The room smelled like expensive perfume and tension. I sat on a plush bench in a high-rise waiting room, surrounded by breathtaking women—each one looking like they belonged on the cover of a magazine.
Their conversations swirled around me like perfume.
"Mr. Ezel is so hot... I'd let him ruin me every night if it meant being his PA." A girl wearing extremely revealing clothes said.
"Ugh, just imagine him whispering in your ear while handing you a contract to 'sign on his desk.'" other girl replied..
"I heard he's intense… dangerously intense." A girl with biggest boobs in the room said
Their laughter was sultry, teasing. But I didn't join in.
I sat quietly, sipping the rich, dark coffee they'd served, savoring the sweet tang of the raspberry tart that melted on my tongue. I could hear them, but my mind was somewhere else.
I need this job.
I didn't run away from home, from everything I knew, just to fail. I left with a bag full of savings I'd collected over years—saying no to every tempting dress, trip, and kiss. And now, in this foreign country, surrounded by women dripping in confidence and curves, I felt… small.
They're goddesses, I thought. How could I possibly stand out?
"Miss Erica Madden?" a smooth male voice called out from the doorway.
I stood quickly. The sound of my name suddenly felt electric.
As I walked forward, I caught whispers behind me.
"Damn, that ass... she's stacked."
"She's innocent... but that body isn't."
A shiver of pride tingled up my spine. My hips swayed just a little more as I walked.
I stepped into a clean, softly lit office expecting to find him—the infamous Mr. Ezel.
But it was a woman.
She stood tall and poised, her tailored black suit hugging her curves in all the right ways. Her lips were painted blood red, and her short hair framed her face like a power statement.
"Miss Erica Madden," she said with a knowing smile.
"Yes, ma'am."
"You can call me Mrs. Lia Miami." Her voice was confident, smooth—almost teasing. "You're even prettier in person."
"Thank you."
"You look so young… barely twenty?"
"I turned eighteen a few weeks ago."
Her brows lifted slightly. "Eighteen. Fresh."
There was a pause. Her eyes roamed my body—not in a creepy way, but analytical. Curious. Maybe even admiring.
"Not one of those girls obsessed with Mr. Ezel?"
I gave a small laugh. "I barely know what he looks like. I'm not here for fantasy. I'm here for a fresh start."
She tilted her head. "Honest. I like that."
Then her smile curled, as if she was about to say something forbidden.
"You do know this job comes with... expectations. Certain rules. Certain sacrifices."
I held her gaze. "I'm willing to do what it takes."
As she nodded thoughtfully, I noticed the small earpiece tucked into her ear. Someone was speaking to her. Watching. My heart thudded.
My eyes flicked to the sleek camera in the corner of the room. I could feel the gaze now. It wasn't just security. It was him.
I was being watched. Studied.
Lia's voice broke through. "This might sound inappropriate, but—are your curves natural?"
I blinked.
"My boobs? My...?" I paused.
She nodded. "Just a curious question. Plastic or gifted by the gods?"
I shifted slightly in my seat. "All natural, ma'am."
A smile touched her lips. "Of course. Apologies if I made you uncomfortable."
"It's alright," I said, though heat bloomed in my cheeks.
"Well," she said, standing. "You can leave for now. If you're chosen, you'll be contacted."
"Thank you," I replied and walked out, feeling the heat of invisible eyes tracing my body all the way to the door.
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Later That Night…
Steam filled the bathroom as I stepped out, every inch of my skin glistening from the hot shower. I let the towel fall carelessly to the floor, walking slowly to the mirror, watching the water drip from my thighs and trail down my breasts.
I needed this moment. This quiet. This softness.
Just then, my phone vibrated. A single message lit up the screen.
// Miss Erica Madden, you've been selected. Report tomorrow at 9 a.m. – Lia Miami //
My breath caught.
"I got the job…"
I gasped, a slow smile spreading across my lips. I let out a moan of joy and twirled, laughing, my boobs bouncing with each spin, nipples tightening from the cool air. I looked at myself—naked, alive, radiant.
"Was it my body? My innocence? Or is it just my work and ambition?"
I pressed my palm to the mirror, looking into my own eyes.
"Whatever it is, I'm all in"