Thesis Topic 23 Ch. 04

"Nothing happened. It is just that the phone fell, but... listen I got a go... so it is a deal you would interview her, right?"

"Yes I am aware that she will compete with the others, and I know you are not making any promises beyond interviewing her. Thanks anyway."

Just a few seconds after hanging up, Megan came with an explosive orgasm. The power rush was just too incredible. Lillian took speed and got her big orgasm a couple of minutes later.

. . . .

A couple of hours later Lillian was riding in a cab to the Ambassador. After her orgasm, she finally realized with shame the enormity of what she had done just to get it. Fortunately, she didn't have too much time to think as she had to shower and dry her hair. This time Megan helped her. She gave her a small strapless yellow cocktail dress along with a white thong, and a white bra that belonged to Megan's younger sister and was just her size 32-B, but had some padding that made her look bigger. She felt better dressed than at any time in the recent past. And she felt very well with the size that her breast seemed to be on the mirror, even when she tried to minimize the feeling as it contradicted her feminist principles.

"It is not the bust size, but the fact that I am finally decently dressed what makes me feel good," she thought.

The dress was nice but it wouldn't have been her choice. It was very form fitting and a bit too short, it came maybe 4 inches below her pussy, and when she was sitting, it rode high. It showed a lot of cleavage and her shoulders were on display. It also annoyed her that the dress had some ethnic frills that made it look more casual and less elegant, and finally the yellow color that she considered more suitable for Megan's beautiful dark skin than her own white one. "Beggars can't be choosers," she thought.

Megan had also helped Lillian to style her hair, and even if she didn't look as spectacular as in the photoshoot, she looked much better than with her usual ponytail. She also helped her with discreet makeup that made her look like a student.

When she arrived at the Ambassador, she paid to the cab with the money that Megan gave her. She bitted her lower lip nervously, this was a really expensive restaurant. She had heard it being mentioned a lot but had never been inside, it was the kind of place that only rich people frequent.

She felt a hole in her stomach, she didn't feel so confident to deal with these people or the restaurant manager right then, but she realized that it was indeed a really good opportunity. She definitely could make $200 or more in tips in a night there. If she did it right, she could even do this once a week to help her get afloat.

She walked in, decided to try to make the best impression.

She arrived at the office door that was a few feet away from the restaurant main entrance. The door was closed, so she rang the bell, and waited.

A voice sounded thru the intercom

"Who is this?"

"I.. I am Lilly...," she hated herself for saying that, "why didn't I say Lillian," she scolded herself. "I... I come to see Mr. Bruce Taylor... you know... for the waitress... The waitress job"

She blushed, "since when did I become so idiot?" she thought bitterly.

"OK. Come in Lilly, knock on the door at the end of the aisle," An electronic noise followed the voice and she pushed the door, and walked nervously to the indicated door and knocked.

"Come in," came a voice from inside.

She entered the office. It was a big one; it had a big desk and a lounge. Mr. Bruce was sat in an office armchair and the other two applicants where sat on the elegant leather sofa. They looked relaxed.

"Please have a seat." Said Mr. Bruce.

Lillian took her place in the other armchair, it was much lower than the sofa, and she could not sit as elegantly as the other girls. First, she tried to sit normally, but she sunk in the low armchair and she felt her skirt was riding up more than decently acceptable, she fidgeted trying to pull her skirt down but it seemed impossible, so she ended sit on the edge of the armchair. She could not cross her legs there because it would compromise her equilibrium, so she simply put her knees together and tried to pull her dress down to avoid showing too much of her legs.

Lillian could not avoid to size her competition. They both were wearing elegant black cocktail dresses, that looked way more expensive than her own. They looked sexy but in a more sophisticated and conservative way. The cleavages were tamer and the skirts were a few inches longer which helped them a lot to look respectable, especially when they were sitting.

"Let me introduce you, these are Patricia and Susan. Ladies this is Lilly," said Bruce.

"Nice to meet you," said Lillian meekly, regretting her own introduction, now she was Lilly while the other girls will be addressed more respectfully.

"Nice to meet you, Lilly," replied the pair, almost at the unison, in cheerful voices that spilled self-confidence.

Bruce continued, "Thank you for being here ladies. As you know the Ambassador is the best restaurant in town," it was probably an exaggeration, but it was surely among the four best.

"First let me tell you about the job. We have a very experimented crew of waiters that know our food and wines offerings to a great deal of detail, they take the orders and make recommendations to the customers. We also employ ladies like yourselves to serve drinks and occasionally help deliver food to the tables. The main job of these ladies is to keep our customers' glasses full. The shift is four hours and I pay them $8 per hour, but we have a generous clientele, our waitresses usually made $50 to $70 in tips per hour. As you know we accept temps, but we rather like people who will come regularly, from one to ten times a month is ok, depending on your needs and availability, it is also ok, if you don't commit to a particular schedule but help us covering when another woman could not come."

Patricia, who was a blonde with a short page boy haircut, and who looked classy, was the first to talk.

"I have a question, Mr. Taylor. Why do you hire specifically women?"

"Well, first of all, because most of our experienced waiters are men, and secondly, to be frank, I won't lie to you, it is because we know the visitors usually consume more and come back more frequently when they are attended by beautiful young women. That is a fact, and I won't deny it, but our clients, expect respectable, classy, educated women; women that could be friends of their daughters or their young wives. That is why we look mainly for college students and even young graduates for this job. We believe it is a win-win situation for all the involved.

OK, now that you know the job, are you in?"

Patricia was again the first to answer, "Of course I am in, and I appreciate your honest reply."

The other two nodded in agreement.

He started interviewing the three girls at the same time and Lillian learned that Patricia was a law student in her second year and Susan was on the verge of graduating with a management major. Lillian hesitated if she should say her real curriculum, but she remembered Megan's call to Bruce and she realized that he would most probably believe that she was lying if she said so. So she reluctantly told what Megan had already said.

"I... I almost finished high school... and... I am currently working for Johnson & Carter ... ," she felt very embarrassed using that lame curriculum in front of these girls when she could be on pair of them if she used her real one. But her apprehension just made her statement worse, she looked as if even that was partially a lie.

Susan could not avoid asking, "Oh, that is a big firm, I have a few friends working there and I hope they help me get a good job when I graduate. In what department do you work?" she asked genuinely interested.

Lillian blushed, it was becoming embarrassing, she could not say that she had worked in recruiting, because they only use interns and graduated personal, so she blurted

"I work at the filling department in an important paperless project," she then saw Bruce raise his eyebrow, so she realized he knew the truth already, and she needed to do something to avoid completely spoiling her chances.

"I mean I worked... I made a little mistake... and ... I am currently working in the janitorial department," she said looking down.

"Oh, I see," said Susan, not knowing what to say to comfort her.

"OK," said Bruce cutting the awkward moment. "Please have these drink menus, read them so you feel familiar with the names of the cocktails. You have 10 minutes while I do some calls, when I get back, you will take my beverage order and we see how you do."

Lillian started reading the menu, she felt very nervous. The other girls looked more at ease, and she could feel her glances from time to time. They were maybe thinking about what was she doing there. She tried to convince herself that she would do great in the exercise, she would impress all of them. But her apprehension was not helping with the reading, the adrenalin was not helping her concentrate and learn the names. When Bruce returned she was still reading the menu, moving her lips unconsciously. Bruce saw her and sighed.

"OK, Lilly. You come first. Stand here and take my order."

He handed her a little notepad and a pen. She stood four feet from him and smiling said, "Do you want something to drink sir?"

"Yes girl, just get closer so you can hear me," he said with a weird smile.

Lillian smiled nervously and got closer.

"I speak very low," he said smiling again, and Lillian got even closer, she was now less than a couple of feet from him.

"That's better, see?" he said while putting his hand on the back of Lillian's legs.

Lillian blushed but didn't stop him.

"OK. I will have a cuba libre," he said while his hand traveled slowly upwards and towards her inner tight.

Lillian nervously scribbled something in her notepad.

"And my friend will have a 'Dessert Breeze'," he said while his hand was now practically touching the hem of her skirt, and was now mostly on her inner tight. She felt Bruce's hand travel was stopped by the little space between her legs, and she instinctively parted them a little to accommodate his hand better. She was ashamed but she really needed the job, and she had done a lot of worse things lately to get her goals.

"My other friend will take a Smith and Kerns"

"OK," she said shyly, "Would that be all?" she asked in a low voice. His hand was now almost rising her skirt and the other girl's eyes were like sauce platters.

"Yes girl," he said giving her a playful paddle in the bottom.

She returned to her place blushing, but she thought. "I bet that these girls won't put thru that, so the job will be mine," she felt some regret of gaining the position that way, but she really needed it.

Then Bruce called Patricia. She also stood around 4 feet from him, but when he asked her to come closer, she politely refused, and smiled saying, "Don't worry I have a pretty good ear, sir."

"OK," he said without insisting much and said his order of three beverages. He repeated the same with Susan that just replied something similar.

Then he asked each of them to read the beverages aloud. Patricia and Susan did it flawlessly while unfortunately, Lillian could not read her shaky scribbles and as she didn't know the menu too well nor was she much versed in alcoholic drinks, so she ended saying, " a Cuban libro, a dessert breath, and a Smith and Terms"

Susan covered her mouth trying to hide her smile. She didn't want to disrespect that girl, but the names she said were very silly.

"OK. Patricia and Susan, you did very well, you behaved professionally and managed a hard situation perfectly. Our customers are classy, educated people, but from time to time we found some jerks among our clientele, so to keep the respect of all our clients, we don't allow anyone to be un-respectful to us. If a customer gets too pushy or misbehaves in any way, let me know it, or let Alfred the waiter's captain know. He would know how to deal with him without making a scene.

Please report to Alfred right now, he will teach you all you need, and your shift will start in an hour. Just go through this door and you will immediately see his desk," the girls smiled and thanked Bruce before leaving.

Lillian was blushing ashamed. It had been a test, and she had behaved like a complete slut, and worse, she had lost her chance to get a decent job that would help her solve her current predicament and also could have been good to get her out of her current precarious economical position.

Bruce talked warmly, "I am sorry that you didn't get the position Lilly, but you must understand that I gave you a fair chance, and you know Megan is my friend and I would like you to say her that I was fair."

Lillian nodded silently. Her mind was wondering, "What am I going to do? How can I get that money? I was so stupid"

She finally reunited her courage and talked.

"Mr. Taylor, please, could you give me another chance? I would do anything, I really, really need this job."

"Well, you may try another time, maybe in a month," he said politely.

"No... please sir... I really need it today... and... " she remembered his reaction when he was touching her tights and she could feel that he was desiring her, so she added, "and I am serious about... you know ... doing anything."

Bruce was a worldly man, but still having this beautiful young girl insinuating him so openly and so shyly at the same time, aroused him.

He was having doubts, but he cleared his throat and said.

"If I help you with your problem, will you tell Megan? 'Cause I don't want her to know I was messing with one of her friends."

"No, of course not, I promise not to tell," she said, finally having a glimpse of hope.

"Ok. I may have something for you, but you have to be serious about this," he made a pause to confirm with Lillian. She nodded vigorously.

"OK, Put your dress over my desk and return by my side,"

She nervously complied. She couldn't believe that she was behaving like a slut trying to get the opportunity that she throw away because she behaved like one.

While folding her dress, and wearing just her high heels and her underwear, she couldn't avoid thinking that her last few job-related interviews had been in some state of undress. She shivered at the meaning. She would have wanted that to at least have bigger panties instead of the small thong that she was wearing.

Lillian blushed and returned to his side. Bruce was very aroused, he felt powerful. He had a couple of friends that owned clubs, clubs where strippers performed, and between drinks, they had told him about how sometimes they made "special personal interviews" to the candidates. He of course never had done anything like that, his business was completely different, but somewhat he couldn't resist Lillian's offer to do anything. He decided that on the contrary of his friends, he wouldn't have many other chances, so he will take this one and make the most of it.

When she finally stood by his side, he said,

"Oh, I forgot. Put there your shoes too."

Lillian blushed, and returned to the desk and put her high heels over her dress to avoid that the soles could stain Mr. Taylor's papers or desk. She returned meekly to his side. She felt even smaller and more humbled being barefoot.

"Ok Lilly, Megan told me that you are good obeying orders."

Lillian merely nodded, she was too ashamed to talk. She was looking at the floor unable to meet that man's eyes.

"Well, show me your obedience. In the central drawer of my desk, I have scissors. Find them and cut your cute bra into pieces."

Lillian blushed and walked to his desk. Nervously she looked for the scissors and when she found them she took a last look at Bruce, like begging for mercy, but she had none. He really wanted to know how far he could push that ager girl.

She sighed and took her bra off. She was getting very aroused and she was ashamed that Bruce could notice it.

"Do it over the trashcan there.," he said pointing to a trashcan that was exactly in front of the office door.

Lillian walked nervously toward the spot. She knew that the door was unlocked and she was afraid that somebody could enter any moment. What if somebody came in? What would they think of her? Surely that she was a complete slut, just a little bit shorter from a whore.

She hesitated once more. "Does the reward worth this degradation," she thought. "No. This isn't the time for cowering," she told herself, "I already had done too much to save my thesis, it would be all in vain if I can get the money for the blackmailer, and I need this man help to get it. I have no choice, I have to do this," she convinced herself.

She fumbled with the bra clasp a few seconds until she could finally take the garment off. Bruce was ogling at her with satisfaction and with a sense of power.

"Very nice Lilly, you are smaller than I thought, but you look very nice anyway"

Lillian instinctively covered her breast, and could not avoid thinking, "I wish I have bigger tits," but then she scolded herself.

She took the scissors and tentatively aimed the blades at the center of her bra. She sighed; she had hoped that Megan would let her keep this one. She finally broke her own resistance and started cutting her bra into little pieces.

"Megan will be mad," She shivered thinking what would Megan do to make her pay for this stupid bra.

"Hey! Your panties are already wet, you definitely are a slut! You better cut those panties too, slut!"

Lillian slowly pulled her thong down, and then sighing, she started cutting them into little pieces. She wondered how it would be to wait tables on that very expensive restaurant without underwear. She was getting hornier and hornier.

"Fuck! I finally get to dress with underwear, and I destroy it myself," she thought bitterly.

"Wow!, I had never seen a pussy so smoothly shaven. All my girlfriends leave at least a landing strip, a completely shaven pussy is somehow slutty, don't you think?"

Lillian blushed, meekly nodding, while thinking that it was her look forever, her pussy hair would never grow back. She wondered if all her future lovers would realize that she was a slut just by seeing her denuded pussy.

She looked down to see her swollen pussy shining with her juices. There was nothing to conceal, her aroused state was clearly visible to Bruce. She felt ashamed, but it only made her hornier.

She was taken out of her stupor by Bruce's voice.

"Put your clothes inside that file cabinet, close it and bring me the keys"

Lillian's heart was pounding fast, she was loosing more and more control, and she still didn't know what will she get from all that.

"Sir... about the job...," she said shyly, trying to negotiate before getting into a more compromising situation.

"Lilly, do what I told you, then come and kneel in front of me and we can talk then."

Lillian picked up her dress and shoes, walked to the file cabinet and put them inside the top drawer. She was getting too horny with all these humiliating tasks. She closed the drawer, pushed the button that locked the drawers, and retired the key. She felt a hole in her stomach and was slightly trembling when she knelt before Bruce and handed him the file cabinet key.

"I see that you are very obedient girl indeed."

Lillian was blushing, she was irremediably naked in this high-class restaurant's office. She didn't even have access to her clothes, and that made her feel nervous, vulnerable, and horny.

"Sir, about the job..."

Bruce immediately interrupted her.

"Yes I know, we'll talk about your problem later. But I can't think with this," he said pointing at his very hard dick that was forming a tent pole in his pants.