Ashley shows her commitment.

If I was obvious about ogling her body before, I made sure to be very, very obvious about it before nodding with approval. “Anything, Ashley?”

My definition of “Anything” was obvious at this point, and it was Ashley’s last chance to back out, but after a deep breath, she nodded back to me, and squeaked out her reply. “Yes, anything.”

I smiled, and gestured for her to stand up. She did so immediately, and she was just as quick to comply when I gestured for her to spin in a circle. Too quick, really. “Slow down, Ashley. We’ve got plenty of time,” I said, leaning back in my chair to enjoy the view. Her skirt, in particular, was deliciously tight, and I was looking forward to getting my hands on her cute little ass later. After completing another, slower rotation, Ashley paused, facing me with her eyes glued to the floor. Knowing that I was making decisions about her future career based solely on her physical attributes was degrading, but I knew it was also getting her hot.

“Kind of hard to get a good look,” I said, doing my best to sound thoughtful and critical, “Why don’t we lose the blouse, then try again, hmmm?” Ashley’s gaze didn’t rise, but her hands did, toying at the buttons for a moment, before realizing that she had already made her decision, and was along for the ride. Nimble fingers made quick work of the blouse, revealing more of her pale flesh and the lacy black bra I had glimpsed earlier. She let the blouse fall to the floor, took a deep breath, and spun in place once more. Ashley’s breasts aren’t especially large, but I enjoyed them, and they bra was flattering.

“That’s a very sexy bra to wear to an interview with your future employer,” I commented, once she was facing me again, “Did you already know that using your body was the only way you’d land a job?” Ashley didn’t reply, but she did blush and shift in place. Whether out of shame or arousal, I wasn’t sure, but in truth it was likely a bit of both. “The skirt, next.”

She obeyed without hesitation this time, releasing a zipper and wiggling her hips to send the flimsy piece of fabric down to the floor, leaving her standing there in nothing but her lingerie. The panties, as expected, were a matching set with the bra, and while their dark color made it hard to be certain, I thought I saw a bit of a damp spot forming.

But that wasn’t good enough. I intended for those panties to be utterly soaked before she took them off, so there was still some work to do.