Camren smut (g!p)

The Job Interview (Lauren g!p)

What's the most outrageous thing you'd do to get a job? the application asked, so I said:

Camila's POV

"What is the most outrageous thing you'd do to get a job?" It was a simple question on the application. I thought for a second, who would ask this type of question and how would someone answer a crude remark like this? with 'fuck'? I smiled and scribbled in the dirty word, just to see what would happen.

About two days later, I got a call from the modelling agency where I had applied and written in the crude word on the job application.

"Please come to our candidate interview at eleven o'clock on May 23rd. Please be on time, as we have several candidate interviews lined up. If you have props related to your creative answer on the job application, please be sure to bring them."

I chuckled when I heard the answering machine message. Obviously, they hadn't read my crude remark. I decided to show up for the interview anyway.

I slipped on a casual sundress and pulled my hair back into a pony tail. Although I was a bit on the short side. I felt comfortable about my looks and my charm. A couple of amateur photographer friends had been urging me to sign up for a modelling agency, so after thinking about it for a few weeks, I'd decided to take the plunge.

I had worked hard to achieve a perfect figure. Working out, running, practicing on a stripper pole (no, I'm not a stripper). I ate high-carb, no-fat foods and avoided the sodas. Salads were my best friend. I brushed my hair back and checked for make-up smudges in the mirror. I was nervous, but confident.

I arrived at the candidate interview processing centre fifteen minutes early. There was no one at the reception desk, but a note instructed the entrants to take a seat and wait for their name to be called.

It was a non-descript office, in a row of otherwise empty office spaces, in a retail centre on a decent side of town. The vacant spaces gave me an unsettled feeling. The only sign on the door read "Candidate Interviews". A closed circuit camera in the corner gave me a sense of security that I otherwise might not have had.

At eleven, a side door to the small waiting area opened and a really good looking woman called out my name.

"I'm Lauren," she said as I stepped into a long hallway. As I followed Lauren, I noticed she had a very nice butt. Hmmm

"I hope you didn't have any problems finding us," she said, turning a corner and leading us down another long hallway. She was pretty, with long dark hair and a statuesque looking body, from what I could tell.

We reached an office at the end of the hall and I followed her into the office.

"Sorry for the long walk, they always put me at the end of the hall," she remarked, taking a seat behind a sparsely-topped desk. A video camera sat on one side of the desk. I figured it was for recording the interviews and security. I took a seat on the couch across from the desk.

"I have your application here and I'm wondering why you wrote what you wrote," she inquired.

I apologized for my crude comment. "I wan in a funky mood and shouldn't have written that," I remarked.

"No need to apologize," she replied, "we've seen it all."

She looked at the rest of my application before saying anything else.

"You know," she began, "in this profession, you have to take a lot of orders and fulfil a lot of requests; some of them might make you feel uncomfortable."

"I can handle that," I replied.

"So if I told you that you had to undress, or that you had a modelling assignment that would require some nudity, would you have an issue with that?" she asked.