Chapter 6a: The interview and a weird request

Finally, I have arrived at my job interview. I never thought it would happen this early into my job search, but here I am, standing in front of the CEO’s office door.

The drive here was pretty good, if a bit too far away from my apartment for my liking. The place itself is your standard office building; 4 to 5 stories tall, white walls and ceiling, brown rug floor. It definitely looks like a low budget office with how plain it looks, but that might work in my favor a bit.

Pulling into the parking lot, I saw basically 6 cars total, so maybe the reason why the place looks so cheap is because they are a small station and they don’t have that many reporters. The more I think about how much of a slam dunk this job will be, the more butterflies start to flutter in my stomach! I can barely grab hold of the doorknob with my left hand with how jittery it is! My right hand holds my resume that I am holding tight against my stomach, trying my best to contain myself without puking all over the carpet.

But enough stalling, it’s time to set foot into the building and with that, my future as well! Destiny awaits!

I open the door, enter the room and take in my surroundings. In front of me is a desk full of office supplies, a giant work computer and a comfy looking brown leather chair facing away from me. In front of that chair is a giant window that looks out at the gloomy sky that is quickly disappearing as the sun falls below the horizon.

The wall to my right has a giant bookshelf with, you won’t believe this, books! These books, from a quick glance, are all about video production and I recognize a textbook about video editing that I had back in sophomore year in college.

To my left is a glass case full of trophies! They are all quite small and covered in a thin layer of dust. Either this place is old, or they just don’t have good cleaners here, which might be a bit of a red flag, but I can ignore it once I get this job!

“Is that you, Ms. Gardner?” A female voice appears out of nowhere! The voice is that of an older woman, and someone who sounds very sultry for some reason. I practically jump out of my heels and scramble to not drop my resume on the ground, but thankfully I recover quickly.

“Y-Yes! That’s me!” I reply to this bodiless voice. I can feel my sweat dripping down my forehead and onto my cheeks.

“Good, then we can conduct the interview…” The voice says! The brown leather chair spins around and faces me, revealing the owner of the voice.

She is an older woman, maybe in her late 40’s to early 50’s. Her black hair is tied up into a high, messy bun that looks absolutely stunning. Her makeup is elegantly done, and her business dress is a perfect shade of dark purple. She looks like she knows what she’s doing, and I can’t help but feel a bit intimidated by her aura.

“Erm… Y-Y-Yes, Ma’am!” I reply! I quickly shuffle myself forward into the seat in front of me. It’s a smaller office chair that looks and feels no where near as comfortable as the chair my employer is sitting in. I place my resume on top of my thighs and place my hands on top of my resume all neatly.

“It’s a pleasure meeting you! My name is Agatha Monroe, but you may call me Mrs. Monroe.” She holds out her hand toward me, so I hesitantly reach forward and gently shake her hand.

“Thank you Mrs. Monroe! M-My name is Sophia Gardner, but ahh I think you already now that… hehe…” I reply. I’m so nervous and stupid right now that I can barely think. Everything is on autopilot right now.

“Indeed! Now, let’s see that resume of yours.” We stop shaking and I hand her my resume with shaky hands. I watch intently as she flips through each page, taking her sweet time reading through it all.

“Interesting… You have a masters in journalism? My, you’re very over qualified compared to my other employees Ms. Gardner.” She says with a chuckle in her voice.

“I-is that a bad thing?” I ask.

“Not at all! In fact, you’ll be very useful to our news team. Some of them barely have any interest or experience in journalism, let alone reporting in front of a camera.”

“I’m freaking out right now! I can’t believe I’m this useful in her eyes! This interview is in the bag!” I say to myself.

“W-Well, thank you! All I wish is to be helpful, so that’s great to hear!” I reply with a modest, but shaky smile.

A couple more seconds go by before Mrs. Monroe finished reading my resume. She plants it flat on her desk and looks me dead in the eye!

“Enough of that! I want to ask you a very important question…” She says with an ominous aura to her.

“W-What’s the question?” I ask. I’m and literally at the edge of my seat, hoping that her question won’t dictate whether or not I get the job!

“What’s your opinion on… showing a bit of skin? Are you comfortable in your own skin, Ms. Gardner?”

“What a weird question!” I think to myself. I can’t imagine why a reporter would need to show off skin in anyway, but maybe this is a trick question! If I show resolve to an embarrassing question such as this, maybe that can secure the job for me!

“Yes! I’m incredibly proud of my body! No shame here!” I say with a bit of pride in my voice. Mrs. Monroe stares at me, and looks down and up at my figure like she’s scanning me. It’s a bit creepy, especially with how quiet she is.

“Fantastic! You are hired, welcome to our network!” She says as she stands up from her desk.

“Really! I got the job!?” I say as I too stand up from my chair, placing my hands on the desk in front of me.

“Yes! We’ll obviously have to give you a tour of the office and our other employees, but starting tomorrow, you will officially be a reporter for NNN!” She says as she slowly walks behind me, gliding her hand on her desk.

“OMG Yes!!!!!” I scream to myself! Finally! I have a job! Nothing can ruin my day now! And soon I’ll be saying “goodbye” to all my debt! I feel my heart rate sore higher than ever before!

“But… there is one more thing we need to sort out before I begin running you through the operations here! Your outfit!” She says as she points directly at my shirt and blazer.

“W-What about it? Is it not company standard or something?” I ask in slight confusion.

“You see, we have a specific outfit all reporters wear once they become employees of the company. So if you don’t mind, will you strip all your clothing off for me?” She says with a casual smile on her face.

“Wait wait wait wait wait, you want me to what?!?” I ask in pure confusion and shock. While I’m 100% sure of what she said, I’m fearful that what she’s saying isn’t a joke.

“Strip. You know, get naked! Remove the clothes off your back. Whatever you want me to say it, but I must say those heels like very nice on you. You can keep those on if you like!” She says as she looks down at my feet.

I can’t muster a single word after what she just said to me! “Strip? Strip naked? Why would she want me to be naked seconds after hiring me?” I ask myself. I wonder what all of this is leading to. Is this just a first day in the job hazing ritual? Is she flirting with me and wants to skip to 12th base? Right now anything could happen, but as much as I want to object, it’s probably best if I just follow along with her orders. She is my new boss after all.

“C-Can you… turn around at least, p-p-please?” I ask.

“Hmmm, I guess I can offer you a bit of dignity this once!” She says as she spins around and faces the book shelf.

“Okay… I guess I’m doing this…” I think to myself. As I slowly strip off my blazer, I hope and pray that this is just some kind of prank or sick joke that they play on new employees.

After my blazer, I unbutton my dress shirt and slide my arms out of my sleeves, letting the poor thing lie flat behind me. I bend down to take my heels off so I can take off my pants, but as I’m doing so I feel my heart race out of control. My face is burning at the thought of stripping completely down to nothing but a hot pair of heels and a smile.

I slide my fingers into my pants and drag them down my legs. Instantly I remember that I forgot to shave today, but granted, I didn’t expect to be stripping in front of my boss today now did I? I can clearly see my bush through my white cotton panties, and I feel like I want to die!

Down to just my underwear, I bite the bullet and start unclipping my bra behind my back. The feeling of my boobs bouncing free as my bra falls to the floor is so surreal. The cool air from the AC above me nips at my bare skin, and my nipples sharpen to a point almost immediately. Once that's dealt with, I hook my fingers into my panties and slide them down, exposing my jungle of a bush and my bubbly ass. The feeling of my underwear sliding down my leg feels unnatural, like something about it feels wrong stripping like this outside my own home.

I quickly slip back on my heels and immediately cover my naughty bits with my hands. One across my chest and one cupping my pussy the best I can.

“I’m ahhh… r-ready…” I barely let out. I’m shaking like I’d just got out of a nasty snow storm. Never in my life have I imagined being in this scenario, but here I am, naked as the day I was born in front of this older woman I just met!

“Perfect Darling! Your outfit looks remarkable! And I must say, the mole next to your lips looks quite adorable,” She says after turning back around to face me. Complements aside, did I hear her wrong? Did she say this was my outfit? No way, right?

“What do you mean outfit? I’m completely naked!” I say in shock, trying desperately to not expose my already fully exposed body any more.

“Did you not read the job description? All reporters for the Naked News Network are required to work in the nude!” She says, and I can feel my heart stop to a complete halt.

“I-I-I-I’m a naked reporter… Naked News Network? What is happening?” I frantically ask myself.

“All your questions will be asked during the tour! Now follow me!” She says. She walks over to the door and opens it like there isn’t a naked woman right in front of her. Why is she this casual with the fact that I’m completely naked and supposed to work like this?!? But with no real way to turn back, my mind goes on autopilot and I follow her out the door.