Kat's Interview Ch. 03

"But first, take off those disgusting undergarments. They are obviously old and gross, and as you have seen, this building is expensive, and we expect our workers to be just as perfect. You're a gorgeous girl, but it's being ruined by those disgusting old pieces of shit. Take them off and give them to me now."

Kat's entire face went red. She had always been embarrassed by the old underwear she was stuck wearing and sad that she had nothing better, but to be called out on it during an interview was enough to almost make her cry. Shamefully--knowing that Mr King was right and that her old, gross underwear would never fit in here--she slowly took off the pieces and held them in her hand.

"Good. Now, come put them on the table in front of me."

Shyly, Kat walked over, hyper-aware of the fact that she was now completely naked in front of the two men in a room with floor-to-ceiling windows. She was too scared to look out the window and see just how close the neighbouring building was, worried that anyone could see right through the glass.

As she approached the table, Mr King grabbed her wrist and spun her so that she was standing right in front of him. He lifted her arms straight up to her shoulders and told her to stay still. Wanting the approval of the men, she held as still as she could while his eyes trailed all the way down her front. Two large hands reached up to her tits and roughly grabbed both nipples.

"We need these nice and hard for the pictures. Need everything to be clear so Marty has accurate records, ain't that right, Marty?"

Kat had forgotten about Marty behind her while King was roughly abusing her nipples, but turning around, she caught sight of the blond man taking her photo as King teased her. This was starting to feel less like an interview and more like a porn casting, and Kat was beginning to feel embarrassed by all the attention on her chest while another man took pictures. But Stan would inspect her body much the same way at home, and he wouldn't have recommended her for this job if it were skeezy. Little did she know that was the exact reason Stan had recommended her for the role--knowing her dumb, slutty self would be perfect for it.

King's grip on her nipples tightened, and she had to hold back her moans as he teased her. She really didn't want her new boss to think she wasn't taking the interview seriously, so she tried her best to hold them in, but she could feel tingles in her pussy and knew it was starting to get wet.

"Marty, come here and get some clear photos of her tits while I tease them."

King and Marty weren't even trying to hide that they were molesting her now, groping at her nipples and taking countless shots of her body.

"Make sure to get a shot of her face when I twist her stupid udders hard."

As he spoke, King started to pull and twist them again--harder than last time--making Kat moan aloud.

"Ha, what a slut. A bit of teasing and she's already moaning like a whore."

King smirked as he saw the words register in Kat's mind, making her blush even harder. She wanted to deny his words, but she could feel the wetness between her legs growing as they embarrassed her and played with her body. Stan always told her she was a natural slut who had to be taken care of or else she would be no better than a bitch in heat, but she didn't want her boss to find out just how stupid and slutty her body was.

King removed his hands from her nipples after mercilessly teasing them for a few minutes and slid his chair back, letting Marty put the lens of his camera right up to her chest to take close-ups of her big, abused nipples. While still holding the camera up to her chest, Marty started to flick each nipple. Kat couldn't contain the moan and shiver that racked through her body at the treatment.

"I need you to hold still. If you keep shaking, I won't get clear shots, and then how will I be able to tell if you're fit for this job or not?"

Marty's stern tone filled Kat with shame. Here she was, shaking like a whore in heat, while these two nice men were just trying to do their job.

Trying her hardest to stay still, she didn't notice Mr King walk around her until she felt two huge hands cup her ass cheeks, spreading them apart and pushing them back together as if toying with her body. The grope made her jump and turn her head toward Mr King, not expecting the rough hands on her backside. Before she could turn back around, she felt a harsh slap to her tit. She moaned loudly at the treatment, feeling her breast bounce from the hard smack.

"I said stay still. Stop moaning like a slut and let me take a good picture." He followed his words with another rough smack to her other tit.

Marty took a few more pictures while Kat tried her best to stay still, now sandwiched between the two men--Marty flicking her nipples between shots and King roughly grabbing her ass from behind.

Getting lost in the feeling of hands on her backside, she didn't notice when Marty stopped snapping pictures to look through his camera roll.

"These are looking good so far, but I need to make sure everything feels healthy, too. Hold still."

Marty put the camera down and used both hands to slap both of her tits hard. Kat couldn't even try to hold back the moan that ripped from her throat at the rough treatment. Marty kept slapping her boobs and twisting her nipples while King moved on from groping her ass to spanking her round cheeks. The two men made eye contact over her head and smirked at each other. This stupid slut was being fully molested by both of them, letting them roughly spank and grope her. Instead of getting mad, she was getting horny without even realising it, the moans she tried to suppress escaping her lips with every grope.

Then, at the same time, both men stepped back, causing her to fall forward slightly before catching herself against the table.

"Go back and stand in front of the couch while I make sure we got the pictures we need."

Marty pushed her toward the couch as he went to grab the camera and review the shots with King. Kat stumbled her way back to the front of the couch. Her head was foggy with the lingering feeling of rough hands on her, and much to her embarrassment, she felt her pussy getting wetter from the rough treatment.

The men looked over the pictures, feeling their excitement grow. The shots were perfect--plenty showing off her sexy body in those sheer undies, followed by the shy striptease, and then the shots of her abused tits and swollen nipples. Both men knew this photoshoot alone would be enough to draw double the views to their cam site compared to any other office slut interview, and they weren't even close to being done yet.

"Well, it seems that your top half is in perfect health."

Hearing those words brought a smile to Kat's face. She had tried hard to stay still and let the men do what they needed, and she was happy she had managed to pass this part of the interview without either man getting mad at her.

"But now we need to check the lower half."

A bit confused by Marty's words, Kat didn't want to question him, though she wasn't sure what they meant since they could clearly see her legs right now. Both men could see the confusion on the poor girl's face, but they enjoyed teasing her--setting her up for failure by withholding explanations so they could administer the punishments they wanted to give.

"Well, don't just stand there--get into position."

King smirked, knowing the poor girl had no idea what position he was talking about, just waiting for her to voice her confusion so he could punish her for it.

"I'm sorry, sir. What position is that?" Kat asked in a shaky voice, feeling even worse about her confusion when she received a glare in response.

"Have you ever been part of an interview before, slut?"

Feeling embarrassed by the name King called her, Kat understood why he was mad. She had never been interviewed before and didn't know the proper positions that everyone else must know. Shaking her head no and looking down at her feet, she heard King's booming laugh and Marty's chuckle.

"Yeah, that's pretty obvious. The boss is being patient with you because his friend recommended you, but you have to at least try not to be such a dumb bimbo."

A flush washed over her face at Marty's words. Mr King had been so understanding with her, and she didn't want to annoy him any further.

"I am very sorry, sir. I promise I'll try to be better. Please show me the position, and I promise I'll get into it right away," she said, practically begging the men to humiliate her more.

King couldn't pass up the opportunity to slap the slut some more.

"I'll put you in position, but first you'll take your punishment."

Walking up to the girl, he reached out and tucked a strand of bleach-blond hair behind her ear.

"Because this is your first interview, I'll only give you a minor punishment. But next time, I won't be so nice. Understand?"

As he asked, he pinched both of her nipples between his fingers, and when Kat nodded her head, he twisted hard.

"I expect a verbal answer when I ask you a question."

Kat's nipples felt like they might fall off from the rough grip King had on her, yet her pussy couldn't help but clench.

"Yes, sir. I'm sorry, sir."

"Better," was Mr King's answer before his first slap hit her tit.

He leaned back and roughly slapped both of her tits hard enough to make her cry out before turning her around and bending her over so her elbows rested on the couch seat and her ass was up in the air. She saw a bright flash from the camera right before a solid spank landed on her ass. She cried out in surprise, and King brought his hand down to deliver two more fast smacks to her cheeks.

"That was three to the tits, three to your ass, and now we need three more right here before you are forgiven."

As he spoke, King caressed her tits and ass, bringing his hand down to spread her ass cheeks and stroke her wet pussy.