She NEEDS this job

Her eyes went wide; she looked dazed. This thing might actually work, Dr. Berkley realized.

"You really want this job," he said, trying to keep his voice low. She nodded. Then after a moment, she seemed to drop out of it. Her attention returned. She seemed to be waiting for him to say something. Damnit, he needed to give her a bigger suggestion, something to really test it out. He made sure that the job posting sounded attractive, she probably did really want this job already.

"Is there anything more to the interview? Any more questions for me?" She said after an awkward pause. Lori sounded just a bit ****. He decided that he was in it now, might as well take the plunge. She wasn't the first interviewee he had, but none of the ones up to now were hot enough for him to actually use the camera. He took another picture.

"You NEED this job, Lori," he said, a bit louder this time, "You'll do anything to get me to give you this job." He liked that, he felt satisfied with that. A sudden flash of Lori marching into the kitchen, grabbing a steak knife and holding it to his throat went through his head. He thought that it was probably better to be explicit rather than implicit with something like a mind-controlling camera.

He took another snap. "You know that your body is your best bet for something like this. You want to seduce me and entice me." That seemed like a safer bet. She seemed to shake her head a little as she came out of it.

"Well, if there's not anything else..." she said, her gaze meeting his. She bit her lip. "It was truly a pleasure to meet you, and I hope to hear from you soon." Okay, he may not have been on a date since high school, but he knew that tone of voice. She ran her hands up and over her sides, emphasizing the curve. She did a little curtsy, a little awkwardly, but still.

He was amazed. The camera did work. He almost didn't notice her walking past him towards the door, her eyes smouldering at him. In an exaggerated voice, she stopped at his couch and said "Oh no, my shoe's untied." She was wearing sandals, Eli knew. Still, he looked back. She lifted her foot up onto the courch's arm, in what could not have been a comfortable position, and pointed her ass back at him. God, it was fine ass. She ran her hands along her leg for a bit and then seemed to pretend to tie non-existent shoelaces. She shook her derriere happily, and then got back on two feet.

He had hoped that she would just tear her shirt off, to be honest, but that was probably too much of a stretch from her normal state of mind. Holy shit, holy shit, the camera worked. The world was suddenly his oyster.