JOB INTERVIEW: Part One
Hearing a knock at his office door, Joe looked up from his paperwork. There stood a smiling, reddish-haired man sporting a thick red mustache along with a few days’ growth of rusty stubble. He wore heavy work boots, faded blue jeans, and a skintight gray t-shirt that seemed to be painted onto the bulging, rippled muscles of his torso. “I’m here about the warehouse job,” he said in a deep voice, waving a paper in his hand.
Joe stood up and motioned him in. “Oh, right! Come on in and have a seat. And you can go ahead and close the door there, if you would.”
The red-haired man pulled the office door shut, walked over to the desk, and handed the completed job application to Joe. “I'm Mac O'Reilly,” he said, offering his hand to Joe who shook it firmly.
“Pleased to meet you, Mac. Joe Broderick.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Broderick.”
“Oh please, call me Joe. We’re very informal around here. Have a seat.” He skimmed over the application as Mac sat down. “So you’re interested in the warehouse job, are you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How’d you find out about this job?”
“I saw a posting for it on the bulletin board down at my gym.” Joe studied the application a little more and then set it down on his desk and leaned back in his chair.
“Well, first of all, let me tell you this ain’t an easy job. It’s very physical. Takes considerable strength and endurance. That's why I posted this job around at some of the local gyms. You’d be loading boxes onto trucks, and some of the boxes can weigh anywhere from 50 to 75 pounds. And it’s steady too. Pretty much non-stop, so there’s not a lot of sitting around time. Think you could handle that?”
“Yes, sir. I think I could handle that without any problem.”
“Well, I don’t doubt that, Mac. From the looks of those muscles there, I’d say you could probably juggle most of these boxes with one hand tied behind your back.”
Mac just grinned. “Well, I’m not much of a juggler.” Both men laughed.
“Just so you’re not afraid of a little hard work. That’s my main concern,” Joe responded.
“No sir. Actually, I’m looking for a job that’s going to give me a good workout. Something where I can work up a good sweat.”
“Well, then you came to the right place, Mac! I promise, your shirt will be soaked through to the skin by the end of your shift.”
“Sounds great!” he replied with a smile.
“That’s assuming, of course, you’re still wearing a shirt,” Joe added with a chuckle. “Most of the crew is usually stripped to the waist by the end of their shift. It can get kind of warm down there in the warehouse, and we’re pretty lax about a dress code around here. I think it’s good for a man to be able to strip off his shirt if he wants when doing physical labor. You know what I mean?”
“Sure do, Joe, sure do,” Mac responded. “It’s a guy thing, I guess.”
“Absolutely! Real men don’t need shirts, right?” Joe added with a grin. “Now another thing I want to make sure you’re clear on is that this is just a part-time job. I know you already saw the work schedule listed on the job posting, but I want to be sure you understand it’s not full-time. I can guarantee you 20 hours a week, and it could possibly go as high as 30 during a busy week, but that’s about it. I just want to be clear on that. This is just part-time.”
“I understand that.”
“So that’s not a problem for you?”
“No, not at all. I actually have another job, so I’m not really looking for full-time work. Just part-time.”
“You say you have another job?” Joe looked at Mac and speculated if he might be a personal trainer or some kind of bodybuilder or something. “Now that other job won’t interfere with your job here, will it?”
“No. It’s pretty flexible. Occasionally, I have to travel out of town, in which case I might need to be gone for a couple of days here and there, but that usually only happens over a weekend. And if I ever did need to take a couple of days off, I would always give you plenty of notice.”
“OK.” Joe paused a few seconds then asked, “You don’t happen to be a professional bodybuilder, do you?”
“No.” Mac shook his head and smiled at this question. “At least not a professional one. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, I just thought you looked like you could be. You mentioned the gym earlier, and I usually only see muscles like yours on the cover of Muscle and Fitness magazine.”
“Well, thanks,” Mac replied.
“You know, I used to have aspirations of being a pro bodybuilder in my younger days.”
“Really?” Mac interjected. “I can believe that. I’m not the only man here who looks like he could juggle 75 pound boxes.”
“Well, I don’t know about that, Mac! Maybe in my younger days, but thanks! Flattery will get you everywhere.” He laughed. “Anyway, I just thought maybe you needed to be gone for competitions and things like that. That’s why I asked, but it’s really none of my business. Sorry.”
“Hey, no problem. I appreciate the compliment!” Mac smiled. He liked how this interview was going.
“I just want to emphasize again, I need to have someone I can definitely depend on being here. I guess I’m just a little concerned about how this other job of yours might interfere.”
“You could definitely depend on me, Joe. It wouldn’t be a problem.” Mac could see Joe was starting to have some reservations.
“Are any of these references you put down here from your other job?”
“Uh, no,” Mac answered. “Those are just a couple of personal references and a former employer.”
“Well, would you mind if I gave a call to someone at your other job?”
Mac hesitated a moment. “Well, Joe, I’m not sure that’s the best idea. Maybe it’s best if I just explained what my other job is. I mean, I believe in being up front about things.”
“Well, good, Mac. So do I. I like a man who lays it on the line. No games.”
“Good. Me too. So I’m just going to tell you about this other job of mine, and if you have a problem with it, then I guess this is the time to deal with it…before we go any further.”
“Well, okay. Like I said, it’s really none of my business, but if it’s going to cause any problems with you working here, I sure would like to know about it.”
“I can promise you it wouldn’t interfere with my work here, but you might have a problem with it personally, so I’d just feel better being honest with you about my other line of work. I wouldn’t want you to think I was trying to hide something or anything like that. Like you said, lay it on the line.”
“OK,” Joe replied, leaning back in his chair, locking his strong arms behind his head. “Lay it on the line, buddy. I’m listening.” He gave Mac his full attention, wondering if he was about to reveal some kind of dubious activity. Something illegal? He suddenly wondered if he really did want to hear what was about to come out of Mac’s mouth.
“Well, I’m in the entertainment business,” Mac stated.
“Entertainment?” Joe leaned forward again, obviously intrigued. “Really? You’re like an actor?”
“Not exactly.”
“What? A stunt man?”
“Well, more like a performer actually,” he replied.
“A performer?” Joe had a perplexed look on his face.
“Yeah,” Mac continued, “I perform in videos.” Then he added, “Adult videos.”
Joe let out a whoop and grinned from ear to ear. “Adult videos? You mean like a porn star?”
“Well, I wouldn’t call myself a star,” Mac responded, grinning coyly, then added, "Yet!" His grin broadened.
Joe just shook his head and laughed. “Ah, you’re just dicking with me now, ain’t ya?”
“No sir, I’m serious.”
“No shit! So you actually get paid to fuck women in front of a camera?”
“Well…not exactly.” Mac hesitated a moment. “Actually, I mostly work in gay porn flicks, so there aren't a lot of women around.” Joe’s eyes were getting bigger by the second as Mac continued. “I hope you don’t have a problem with that, Joe, but if you do, I guess you better speak up now because that’s what I do, and I plan to keep on doing it. Like I said, I believe in being up front about things.”
“Hey buddy, that’s cool. I respect that. Whatever puts lead in your pencil! I don’t have a problem with it. I just can’t get over having a real live porn star right here in my office!” Joe just shook his head and chuckled. “Can’t say I’ve had many porn stars apply for jobs here. Gay, straight, or otherwise. Adult videos! Now that’s got to be an interesting line of work.”
“Well, it’s not always as exciting as you might think, but I like it. It can actually be pretty hard work…no pun intended. But it’s fun and the money’s not bad.”
“Wow! I’m impressed. It takes a special kind of man to make it in that business, am I right?”
“Well, I don’t know how special I am.”
“Ah, come on now! You know what I mean.” Joe pointed to his crotch. “Great body. Well endowed.” He winked and grinned.
“Yeah, I suppose so.” Mac grinned back.
“Oh come on, Mac. I’ve seen the guys in those videos. They’re all hung like stallions. Fucking huge!”
“Well, I guess I didn’t get my break in the biz because of my acting abilities, if that’s what you mean.” His grin widened.
“Yeehaw! That’s what I thought!” responded Joe, laughing. "It ain't about the acting, that's for sure. And since we’re being up front here about stuff, I’m just gonna ask you. How big are you?”
“What?” Mac responded. “Are you serious?” He started laughing. “Do you ask all your job applicants how big their dicks are?”
“Just the ones in the porn business,” Joe replied with a chuckle. “I’m just curious, that’s all. I know you must be big or you wouldn’t be in the business, right? You just said so yourself. And I figure you probably don’t mind bragging a bit. I mean you’ve got to be a bit of an exhibitionist to be in porn. Am I right?”
“Well, I can’t deny that.” He grinned broadly. “Is it going to help me get this job if I show off a bit?”
"Well, it wouldn't hurt," Joe replied and then laughed. "I'm just kidding, Mac. Actually, you already have the job. It's yours if you want it. In fact, you pretty much had the job the moment you walked through the door. A big strong, hardworking guy like yourself is just what I’m looking for in this position. The job is all yours if you’re still interested. Consider the interview over. This has nothing to do with the job. We’re just a couple of guys chattin’ now. Man to man.”
“Well, thanks for the job offer, Joe. I’ll take it.” Mac leaned forward and shook Joe’s big hand. “When do I start?”
“How about tomorrow morning? Eight o’clock sharp. That is, unless you’ve got some porn shoot to go to or something!” Joe laughed again. He was obviously enjoying this.
Mac just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Eight sounds great.”
“All right! Welcome to the company,” said Joe. “And we can deal with all the paperwork when you come in tomorrow.” He leaned back in his chair. “So now that we’ve got that all settled, tell me more about the porn business. How’d you get started in that?”
Hearing a knock at his office door, Joe looked up from his paperwork. There stood a smiling, reddish-haired man sporting a thick red mustache along with a few days’ growth of rusty stubble. He wore heavy work boots, faded blue jeans, and a skintight gray t-shirt that seemed to be painted onto the bulging, rippled muscles of his torso. “I’m here about the warehouse job,” he said in a deep voice, waving a paper in his hand.
Joe stood up and motioned him in. “Oh, right! Come on in and have a seat. And you can go ahead and close the door there, if you would.”
The red-haired man pulled the office door shut, walked over to the desk, and handed the completed job application to Joe. “I'm Mac O'Reilly,” he said, offering his hand to Joe who shook it firmly.
“Pleased to meet you, Mac. Joe Broderick.”
“Nice to meet you, Mr. Broderick.”
“Oh please, call me Joe. We’re very informal around here. Have a seat.” He skimmed over the application as Mac sat down. “So you’re interested in the warehouse job, are you?”
“Yes, sir.”
“How’d you find out about this job?”
“I saw a posting for it on the bulletin board down at my gym.” Joe studied the application a little more and then set it down on his desk and leaned back in his chair.
“Well, first of all, let me tell you this ain’t an easy job. It’s very physical. Takes considerable strength and endurance. That's why I posted this job around at some of the local gyms. You’d be loading boxes onto trucks, and some of the boxes can weigh anywhere from 50 to 75 pounds. And it’s steady too. Pretty much non-stop, so there’s not a lot of sitting around time. Think you could handle that?”
“Yes, sir. I think I could handle that without any problem.”
“Well, I don’t doubt that, Mac. From the looks of those muscles there, I’d say you could probably juggle most of these boxes with one hand tied behind your back.”
Mac just grinned. “Well, I’m not much of a juggler.” Both men laughed.
“Just so you’re not afraid of a little hard work. That’s my main concern,” Joe responded.
“No sir. Actually, I’m looking for a job that’s going to give me a good workout. Something where I can work up a good sweat.”
“Well, then you came to the right place, Mac! I promise, your shirt will be soaked through to the skin by the end of your shift.”
“Sounds great!” he replied with a smile.
“That’s assuming, of course, you’re still wearing a shirt,” Joe added with a chuckle. “Most of the crew is usually stripped to the waist by the end of their shift. It can get kind of warm down there in the warehouse, and we’re pretty lax about a dress code around here. I think it’s good for a man to be able to strip off his shirt if he wants when doing physical labor. You know what I mean?”
“Sure do, Joe, sure do,” Mac responded. “It’s a guy thing, I guess.”
“Absolutely! Real men don’t need shirts, right?” Joe added with a grin. “Now another thing I want to make sure you’re clear on is that this is just a part-time job. I know you already saw the work schedule listed on the job posting, but I want to be sure you understand it’s not full-time. I can guarantee you 20 hours a week, and it could possibly go as high as 30 during a busy week, but that’s about it. I just want to be clear on that. This is just part-time.”
“I understand that.”
“So that’s not a problem for you?”
“No, not at all. I actually have another job, so I’m not really looking for full-time work. Just part-time.”
“You say you have another job?” Joe looked at Mac and speculated if he might be a personal trainer or some kind of bodybuilder or something. “Now that other job won’t interfere with your job here, will it?”
“No. It’s pretty flexible. Occasionally, I have to travel out of town, in which case I might need to be gone for a couple of days here and there, but that usually only happens over a weekend. And if I ever did need to take a couple of days off, I would always give you plenty of notice.”
“OK.” Joe paused a few seconds then asked, “You don’t happen to be a professional bodybuilder, do you?”
“No.” Mac shook his head and smiled at this question. “At least not a professional one. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, I just thought you looked like you could be. You mentioned the gym earlier, and I usually only see muscles like yours on the cover of Muscle and Fitness magazine.”
“Well, thanks,” Mac replied.
“You know, I used to have aspirations of being a pro bodybuilder in my younger days.”
“Really?” Mac interjected. “I can believe that. I’m not the only man here who looks like he could juggle 75 pound boxes.”
“Well, I don’t know about that, Mac! Maybe in my younger days, but thanks! Flattery will get you everywhere.” He laughed. “Anyway, I just thought maybe you needed to be gone for competitions and things like that. That’s why I asked, but it’s really none of my business. Sorry.”
“Hey, no problem. I appreciate the compliment!” Mac smiled. He liked how this interview was going.
“I just want to emphasize again, I need to have someone I can definitely depend on being here. I guess I’m just a little concerned about how this other job of yours might interfere.”
“You could definitely depend on me, Joe. It wouldn’t be a problem.” Mac could see Joe was starting to have some reservations.
“Are any of these references you put down here from your other job?”
“Uh, no,” Mac answered. “Those are just a couple of personal references and a former employer.”
“Well, would you mind if I gave a call to someone at your other job?”
Mac hesitated a moment. “Well, Joe, I’m not sure that’s the best idea. Maybe it’s best if I just explained what my other job is. I mean, I believe in being up front about things.”
“Well, good, Mac. So do I. I like a man who lays it on the line. No games.”
“Good. Me too. So I’m just going to tell you about this other job of mine, and if you have a problem with it, then I guess this is the time to deal with it…before we go any further.”
“Well, okay. Like I said, it’s really none of my business, but if it’s going to cause any problems with you working here, I sure would like to know about it.”
“I can promise you it wouldn’t interfere with my work here, but you might have a problem with it personally, so I’d just feel better being honest with you about my other line of work. I wouldn’t want you to think I was trying to hide something or anything like that. Like you said, lay it on the line.”
“OK,” Joe replied, leaning back in his chair, locking his strong arms behind his head. “Lay it on the line, buddy. I’m listening.” He gave Mac his full attention, wondering if he was about to reveal some kind of dubious activity. Something illegal? He suddenly wondered if he really did want to hear what was about to come out of Mac’s mouth.
“Well, I’m in the entertainment business,” Mac stated.
“Entertainment?” Joe leaned forward again, obviously intrigued. “Really? You’re like an actor?”
“Not exactly.”
“What? A stunt man?”
“Well, more like a performer actually,” he replied.
“A performer?” Joe had a perplexed look on his face.
“Yeah,” Mac continued, “I perform in videos.” Then he added, “Adult videos.”
Joe let out a whoop and grinned from ear to ear. “Adult videos? You mean like a porn star?”
“Well, I wouldn’t call myself a star,” Mac responded, grinning coyly, then added, "Yet!" His grin broadened.
Joe just shook his head and laughed. “Ah, you’re just dicking with me now, ain’t ya?”
“No sir, I’m serious.”
“No shit! So you actually get paid to fuck women in front of a camera?”
“Well…not exactly.” Mac hesitated a moment. “Actually, I mostly work in gay porn flicks, so there aren't a lot of women around.” Joe’s eyes were getting bigger by the second as Mac continued. “I hope you don’t have a problem with that, Joe, but if you do, I guess you better speak up now because that’s what I do, and I plan to keep on doing it. Like I said, I believe in being up front about things.”
“Hey buddy, that’s cool. I respect that. Whatever puts lead in your pencil! I don’t have a problem with it. I just can’t get over having a real live porn star right here in my office!” Joe just shook his head and chuckled. “Can’t say I’ve had many porn stars apply for jobs here. Gay, straight, or otherwise. Adult videos! Now that’s got to be an interesting line of work.”
“Well, it’s not always as exciting as you might think, but I like it. It can actually be pretty hard work…no pun intended. But it’s fun and the money’s not bad.”
“Wow! I’m impressed. It takes a special kind of man to make it in that business, am I right?”
“Well, I don’t know how special I am.”
“Ah, come on now! You know what I mean.” Joe pointed to his crotch. “Great body. Well endowed.” He winked and grinned.
“Yeah, I suppose so.” Mac grinned back.
“Oh come on, Mac. I’ve seen the guys in those videos. They’re all hung like stallions. Fucking huge!”
“Well, I guess I didn’t get my break in the biz because of my acting abilities, if that’s what you mean.” His grin widened.
“Yeehaw! That’s what I thought!” responded Joe, laughing. "It ain't about the acting, that's for sure. And since we’re being up front here about stuff, I’m just gonna ask you. How big are you?”
“What?” Mac responded. “Are you serious?” He started laughing. “Do you ask all your job applicants how big their dicks are?”
“Just the ones in the porn business,” Joe replied with a chuckle. “I’m just curious, that’s all. I know you must be big or you wouldn’t be in the business, right? You just said so yourself. And I figure you probably don’t mind bragging a bit. I mean you’ve got to be a bit of an exhibitionist to be in porn. Am I right?”
“Well, I can’t deny that.” He grinned broadly. “Is it going to help me get this job if I show off a bit?”
"Well, it wouldn't hurt," Joe replied and then laughed. "I'm just kidding, Mac. Actually, you already have the job. It's yours if you want it. In fact, you pretty much had the job the moment you walked through the door. A big strong, hardworking guy like yourself is just what I’m looking for in this position. The job is all yours if you’re still interested. Consider the interview over. This has nothing to do with the job. We’re just a couple of guys chattin’ now. Man to man.”
“Well, thanks for the job offer, Joe. I’ll take it.” Mac leaned forward and shook Joe’s big hand. “When do I start?”
“How about tomorrow morning? Eight o’clock sharp. That is, unless you’ve got some porn shoot to go to or something!” Joe laughed again. He was obviously enjoying this.
Mac just shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Eight sounds great.”
“All right! Welcome to the company,” said Joe. “And we can deal with all the paperwork when you come in tomorrow.” He leaned back in his chair. “So now that we’ve got that all settled, tell me more about the porn business. How’d you get started in that?”
To be continued...
