Went For an Interview and Got Enslaved! - Sex Stories

Went For an Interview and Got Enslaved!

Jenna took a double-take at the secretary as she approached the desk to check in for her interview. The woman's bossom was all but spilling out onto the monthly calendar that she leaned over, marking dates. Jenna suddenly felt overdressed in her turtleneck sweater and long, professional skirt, even while she felt the fabric clung to closely to her muscular, toned butt. She usually dressed far more conservatively, but her rebellious roommate talked her into it, saying she needed to show of those 'glorious globes' for the interview--the job was indeed a long shot. It was her dream-job and she really wanted it.

Jenna cleared her throat and the secretary looked up, staring at Jenna's boobs. Then smiled, still staring at her breasts, and said "You may enter."

Blinking several times, feeling slightly violated from the secretary's open gaze, Jenna thanked the secretary and continued into the office, shaking the encounter off. Perhaps it was just her overactive imagination and her inexperience that made her suddenly feel like a sexual object?

The office was cool and she felt her nipples harden, she wondered if Mr. Anderson would notice through her sweater. She wondered if she should have worn a padded bra instead of one of her intimate lingerie designs. Her roommate said it was important to wear one for good luck. Of course she had agreed, after a little hesitance. She had trouble saying no to others.

Mr. Anderson stood to greet her. He wore dress slacks and a button-down ...

... shirt that was slightly disheveled. Her mouth dried at the sight of the massive bulge in his pants. "You may go, Cynthia." He said, looking square into Jenna's eyes. Jenna's heart stopped and she panicked. Did he mean her? Had he simply said the wrong name? No, he must be on the phone or something...

A petit woman in lingerie underwear climbed out from under his desk and ran off through a side door, looking at the ground the whole time.

Mr. Anderson smiled at Jenna. "Sorry about her. She didn't get the job. Women will often go through any lengths for attention." Mr. Anderson rolled his eyes.

Jenna stuttered, trying to respond, "W-what?..."

"She didn't have the right parts," he stated flatly. He strode around to the front of his desk.

The words were simple but she had never heard of anyone saying such a thing so openly! No, she thought. He must be testing me. No one in their right mind would run a company with that attitude. They would be thrown in jail or worse during today's age. "Um, good evening, Mr. Anderson. I promise you that I have what it takes. I always give 110% and I am truly passionate about my field. I am dedicated." She said the last part while making firm eye contact with the boss.

Mr. Anderson looked her up and down. "Spin." He said, flatly.

"W-what?" She said, again, worried she was repeating herself too plainly, but the man was so unorthodox it frightened her.

"Spin," he commanded, twirling his finger and furrowing his brow.

Jenna ...