She wasn’t good at saying no. She wouldn’t have attended the job interview at all if she knew they were going to ask her to strip naked so they could take photographs, but she wasn’t good at saying no, so she blushingly did as she was told, not even asking who the photos were for or who they might be shared with, merely wishing that she had bigger, prettier tits, and that she had worn (or even owned) the kind of sexy lingerie that might please them better.
The interviewers enjoyed taking the photos, but really the trait that they were looking for was that difficulty in saying “no”, and she was clearly the best of all the girls they had interviewed in that particular area.
“We are offering you the job,” they told her. “You’ll have the duties of a secretary, but you will also be expected to look pretty, to occasionally let the office see you naked, and do anything any co-worker asks of you.”
Her mouth hung open in shock – and a little tremor of unexpected lust.
“What will I be paid?” she asked – knowing as she did that she was saying the wrong thing, that she should be saying “no” – only it was so hard to say…
The interviewer smiled. “Well, you’ll be paid substantially less than the minimum wage,” he said, “but the company will give you opportunities to occasionally fuck clients for money, on your own time, and we will provide a free lunch each day of dog food that you will be allowed to eat on all fours from a dog bowl by your desk. As a condition of employment your name will be legally changed to “Bitch”. Do you want the job?”
She cried, because she did not, but she *really* wasn’t good at saying no…
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