Job InterviewErin was excited. She had applied for an assistant position at a large company. Now she had been invited for an interview!
She doesn't really know anything about the company...other than that it is big and international.
Her "plan" is to start with a modest job and then progress to more demanding positions through her studies.Her education level is "cheerleader" level, which is not very satisfactory, but she is still determined to climb the corporate ladder!She had written a lot of positive things about herself in her application and what is most important: She had added pictures of herself as a photo and fashion model, as well as sporty Cheerleader pictures! Erin dressed in the best business style she could.
Pencil skirt, white dress shirt, black blazer, dark slightly matte socks and high pumps.
She felt very dignified as she traveled by subway to the city center and walked to the company office building for the interview.She went to the reception in the lower lobby to register, from there she was guided to the personnel department where she sat down to wait, knees together like a nice woman.There were other young women waiting, a few young men too, but Erin thought she was the most elegant of the bunch!People were coming in and out, people who were waiting were called in at regular intervals, they left and a new one came in like on a conveyor belt.Erin was still hopeful even though she realized that she was just one of many applicants.A stylish gentleman entered the room, he had some papers with him, he looked and greeted the waiting applicants, his gaze paused for a moment as he passed Erin.
After a moment he walked out and as he passed he smiled at Erin.
Time passed, and finally an older woman came out of the office and told Erin that her interview would be held in another room, on the top floor of the office.
Erin followed the older woman through a discreet side door and into a sleek, private elevator reserved for executives. The woman pressed the button for the top floor—marked only with a simple “PH” for penthouse—and gave Erin a polite but knowing smile as the doors closed.“Mr. Harrington will be conducting your interview personally,” she said. “He doesn’t usually see entry-level candidates himself, but your application… stood out.”The elevator hummed upward in smooth silence. Erin’s heart beat a little faster. She smoothed her pencil skirt, adjusted the lapels of her black blazer, and made sure the top button of her crisp white dress shirt was still neatly fastened. The dark matte stockings and high pumps made her legs look endlessly long; she felt both professional and a little exposed, exactly the way she’d hoped.When the doors opened, Erin stepped into a bright, modern executive suite. Floor-to-ceiling windows offered a dizzying view of the city skyline. The décor was minimalist and expensive—dark wood, leather, glass. The stylish gentleman from the waiting room was already there, standing by a wide desk with her application file open in front of him. He had taken off his jacket; his tailored shirt showed broad shoulders and a confident posture.“Erin,” he said warmly, extending his hand. His grip was firm, his smile easy. “I’m Alexander Harrington, Head of Talent Acquisition for our European division. Please, have a seat.”He gestured to a low, modern chair placed directly in front of his desk. As Erin sat, she realized the chair was positioned so that her crossed legs would be on full display. She kept her knees together like a proper lady, but the tight pencil skirt still rode up just a touch.Mr. Harrington remained standing for a moment, flipping through the pages of her file. His eyes lingered—first on her résumé, then on the attached photographs: the glossy fashion-model shots, the sporty cheerleader pictures in her short uniform, the confident poses that showed off her figure and smile.He finally sat down, leaning back in his large leather chair.“Most candidates send a simple headshot,” he said, his voice smooth and slightly amused. “You sent… quite the portfolio. Modeling. Cheerleading. Very… vibrant.” His gaze drifted from the photos up to the real Erin sitting across from him. “Tell me, Erin. Why do you think those particular images would help you land an assistant position at a company like ours?”He smiled again, but this time there was a spark of genuine curiosity—and something else—in his eyes.Erin felt a flutter in her stomach. This was already different from any interview she had imagined. The top-floor office, the private elevator, the way he was looking at her… it felt less like a standard job talk and more like the beginning of something she hadn’t quite planned for.
"I wanted to show everything I have... all-in" Erin said seriously "I thought this was a unique opportunity so I didn't miss a chance!"
"Great idea" the man thought "it fits in nicely with our corporate ideology"."However, I notice that your academic credentials are not exactly top quality" the man looked at his papers "Maybe your skills are focused on other levels""Are you married? Are you dating? Do you have children? Are you planning to have them? How committed are you to your work? I'm asking these questions because they are important for your future at this company."I'm not in a relationship with anyone right now" Erin said quickly "...and I'm really ready to commit to my job if offered one!" This wasn't entirely true because Erin was basically living with her boyfriend Jake but she thought that wasn't important at this point.
Mr. Harrington leaned back in his leather chair, the corners of his mouth curving into a slow, satisfied smile. He set the application folder down but kept one finger resting on the glossy cheerleader photo — the one where Erin’s short uniform skirt was flaring up just enough to show the toned lines of her thighs.“All-in,” he repeated, tasting the words. “I like that attitude, Erin. Most applicants try to hide who they really are. You… you put it all on the table. Literally.” His eyes drifted down to the way her pencil skirt had tightened across her lap as she sat, then back up to meet her gaze. “And yes, it aligns perfectly with our corporate ideology here. We value people who understand that presentation, energy, and total commitment matter more than a perfect transcript.”He paused, letting the silence stretch just long enough for her to feel the weight of his attention.“As for your academic record… let’s be honest. It’s not going to win any awards. But I’ve learned that the most valuable assistants aren’t always the ones with the highest grades.” His voice dropped slightly, becoming more intimate. “They’re the ones who know how to support their superiors in every way possible. Long hours. Complete availability. Willingness to adapt… on the spot.”He stood up and walked around the desk, stopping just in front of her chair. From this angle he towered over her, the city skyline framing his broad shoulders through the glass behind him. The scent of his expensive cologne reached her — clean, masculine, commanding.“Now, about your personal situation,” he continued, folding his arms. “No relationship. No children. No immediate plans for any. That’s excellent. Because this role… it’s not a 9-to-5 desk job. You’d be expected to travel with me on short notice, work late nights when deals are closing, and sometimes… be available after hours. Social events. Private meetings. Whatever the company needs.”He tilted his head, studying her face.“Tell me, Erin — and be completely honest — how far are you truly willing to go to prove that commitment? Because if I offer you this position, I need to know you won’t let anything… or anyone… get in the way of your loyalty to the company. Or to me.”His gaze held hers, steady and expectant. The air in the luxurious office suddenly felt thicker, charged.Erin’s heart was racing. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, the way her nipples had tightened against the thin fabric of her white dress shirt under the blazer. Part of her knew she should mention Jake… but the words wouldn’t come. Not when this powerful man was looking at her like she was already his perfect new assistant.
"I'm ready to work non-stop at any time," he said quickly.
"You're eager," the man smiled. "What kind of salary have you been thinking about?"
Erin had thought about it, her friend Suzy gets paid ˆ3,400 a month, she certainly didn't know the salary level but decided to play with high stakes.
"ˆ4,000 a month is a good starting salary," he said confidently.
"If/when you commit to your work as you promised, your salary will be ˆ10,000 - ˆ12,000 at first," he said with a smile, and we'll pay for your clothes and other supplies in full when you represent us the way we want!"
Mr. Harrington’s smile turned into a low, appreciative chuckle as he perched on the edge of his massive desk, directly in front of Erin. His long legs were so close that the fine fabric of his trousers nearly brushed her crossed knees. The city skyline glittered behind him like a backdrop designed to remind her exactly how high the stakes had just climbed.“ˆ4,000?” he repeated, clearly amused. “That’s… cute. Ambitious for a beginner, I’ll give you that.” He tilted his head, eyes traveling slowly from her high pumps, up the dark matte stockings, over the tight pencil skirt that had ridden higher on her thighs, and finally settling on the crisp white shirt stretched across her chest. “But let’s not waste time with modest numbers. If you truly mean what you said—if you’re ready to work non-stop, at any time, in any way the company requires—then we’re not talking about ˆ4,000.”He leaned forward slightly, voice dropping into that smooth, commanding register again.“If you commit the way you promised, your starting salary will be ˆ10,000 to ˆ12,000 per month. And yes, we’ll cover everything. Designer wardrobe, lingerie, heels, jewelry—whatever it takes for you to represent us the way we want. You’ll look the part every single day. Because in this role, Erin, you’re not just an assistant. You’re my right hand… and sometimes my left. You’ll travel with me. Dine with clients. Be seen on my arm when the situation calls for it. Complete availability. Complete loyalty.”He reached out and lightly adjusted the lapel of her black blazer, his fingers brushing the swell of her breast through the thin white shirt for the briefest second—professional on the surface, electric underneath.“Think about it. That’s more than triple what your friend Suzy makes, and you won’t be stuck behind a desk filing reports. You’ll be living the kind of life most girls only dream about.” His gaze locked onto hers, intense and unblinking. “But I need to know you understand the deal. No boyfriend drama. No last-minute cancellations. No ‘I have plans tonight.’ When I say jump, you jump. When I say stay late… you stay. And you do it with that same bright cheerleader smile you gave me in those photos.”He straightened up, still sitting on the desk, now looking down at her like she was already his newest acquisition.“So tell me, Erin… does that sound like the kind of commitment you’re truly ready for? Or should we stop playing games and get very, very specific about what ‘all-in’ actually means in my office?”The air in the penthouse felt heavier, charged with possibility and power. Erin could feel her pulse hammering in her throat, her nipples pressing visibly against her shirt, and a warm flush spreading across her skin.
"This arrangement suits me very well," Erin said.
"When can you start your commitment to the job?" the man asked.
"Is it right now?" Erin asked eagerly. She was afraid that the opportunity would pass her by if she thought too much!"It's good that you're so eager," the man smiled. "I'll tell the secretary to get the contract papers ready. It won't take long, she's very efficient too," the man smiled.
"While we're waiting for the papers, she'll also arrange for you a car and a driver so you can go get your measurements for your future clothes and accessories!"
Mr. Harrington’s smile widened, slow and predatory, as he watched Erin’s face light up with that eager, almost desperate cheerleader glow. He could practically see the wheels turning in her head — the promise of ˆ10,000–ˆ12,000 a month, designer everything, a driver on call… it was working exactly as he’d hoped.He pressed a discreet button on the edge of his desk. A soft chime sounded.“Perfect,” he said, voice low and approving. “That kind of enthusiasm is exactly what I look for in my personal assistants. Right now? Absolutely. No waiting period. No probation. You commit today, you start today.”Within seconds the older woman from earlier — the efficient secretary — stepped into the penthouse office carrying a sleek black folder. She didn’t even glance at Erin; she simply placed the contract on the desk, gave Mr. Harrington a knowing nod, and left as quietly as she’d arrived.He slid the folder toward Erin but didn’t open it yet. Instead he picked up his phone and spoke briefly into it.“Sarah? Yes. Arrange the black Mercedes for Miss Erin immediately. Take her straight to Atelier Valentina for full measurements — wardrobe, lingerie, evening wear, the works. Tell them it’s my account and they have full creative freedom. She’ll need everything by tomorrow morning.” He hung up and turned back to Erin, eyes gleaming.“While the car is pulling up downstairs,” he continued, standing and circling behind her chair, “let’s make one thing crystal clear before you sign.” His hands rested lightly on her shoulders, thumbs pressing gently into the fabric of her blazer as if testing the tension in her body. “This isn’t a normal assistant job. You belong to the company now — and more importantly, you belong to me. That means when I travel, you travel. When I need you at 2 a.m. for a ‘meeting,’ you’re there. When I want you in a specific dress, heels, or nothing at all in this office… you smile that pretty smile and say yes.”He leaned down so his mouth was close to her ear, voice dropping to a velvet murmur.“Your boyfriend — or whatever you’re not telling me about — ceases to exist the moment you sign. No drama. No excuses. Just total, enthusiastic commitment. Understood?”His fingers trailed down her arms, stopping just above her wrists, as the city hummed far below the glass walls.Erin could feel the heat of his body behind her, the expensive cologne wrapping around her like a promise. Her pulse was hammering. The pencil skirt had ridden high enough that the dark matte tops of her stockings were now visible, and she made no move to pull it down.
Erin didn't think long, she quickly grabbed a pen and signed the contract without reading it.The man advised Erin to take the elevator down to the building's lobby, a car and driver would be waiting in front of the main door.
The driver would take her to a few craft shops where they would already be waiting for her.
Erin felt like she was some kind of princess... she felt like she had entered some kind of fairy tale world!The car ride took a while, they went outside the city to an industrial area. Erin wondered how a fashion clothing store could be in such a remote location."Specially designed steel manufacturing" was written on the wall of a hall. The car stopped in front of it. The driver got out of the car and opened the back door of the car for Erin with a smile.
"You are already expected, no hurry, I have instructions waiting for you!"Erin didn't understand what she had to do with steel but she decided to be brave. It would be embarrassing to back out of the first job assignment!It was surprisingly clean inside and the reception area was cozy.
Erin was immediately greeted by a woman dressed in thick jeans and a leather apron. Her strong arms showed that she was used to physical labor."Greetings," she smiled. "Did your trip go well?"
Erin was still stunned and couldn't get any answers out.
"You can undress behind the curtain, no problem. There's no one else here but the two of us." The woman said and pointed to a dressing room-like corner.
Erin was shocked."Why would I undress?" she asked in shock.
"Don't you know why you're here---?" the woman was stunned.
Erin was still confused.
"I've been given a clear order. You're here for a fitting," she explained.
As Erin became increasingly confused, the woman went to her computer screen.
"Measurements for the perfect chastity belt, two different models with accessories, a chastity bra, thigh belts and chains. In addition, we'll measure your neck, wrists and ankles for the collar and cuffs. The order is very clear!"Erin was horrified, she had thought they were going to a fashion store to buy fancy clothes... being fitted for steel equipment was something else entirely!
Erin stood frozen in the middle of the clean, brightly lit reception area, her mouth slightly open, the elegant high pumps suddenly feeling far too unsteady beneath her.The woman in the leather apron waited a beat, then let out a short, sympathetic laugh.“Oh honey… you really didn’t read the contract, did you?” She shook her head, not unkindly, and tapped the computer screen again so Erin could see the order form glowing there in crisp black text:Personal Assistant – Executive Level
Uniform & Restraint Package (Mr. A. Harrington – Priority)
• Custom stainless steel chastity belt – Model “Executive” + “Travel”
• Integrated thigh bands & locking chains
• Chastity bra – full coverage with rear-lock
• Stainless steel collar (discreet day version + formal version)
• Wrist & ankle cuffs – matching set, magnetic quick-lock
• All pieces engraved, polished, fully adjustable to measurements The woman folded her strong arms across her chest. “This is the ‘clothing and accessories’ part your new boss mentioned. Everything you wear from now on gets approved by him. And the… intimate pieces? They stay on. 24/7. That’s the commitment you just signed for.”She gestured again toward the curtained corner. “Look, I get it. First day, fairy-tale feeling, big salary. Then reality hits. But Mr. Harrington’s orders are very clear: full measurements today, first fitting tomorrow morning before you report back to the office. You can keep your bra and panties on for now if it makes you feel better, but the belt and bra go over them for the initial measurements. Everything else comes off.”Erin’s cheeks burned crimson. Her mind was spinning — ˆ10–12k a month, the driver waiting outside, the penthouse office, the way Mr. Harrington had looked at her like she already belonged to him. And now this. Cold, heavy, permanent-looking steel that would lock between her legs and around her chest… and a collar around her throat.She could still feel the ghost of his fingers on her shoulders, the low murmur in her ear: You belong to me now.The woman’s voice softened just a fraction. “You can back out right now if you want. Walk away. But the car won’t take you home — it’ll take you straight back to the office to explain to Mr. Harrington why you changed your mind five minutes after signing. Your choice, princess.”She pulled the curtain aside, revealing a small, spotless changing area with a padded bench, full-length mirror, and several heavy-looking measuring tools laid out neatly on a tray.Erin’s heart hammered so hard she could feel it in her throat. Her nipples were traitorously tight against the white dress shirt again, and a confusing warmth had pooled low in her belly despite the panic.She swallowed hard, fingers trembling as they moved to the top button of her blazer.“I… I signed,” she whispered, more to herself than to the woman. “I said I was all-in…”Then, with a shaky breath, Erin stepped behind the curtain, closed it behind her, and began to undress — first the blazer, then the pencil skirt, then the crisp white shirt — until she stood there in nothing but her dark matte stockings, high pumps, and delicate lace lingerie.Her voice came out small but determined from behind the curtain.“I’m… I’m ready for the measurements.”
Erin stood motionless behind the thin curtain, the cool air of the workshop raising goosebumps along her bare arms and stomach. Her black blazer, pencil skirt, and white dress shirt lay folded on the padded bench like a discarded life. All that remained were her delicate lace bra and panties, the dark matte stockings clinging to her thighs, and the high pumps that still made her legs look endless. She stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror, heart hammering so hard it felt like it might crack her ribs.What the hell have I done?The thought screamed through her mind, sharp and panicked, while another part of her — quieter, hungrier — whispered back: You signed. You said all-in. Ten to twelve thousand euros a month. A driver. Designer everything. Mr. Harrington looking at you like you’re already his.She squeezed her eyes shut, cheeks burning. The fairy-tale feeling from the car ride had shattered the second the woman mentioned “chastity belt.” Steel. Locking. 24/7. Between her legs. Around her breasts. A collar on her neck. Cuffs on her wrists and ankles. It wasn’t fashion. It wasn’t even kinky lingerie. It was control — cold, heavy, permanent control — and she had handed it over without reading a single line of the contract.Jake…
Her stomach twisted. She could picture him right now, probably texting her from their tiny apartment, wondering why she hadn’t come home yet. She had lied straight to Mr. Harrington’s face. “Not in a relationship.” The words tasted sour now. Jake was kind, safe, normal. He made her laugh. He loved her cheerleader energy. But he could never give her this — the money, the power, the dizzying rush of being chosen by a man who ran half of Europe from a penthouse office. She had told herself it didn’t matter, that the job came first. Now the job wanted to lock her pussy away like it belonged to the company.A hot flush spread down her neck and across her chest. Her nipples were painfully tight against the lace, and she hated how her body was betraying her — a slick warmth already gathering between her legs at the very idea of being… owned. She pressed her thighs together, mortified.This is insane. I’m not some submissive toy. I’m Erin. I wanted to start small and work my way up. Study. Climb the ladder like a normal person.
But the voice that had pushed her to sign was louder: Normal people don’t get ten grand a month. Normal people don’t get private drivers and penthouse interviews. You put those modeling and cheerleader pictures in your application for a reason. You wanted to be seen. Wanted. Chosen.She opened her eyes again and looked at the measuring tools waiting on the tray just outside the curtain — cold steel calipers, heavy rings, locking mechanisms that glinted under the lights. Her freedom, her sex life, her ability to even touch herself without permission… all of it was about to be measured, fitted, and locked away.Back out now. Say you changed your mind. The car will take you straight back to him and you’ll have to explain why you’re suddenly not “all-in.” He’ll smile that same smile and you’ll feel like the stupid little cheerleader you are.Erin bit her lip hard enough to taste blood. The salary. The clothes. The way Mr. Harrington’s fingers had brushed her breast. The promise of a life she had only ever seen in movies. All of it versus steel around her most private places and a collar that would mark her as his every single day.Her hands trembled as she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall. Then she hooked her thumbs into her panties and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them. She left the stockings and heels on — they suddenly felt like the last tiny scraps of the old Erin.She took one last shaky breath, voice barely above a whisper but steady enough for the woman outside to hear.“I’m… ready. For the measurements.”Inside her head the war raged on — terror, shame, guilt, and a dark, electric thrill that made her knees weak — but her body had already made the choice. She stepped out from behind the curtain, completely exposed, and waited for the first cold touch of steel against her skin.