Amber sat in the waiting room, nervously chewing her fingernails and trying her hardest not to look at the art on the walls. They were some of the most obscene paintings that Amber had ever seen. She found herself glancing up, at a portrait of a nude woman with a lewd expression on her face.
Amber quickly looked back at her lap, blushing. This was the first job interview she'd ever had, fresh out of high school. And she hadn't expected the office to be so... risquΓ©. The door opened and she sharply looked up.
"Amber Miller?" A chubby woman walked into the waiting room, smiling kindly. Amber got up and walked over, shaking the woman's hand. "I'm Lisa. Come on in."
Lisa pushed the door open and Amber walked into the interview room. She'd been expecting a conference room, but instead she was standing in a cozy sitting room. There were two sofas across from each other, with an elegant coffee table between them.
"Make yourself comfortable, dear," Lisa said kindly. She sat on one of the sofas, sighing happily. "You seem nervous.
"I- Just a little."
"Well, sit down. Make yourself comfortable." Amber perched on the edge of the other sofa. "So, you're interested in filling our receptionist position?"
"Yeah. Uh, I mean, yes. Yes, I am."
"Wonderful." Lisa put her feet up on the coffee table. "A pretty face like yours is perfect for welcoming clients."
"Oh. Uh, I- uh, thank you." She ducked her head to hide her blush.
"Although, Miss Amber..." Amber glanced up, her gaze resting on the coffee table. The wood was smooth and pristine, not a single mark on it. "I must say, your academic record... well, let's say it leaves much to be desired."
"I know," Amber sighed disappointedly. Her gaze shifted to Lisa's kitten heels. Lisa was tracing circles with the toe of her shoe.
"But I think you'll find that the receptionist position will suit you nicely." Amber absentmindedly nodded. She was enraptured by Lisa's legs: the sheen of her pantyhose, her thick thighs underneath her pencil skirt...
Lisa kept twirling her foot, grinning mischievously. Amber had fallen into a trance faster than most people did. She didn't even notice that Lisa had stopped talking five minutes ago; she was still nodding along to a silent conversation.
"Of course..." Lisa said quietly. "The position might suit you better if you were even dumber."
"Dumber?" Amber mumbled. She was starting to resist the trance, despite intensely staring at Lisa's feet.
"Well, sure, doll." Lisa stopped twirling her foot and Amber blinked dazedly. "Your intelligence doesn't matter if you're pretty enough, does it?"
"Does it?" Amber blinked again, her trance fading faster now. "Wait... what? Did you really just tell me I should be dumber?"
"Amber..."
"Forget it. Find a new receptionist." Amber got up from the sofa and walked to the door, proud that she'd been able to stand up for herself.
"Forget it," Lisa repeated. Amber froze with her hand on the doorknob. She couldn't remember what she'd been doing.
"Umm..." She turned and saw Lisa watching her with an amused expression. "What am I--?"
"Sit down, Amber. It's time for your job training." Amber smiled proudly and sat on the sofa again. Lisa kicked off her shoes and started wiggling her toes. Amber blatantly stared, suddenly becoming aware that she had a major foot fetish. "Amber."
"Huh?" She looked up, blinking. Lisa giggled and shook her head.
"Oh, silly Amber. So easily distracted..." Amber blushed and apologized. "Now, as receptionist, your number one job is to make sure our clients are happy."
"Okay."
"That means you should do absolutely anything you possibly can to give our clients a positive experience." Amber nodded, her gaze drifting back to Lisa's beautiful feet. "You should always do what you're told. You don't need to think for yourself."
"Think for myself?" Amber's speech was slowing and she was breathing heavily. Lisa's feet were so hypnotizing...