This is quite different to my normal content, so please read the content warnings. I fully understand if this is not your thing, but I hope it's enjoyable to those who read on.
Contains: male on futa, a futa woman with horns (i.e. a holstaur), breast milking, and some orgasm control.
"Sorry to keep you waiting," Jake said, closing the door behind him.
"It's okay," Mattie mumbled, keeping her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She had spent the last few minutes trying and mostly failing to cool off in Jake's cramped little office. He sat down at the desk across from her and flashed a quick smile as he opened a folder labeled 'Applications' and took out a sheet.
"So, I won't beat around the bush. For an interview, this is pretty hands-on. I do have questions for you, but the physical side of this is mostly what qualifies you here."
Mattie swallowed hard. She knew what the company's website had said, in carefully worded and fairly vague terms. She was also frantically adjusting her expectations after what she'd seen so far. "You need s-samples... right?"
"Yes, and to examine you in action. The physical you sent in looks great, but it doesn't cover everything we need. This is also a chance to judge your mental aptitude for what will be required of you." He met her eyes, his expression serious. "I'm gonna have to ask you some very personal questions and run you through a test milking."
Her stomach lurched. Test milking? Not just her cranking out a sample into a cup? It made sense if this was going to be her job twice a day, but... could she really...?
His voice was gentle as he continued. "If you're having second thoughts and want to back out, or you need to ask me some questions to feel comfortable, it would be best to do it now. You can always stop later, too, of course, but I figure it'll be more awkward for you."
Mattie took shaky breaths, thoughts tumbling wildly through her head. Jake watched her patiently until she found her voice.
"We can... keep going..."
"Alright." He sat back in his chair and steepled his fingers, pausing for a moment. "So... where do you see yourself in five years, Miss Verne?"
Nonplussed, Mattie stared at him. He held the serious expression for a few seconds before breaking into a laugh.
"Sorry, sorry, I love asking that one," Jake said, still chuckling, and Mattie found a tiny giggle breaking through her nerves. "Now, for real. Have you shared a living space like the barn before?"
"In... college, I guess."
"How did you find it to be?"
"Um..." She thought back to living in a dorm. "It was okay. Kind of stifling sometimes... but the private rooms here wouldn't be a problem."
Jake noted something down with a pen. "Alright. How much do you exercise?"
"I walk a few miles every day."
He scribbled another line. "Are you in a relationship?"
Mattie shook her head.
"Do you have a preference for men or women?"
"Um... not a strong one..."
"Alright... do you regularly milk yourself?"
She blushed. "No... I- I mean I could, it's just... inconvenient..."
Jake smiled. "Don't worry, that's a pretty common answer. It's not a problem. How often do you masturbate?"
"Uh- um-"
"I did say these were going to get very personal," he chuckled.
Mattie stared into her lap, cheeks burning. "I... I guess a few times a week..."
"And what would you say are your biggest kinks?" he asked, and smiled at her expression. "I know, I know, that one's a doozy, but it's important. With some holstaurs, we can get a serious increase in volume by accounting for what they're into." When she remained silent, he added, "Would some examples help you feel comfortable about answering?"
Mattie nodded weakly.
"Kayla, she likes an audience, she likes me, and sometimes she likes getting treated rough. When she's being especially bratty, I know she's asking for a spanking."
Mattie pictured the holstaur's gorgeous ass turning red under Jake's hand, and her face warmed to a sympathetic crimson.
"You haven't met Marie, but she's another one I work with. Her milking frame is specially designed with restraints. She likes to get tied up, and she really gets off on punishments. You might see her walking around in some bondage, or totally naked because she's been denied clothes for the day. In case you're wondering, I did ask them if I could tell other people. The kinky stuff is all carefully worked out with the handlers. There are safewords and safety measures, and it's all meant to be enjoyable. We might ask you to try out some new experiences, but no one will ever force you to do something you don't like."
He paused, giving her an opportunity to jump in. Mattie continued to stare at her hands in her lap.
"If you need a little more, how about me?" Jake asked, and her eyes flickered up. "Yes, I have kinks. I can't impose them on anyone, but some are kind enough to let me indulge. I love holstaurs, obviously. It'd be hard to have this job and not. I also enjoy the chance to be dominant."
Mattie felt her heartbeat quicken and swallowed heavily, hoping her reaction wasn't as obvious as it felt.
"That's why I'm paired with holstaurs like Marie and Kayla," Jake continued, amusement in his voice. "Some of the other handlers are more submissive, so if you lean towards being dominant...?"
He trailed off, firmly putting the ball in her court. She struggled to find her voice and managed, "No, um..."
Jake marked down something, smiling. "Alright then. Can you tell me one other thing for now?"
There was no getting around it. Mattie tried to find words that she could survive speaking out loud to another person. "I guess... I like... t-toys... back there...?"
"Okay, good to know," he said professionally. "That's a fairly common one. Now, enough torturing you with questions. The examination room is just down the hall."
A wave of relief clashed with a new surge of anxiety. She followed him out of the office, wiping her damp hands on her jeans. Her heart was pounding. The room turned out to look pretty much like a doctor's office, except for the conspicuous milking frame next to the examination table.
