Chapter 3: Naughty Thoughts

I sat there with Chloe in the lobby silently gathering the last of my thoughts that I would need for the interview. In fact, it was so silent it seemed as if Death itself had silenced us and everything else in the room. Even the clock’s monotonous tick-tock or our slightly nervous breathing could not be heard over the silence. Sounds stupid, right? I mean how can silence be louder than something that is, well, not silent?

Snapping back into reality, I realize that my facial expression must have been amusing somehow as I turned and saw Chloe looking at me, putting a hand over her mouth at a weak attempt to hide or stop her cute giggling. This effort was soon rendered useless as she burst out laughing, albeit still eyeing me curiously. I was glad that she broke the silence though, seeing that I couldn’t think of anything else I would need in the interview that was soon to come anyway.

"What," I asked in a mock sad tone, “Do I really look that bad?”

“No, it’s just that you look really worried.”

“So you take pleasure in my suffering?” I muttered, continuing to feign sadness.

“Not as much pleasure as you intended to give your new boss if you get the job, I assure you” she retorted with a smile as my face turned red, yet again.

I gave her a cold stare and she laughed. Damn, she’s really good at doing that — both the cute laugh and making me blush. I decided to further push myself out of my anti-social shell by attempting to keep the conversation going.

“So, why do you want to become a Wonderbolt’s maid anyway?” I asked trying to sound as genuine as possible and not in any way challenging.

She looked at me, deep in thought. I took the time to study her more closely. She had light brown hair that seemed to complement her soft green eyes. Her cheek bones were quite high up on her face and her lips were small but robust. Did everyone have to be extremely good looking?

While I was busy admiring yet another female, she decided that she had a reasonable answer “I didn’t really want to be a maid; it’s just that I needed money and this sounded like an easy and possibly fun job. What about you? You didn’t come to the interview just to get in bed with Rainbow Dash did you?” she said with that grin plastered on her face. Well, this is getting old quickly.

“No,” I said trying to make it sound as sarcastic as possible “, to your surprise I didn’t come just to sleep with a Wonderbolt.”

“So, you really are trying to screw her aren’t you?” she managed to laugh out.

My expression quickly changed to one of annoyance. “Like I said before, that was a slip of the tongue.”
Before I realized that she would take that sentence the wrong way as well, she muttered “Hey, I don’t want to know how you plan to please her.”

I swear to God, I now know how a serial killer feels before they murder someone. She could obviously tell that I was not taking her jokes any better than before so she decided to switch topic.

“So, why did you want to become her maid?” she asked drowning her tone in fake innocence.

“Like I have mentioned several times before,” I gave her a cold stare, which she casually laughed off, “, I don’t really care which Wonderbolt I would serve if I got this job. I ,like you, need money and a place to stay and seeing that I am a pretty big fan of the W.B’s anyway I thought this would be the perfect job for me while I’m on my gap year. Besides, how could I turn down a chance at free food and rent, decent pay and hanging out with awesome flying stunt-ponies?”

“Good point. So, you actually really want this job, huh?” she asked.

“Umm…yeah I mean who wouldn’t?” I exclaimed, my voice adopting a curious tone.

“Well, I hate to disappoint you but that’s gonna make it so much easier for me to ace the interview and take the job from you,” she said with a mocking tone.

I stared at her, wondering how she got so competitive in less than a minute. She looked back at me before smiling and shaking her head, “Calm down, Andrew, I’m just joking around. Besides, I’m pretty sure you’re more qualified for this job then I am.”

“How so? I have no work experience so I’m pretty sure it’s safe to safe to say that we're both equally unqualified for this job,” I muttered with a laugh.

“Well, call me sexist but I’m sure that you would make a much better bodyguard than I would,” she said as looked up and down at my body.

“Look at that, your checking me out and apparently I’m the sex craved pervert here.” We shared a laugh at my first actual comeback.

As if reading my thoughts she smiled and said, “I’m still winning. Four to me, one to you my friend.”

“No fair. You're way better with naughty things than I am,” I said, again realizing my mistake too late.

“Oh, wouldn’t you like to know?” she said mustering a tone as sexy as she could manage. We both laughed at this, to the point where I almost fell out of my chair.

Does my brain just make me say these things on purpose just to torture me?

Before my brain could answer itself for its torturous crimes, the door to the hall that leads to the interview room opened.

The mare that entered the room with Rainbow Dash came out, not in nearly as bad of a state as any of the previous candidates. She wasn’t shaking, crying or muttering to herself like any of the others were; in fact I would say that she was kind of happy with herself, if the smile she seemed to be displaying was evidence of anything. She looked at us both and said, “Good luck”.

Before she left Ms. Dash called out, “I’ll have someone call you if you get the job,” The mare turned to her and nodded before exiting the building and taking flight into the night sky.

Rainbow Dash turned to both of us, “So, which one of you wants to go first?”

Chloe looked at me and giggled, obviously taking that question the dirty way, no doubt. I just looked at her and smiled while Rainbow looked at both of us. “Okay… you guys seem to be… interesting,” Dash managed to mutter out giving us an odd stare.

This in turn only got Chloe to transform her giggling into a full out laugh. When she was done she looked at me, “You wanna give it a shot, lover boy?” she asked me teasingly. I gave her my ice cold stare which she countered with her warm, teasing laugh.

“No, I’m good. Ladies first, I insist,” I said, again mustering as much sarcasm as possible.
She smiled got up and did a mocking courtesy accompanied with a wink, “Oh, if you insist good sir.” We both laughed at this before Rainbow looked at us once again with that odd stare, ‘You know what? Scratch what I said before. You guys are just plain weird.”

Of course this only made us laugh harder. Ms. Dash just looked at us and decided to share in our laughter while addressing Chloe, “Come on, I haven’t got all night.”

I looked at Chloe and wished her luck as she was lead off into the interview room, leaving me with my thoughts, but, this time, leaving me alone with them.

I tried to gather my thoughts for the storm that was sure to come in the interview room. I know I’ve messed up job interviews before when I was younger but I was passed that. This time I would know what to do and say. Besides, I really didn’t want to mess this chance up. Who knows when an opportunity like this would ever present itself again?

My mind wandered to Chloe and how she was fairing right now. I sent her a silent prayer and hoped the best for her. While I was sending her my regards, I couldn’t help but think to myself that I was going to need this way more than she is. I looked up at the clock and realized it was one minute till midnight.

“Well, crap. This has been a long night and it's going to be an even longer morning.”

Author's Note

Well, sorry for the delay guys but I got it out. Better late then never, right?
Also, I would like to thank Vellik ( https://www.fimfiction.net/user/Vellik ) for editing and proof-reading this chapter! Let him know how he did in the comments.
So, as usual constructive criticism is always appreciated!
Thanks for reading,
Sincerely, T.X.B