(Chapter 1) With feigned hesitance

"I'm afraid that I don't need any accounting, but I do need some live-in help. Are you willing to stay with me and help me out with some tasks around the home? You will be cared for and all your needs will be met," John said, his eyes slowly leaving her nipples and drifting down to her flat stomach, then inching lower still.

"Oh that sounds wonderful," Eve said, smiling at John while he stared at her panty line. She knew, obviously, that this kind of interview was standard and normal - but she did feel a little uncomfortable at the lack of eye contact. It made her a little bit uncertain, talking to someone who was simply staring at the outline of her pussy. Still, she couldn't hide her excitement at the job opportunity.

"You'll let me stay with you? You can't believe how amazing that is to hear. This job sounds perfect. What can I do to convince you that I'm the perfect woman for the job?" Evelyn flashed her most award-winning smile she had while she stuck her chest out as far as she could, in the hopes that it would attract his gaze back up to her face.

John ignored her entirely, staring at the front of her pants. He could barely contain his glee at how easy this was.

"It sounds like you're exactly what we're looking for. We need a go-getter like you. We have one more standard interview process. I need to do a quick health inspection, no worries at all. This is all very normal and expected for you. Please turn around and pull down your pants so that I may begin."

"Oh! I was wondering why you weren't looking me in the eyes. You were just preparing for the next stage of the interview. I should have expected that, now that you mention it! Of course, sir, please let me know what I can do to help you do your job." Eve smiled and spun around, then pulled down her pants. She stepped out of them. "I really hope that my skills as an accountant can be applied to this posi..."

"If you want this job, shut up. Then bend over. You can moan or whimper if you need to, but no speaking for a moment." Eve frowned, then... slowly bent over. She looked back over her shoulder, then waited pensively.

After he saw Eve follow his orders, John slid his fingers into her underwear, and pulled them down to take a look at this girl's pussy. He tried to slide a finger in briefly, but found her to be quite dry. Ah, well. He'd fix that with time. He rubbed a finger over her asshole, and felt her shudder as he did so. He took a moment to explore the folds of her labia, then stared up at her face. Evelyn started to make a little whimpering sound as he stuck a finger in his mouth and wet it while holding eye contact. As quickly as he could, he shoved it as far up her asshole as it would go. Evelyn yelped with discomfort, but followed his orders and stayed silent.

Evelyn was... a bit afraid. Even though this interview process was normal and expected, she didn't feel adequately prepared. She had always felt uncomfortable with how people had looked at her body. Though she wasn't a virgin, she had only had the smallest of sexual experiences. She'd only cum once in her life, actually, and that had been after sex ed class years and years ago, when she tried masturbation before being caught by her mother and shamed for doing so. All these... sensations... were new to her, and she didn't know how she was supposed to react. What was normal for an interview? Eve felt John wiggle his finger in her ass, and whimpered once more.

With no warning, John pulled his finger out all in one rapid pull. Evelyn squeaked suddenly. John cleaned his finger for now by wiping it on her ass cheeks, then pulled her panties back up.

"Congratulations Evelyn! You've got the job!" John exclaimed. Eve jumped up with joy, seemingly unaware of her breasts bouncing around with her. John quirked an eyebrow. This AGS was powerful stuff. Well - he'd need to capitalize on that, then.

"Alright, first things first. Eat this," he says, tossing her a random cracker from his cabinet. She does - it seems a simple task. Is that to be her job? Eating crackers? Some kind of food tester? Eve ate it.

"There. That was a special kind of latent poison the job office that sent you told me to give you. If you ever try to talk to anyone other than me, send a message to anyone other than me, or leave this apartment without my express approval and presence, you will immediately die a painful ****." Eve stared at him in horror. "I'm sorry it has to be this way, but I don't make these rules. When I have company over, you will hide yourself in my closet, make no sounds, and cover yourself with blankets unless I specifically call for you to come out. This is all fairly standard and expected for you. Oh! And you can talk now if you want." John felt his erection grow in his pants, and made no attempt to hide it as it stuck out painfully against his trousers.

Eve's expression dropped, and then looked all but the perfect model of professionalism. She nodded. Of course, why would it be any other way? "That makes sense! I'll be sure to follow those rules, no problem. Like I said, I'm a great employee. But what will my job be?" she asked. She noticed the... rather large tent in the front of John's pants. "Is it something... sexual? I don't know how I feel about that, sir. I'm not exactly comfortable with it," she said, still sticking her tits out as she spoke.

"Not at all! It wont be even slightly sexual, and I'm bothered that you would even ask. This is a professional work environment," John said. "But first, more orientation. I'm afraid the poison has another effect. In order to prevent employees from stealing or carrying out any untoward actions, it triggers if I ever fire you. Please do your best to follow all of my orders, or I will be **** to remove you from the premises. This, sadly, will mean that you will die. I don't want that to happen! And I know you're going to be a wonderful employee. Just do your best to follow all my orders, and I'm sure you will succeed at this company!"

"But sir - what will my actual job even be??" Eve had a quiver in her voice. Her tits shook slightly as she stared at John's covered erection with a hint of anxiety.

Jonathan smiled. His eyes danced over Eve's tits, mouth, and ass briefly before speaking. Finally, all the prep work had been done. "You, Eve, are going to be my new live-in servant. I may have some unusual tasks for you at times, but I need you to take to all of them with professionalism and gravitas. Please pay attention to my instructions carefully. If you fail to fulfil any of my requirements for you, I will be **** to punish you. The punishments, too, you are expected to take part in with enthusiasm and professionalism. Is that understood?"

Eve was still confused, but nodded. "I... still don't fully understand, sir. What am I to be doing right now, then?"

"No worries, this is still orientation day. Getting used to a new job can be hard, I totally understand. First, let's get your uniform squared away." John grabbed a pair of scissors and handed it to her. "As a quick note, one of your orders is that you may never take any action to physically harm yourself - or me. I want you to be confident in your safety here at this company. Anyway, shred your clothes with these scissors, you wont need them anymore. Panties too! Then grab me a beer and meet me in the living room. I'm going to watch some cartoons and think about what your first professional duties should be." He then grabbed her purse and walked out of the hallway. "No purses or phones while on the premises, either, sadly. Sorry! I'll throw it away for you."

Eve looked at the scissors and sighed. She hated having to wear a uniform. But beggars can't be choosers.

She smiled professionally back at John, then slipped her underwear off. She was happy to have a job, but... oh, blah - work, work, work.

She cut up all her nice clothes, then wondered where she could keep her personal items if she didn't have pockets or a purse. Hmm. She'd have to think about that later. Oh well - she left to see what else John needed from her.