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Chapter 4 by brothersammywilson brothersammywilson

How does the interview go?

Relatively uneventful

Mr. Brett led Haley into his office. It was remarkably modern, with glass tabletops and leather chairs. Without putting on pants, he chose a leather chair, and gestured to Haley to sit across from him at the coffee table. She did so, albeit mildly uncomfortable at the sight of Brett's exposed rod, still quite large despite his faded erection. Still, she wanted to be successful in the interview, so she tried to put what she had seen so far into a corner of her mind and answer Mr. Brett's questions as professionally as possible.

As for Brett, his questions were strictly about the job. Haley expected, given what she had just seen, and the fact that he was still exposed from the waist down, for him to be demeaning or to comment on her body, but he did no such thing.

"Well Haley," he said finally, "I think you're going to be a wonderful addition to the team. When can you start for us?" He asked with a smile.

"I can start whenever you like!" Haley replied, elated that she had been successful.

"Wonderful! Why don't you come join me at an open house I'm doing tomorrow." He jotted down an address on a post-it and handed it to her. "It'll give me an opportunity to walk you through our expectations of you."

"Sounds great!" Haley rose to leave.

"One last thing: your attire. It's perfect for days in the office, but for open houses we tend to be a bit more formal on account of the fact that we're now interacting with the public and trying to get them to buy a house from us. Would it be possible for you to wear a dress tomorrow? Nothing like a flowing evening gown," he said with a chuckle, "but something you might wear to a formal cocktail party"

Haley had just the dress in mind. "Absolutely Mr. Brett. "

"Lovely, I'll see you tomorrow bright and early!" He concluded, showing her out of his office. As she left, he let his eyes linger on her ass. He grew hard again.

"Nicole," he turned to the collared secretary, stroking himself, "I'm going to need to see you in my office."

The **** giggled and sauntered towards him.

The next day?

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