The door clicked shut, sealing us in my private office. The air was thick with expensive cologne and power. Across from me, Lila fidgeted, her portfolio trembling in her lap. Her profile wasn't lying—shy, naive, fresh off the bus from some nowhere town. Perfect.

"Relax, sweetheart," I purred, leaning back in my leather throne. "Standard procedure. We just need to... assess your full range."

Her big, doe eyes widened. "My... range?"

"Your comfort level. Your willingness to... commit." I let my gaze drag down her body, a slow, deliberate inventory. The cheap blouse did nothing to hide the ripe swell of her tits, the nipples already pebbling under the fabric. My dick twitched in my slacks. "The contract on the table is good. But I have a better one. It requires a more... intimate audition."

I saw the conflict flash in her eyes—fear, curiosity, a desperate want to please. She bit her plush lower lip. "What do I need to do?"

"Stand up. Let me look at you."

She rose, a shaky breath escaping her. I circled her like a predator, my fingers brushing the small of her back. She jumped.

"Stillness is key," I murmured, my hand settling on the curve of her ass. It was a perfect, round handful, even through her pencil skirt. "Now, the blouse. Off."

Her fingers trembled as she undid the buttons. The fabric fell open, revealing a simple white bra struggling to contain her full, heavy breasts. Her areolas were wide, a dusky pink, and her nipples were stiff