After calling in to schedule an interview, Mia was escorted in a dark van filled with masked workers to the venue where the interview would take place. She was slightly unnerved by the tinting of the glass and the smooth motion of the car that made it so that she could not figure out whether there were any turns on their path. No matter how hard she tried to, she could not see or feel around for directions. She knew that everything about this was sketchy. From the dark van to the masked men, but she knew better of how desperate she was. The only thing that gave her comfort at the moment was the combing motion of her fingers through her dark brown waves that she tied into a low ponytail.
As the doors of the van opened, she noticed that they had entered a dark basement. In the light that was shining from the control room, she was able to catch a better look at the men that surrounded her. They were all much larger than her, causing her to be dwarfed in comparison. Their masks covered the upper portion of their faces with holes for their eyes. Judging by their appearances, she would assume that they were all in their twenties or thirties.
Wordlessly they escorted her to an elevator and pressed in a thumbprint before speaking into the intercom, "Interview Applicant #57". Immediately the elevators began to move up, but again she could not feel the motion of the elevators stopping at each floor, and instead felt a continuous movement to the upper floor.
She felt some relief at how large the building seemed to be. There would be no way that anything sketchy could happen at such a large scale without drawing any attention, which affirmed her beliefs that this would be a sane choice of hers.
As the elevator doors opened, the man to her right spoke. "Enter the room to your right." Before Mia could turn back to ask about any further instructions, the elevator doors closed and everyone had left her.
Mia let out a deep breath and wiped her sweaty palms against the baggy black dress pants that she had worn. She slightly cursed under her breath at the sight of her wrinkled dress pants, but was more content in her choice of a white dress shirt. Although it was a few sizes too big, it looked pristine and neat.
With shaky hands, she knocked on the door. When she heard no response, she turned the door knob and peered in.
"Come in," boomed a voice from behind the desk.
She walked in and assumed a seat opposite to the man wearing the mask. "It's a pleasure to meet you. If you don't mind me asking, I was just wondering what this job would entail." As the man collected his papers, she took the time to analyze him. He was a little older than the men she had encountered in the building so far. Perhaps in his mid-forties, he had a salt-and-pepper look and through the mask she was able to see piercing blue eyes. However, he was conventionally handsome. A fit man that had seemed to barely age. She assumed that her father would possibly be the same age now.
"That's a fair question. You would be working as a waitress over the summer. Serving customers drinks and meals, and just other basic duties of a waitress. We would require you to stay at our headquarters after your first day until the end of the summer. In the meantime, you will be provided with any necessities that you need as well as any luxuries to a certain extent." His response seemed rehearsed, and she remembered that she was probably the 57th applicant and it was only 8am.
"With all due respect, sir, the card that I received promised that I would have enough money to pay off my tuition. I don't believe that I would be able to do that with a waitressing job. In that case, I would have to find another job as well." She maintained eye contact despite the shiver that went through her spine at his cold gaze.
He chucked slightly. "This would not be like waitressing at some diner. You will be catering to very elite clients. People from a very high class, including billionaires. Due to the importance of your job to please our clients, you would be compensated with $80,000 for the entire summer. After this summer, you would be provided with the option to return next year."
Mia's heart started racing as soon as she heard about the high wages. That would be enough for her basic necessities and tuition for at least two years. If she were to continue, she would even be able to put herself through law school like she always imagined. "Thank you for the clarification. Sorry about being so direct, but money is a major concern for me at the moment."
"No problem. Many people are surprised at first about the wages that we pay. Not much is needed in terms of qualifications, but why don't you just tell me a little about who you are and what kind of experience you have."
As Mia began to respond, Craig started to tune her out. He began to focus on her hazel eyes that were sure to shine through the mask that she would be given. The large hazel doe eyes would definitely be a huge turn-on for the majority of their clients who loved to see young, submissive girls waitress. Her long and wavy brown hair was beautiful, but was done a disservice with her ponytail and he so desperately wanted to see it let loose. He watched as her lips moved and noticed how succulent they looked. They were definitely natural, but they immediately caused one's imagination to run wild. Her olive skin looked untouched and was a beauty in itself, making her look more like an erotic fantasy. The only aspect of her he was unsure about was if her body matched the beauty of her face.
"I do believe you would be a great fit to our company and would like to offer you a job. However, due to the high demand, I would have to ask you to sign the contract right now," he said as he pushed a form towards her.
