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.