A surprising entrance

At your instruction, Meg shows the newest applicant to your office door, letting her in before departing. The moment she comes walking into the room towards you desk, your eyes instinctively widen at her appearance. The young Latina has quite the outfit on, only dressed in a meager white top that does little to cover the top half of her body, paired with a tiny plaid skirt that just barely covers her pussy. Her legs are a little more sheltered by the white thigh-high stockings she's wearing, along with a set of black heels. As she walks you notice her long brown hair which practically reaches down to her hips. Just like in her photo, she's wearing a pair of glasses, suggesting that they're necessary for her vision.

The rest of the guys are also quite taken aback by her appearance, but no one says a word. Julia walks swiftly to your desk and reaches over to shake hands with each of you.

"Hello sir, pleased to meet you." She says with a thick Brazilian accent.

As she speaks you notice that she's got braces on her teeth.

"You too. I must say, that's quite the outfit you've got on." You say, reaching over to shake her hand.

"Oh, thank you sir. My friends helped me pick it out." She says with a slightly embarrassed smile.

"I see. Why don't you give us a twirl so we can fully appreciate it." You say with a grin.

Julia slowly spins around, pausing a moment with her back to you. From this angle, you can see just how poorly her skirt covers her ass. Her cheeks are fully sticking out beneath the slutty skirt, giving you and the guys quite the view. Her voice seems so young and naive, you're unsure if she fully understands exactly why you and the other men seem to love her outfit so much.

"Please, take a seat." You say with a friendly smile, motioning to the chair opposite you.

She turns back around and sits as instructed. She appears a tad nervous as her eyes shift between each of you. It would certainly be an intimidating experience to be on the other side of this panel of men.

"So, Miss Fernandes, why don't you start by telling us a little bit about yourself. Just so we can get to know you a little" You say, starting slow just as you planned.

"Oh, well, I was born in Brazil and moved to America when I was 18. I got into college with a... how you say... full scholarship." She says, revealing her English isn't quite perfect, as would be expected from someone who only migrated a year ago.

"That's very impressive. It must have been scary moving countries" You say.

"It was, I was sad to be leaving my family, but excited for the um... opportunity." She says, taking her time to find the right words.

"I can imagine. So where do you want to go with your studies?" You ask.

"Well, I would love to become a doctor. My dream is to return to Brazil and help all the sick children. But I have a lot more studies before that." She says.

"That's very charitable of you." You say with a smile.

"Yes sir, I'm a Catholic and so I always want to help those in need." She says, somewhat confusingly.

You smirk a little at the contradiction between her appearance and what she's just told you.

"So tell me then, why is it that you're applying for this job?" You ask, trying to get to the bottom of things.

"Well sir, living in this country is very expensive, and my family doesn't have the money to help me pay for everything, so I need to get a job to support myself." She answers.

"I see, and how did you hear about this position then?" You ask.

"Well sir, when I shared my troubles with my good friend Emma, she told me she knew about a good paying job. She's been very kind to me, Emma. She's shown me all about American culture and helped me fit in when I felt... out of place. She's the one who helped me pick my outfit for this interview." Julia responds with a smile.

"I see, and did Emma tell you much about this job?" You ask, slowly starting to understand what's going on.

"No sir, she said she wanted it to be a surprise and that I should just go for the interview." She responds.

"Interesting." You respond, not quite sure what Emma's playing at here sending you some sweet and innocent Catholic girl for a position as an Office Whore.

"So Julia, are you a part of the Delta Delta's then?" You ask, your confusion growing.

"Oh, that's Emma's... how you say... sorority. No sir, Emma told me I couldn't join unless I..." Julia starts, trailing off and looking to the ground as she realises what she was about to say.

"It's ok Julia, you can say it." You say.

"Unless I... had surgery to get bigger boobs." Julia responds, looking ashamed at the words coming out of her mouth.

"I see. And you didn't want to do that did you?" You ask.

"No sir, I would have done anything to join her club and be like the other American girls. But I... didn't have the money." She responds.

"Well Julia, if you'd like, this job does come with the added perk that we'll pay for you to get implants should you succeed in the interviews." You say with a sly grin.