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Title: “The Boss’s Naughty Interview”

The air was thick with anticipation asAkiko stepped into the dimly lit office. This was it, the moment she had been preparing for. Years of hard work, endless nights of studying, and countless practice interviews had all led to this pivotal meeting with the CEO.

Mr. Nakamura, the renowned businessman, was known for his strict demeanor and demanding standards. Word on the street was that he liked to take his time with potential candidates, thoroughly vetting them before extending an offer. Akiko steeled herself, determined to rise above the competition.

As she entered the room, she was greeted by a tall, handsome man seated behind a massive oak desk. His piercing gaze met hers, sending a shiver down her spine. “You must be Akiko,” he said gruffly, gesturing for her to take a seat.

She sank into the plush leather chair, her heart pounding in her chest. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” she replied, her voice trembling slightly.

Mr. Nakamura leaned back in his chair, his eyes roaming over her slender figure. “So, Akiko,” he began, a hint of mischief in his tone, “tell me a little bit about yourself.”

Akiko launched into her well-rehearsed spiel, listing her accomplishments and skills. But as she spoke, she noticed Mr. Nakamura’s eyes lingering on her cleavage, barely concealed by her low-cut blouse. A sinking feeling settled in the pit of her stomach.

Suddenly, Mr. Nakamura stood up and walked around his desk, stopping perilously close to Akiko’s chair. She froze as he leaned in, his warm breath brushing against her ear. “You know, Akiko, I’m a firm believer in hands-on interviews,” he whispered huskily.

Akiko’s eyes widened in shock. Was this really happening? She tried to stand up, but Mr. Nakamura placed a firm hand on her shoulder, keeping her in place. “Don’t be nervous, my dear,” he cooed, his fingers tracing along her collarbone. “I just want to make sure you’re a good fit for the company.”

As he spoke, Mr. Nakamura’s hands began to wander, caressing her curves and tugging at her blouse. Akiko felt a rush of heat, despite her best efforts to remain composed. She tried to protest, but the words stuck in her throat.

Before she knew it, Mr. Nakamura was unzipping her pencil skirt, exposing her lacy panties underneath. “Such a naughty girl,” he chuckled, his fingers dipping beneath the fabric. “You wear these for all your interviews?”

Akiko could only blush furiously, her body betraying her with its eager response to his touch. Mr. Nakamura pressed a finger inside her, groaning in approval at her wetness. “This is just what I need in an employee. Loyal, eager, and ready to please.”

As he worked her over with his dexterous fingers, Akiko bit her lip to stifle her moans. She couldn’t believe this was happening, but her traitorous body was reveling in every touch. Mr. Nakamura unbuttoned his pants, his massive erection springing free.

“Beg for it,” he commanded, stroking himself slowly. “Beg me to hire you.”

Torn between embarrassment and pure, primal need, Akiko found herself complying. “Please, Mr. Nakamura,” she panted, writhing against his hand. “I need this job. I’ll do anything, be anything you want!”

With a triumphant smirk, Mr. Nakamura pushed into her, stretching her tight walls around his thick cock. Akiko cried out in pleasure, her head falling back as he began to thrust. Each powerful stroke sent her closer to the edge, her body quivering beneath him.

“You’re such a good little candidate,” Mr. Nakamura growled, pistoning into her faster. “I can tell you’ll fit in perfectly with our company culture.”

His words only spurred Akiko on, her hips rising to meet his. She could feel her orgasm building, coiling tighter and tighter in her core. Just as she was about to tip over the edge, Mr. Nakamura pulled out, his own release painting her stomach.

Breathing heavily, he zipped up his pants and reached for a handkerchief. “Congratulations, Akiko,” he said, handing it to her. “The job is yours.”

Akiko took the offered cloth with shaky fingers, still processing what had just transpired. As she mopped up the evidence of their encounter, she couldn’t help but smile. Even if the interview process had been unorthodox, she had gotten exactly what she wanted.

And maybe, just maybe, working for Mr. Nakamura wouldn’t be so bad after all.