The Most Humiliating Job Interview (Patreon)

"Wait, what?! Where do you think you're going?!" Nadine barked, spreading her arms and pressing her long scarlet nails against the rough brick walls of the hallway. Her tall red patent leather platforms squeaked uncertainly against the concrete floor as she tried to spread her legs wider, either to completely block the narrow passage or because she still had trouble keeping her balance in those "work" shoes.

"To work," Joseph replied calmly, a tall, slightly hunched man pushing two meters in height, who looked like a giant compared to tiny Nadine and her 155 centimeters.

Nadine snorted, her bright red ponytail swaying behind her, while her large heavy breasts immediately bounced from the sudden movement, pulling at the thin straps of her top that were already struggling to do their job.

"You're not going anywhere until you promise you'll get me a job!" Nadine shouted, wincing slightly at her own shrill voice while trying not to show it. After all, after six months in this body she had already accepted that her voice no longer sounded the way it used to, and instead of the familiar rough tone it kept breaking into that irritating high pitch that made even her want to clamp a hand over her mouth.

She pressed her palms harder against the brick, feeling her long nails scrape across the rough surface, while her back was already starting to ache from the slightly forward-leaning posture that forced her to maintain both her balance and the cursed enormous weight on her chest, which pulled downward even harder in this position. Every breath came with a faint swaying motion, which only irritated her more because she wanted to look intimidating, not like some clumsy girl trapped in an outfit that showed far too much while standing in the middle of someone else's hallway.

"What job? I've never seen you before in my life, girl! Let me through!"

"No! I'm not letting you through! You stole my body and my life!" her voice thundered through the hallway loudly enough that a peephole opened in one of the apartment doors. "Do you have any idea what I had to go through to find you?! And if you think I'm just going to walk out of here and keep working as a hooker, then you're mistaken!"

Joseph slowly exhaled through his nose, as if trying to contain his irritation, and closed his eyes for a second.

"Good Lord..." he muttered, lowering his gaze directly to her breasts, which rose and fell heavily with each breath, noticeably swaying beneath the thin top. "What makes you think I got anything that was 'yours'?"

He demonstratively made air quotes with his fingers.

"And who managed to become the Chief Operating Officer of Hawthorne Logistics six months after the incident using my knowledge?" Nadine hissed, barely maintaining her balance because one of her platforms suddenly slipped across a smooth patch of concrete, making her instinctively press harder against the walls, her long nails scraping across the brick with an unpleasant screech.

"You seriously think I stole your knowledge?" he replied in a low, slightly amused voice. "The incident affected thousands, sweetheart. Some people got formulas, some got someone else's memories, and some, like you, apparently ended up in completely different bodies. But I had nothing to do with it. I just happened to be in the right place at the right time with some new ideas about logistics."

Nadine frowned, squeezing her eyes shut in frustration and despair.

"So just let me through," Joseph finished, already starting to squeeze past her, but Nadine suddenly lurched forward, nearly losing her balance on the tall platforms.

"Wait!" she cried out in that high, breaking voice that still grated on her ears. "I... I'll do anything. Do you hear me? Anything! I used to be Mark Reynolds, for God's sake, the director of an entire department at Hawthorne Logistics, I worked there for twenty years and I can still be useful! Am I asking for that much? Make me your fucking secretary! I'm begging you!"

She didn't even realize at first how that last sentence had slipped out, because something inside her was still fighting, still clinging to the scraps of her former dignity, but the reality of what awaited her if Joseph refused was even more humiliating. Working as a hooker for that idiot John, who had started talking to her barely a week after she ended up in this body as if she weren't the former head of logistics for all of southern England, but some empty-headed girl from the streets whose only advantages were the size of her tits and the way men looked at her. She could have found another job instead of continuing "Nadine the prostitute's path," the woman whose body Mark had ended up in, but the incident had given her more than just this cursed body. It had also dumped an entire set of knowledge from some brainless bimbo into her head: how to apply lipstick properly, how to sway her hips so men instantly got hard, how to moan so a client would finish faster, and how to hold her posture so her huge tits always looked as appealing as possible. Those skills had embedded themselves deep into her brain, and no matter how hard Mark tried to ignore them, they surfaced at the worst possible moments.

"Listen..." Her voice cracked, and she squeezed her eyes shut for a second, as if swallowing the last remnants of her pride. "I really will do anything... anything you say, understand? If you want, I'll sit under your desk like some fucking office whore, whenever you call I'll come running, smiling, nodding, pretending I'm stupid..." She swallowed, feeling her throat tighten while her breasts dragged heavily downward, as if reminding her of every word she was saying. "If you want, right now... I'll... I'll suck your cock right here in the hallway if that's what it takes, just... just hire me."

Nadine stood there breathing heavily, her enormous breasts swaying beneath the thin top, her nipples clearly visible through the fabric. Heavy earrings swung from her earlobes, lightly tapping against her neck and cheeks. Her platforms trembled on the concrete floor, and her knees bent slightly as she struggled to maintain the ridiculous stance with her legs spread wide apart.

A lot had happened during six months in this body, but this... standing in a narrow hallway that smelled of dampness, stretched between two walls, her legs shaking on high heels while offering herself to the first person she met, someone who didn't even take her seriously... this was a new low even for her.