Chloe scanned through her paper one more time, preparing her answers. It had been four months since university ended, but without a job, it had seemed much longer. This was made worse, by having to rely on her boyfriend Tristan's generosity to support her. So she was determined to land this job.
"Miss Hill", beckoned Miss Flores from behind the reception-desk. She remembered the receptionist, as her outfit had seemed so inappropriate for an office setting. Her burgundy shirt seemed to have more buttons undone than done, which clearly showed her busty chest under a lacy black bra. On top of this, her shirt was tucked into trousers so tight they could only have been latex.
"That's me" squeaked Chloe. Miss Flores looked her up and down, like a starving man might look at a freshly cooked steak, then she smiled as if she was remembering some funny joke. "Mr Fields will she you now," she purred.
Upon seeing Miss Flores' smile, Chloe became self conscious of her own looks. Her unruly curly blonde hair seemed so messy, her small lips seemed dull, and her c-cup breasts, seemed both too small and too big at the same time.
Chloe gulped, telling herself she was just being paranoid and then walked in the room.
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She found the room richly furnished, with a contrast between the black leather of the chairs and the stark white of the walls. Behind the desk of carved oak wood, was Mr Field, draped over his chair, his relaxed demeanour and stance, suggested a man completely in control of his environment.
"Chloe?" He asked and she nodded meekly in response. Then, as if talking was too much of an effort, he simply pointed at the chair opposite him. She obediently plopped down in the chair and looked up at him.
"You will watch this tape for prospective employees", he told her, "then I will ask some questions, and you will answer truthfully."
"Can I just show you some ideas in had for the comp-" Chloe started,
"Miss Hill, I have no use for insubordinate employees. You will watch the tape and you will watch it now," snapped Mr Field.
"Y-Yes Mr Field" stuttered Chloe.
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The tape started as normal. Smiling colleagues, sitting around a desk working. Happy clients receiving parcels. Bosses, sharing a joke at the water-cooler with their subordinates.
However, the tape kept flashing and she wasn't sure if she was imaging that she was briefly seeing words. At first this irritated her, but as they kept coming, she grew used to them. Then, she almost seemed to welcome them and got a small tingle of pleasure when they flashed. Finally, she stopped paying attention to the video at all and simply waited for the flashes.
She completely lost track of time, as she waited for the flashes, that had become her whole world.
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"Miss Hill?" droned Mr Field, "are you ready for my questions?"
Chloe snapped back to reality. She was embarrassed to see that she had been drooling and that her shirt was covered in saliva. Despite this being obvious, Mr Field seemed to either not notice or care.
"Yes Mr Field," she responded.
"How long is a standard work day?" asked Mr Field.
"However long my boss needs me," responded Chloe, surprised at her answer, but not disagreeing.
"What are your duties as an employee?" He continued.
"Absolutely anything my boss asks of me," she replied. The words seemed to come out of her, before she'd had time to think.
