The Interview

[In the woods 23]

Story contains: accidental pants wetting.

Jacob walked quickly down the hall to the conference rooms nearest the building entrance. He stopped in front of a door marked Interview Room #2, finding it already open. He was a minute late to start the interview and it looked like the previous interviewer, Jennifer, was in a rush to leave.

"It was nice to meet you, Emma" said Jennifer as she stood up. "OK, Jacob, it's all yours."

Jacob sat down across from Emma and gave her a moment to finish erasing the whiteboard, where she had apparently just solved some equations. She was petite, with short brown hair in a pixie cut, and she was dressed conservatively in a lavender blouse and pants. He couldn't see her face at first, but when she finished she turned around and smiled at him nervously and he noticed she had a really cute face.

If this had been a party, Jacob might have been intimidated talking to a cute girl, but interviewing was a normal part of his job at the large tech company he worked for in San Diego, so he introduced himself and launched into his brief intro to himself and what the interview would cover. Then he asked her to tell him a little bit about herself.

"Well, my name is Emma, and I'm graduating this spring" she started. As she told him about some of her courses and her previous internships, he found himself a little bit captivated by her dark brown eyes. He had to remind himself to keep it professional. He had been with this company for five years, ever since college, so he had lots of experience interviewing, and it gave him confidence.

When the intros were done, he described the problem he wanted her to solve. "Take your time, and please think out loud," he said. "There's no single right answer. I want to see how you problem-solve. Please feel free to ask me any questions, and be sure to write your thoughts and draw diagrams on the whiteboard."

Emma may have been nervous at first but she grew more confident once she heard the problem. She asked a few clarifying questions and then started drawing a diagram.

"This reminds me of a problem I ran into during my last internship," she explained. "Let me sketch out how I solved that one, and then adapt it to this scenario."

Jacob sat back in his chair, impressed. While he'd seen lots of candidates do well in his interviews, it was rare for a fresh college grad to know what to do so quickly.

For the next 20 minutes, Emma worked on her solution while Jacob took notes and gave her supportive feedback. He was completely in interviewing mode now, his initial impression of her physical appearance was almost completely forgotten because now she was a real person - with interesting ideas and experience. He was predicting she'd probably ace her interviews and get an offer for sure. Actually, she was so good, she'd probably have her pick of companies.

 

Then suddenly everything changed. It happened so quickly it was over before he could even process it. The door opened, and another employee barged in, not paying attention. Emma had her back to the door, writing on the whiteboard, and backed up to see what was happening, running right into the intruder.

She let out a startled cry as they collided. The employee, embarrassed, mumbled "sorry, wrong room" and left before even waiting for acknowledgement. The door slammed shut.

Emma had her hand on her chest. "OMG, that scared me half to death," she said, saying the letters "O M G" out loud. "Where was I? ....Oh, shit!" she said as she sat down.

Jacob wasn't sure what had happened.

Emma was talking out loud, looking in no particular direction. "Well, I just bombed this interview. Good thing nobody knows me in this city."

She looked over at Jacob, who had a puzzled expression.

She stood up and gestured to her pants. He realized they were wet in the crotch area, and a little bit was running down her leg.

"Oh shit!" said Jacob. "I was running late, I totally forgot that I was supposed to ask you if you needed to use the bathroom before we started!"

"A little late for that," she said with some sarcasm in her voice. "Plus, it's my fault. I'm a big girl. I should have asked."

They both sat there for a moment, feeling very awkward, neither one really knowing what to do next.

"I'm not exactly in the mood to finish writing up my solution now," she said, gesturing at the whiteboard.

"I understand," said Jacob. "It's okay, you were nearly done and you were doing great."

"Not that it matters," she said. "There's no way I'm continuing all day looking like this."

Jacob thought for a moment. "Wait," he said, "I've got an idea. Maybe I can get you something to wear."

"You don't have to do that," Emma said.

"At least let me try," pleaded Jacob.

Emma didn't say anything. Jacob opened his laptop and sent a Slack message to the #in_office channel.

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Someone spilled on their outfit. Anyone have any extra clothes they could borrow for the day, anonymously? Looking for any women's bottoms, petite.

It was a bit company. He was hoping someone would see the message and be willing to help. A few employees responded with funny emoji, but thankfully within a minute he had a DM from someone who worked on the 2nd floor. She had a cream-colored skirt, would that work?

Jacob quickly replied that it'd be great, and asked her to meet him by the first floor restrooms.

He turned to Emma. "Just wait here. I don't think anyone else is going go barge in here. The interview isn't over for 15 more minutes."

Emma just nodded. She didn't know what to think.

Jacob returned a few minutes later with the skirt.

 

Emma saw it, looked at Jacob right in the eye and said, "Wow, you really are my hero, you know that? These actually look pretty good."

Before he could even respond, he realized that she had started pulling her wet pants down, right in front of him, giving him a good look at her panties, which also had a wet spot. He couldn't help but notice a bit of cameltoe, but he was so embarrassed that he turned away.

"I don't even care what you see," said Emma, as she finished pulling her pants off and started stepping into the skirt. "You already know my secret, so if I can't trust you, who can I trust?"

Jacob smiled back at her, seeing out of the corner of his eye as she finished pulling her skirt up, but with all of his might he kept his eyes on her face. It was even more effort because he was feeling turned on by the way she had just stripped off in front of him, so nonchalant.

Emma rolled up her pants so the wet part was completely hidden, and shoved them to the bottom of her bag. "Let's hope they don't smell."

Jacob laughed.

"You know," Emma said, "thanks to you, I think I might be able to at least finish this day of interviewing."

"Your secret is safe with me," Jacob said.

"I trust you," Emma said. "I mean, I don't really care at this point if you said I failed the interview. Just let me finish the day with my dignity intact and then I can walk out of here and never see anyone from this company ever again."

That made Jacob a bit disappointed. It must have shown on his face, because she responded.

"I'm just kidding. Thanks to you, nobody else has to know. Maybe if I get this job I can forget this ever happened. As long as I never see you again."

This time she said it in such a playful way that he was pretty sure she was kidding.

"Sounds like a plan," he said. "Hey, there's a few minutes left before the next interview. Anything you need?"

"Oh, like a visit to the bathroom, or some new pants?" she quipped. They both laughed. "Yeah, probably not a bad idea. OK, I'll visit the restroom before my next interview. Try to regain my composure. Hey, maybe I could meet you later so you could get this skirt back to its owner?"

"Sure", Jacob said. He gave her his number. "I'll be here until 5, but I don't live that far away either. Text me when you're ready and we can meet up."

"I'd like that," she said, giving him a little wink as she walked to the bathroom.

Jacob found himself looking forward to seeing her later. That certainly wasn't something that happened every day.

Edited April 21, 2022 by In the woods
Added description at the top.