Your butt is hypnotizing!!!
They left all their worries in the back of their mind and began ravishing internet. Some watched their favorite movies, some took out their headphones and listened to the songs, while an impatient egg at the corner of the hall believed that he was in blind spot of the camera and continued watching porn.
But unknown to them every single action of them was being watched. The impatient egg was immediately banished from the Carter Enterprises… though not literally.
When they were all indulged in their own world a person entered the room and gave them a set of instructions. The people who were immersed in their own world did not catch the first few rules. But they ignored it because the person had already left saying that the process is delayed.
Mrs. Parker was also watching a drama in her mobile but when the person entered she was vigilant. She listened to all the instructions clearly. She was not lost in her world to the extent that she was oblivious to her surroundings.
The wait was still on.
The clock struck three in the afternoon when Mrs. Parker noticed that something was off. Everyone around her were snickering but when she looked at them the men got embarrassed and turned their heads while the women hung their head down not looking at her.
Finally a young girl could not bear it and indicated her with her chin to turn back . When the innocent Mrs. Parker turned around she caught the culprit in the act.
ONE HOUR AGO:
The person seating behind Mrs. Parker was an Artist. He took out his pencil and a paper as early as ten O' Clock. He was immersed in his art till the person who gave the instructions came in.
After the person left, he just glanced at all sides that is until he noticed something. He saw the lady sitting in front of him.
Though he could not see her face he saw something else, her perfectly sculpted, huge butt. He was immediately inspired.
The artist in him was dancing butt naked in his mind. Who does not know that what artists desire the most is inspiration?
He began drawing the back view of the lady seated in an industrial café chair. He drew the upper part of the drawing pretty easily but when he wanted to draw her butt he was stuck.
How can he draw her butt so easily? He had a mediocre talent but he had passion for art. He watched her butt for a long time. It was so beautiful, sexy and…and… He just could not describe his feelings it in words.
It was as if the art inside him wanted to break out of his rib cage, his chest swelled and he was determined to complete the drawing.
Suddenly an idea hit his head like a hammer. He looked at all sides and noticed that everyone was busy. He raised his hand a little. The height was also just right. He began tracing her butt slowly with his pencil in air.
He slowly outlined her butt just a few cms away from her butt without touching her. He outlined it in air and drew it on the paper. He then erased it and again traced it in air. He shook his head and traced it again in air. This process repeated and continued until he drew her entire butt.
When he saw his masterpiece he was not satisfied instead greed filled him. He decided to shade his drawing. The skirt was a little creased near her butt crack. He was in the middle of tracing the creases with his pencil, Until...….
Mrs. Parker caught him in the act. When Mrs. Parker turned around the pencil was right at her butt crack. Because he was startled, he jerked his hand and..... the pencil touched her.
The snickering around him became loud suddenly. He blinked a few times before he realized what he was doing.
He was so embarrassed that he wanted to disappear instantly. What the hell was he thinking? He was a decent and dignified gentleman till an hour ago and he suddenly became a pervert? Why? When did it all start? Right! It started when he saw the beautiful butt of the lady… why did he lose his senses? Was he mesmerized? No… no… no… More like he was hypnotized!
"What are you doing Mister?" he heard a soothing voice. Without thinking much he blurted out.
"Your butt is hypnotizing!!!" He was again struck when he realized what he said.
"I-I am so-so sorry… I just wanted to draw something." He stuttered and also waved his masterpiece before her for her to see that he was not lying.
The whole hall broke into fits of laughter. Some witnessed the scene while the others listened to the gossip and laughed. Mrs. Parker became famous in an instant.
They all laughed till everyone had tears in their eyes. Though they were gloating at his embarrassment everyone had to agree to one thing. That is…
'Her butt was hypnotizinggggggggg'.
When Mrs. Parker saw that the man was on the verge of tears she did not embarrass him further. She just took the paper from his hands and looked at it. It was a beautiful piece of art.
She kept it in her papers and smiled, "Let's just say we are even now..."..... 'Almost!!' she did not say the last part.
He smiled awkwardly and coughed a little. But he was wailing loudly on the inside. His beautiful piece of art!! His masterpiece! Gone!! Just like that…
Well, at least better than being battered. He forgot one thing. His eyes widened at the realisation. What if he took the drawing home and got caught by his wife?
Well.. cough.. He did emphasize on that cough....part in his drawing...
Ahem… Yes... at least he escaped the catastrophe.
He calmed down again thinking like this but he missed the mischievous glint in certain someone's eyes.
When the clock struck five the screening process was declared to end. Ten people's names were called upon. Mrs. Parker was one of them. The others were rejected. Though a lot of people especially 'Fanatics' were dejected it was understandable because how can they all accommodate in a single job.
The 'Fanatics' were sure that there will be a new interview for THE secretary in a months' time or if they are lucky probably in a few days time. They all vowed to meet Owen at least once in their life.
When Mr. Artist left the venue after being rejected he was uneasy due to the snickering around him. He thought that it was because of the earlier episode. But he was wrong. His back had a sticky note with a single line written on it.
"I am a butt artist".
Mrs. Parker sniggered. 'Well Mr. Artist let's see how you are going to answer Mrs. Artist!!'
She left happily.