He doesn't get a chance to decide

Jason leans back in his chair, hands behind his head, contemplating. His wife looks like she's in love with the creepy, power tripping vice principal, or so subservient to him that it amounts to the same thing. Nothing else could explain her agreement to seduce Dina, since he hasn't done anything else to make her want to. Has he? It's getting difficult to keep track of his questions. Anyway, he's curious if he should walk things back at all. It would be easy to do. But no, there's always time for that later. In the meantime, what should he do? He could do some actual work but instead asks, "is all of my work already done?" So he could go visit Willow in person, or go watch Dina seduce another older man. Maybe watch her **** herself with a janitor. Maybe go cause some chaos in public, or get Kaylee too...

There's a rapid three knocks at his office door before it's pushed open. "C'mon, it's time for the interview," Yasmine says, turning on her heels and hurrying in the direction of the conference room. He hears her let out an excited squeal down the hallway. Thoughts of his family put aside, Jason hurries to follow.

When he gets to the room, Yasmine is already leaning against the table, arms folded, staring directly down at a cute, young, red-headed woman. Her expression looks like when she was with Kaylee earlier, which he now recognizes as her domme face. Jason thinks the girl witting under her looks adorable. Petite and pale, long beautiful red hair, and deep green eyes. The girl, Kate he assumes, is **** to stare directly up at her. Looking forward would put her face at strap-on level. Instead, the nervous looking girl seems too afraid to break eye-contact.

"So, you're Kate, right?" Yasmine asks. She motions for Jason to sit at the far side of the conference table. Kate begins to look over at him when Yasmine snaps her fingers to redirect the girl. "Don't worry about him, he's just here because it's company policy to have someone else observe an interview. Focus on me and answer my question."

Jason holds back a grin. "Company policy," his ass. She just wants to show off.

"Um, yes, I'm Kate. Kate Middel." She hurries with her last name, sounding like she's excited to know the right answer to a test question.

"Good, Kate. And I saw from your file that you know how to do basic dictation, and that you're very good with your boss's schedule."

"Yes, Ma'am," she squeaks.

"Good," Yasmine purrs, "I like 'Ma'am.' I think it's important to keep track of who's in charge. Anyway, tell me about yourself. I see a ring, are you married?"

"Um, yeah. I mean yes, Ma'am. I just got married to my husband, Saeed, a few months ago. We've been dating for, oh, most of my life at this point."

"High school sweethearts?"

"Elementary school, actually," Kate says, some confidence returning to her voice. Back on familiar ground. She's told this story enough times. "He's the love of my life, and the kindest man I've ever met."

"That's very sweet," Yasmine says, prompting her to go on.

"And I just moved to the city with him, you know. I was living with my parents before that, so I'm really happy to get an interview so quickly."

Jason, always one to meddle asks, "Did your parents move with you too? Are they in the lobby?" Yasmine glares at him for interrupting and he makes a motion of locking his lips.

"Um, yes, they brought me to the interview," she says. "But, um, I guess you probably want to know my work history? I brought a copy of my resume..." she begins taking it out.

"Don't worry, we got all of that from the agency. I just want to make sure you'll fit the team. You should know that I'm a tough boss, not above punishment when it's deserved. I'll treat you fairly, at all times, but sometimes you might feel like I ride your ass a little hard. I promise it'll be worth it," Yasmine says. She can't help but start shifting her crossed legs, the toy tucked straight down between them.

"Um, I think I understand. I've never let an employer down," she says, absolutely not understanding.

"Good. Then you won't mind if I test your loyalty? The test may seem... unorthodox, but if you do what you're told, it will end very well for both of us."

Jason mutters under his breath, "Does Yas know that Kate is **** enough for the job to do whatever Yas wants?" then puts on his best innocent face when Yasmine shoots him a look again.

"I guess that's okay."

"Good. Then take your top off," Yasmine says, without inflection, as if this was a perfectly reasonable request. At the same time, her heart is racing. She's hoping her calculations of the girl's needs are correct.

"I'm sorry?"

"I said take your top off. That should have been 'Yes, Ma'am.'"

"Oh. Yes Ma'am," Kate says. She stands up, having to push her chair back to get a comfortable distance from the interviewer. She grips her shirt and pulls the hem, tucked into her pants, out and up. Her midriff exposed, she looks at Yasmine (no, Ms. Ashraf), hoping that the woman would tell her to stop and that that was enough. When Ms. Ashraf didn't say anything, Kate took a deep breath, counted to three, and yanked the blouse off over her head.

Jason admires the girl, her pale skin uniform between her extremeties and her torso. She's thin, and her breasts aren't large, but she's certainly beautiful. He glances over to Yas, who seems to be appreciating the view as well.