Harumi sat nervously in the chair but she didn't let it show on her face. Compared to the other things she had done with her life, trying to get a job as a secretary was simple. She kept the nervousness from her face and body language and smiled sweetly when it was right and acted demure otherwise.
She learned a lot about the job market in the last five months. She had one boss who tried to put his hand on her ass and another—a woman at that—who spent most of her time trying to look down her shirt. She left both jobs quickly, happy that she still had money from the video but despairing that she couldn't find stability yet.
Across from her, the hiring director made a show of looking at her CV but his eyes kept flashing toward her. She knew he was checking her out. Maybe he knew her from an idol, but she doubted it. The world seemed to have forgotten her quickly after she stepped out of the public view.
It took all of her skills to avoid from blushing, though she gave him a couple smiled through the bangs in her hair.
He cleared his throat and returned to her CV. The papers rustled for a few seconds. “Why did you leave your last job?”
Because her boss spoke into her small breasts. “It was an English company and they shut down the office.” She spoke carefully and respectfully. It was the truth, but the announcement came only days after she had decided to quit on her own.
“And Petrodyne Industries? You were there only two months.”
She left because her boss managed to get his hand into her skirt. He missed slipping into her underwear, but the threat of a lawsuit got her two months severance and the letter of recommendation sitting in the papers the director was holding.
He glanced at her again, trying to be stealthy as he trailed his gaze along her body. She felt a little thrill of being admired, though it seemed to end with sex.
Harumi had dressed for the part. It was just the right mix of seductive and innocent. Her straight skirt ran from her waist to her knees. It left her trim shins and ankles exposed but also emphasized her narrow waist and tight ass. Her blouse was demure but she picked one that looked against her snowy skin.
She knew that her behavior and outfit was the reason her bosses tried to grope her, but it was the only thing she knew. She had no skills beyond a pretty face and body. She knew how to move herself, the exactly sway of her hips needed to attract someone's attention and how to pitch her voice to entice lust.
Harumi couldn't help it. As much as she hated being the target of her boss' sexual advances, she also felt a thrill that they wanted her. It wasn't the scream of hordes of fans, but it was something.
She pressed her thighs together and bowed her head.
The director cleared his throat. “Beyond your tragic lack of job experience—” his eyes flickered along her body.
Harumi arched her back slightly, pushing her breasts up. She knew it was the wrong way to get a job, but she could see his reluctance crumbling. With a soft smile, she gave him her best innocent look and smiled hopefully.
He froze, his mouth opening slowly.
She pushed her blonde hair out of her face. Her true color was beginning to come through in her roots, a warm brown color. She parted her lips, knowing that his eyes would be drawn to it.
“I-I…” He coughed. “I think we have a position for you.”
Her smile broaden. “Thank you.” She bowed her head respectfully.
With her eyes cast down, she allowed herself a tiny smile. Maybe she finally found stability. More importantly, maybe she didn't have to spend the last of the video money.