The foreign manager looked at the Japanese young woman standing in front of him with mild curiosity.
"You seem exactly the type of girl we are looking for this job, Miss Lilith."
She smiled; after all this was going easier than she expected.
"I think I have all the right qualifications, even if I don't have too much experience." she hastened to confirm.
The man seemed amused.
"This is a job difficult to navigate without experience, you are going to deal with men used to be pleased without questioning..."
"I am sure that enthusiasm can fill an initial lack of experience!" objected Lilith, who didn't like this turn of the interview.
"Certainly you have some experience in the skills we require, even if not in a professional environment...I wonder how extensive it has been.."
"Well, it's difficult to have an experience as Personal Assistant to a CEO..."
The man laughed loudly.
"You can call the position we are interviewing in that way if you like, but this is not what is going to be written on your name card..."
"And what is going to be written on the name card?"
"The job title we advertised for in the job search, Corporate Whore!"
What this a kind of joke in bad taste?
Now the man looked at her, with piercing eyes, vaguely annoyed at her shocked expression.
"You have the looks, you are dressed like one, and then there's the smell...you surely are a sound candidate for the position!"
"This is ...inappropriate...and it's not what I came for! And my way of dressing...it's just professional, certainly not slutty!" replied Lilith indignantly.
"Of course we are not looking for a cheap Kabukicho (*1) prostitute...but the skirt is short enough, the legs bare...I bet that if you had more to show the cleavage would have been more generous...and then there is the smell..."
"What do you mean?"
"There was a faint smell when you came into the room, that surprised me. I wasn't sure, but when I mentioned the position the smell grew stronger, and I became sure...this is pussy's smell, and you are excited at the idea of becoming a corporate whore...are you wearing panties, Miss Lilith?"
The young woman blushed violently, at loss for words.
It was true that in the spur of the moment, leaving the house, she had pulled off the panties she had already wore and dropped them on the floor.
In that moment it seemed an act of defiance, a cry of war that gave her strength.
Now she realized that it had been stupid...and sluttish.
"It's none of your business!", the pitch of the voice a little higher than she would have liked.
"You are not denying..." observed the man, laughing.
"I...I am not here to discuss my...underwear..."
"The smell is becoming stronger and stronger...why are you fighting who you truly are, a natural-born whore?"
She knew she had to leave the place at once, but temptation was slowly finding a way in her mind.
She was shown a door into a world she didn't know existed before or existed only in those porn videos she liked to watch, and that excited her immensely.
Suddenly she realized that if she fought the truth, the smell was going to grow even more; actually, now she could smell it herself, there was no way to hide it.
"I am not wearing any panties " she admitted, lowering her head, defeated.
"Show me!"
"But..."
"Show me, you took them off so that you could show me your pussy, isn't it? Let's see what you've got"
Lilith took the hem of her skirt, uncertain of what to do.
It was the strangest feeling: now she desperately wanted that this man, whom she had met for the first time ten minutes before, look at her pussy and tell her it was pretty.
She had always been insecure about her asymmetric labia: what if he dismissed her, derisively, disappointed by her imperfection?
But there was no way to make it easier: she had to accept his judgment and live with it.
Slowly, she pulled the hem up, uncovering her lovely, plump pussy.
"Higher!" the man ordered, and she rushed to obey, willing to please.
"You are freshly shaven, just what I would expect from a slut...did you do it for the interview?" the man inquired, a smirk on his face.
"No, I..."
"You do it regularly, isn't it? You feel cleaner that way? Or is your lover's request? It doesn't matter, actually..."
"Spread those lovely pussy lips, I want to take a better look inside..."
She smiled, happy of that comment; then she thought of the order. She looked at him and understood that he meant to be obeyed.
With both hands she pulled the labia open.
For an interminable time he seemed to fix his eyes on his vulva.
"Look at me!" he ordered. She met his eyes, and felt even more exposed and vulnerable.
"You are so wet, your juice foams, almost drips from your pussy..."
"I am sorry Sir.."
"Do you still deny that you are here with the hope to become our company's Corporate Whore?"
"I ...don't Sir...I wish I could become your Corporate Whore..."
"Are you excited at the idea?"
"I am Sir..."
"Then stroke your clit and cum for me!"
"Please, Sir!" pleaded the young girl: it was already embarrassing to display herself like that, but she couldn't imagine going further.
He didn't reply and waited.
Lilith looked at the door, she was sure he hadn't closed it, what if somebody stepped in?
Slowly, she started circling her engorged clit, and exhibiting herself to the stranger quickly excited her even more.
If he wanted a show, she was going to give him the best show.
Excitement grew, as her hand moved, faster and faster, until she arrived at the edge, and started crying, releasing the strength of her orgasm, her voice a song of modulated moans.
Finally she stopped, panting, her blurred eyes looking at the man in front of her.
He clapped softly. "Beautiful!"
She smiled, biting her lips, tired and ashamed of her lack of control.
"Now turn and show me your ass."
Her movement still slowed down by the torpor of pleasure, she followed the order, sure that he wasn't going to be disappointed.
"Such a beautiful ass!"
