzumaki, please, take a seat." Well damn, if his looks hadn't caused a boner then his voice sure did. It was deep, not gruff, dominating and strong. I shuffled quickly over to the wooden chair in which he had asked me to sit.
"Ah, thank you." My voice however sounded like I had been kicked in the nads ten times over. Fuckin' Kiba and his damn, drunken ideas. Prick. I continued to stare at the wonder before me as he flicked through the file that the receptionist had handed to him before she left the room.
"So, what sets you apart from all the other candidates that I've seen today?" He asked.
'The dick hanging between my legs probably.'
"Uhm, well, I have plenty of experience, I'm fun and outgoing, I like challenges and I'm a very quick learner." I answered, pretty damn good answer if you ask me.
"That's the same thing all the other hopefuls have said." said, leaning back in his chair with a bored look on his face. "You are different though, I just can't put my finger on it." He continued, raising one his dark eyebrows, maybe he could teach me how to do that if I got the job…Wait! I don't want the bloody job! What am I talking about?! "You understand the responsibilities of being a personal assistant don't you?" He asked, leaning forward to place his clasped hands on his large wooden desk.
"Get you coffee, photocopy some things, grab your jun- I mean lunch." I smiled. His eyebrow rose again.
"There is a lot more to it than that Miss Uzumaki. I require you to meet my needs whenever I call you, regardless of what it is I'm asking. You'll accompany me to meetings, take notes, organise important files…Grabbing my lunch is only a small part of the role." He smirked, a sexy smirk at that, I gulped. Geez, whoever got this job was in for a treat. Great, now I had upset myself, what if one of those chicks downstairs got the job? They'd get to spend everyday marveling at the beautiful man before me while I looked on from my one bed apartment wishing it was me. "You do look like a smart young woman though, perhaps you could pick it up quicker than any of the dim witted girls who've entered my office this morning." He said.
"That's a bit rude Sir. They're not dim witted, they're probably all very intelligent and all they're trying to do is impress you and earn a job in one of the biggest companies in the city." I retaliated, it wasn't fair for him to pick on innocent people just because he sat in a seat of power. Both his eyebrows raised this time, I could just imagine him calling security and getting me thrown out of here.
"Well, not one of the candidates has ever spoken to me like that. Thank you for your time Miss Uzumaki, someone will be in touch with you shortly." He said before spinning his chair back to face the window. "You may leave now." He finished. Well at least I could safely say that I wasn't getting the job after pissing off the boss. I shrugged and stood from my chair. My hand hand no longer pulled the handle of the door before I heard his voice again. "Oh and Miss Uzumaki? A word of warning, I like my coffee black."
Of course he liked his coffee black…Everything was black! Wait…Why was he telling me that…
Oh shit, oh no, bugger, fuck, shit.
Did I just get a job?!
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