They sure do

The two scroll through temp workers and aren't finding anyone of interest. It is clear to John that Yasmine isn't looking at any of their actual resumes, just their pictures if they have them displayed on the site. He can tell that Yasmine is getting bored scrolling through so many men, or old people, or just unattractive people. John, on the other hand, is enjoying watching Yasmine in her complete determination. Here's the most professional woman that he knows, who got the job at such a young age through sheer determination and skill. Who takes it more seriously than anyone he knows in the field. And after just a few days he has her scrolling through a list of women looking for the right woman to dominate.

"Wow, are ALL of these women gorgeous?" he asks, to speed things along. And they are. Now Yasmine is scrolling through much slower. She pulls up her skirt and begins to stroke her strapon. Jason notes that it's bright pink, as big as any dick he's ever seen, and shaped to resemble a dick. "What are you looking for?" he asks.

"Hmmm," Yasmine says, clicking her tongue. "I dunno, I wouldn't mind going for someone like her," she stops on a woman that looks to Jason like a fairly butch woman, tough looking, with a masculine, gelled up hair style.. Not his type, but he has to admit she's gorgeous. "She'd fit the part, and I'm sure she has experience." She keeps scrolling, and Jason is surprised she's so picky. If they were picking models any one of them would work. At long last, though, she stops on a beautiful redhead, and begins to stroke her silicon cock faster. Kate Middel, is her name. She's in her mid 20s and has experience with data entry and Excel. Her resume isn't terribly impressive, but it seems that Yasmine likes her face enough.

"Is she the one? Are you going to interview Kate today?" he asks, not wanting to wait.

"Yes," Yasmine gasps, though Jason can't tell if it's a response or not.

"Great. I'll be around. Do you want me here for the interview?" he asks, deciding to give her some time to herself. Already Yasmine is pulling up a few social media pages, presumably to find more photos of Kate.

"That would be great," she says.

He doesn't bother to close the door on his way out.

Jason sits back down, pulling up his cameras. It's time to check on Dina. He isn't sure of her schedule, but it's close to the hour so she is probably between classes. This is confirmed when he scrolls through cameras in the hall and finds them full of students. He doesn't see Dina among them, but that doesn't surprise him with this crowd. He begins going through class rooms, and stops when he spots her. She's alone in her history class, judging by the maps on the walls, except for her teacher. This must be Mr. Lopez, he realizes. Honestly he's a little disappointed in the man's appearance given how hot Dina thinks he is. He's okay, but nothing special. A little short and chubby. He guesses that this is what people these days are calling a 'dad bod.'

"I think I need a little more help," Dina says, sitting with one long, smooth leg over the other on a desk in the front row. "I'm not so sure I understand the Era of Good Feelings," she says. She uncrosses her legs. Her sundress is riding up and she doesn't do anything to fix it. Jason feels himself harden, looking at his daughter's sexy figure.

Mr. Lopez looks down for a moment, and can't resist a second glance. Jason can't see from his angle but he'd bet Dina didn't bother with underwear today. "Dina, we aren't even on that chapter," he says, nervously. He checks the door, and it's open.

"Oh, but I was just hoping you could give me a hands on demonstration," she says, running her hands along her tan legs. "A little one on one time could really help."

"Is this about grades?" he asks, looking nervous. He stands awkwardly in the middle of the floor, taking one step back. His eyes won't meet Dina's, having lost his internal battle not to look at her body.

"Of course not, Mr. Lopez! I'm at school to learn, and I really want you to teach me." She gets up and approaches him, stepping in very close. Her lips are parted when she looks up into his face and she puts her hands on his chest. "You're a teacher, afterall," she says.

All he would have to do, Lopez knows, is lean down.