Induction

I followed Rebecca down a winding hallway, we passed a pair of offices, what looked like a storage room, a breakroom full of couches, and a dozen doors without windows or nameplates. I was impressed at how much was back here, the cafe was renting space in a larger building before I wrote any Rules, did they own the whole building now?

Rebecca stopped at another unnamed room. "Here we are! We can begin your induction in here." She unlocked the door and stepped into a dark room.

I bounced in excitement as I followed. "What's needed for an interview? I don't exactly have a resume on me, this was kind of spontaneous." I twiddled my thumbs nervously.

The redheaded MilkyMaid chuckled, her tits wobbling hypnotically, and she turned on a light. "None of that will be necessary, half the process was done when you asked Julia for the job. Oddly enough, not many girls want to be MilkyMaids." I looked at her in disbelief, eyes raking over her voluptuous form. She hefted her tits proudly. "I know! I don't get it either." We rolled our eyes together and giggled.

I went back to examining the room.

It looked like a cross between an old-timey lab and a cozy reading room. Shelves of dusty books and doodads lined the walls, a couple overstuffed couches and armchairs were set up around an antique coffee table. I shimmied in arousal when I saw a bronze apparatus in a corner, like a recliner with a built in milking machine.

"Sit down and have a drink." Rebecca gestured to a chair and sat herself at a table with a couple teacups. "With how eager you are, this should just be a formality, but we still have a few questions to go over." Instead of a teapot, she held the cups to her nipples, I watched in awe as two different kinds of tea poured out, both steaming slightly. Rebecca smiled at my interest. "I became a Maid just out of highschool, so a good ten years of practice. You'll be able to do similar within a year!" I was filled with a warm tingle at her certainty, like it was inevitable I'd be a MilkyMaid.

I sniffed deeply at my tea, it smelled amazing! "What kind of tea is this? I'm not really a tea person." I didn't mention I wasn't much of a coffee drinker either, that might be a bad idea.

"This is a white jade tea made from the petals of the–" I nodded along as she gushed about tea, most of it went right over my head, but I was very impressed how she was able to lactate a rare and expensive tea she'd only tasted once as a child.

After a refill, Rebecca shook herself. "I'm sorry I talked you ear off there, most of the other girls either don't care or have their own passion."

"No problem! It was really interesting, I had no idea you could make tea from so many things, you're a good teacher."

She blushed behind her teacup. " Ahem. Anyway, what's your current employment status, age, education, yadda yadda."

I was a college dropout in-between jobs, still living with my parents, Rebecca didn't seem to mind too much.

"As long as you can handle customer service and don't slack off, it doesn't matter that much, especially at your age. Teenagers are supposed to bounce between jobs and school anyway. I actually have a degree in culinary arts with a minor in history, if you want to go back to classes later we can support you." She smiled at me like an older sister. "One final question." Her smile turned wicked. "How do you feel about fucking the customers?"

I choked on my tea.