The Interview

That late evening, a flying black car pulls over near Demon's Lair. A moment later, out comes a tall, lanky man in dark overcoat, hands stuck in his pockets. A black baseball cap obscures most of his face, only a thin trail of smoke rising from his lit cigarette and his slightly downturned mouth are visible under the dim streetlights. He looks up slightly, wincing due to the bright light. The huge neon sign of Demon's Lair gleams like a beacon, beckoning anyone who dares to venture into its depraved den. The man rarely comes to this part of Greenville, more often spending his time up above on the better parts of the city. It's where people are rich and elite, not the rabble from the streets or the filth that runs underneath them.

But alas, this place is a veritable goldmine for him, thanks to his position. He takes one last drag from the cigarette before flicking the stub off to the side and making his way inside the building. Though, he doesn't use the front entrance like most patrons, and instead heads for the alley beside the place. There's a side door there for special guests such as he. The guard manning the door lets him in without a fuss, of course, as he recognizes this important man despite his disguise.

Instead of being bombarded by the bustling club with its lively music and depraved acts, he is greeted by a relatively silent and dimly lit corridor. He wastes no time to reach the end of the path, ignoring the noises he hears coming from the doors on one side of the wall, and pushes the final door. He arrives at a spacious and luxurious room. Several comfy seats and a huge table is placed in the middle of the room. A beautiful woman can be seen on the corner, standing beside a serving cart on which a bottles of expensive alcoholic drinks are placed inside a bucket of ice, along with wine glasses. And sitting on the largest seat in the center is Maxwell Miller himself.

Max welcomes him with a wide smile and a short nod, "welcome, Inspector. It's nice of you to come in a short notice"

The Inspector of Greenville Police Department throws his coat carelessly to the nearest sofa as he takes his seat next to Max. He takes off his cap, revealing his receding hairline and the unshaven stubble on his jaw.

"Cut the crap, Max," he says sternly, "what did you want me to see?"

"Relax, Inspector. What about a drink?"

Max makes a gesture and the woman manning the serving cart comes to pour a glass for the policeman. She is clad in a skimpy maid outfit that shows off her ample cleavage and thick thighs. Her beautiful face is flushed, her cheeks reddened. Her glossy lips are slightly parted and she gasps with each breath she takes. Upon closer inspection, the inspector can hear the distinct sound of buzzing vibrators, and a couple of battery case on her kneesocks. They must be plugged inside both of her holes. The woman pours the liquid into a tall wine glass, before presenting it to him with a smile, placing it on the table in front of him. She also pours another glass for Max, which he accepts with a grin. With her duty finishes, the woman returns to her post.

Inspector eyes the woman with disdain and a hint of lust, but he quickly snaps out of it and grabs the beverage. He takes a sip of the sweet and bitter liquor before placing the glass back to the table.

"Alright, it's time to talk, Max. Why do you want me to come tonight?"

"Straight to the point, huh? Fine then. You know how you want us to take some more girls for... Variety, you called it. And then you said you have some prospective workers you want to place in here? And then I said that's a gross interference of my business, and then you..."

"Yeah, yeah, get to the point already!"

Max chuckled, "well, I want to do these kinds of interview myself, you know. But I'm afraid I have some urgent business I need to attend to in a few days time. So I thought, let's move the interview date. Also, I just thought we should do the interview of those girls together. After all, they're people you picked, so I expect you also wanna make sure they live up to your standard, yeah?"

The Inspector's heart skips a beat. He knows his idea will be suspicious to Max, but no matter what the crime lord does, he won't be able to catch the Inspector in a 'gotcha' moment. This is because none of them is an undercover cop, so he's clean. Well, one of them is a hired private mercenary, but even if the merc is found out, Max can't really tie her to him. If the mercenary blabbered about the plan to Max, that would make her reputation hit rock bottom, and that is a fate worse than **** in their line of work.

Still, the sudden change in plan makes him a bit uneasy. The girls are supposed to be interviewed in a couple of days, but the Inspector got a call very early this morning that Max would like the schedule to be moved forward. Moreover, he wants the Inspector to comes as well. The Inspector puts down the wine glass after another sip, and carefully replies to Max's words.

"...Of course," the inspector says, "after all, you're a very busy man. I understand if you wanted to do the interview in advance. But the girls are good, I can assure you"

Max chuckles, his broad shoulders shake with mirth, "yeah? Then you don't mind sitting here with me to test them out, right?"

The Inspector frowns, "you know I prefer privacy during my... intimate moments, Max"

"Oh, I do, Inspector. And I always respect your preferences," Max smirks as he takes another sips on his own glass, finishing the drink, "but I insist. Unless you don't feel confident on the girls' ability"

The Inspector's eye twitches. This fucker is intentionally provoking him, he realizes. He manages to keep his anger in check and instead grits his teeth and nods, "alright. Let's get this over with"

Max laughs and claps his hand, "that's the spirit, Inspector! Shall we bring them in, then?"

Max gestures to the service girl, and she operates a computer panel on the wall. The waiting room near the VVIP room is notified, and soon the girls start coming into the room. The first one is a blonde with a voluptuous body and large tits. Next is a short, thin girl with a small breasts and slim waist. And lastly, a tall brunette with an athletic body and large breasts walks in and stops in between the previous two. All of them are wearing the same clothes, a white sleeveless crop top and a black mini skirt, the uniform of waitresses in this night club.

All three of them are wildly different except for the uniform, and it's not just about their body types. The blonde girl looks nervous, fidgeting on the spot and barely looking up from the floor. The petite girl is scowling with her arms crossed, and her one visible eye, the other covered by her black bangs, is practically glaring at Max and the Inspector. The brunette stands at the center with a stoic expression, looking almost bored if not for the subtle excitement hidden deep within her eyes.

Max gets up from his seat and walks towards them. His large form towers over even the tallest of them as he gazes down with a predatory gleam in his eyes, like a lion observing its prey. Each of the girls reacts differently. The blonde is avoiding his gaze, the short girl bravely gazes back with a defiant look, while the last one is the only one who meets his eyes calmly. Max walks around them once, checking out their rear assets. He finally nods, as if satisfied with what he has seen, and returns to his seat.

"You're right, Inspector. These are good girls"

"Of course," the inspector replies smugly, "so which one is your current favourite?"

"Ah well, I don't know... Maybe the tall one on the right. You, what's your name?" Max points at the third girl.

"Clarissa, sir"

"Clarissa, huh? What do you think of her, inspector?"

The Inspector rejoices inwardly. He knows which of the three girls is the mercenary he hired, and Max has just picked her. He smiles and nods approvingly as he leans back on the couch.

"She looks quite great, though not really my type"

"Really? I think she's very much to my liking. Come here and entertain me, girl. This is your test, after all"

Clarissa walks forward, around the large table, and stands in front of Max. Max slaps on his right thigh a couple of times, and Clarissa gets the message. She sits on his lap and Max quickly gropes her butt and breasts, as well as her taut belly. Clarissa lets out a squeak and gasp as he grabs and kneads her body roughly, but otherwise she remains still and obedient. Max chuckles, clearly pleased with her reaction.

"Come on, Inspector. Don't be shy. Live up to your title and inspect one of those girls. Or maybe you want to check both of them?"

Max refers to the other two girls, who are still standing around watching the scene in silence. The tall blonde has a scarlet blush on her cheeks, her face turned to the ground with eyes peeking at the sight of Clarissa being groped by Max. The short dark haired one, however, looks quite amused, and gaze at the Inspector with a taunting expression, as if daring the Inspector to pick her.