An important interview
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I sat nervously at the desk in my bedroom, and clicked ‘join meeting.’ I saw myself staring back on the monitor. I’d put on a pretty red dress, makeup, and straightened my hair. It felt so silly doing all that for an interview where I wouldn’t be leaving my apartment, but I really wanted to make a good impression. This was for an entry level position in one of the most cutting edge tech companies in the world. After a few seconds of just seeing myself, a stern bald man in his fifties popped onto my screen. He glanced at me, then looked offscreen, and began talking like he was reading from a script. “This interview is being conducted on Tuesday at 9:45am. The subject is Ms. Newton. Did you-” I interjected with a quick, “Laura is fine.” This caused him to scowl in my direction, and my smile faltered as I wrung my hands under my desk. “Laura,” he continued. “Did you receive the package we sent you and follow the instructions therein?” The package had arrived yesterday morning on my doorstep, the contents of which included a pill bottle with a single pill, and a letter that read, ‘Take pill at least 12 hours before interview. Failure to do so will disqualify you as a potential candidate. This pill has no adverse effects, and will be used for relaying your current health and biometrics.’ The company having access to that kind of data seemed like a huge invasion of privacy, but…what wasn’t these days. I’d examined the pill. It was a dull gray, almost metallic looking. If it worked like they said, it’d be like getting a free physical. If they were wrong and it had side effects, I’d become rich by suing them. So I was glad I could look this intimidating man in the eye and say, “Yes, sir.” He looked off camera and nodded at someone I couldn’t see, then looked back at me. “Just try to relax while we send a ping to the nanites in your body.” My lips tightened, and I tried not to look worried as I said, “Nanites?” Or at least, that’s what I tried to say. But instead, I said, “I’m in. She’s compatible with the oral version.” What the hell?! Why had I said that?! The man on my monitor relaxed and said, “Excellent. Go ahead Jenkins, show off her most valuable assets.” “Sure thing,” I heard myself say.” My hands moved on their own to my dress and pulled it down, exposing my boobs to my interviewer. “Damn!” my voice said as my eyes zeroed in on the window of myself on the monitor. “She’s got a real nice pair on her. Sensitive too. I’ve got to get her mouth around one of these.” Please, whoever’s doing this, stop! But my plea was denied as I was made to raise a boob to my lips, and suck. The worst part, I felt myself get turned on by my own tongue swirling around my nipple. My interviewer just stared for several seconds, clearly relishing in my humiliation. I hoped this nightmare would be over soon. Finally he said, “Alright Jenkins. Cover her back up, and make her forget this part.” “Will do,” I said obediently. And then I felt like something was…was probing inside my head. I felt the memory of what had just happened to me come to the forefront of my mind, and then…then… “That will be all, Laura,” my interviewer was saying. “We look forward to seeing you on Monday.” Oh no! I zoned out! Panic rose up in me, along with…something else that made my cheeks go pink. Why am I so turned on right now?! Wait, who cares! He said see you Monday! I got the job! “Th-thank you sir! I won’t let you down!” He gave an eerie smile and said, “I’m sure you won’t.”