Week 1: Wednesday, 5th Dec 2029, Morning

I spent the night in the office again. Until the crew finishes the private wing, my real office, my bedroom, this skeletal space will have to do. The girls are back in the dorms for now. I gave them the night. They earned it. Their space, like mine, is due for reconstruction soon. But that comes later.

Today’s for interviews. Not because I don’t know them, I do. But I want to set the stage right. They're not here just to be fucked, after all you need builders to build an empire.

I decide to start with Jennifer.

Five minutes after I send the summons, there’s a knock.

“Permission to enter, Master,” she calls, voice low and steady.

“Granted,” I reply. “Clothes off. All of them. Leave them at the door.”

There’s no protest. Just the whisper of fabric sliding off skin, the metallic click of her belt, the soft sigh of stockings being peeled down. Then she steps in, naked, composed, as expected.

I gesture to the chair across my desk.

“Sit. This is your interview.”

She blinks once. “Interview?”

I smile. “Why do you think I had you fill out that application? I got to know you're the right gal for the job” I smiled, facing her, leaning against the desk.

“Head Girl, hah? Ambitious,” I said, glancing over the file.

Jennifer smiled, already halfway into the chair before I gestured. “I think I’m the right **** for it. I know you, I trained you to command, you trained me to kneel. Feels like a full-circle.”

There was the blush. Brief, involuntary. Charming, really.

“Indeed,” I said, leaning back. “And truth be told, I’m inclined to offer it. But protocol’s protocol. We’ll pretend this is a real interview.”

I flicked to the first page of nothing, purely performative.

“So. Tell me. What’s your greatest weakness?”

She squinted. “Really?”

“Warm-up round. Indulge me.”

She exhaled through her nose, amused. “I mean… probably anal? I’m still not great at taking it. Sex-wise, that’s probably it. Other than that, I’m confident. you know, I was something of a slaver myself.”

“Until you got a dildo shoved up your ass?"

She blinked. “Sorry?”

“Never mind,” I said. “You wouldn’t get it. They're not even from the same meme.”

There was a beat of dry silence.

“Well,” I continued, tapping the stylus against my datapad, “not terribly relevant to the role. You’re applying as Head Girl, not… Ass Girl.”

“Ha. Ha.” Completely flat.

“Next question,” I said. “Where do you see yourself in ten years?”

She stared upward in mock contemplation. “Still hot enough for you to want to fuck me, ideally. Aside from that? Probably still Head Girl. Not a lot of ‘career ladder’ to climb at that position. Unless, of course, you’d like me to start domming you.”

“You wish.”

“Every night.”

“This is going nowhere,” I muttered, closing the file. “That’s what I get for interviewing someone I’ve known for ten years.”

She shrugged. “Familiarity breeds redundancy.”

“Get up. Fetch Yoko. Let’s see if at least she takes this seriously.”

"You wish"

"Every night."

As she reached for the door, I called out, voice casual, almost bored.

“Oh, and Jennifer.”

She paused, hand on the frame, glancing back.

“In case you didn’t already know, you got the job.”

There was the faintest curve at the corner of her mouth. Just enough to count.

“Thank you, Master,” she said.

And then she slipped out, quiet as a closing file tab.