Kat's Interview Ch. 02

Kat sat on the couch facing the huge window and the round table in the centre of the room. She started to make herself comfortable. The view was nice, and all the men seemed friendly so far, smiling at her as she walked by.

As she was enjoying the view, the door slammed open, and two men walked in, letting the door slam shut again behind them. The first man was definitely Mr King--he was tall and broad, with a thick, dark beard and the scent of cologne and cigarettes sticking to his skin. Behind him was a shorter man with curly blond hair, holding a clipboard and a camera. Walking straight to the head of the table where the swivel chair was, Mr King sat down with a huff, and his associate sat beside him. Both of them turned to stare at her as they settled into their chairs. Feeling a bit intimidated by the big man in front of her, Kat tried her best to smile while they sat in silence.

Finally, Mr King spoke, though still not to her. "Marty, get her picture before we start."

The blond man stood up and turned on the camera, finally turning his attention to Kat for the first time since they had entered the room. "We take pictures of all our candidates so that if they're hired, we can print out their security passes before their first day. We'll probably be taking more throughout the interview. Now stare straight ahead and smile."

Approaching Kat quickly without a smile on his face, he made her nervous again. Wanting the serious man to like her, she made sure to straighten her back completely and smiled sweetly as he took her photo with a bright flash.

"Show me," came King's booming voice from behind Marty, who brought the camera over to show him the picture. "Her shirt is ruining this. All the white will throw off the background." Finally looking up and making eye contact with Kat, he gave her his first order: "Undo the first two buttons of your shirt, or else the photo will turn out bad."

A bit nervous, as she knew the shirt was barely covering her as it was, Kat didn't want to disappoint the man in front of her. With shaking hands, she undid the top two buttons of her blouse. Marty walked up to her and pulled the sides of her shirt open, surprising her with the forwardness of the action. But before she could respond, her photo was taken again. As the two men looked at her picture, they smiled, easing the nervous butterflies in Kat's stomach as she hoped she appealed to them.

She certainly did, though not for the reason she thought. Her pretty, smiling face was fully in the frame, but so were her huge tits and pretty pink areolas. Mr King could already feel himself getting hard looking at the stupid bimbo in front of him. He usually kept the interviews a bit more tame so as not to scare off the sluts before offering them the job, but this stupid bimbo seemed like she hadn't even noticed anything wrong yet. The terrible urge to see how far he could push this naive girl was just too great.

"You have a great set of tits on you, girl. What did you say your name was again?"

Usually, Mr King would ease the girls into the naughtier part of the interview more slowly, but judging by her reaction to their treatment of her so far, she seemed too dumb to even notice what was happening or the dirty thoughts of the men around her.

Proving him right, Kat answered sweetly, not put off by the obvious pass at all. "Thank you, sir. My name is Kat. I was recommended by my landlord, Stan."

Smiling to himself even more now, King remembered why he had been so excited to meet this new candidate. His buddy Stan always had a knack for corrupting young, naive girls, and if Kat hadn't picked up on what Stan was doing to her, there was no reason for King to hold back at all.

Smiling at the dumb bitch, he turned his chair to face her completely. "Yes, Stan is a very good friend of mine. Let's hope you have a good interview, so I won't have to report anything negative back to him."

Kat's stomach dropped. Her worst fears from this morning were rushing back; if she lost her apartment, she would be homeless. She had to ace this job interview, no matter what it took. Mr King knew this--he knew that dangling that threat in front of her would be enough to quell any reluctance she might have toward his next command.

"Alright then, before we start this interview, stand up and remove those old rags from your body now."

Seeing the shock on her face made it hard for King and Marty to hold back their evil smirks. They usually warmed the sluts up a bit more before jumping to making them strip, but this girl seemed especially dumb, and the longer they could have her naked, the better.

"You want me to take off my clothes?" Still sitting and obviously confused, Kat had to run that request through her head a few times to make sure she had heard it correctly, unsure why the businessman in front of her needed her to strip.

"Let me ask you a question, Kat. Do you know what our company does?"

The booming, angry voice of Mr King made Kat shrink into her seat, feeling even more ashamed as she realised she had no idea what the company was even called. She had been so excited and nervous about the opportunity that she hadn't taken the time to research it. Looking down at her feet, she shyly answered, "No, sir. I'm very sorry, I do not."

Instantly, Kat felt the room grow cold. Mr King turned fully toward her, glaring, and from that look alone, Kat knew he was not a man she wanted to make angry.

"So this dumb bitch comes into my office, has no idea what my company does, yet questions how I run my interview? Doesn't that sound fucking stupid, Marty?"

Still staring Kat down as he talked to his associate, King's words were almost drowned out by the sound of Kat's pounding heart, though she barely caught Marty's dry reply.

"Now, as I said before, stand the fuck up and strip, and don't make me ask you again."

Instantly dominated by his stern tone, Kat shot to her feet and started undoing the rest of the buttons on her blouse.

"That's a good girl."

Hearing Mr King praise her sent a flush through her body, making her want to please the stern man even more.

"Lucky for you, I'm in a good mood. Rather than kick you out of my office right now for daring to talk back to me, I'll explain briefly what our office does--just a bit, as I'm sure you're not intelligent enough to understand it all."

Marty smirked at his boss's words, starting to get turned on by how oblivious this bimbo was to the humiliation King was subjecting her to. He raised the camera to snap a quick picture of Kat as she pulled down her skirt, leaving her standing there in only her ratty old underwear.

She looked up and blushed at the flash, but having just been yelled at by the intimidating Mr King, she didn't want to question them again.

"King Med is a sports pharmaceutical company. That means we deal in sports medicine--which, to sum it up for your little brain, means we expect all our employees to be in top physical condition. No one wants to buy drugs that claim to make you fit from a fatty. Lucky for us, Marty here is a licensed chiropractor, and he's an expert at determining someone's physical health."

Marty and King shared a look, trying to hold back their laughter. Marty was no chiropractor; the only thing he was interested in was pussy inspections.

Once Kat was down to her underwear, she felt nervous about what to do next. Her shirt was still in her hand, and her skirt was bunched around her ankles. Confused about what these men wanted, she stood there fully exposed, her face red, making no move to cover herself for fear of upsetting Mr King.

"What are you, a fucking slob? Pick up your skirt and fold it on the couch. How are you supposed to be a receptionist if you're dirty and disorganised?"

The booming voice of King jolted Kat back into action. "I'm so sorry, sir," Kat apologised as she quickly reached down to pick up her skirt, causing her big tits to spill even further out of her bra.

Mr King took great pleasure in watching her turn around to lay her folded clothes on the couch, her underwear so worn he could see the outline of her ass cheeks.

"Marty is going to take your picture as I ask you a few questions. Remember, a good receptionist should be able to multitask, so I want clear answers from you while Marty poses you for the shots."

Nodding her head in agreement, Kat didn't want to upset the man again.

Mr King started asking basic interview questions as Marty pulled her to the centre of the room and told her to stand with her hands on her hips. King kept the questions simple--easy enough for a bimbo like Kat to answer--keeping her occupied while Marty circled her, snapping pictures along the way.

As Kat tried to answer one of King's questions, Marty, now behind her, reached down and snagged the back of her panties with one hand, yanking them up into a wedgie. She couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips as the fabric slipped between her pussy lips and ass cheeks.

"I need a better look at your ass. Stop squirming and answer the questions properly." Marty followed his words with a harsh slap to Kat's ass and a few more quick pictures.

Mr King waited for her shaky reply, smiling. Not even fifteen minutes into the interview, and they already had this stupid slut photographed in only her underwear, with her big pussy lips and areolas on display.

He and Marty made a great team at coercing girls into degrading acts without them even realising it. King used his position as their boss to his advantage, knowing how these naive girls wanted powerful men to tell them what to do. With Marty beside him, they didn't give the girls a chance to question their actions before it was all caught on camera for the webcam site that--unbeknownst to the candidates--generated most of the building's income.

However, they had never managed to get a girl practically naked this fast, and King was excited to see how far they could push her.

"Marty, I have a good feeling about this one."

As he spoke, he watched the bimbo's face light up, knowing he had her right where he wanted her.

"Usually, Marty and I wait for the final round of interviews before we do a full physical health evaluation, but I've liked the answers you've given so far. So, we're going to jump right into the next part of the interview, if that's okay with you."

He saw Marty smirking behind the young girl, as Marty knew exactly what the next part of the process entailed. Usually, they took a few provocative pictures of the girls in their underwear and maybe squeezed in a few gropes here and there just to gauge how gullible they were and ease them into the next stage of the job. But this slut had already let them touch and strip her without so much as a glare at her harassers. If anything, the bimbo didn't even realise she was being harassed and groped.

Staring at her long legs and big tits--basically able to see everything through the sheer, warm material of her panties--King couldn't wait to humiliate her even more.