The Interview

By RecyclingFactory

Clara was despondent. How could she by so foolish?! She would never get an opportunity like this again! Her life was basically over. She'd just realised that she'd caught the wrong train and would miss her interview with a prestigious finance company. She clenched her fist and looked out of the window, scowling.

"Rough day?" asked the older woman sitting across from her.

"Ughh tell me about it" she huffed.

The woman looked at her sympathetically.

"I should be interviewing for J&B Associates today but instead I caught this stupid train and now I'm going to God knows where..."

The woman put her hand on Clara's arm.

"We all make mistakes" she said, smiling.

"This is the worst mistake ever! Now the whole industry will find out and they'll think I'm some sort of floozy. I'll never get hired now!"

"Don't be so sure", the woman replied. "I work in finance myself..."

"Really?"

"Have you heard of BrownWater Investments?"

Upon hearing the name "BrownWater", Clara immediately perked up and began to take a closer look at the lady sat opposite her. Clara realised that she was dressed rather well. She was dressed head to toe in black. Her blazer accentuated her shoulders. Her brown hair was styled impeccable, with streaky blonde highlights.

"You work for BrownWater? Wow that's incredible! BrownWater are the most corporate corporate-finance institution in the whole country!"

"Indeed, we manage portfolios for some of the biggest firms in the world. And, as a matter of fact, a position opened up just this morning for an intern in my department..."

Clara's face lit up.

"Here." The older woman handed Clara a business card. "Give me a call when you get home, and we'll arrange an interview."

Clara could hardly believe her luck.

"I'll call you as soon as I get home!"

"Great!" the older woman said, offering her hand. "Ms Hemsworth".

"Clara!" Clara replied, shaking her hand vigorously.

Ms Hemsworth stood up. "Excuse me, Clara, I must tend to some important business."

Clara wasn't exactly sure what important business Ms Hemsworth could attend to on the train, but she didn't care! An interview at BrownWater!

Clara could barely contain her excitement for the rest of the train journey. What a rollercoaster! Somehow this day had simultaneously been the worst and best day of her life.

True to her word, Clara called Ms Hemsworth, or more accurately, her secretary as soon as she arrived home and they set up an interview for the following Thursday.

Thursday morning came and Clara once again found herself sat on the train. But this time she knew exactly where she was going. In fact, she'd actually practiced the route the day before. She knew exactly which train to catch, which station to get off at, and how to make the short trip across town to 4 St James Square, the home of BrownWater Investments. She'd scoped out a cafe nearby that she aimed to arrive at well-before her 10:00 interview. She arrived at the cafe at 8:45, giving herself plenty of time to have a coffee and review some of her preparatory notes before the interview. Everything was perfect.

At 9:40 she arrived at the reception of the rather impressive looking 4 St James Square. She confidently walked up to the receptionist.

"Hello, I'm here for an appointment with Ms Hemsworth."

"Name?"

"Clara Davis"

"Take the elevator to the 42nd floor, then turn left. Walk to the end of the corridor and check-in with Mrs Willis, Ms Hemsworth's secretary."

"Got it" Clara replied.

"Take this" the receptionist replied, handing Clara a plastic card with the word GUEST written on it. You'll need it for the elevator.

Clara got in the elevator, scanned her card, and punched "42" into the keypad. The elevator smoothly accelerated up to speed with barely a sound. Clara looked at herself in the mirror. She looked after herself and the slim 20-year-old body reflected in the mirror proved that. Her black dress hugged her toned figure. She showed a little cleavage. Her makeup was minimalist, and her auburn hair flowed down to her shoulders.

*Ping*, "42nd floor". The elevator door opened. Clara got out took a left turn. The corridor was empty. She walked past large doors, adorned with nameplates such as Mr Davies, Accounts Manager and Mrs Horowitz, PR Manager, until she arrived at Mrs Willis's desk.

"Hello, Mrs Willis?" she said.

"Hello, you must be Clara," the homely woman smiled back.

Clara nodded.

"Ms Hemsworth has been looking forward to meeting you. Please, take a seat and I'll let her know you've arrived."

"Thank you."

Clara perched on one of the chairs in the small reception area. On her right, behind Ms Hemsworth’s desk was a large door. The door was larger than the others. It looked to be about 12 foot tall and 5 foot wide. She wondered if she would get one of the smaller offices to herself if she was accepted for the internship or if she would work on another level of the building.

The corridor was quiet. She hadn't seen anyone else other than Mrs Willis. She glanced at her watch, 09:43 it read.

After some waiting, Clara heard a click. She looked at the large door which slowly began to open. From behind it emerged Ms Hemsworth.

Somehow Ms Hemsworth appeared much more imposing and authoritative than she had done on the train. She was clearly much older than Clara. Clara would have guessed early forties. Her figure was much curvier. Her breasts were large, and her rear was curvy, although she certainly wasn't what you would call fat. She was a little taller than Clara, who stood at 5'4 herself, although this was accentuated by her heeled footwear. Clara had chosen flats.

" Clara! It's great to see you." Ms Hemsworth smiled, motioning for Clara to get up and join her in her office.

Clara stood up and smiled back. "It's great to see you too," Clara replied.

The two shook hands before Clara entered the room.

Ms Hemsworth's office was much larger than Clara had expected it to be. A large desk occupied the centre. Behind the desk were large windows offering a gorgeous panoramic view of the city. To Ms Hemsworth's left was a small kitchen with a sink and some cupboards. To Ms Hemsworth's right was another door marked PRIVATE along with a large bookshelf. In the centre of the room were a couple of chairs. But mostly the centre was dominated by Ms Hemsworth's desk. Expensive-looking paintings adorned the otherwise olive-coloured walls. The floor was made of hardwood, save for a red rug which covered the centre of the room where the chairs were.

"Just relax..." Clara told herself, trying not to be intimidated by the decorum.

"I'm glad you could make it," Ms Hemsworth said as she followed Clara into the room and closed the door.

"I managed to catch the correct train this time" Clara nervously joked.

"Could I get you a drink?"

"A glass of water, please".

"Sure, please take a seat".

Clara obliged and sat down on one of the chairs.

Ms Hemsworth's placed a glass of water at the end of her desk before sitting down in the large leather chair opposite Clara.

Clara thanked Ms Hemsworth and then scooted her chair forwards so that she was closer to the desk.

"You have a lovely office" Clara said.

"Thank you" Ms Hemsworth replied, "I designed it myself actually".

"You've done an excellent job".

"The rug really ties the room together, doesn't it?".

Clara looked down at the red rug. She wasn't exactly sure why, but it seemed to exude quality and refinement.

"Let’s get down to it then, shall we?" Ms Hemsworth asked rhetorically." Here at BrownWater, we need to know that our candidates are able to live up to the high standards demanded by our great company". She placed her elbows on the desk and leaned forward. "We don't like to make mistakes during the hiring process."

Clara was tense. Was she good enough? She steeled herself. She had prepared for this.

Ms Hemsworth continued, "You may find my style of interviewing a little unorthodox, but I'm sure you'll trust that I've had great success with it."

Clara nodded.

"It is important that I establish a high level of trust with those that work for me. I need to be sure that I can count on my subordinates to do what is asked of them"

"Clara, take off your clothes".

Clara could scarcely believe what she was hearing. She paused.

"I'm sorry, did you just ask me to… take off my clothes?"

"Yes. Take off your clothes"

Was this a test?

"Go on"

Clara hadn't prepared for this situation. She was waiting for the punchline... maybe if she started to strip that would be enough....

"Start with your shoes" Ms Hemsworth commanded.

Clara, still sitting down, removed her shoes, with hesitation. She crossed her legs together. The thick rug felt nice on her stockinged feet.

"Good. Now your dress. I want to see your body".

Clara shuddered at the comment. This was definitely out of the ordinary. But she knew that BrownWater was no ordinary company. She stood up before lifting the dress over her head, exposing her breasts. She folded her arms to cover her chest. Now all that remained on her slender frame was her black stockings and black underwear. She sat back down, clutching her dress in her lap.

"Continue…" came the response from Ms Hemsworth.

“Ummm… I’m not really comfortable going any further” Clara protested.

"That’s fine.” Ms Hemsworth replied coolly. “You can choose to terminate the interview at any time. There's no pressure" She leaned in closer, "how badly do you want it?"

Clara shuddered. It was by no means cold in Ms Hemsworth’s office, but she felt exposed. Well, I’ve come this far she told herself. She stood up.

"I want it" Clara said, determined.

Ms Hemsworth leaned back in her chair.

Clara removed her stockings, placing them on the desk with her dress. Then she slowly pulled down her panties exposing her shaved crotch. She crossed her legs to try to maintain some of her dignity and cupped her boobs with her hands. Her hair shrouded much of her face.

"Very good" Ms Hemsworth cooed. "Not many candidates are willing to go this far. You're on course so far."

Clara felt a surge of excitement at these words.

Ms Hemsworth stood up and began to walk around the desk to approach Clara. As she approached, the hairs on Clara's arms began to stand up. Ms Hemsworth got very close to Clara, standing behind her. Clara could feel her breath on her neck. She could smell her perfume. It was intoxicating.

Ms Hemsworth touched Clara’s shoulders, gently massaging them. Clara was frozen stiff. Ms Hemsworth gently removed Clara's arm away from her breasts and began to gently squeeze and twist Clara's nipples. Clara was stunned. This was definitely out of the ordinary, even for an extraordinary company.

“Well Clara, you’ve demonstrated an excellent ability to follow instructions. But can you remain calm and attentive under pressure?”

“Yes!” Clara said confidently. “Try me!”.

“That’s what I like to hear” said Ms Hemsworth as she squeezed hard on Clara’s nipple.

“Unghh” moaned Clara as she did so.

“Tell me Clara, “Ms Hemsworth said as she began circling her hand down Clara’s torso, “what impact would the purchase of an asset have on the company’s balance sheet, income statement and cash flow statement?”

“The purchase would,” Clara moaned as Ms Hemsworth reached her pubic region, teasing her by continuing to make circular motions with her fingers.

“The purchase would?” Ms Hemsworth asked inquisitively.

“The purchase would increase the total number of assets on the balance sheet. On the annual income statement, the asset would be shown to have depreciated. On the cash flow statement, the purchase could be listed as an investment.

“Very good” Ms Hemsworth replied. She moved her finger down to Clara’s labia.

“You’re wet” Ms Hemsworth remarked. Clara bit her lip.

“What” Ms Hemsworth said as she began to finger Clara, “is working capital?”

Clara moaned softly before composing herself. Focus she told herself, trying to ignore the sexual stimulation she was being subjected to.

“Working capital is the difference between current assets and” she stopped as Ms Hemsworth’s thumb began to apply pressure to Clara’s anus.

Oh God, please don’t… Clara thought to herself. Fortunately for Clara, Ms Hemsworth only teased at entry.

Clara continued, “c-current liabilities.”

Ms Hemsworth withdrew her finger from Clara’s vagina and placed it in Clara’s mouth.

“Excellent. I can tell that you prepared for this. Now, keep looking straight ahead.”

“Y-yes Ms Hemsworth” Clara stammered as Ms Hemsworth withdrew from Clara’s immediate presence. Clara stared at the panoramic view of the city. Will she keep going until I orgasm? Clara wondered. If I fake one, will she stop? Clara did not trust that that would be true.

Ms Hemsworth’s boots clicked and clacked along the wooden floor. A drawer opened and closed and then the boots clicked and clacked once more. As they reached the rug, the clicking and clacking stopped. Clara’s heart rate rose as Ms Hemsworth approached her from behind once again.

“I must say that I’ve been very impressed with you so far” Ms Hemsworth said. “Now I’d like to assess how well you know the company”.

“Do it” Clara said.

"Do you know what the total monetary value of the assets under the control of BrownWater Investments is?" Ms Hemsworth whispered into Clara's young ears.

“Si-“as soon as Clara began to answer she felt a cold object being placed on her clitoris.

“Don’t look down” Ms Hemsworth said sternly. “Continue”

“Six hundred trillion” Clara answered, trembling with anticipation.

“Correct. Six. Hundred. Trillion. Dollars” Ms Hemsworth repeated.

A click sounded, followed by a continuous buzzing. Clara felt the vibrations on her clit.

Oh God, she’s going to make me cum Clara thought. She knew it was merely a matter of time. How can I do this in a dignified way?

"In what year was BrownWater Investments founded?" Ms Hemsworth whispered into her left ear.

Clara took a moment to compose herself.”1879” she answered.

As she spoke again a click sounded, this time increasing the intensity of the vibrations.

By now Clara was moaning continuously. She began to rock back and forth on her tippy toes. She bent over and put her hands on the desk.

Ms Hemsworth placed her free hand on Clara’s lower back.

"1879" Ms Hemsworth repeated back.

Clara wanted to orgasm now, but she couldn’t’ She instinctively knew that she couldn’t just pretend. No, it had to be real. She had to cum for her boss.

After an agonizing wait for the next question, with Clara still rocking back and forth, Ms Hemsworth leaned in close to Clara’s ear.

"Do you know why we're called BrownWater Investments?"

“Because… because UNNNFF.”

This time Ms Hemsworth clicked off the vibrator. Clara's mouth was agape. She was shaking with anticipation. WHAT?!

"Answer me Clara" Ms Hemsworth demanded.

"Brow-… Brow.., why did you turn it off?!” she demanded, losing her composure.

“Answer me”

Clara gritted her teeth. “BrownWater Investments acquired its name as a result of the merge between the two founding entities, Brown's Accounting and BlueWater.”

"Not quite..." Ms Hemsworth cut her off. Whispering softly into Clara's ear, "BrownWater Investments acquired its name because..." Ms Hemsworth leaned in close and whispered into Clara's ear. "We turn little whores like yourself into shit".

And with that Clara began to convulse and moan. She was on the verge of blacking out. Fluid squirted from her urethra, dribbling down her leg and making a wet patch on Ms Hemsworth’s rug.

"I'm going to fucking eat you, Clara" Ms Hemsworth said, continuing to whisper. "You're going to become my shit."

Clara still couldn't think straight. What was happening? What the fuck was this?

"Tell me that you want to become my shit"

"I-I want to become your shit" What was she saying? Why did she say that?!

Clara's world went dark as Ms Hemsworth engulfed her head with her mouth. Ms Hemsworth gripped Clara’s arms tightly and lifted her up.

Clara began to kick and struggle as she realised what was happening, but it was too late. Clara's slender body was no match for the experienced predator. Down into her stomach went the young girl's body.

Clara settled into a terribly uncomfortable upside-down position in the stomach of the experienced professional. She continued to try and kick but the stomach was so tight she could barely move.

It was warm, dark, and smelly inside Ms Hemsworth's stomach.

"Let me out!"

"But you said you wanted me to eat you". Ms Hemsworth teased.

"You tricked me!"

"You're free to leave at any time" Ms Hemsworth replied.

"Let me out now!"

"I'd prefer if you stayed, at least for a little while. But I will let you out eventually, you can be sure of that."

Clara continued to kick and squirm to no avail.

“Is there anything you’d like to know about the company?”

“No I just want you to let me out! Please!”

“Oh but Clara you were so enthusiastic. Let me tell you about what the role of intern will- “

“I don’t care, just let me out!”

“-involve. Firstly, your role will involve becoming my shit, which you were very eager to do.”

“I don’t want to become your shit. Let me out!”

Ms Hemsworth grabbed her butt cheek.

“Another key responsibility will be to accentuate my curves. In fact, we will hold a performance review in a few days where I will assess how well you’ve done in this regard.

Ms Hemsworth eyed her shapely rear and ample bosom.

“Finally, your struggling should help me relax. You’re going a great job so far!

“Nghhhh” Clara kicked and squirmed as hard as she could, but it seemed to have no effect. “This isn’t fair! “

“Oh Clara, did you really think you had any chance of becoming anything more than my bowel movement?”

“I wanted to be a finance director like you!”

“Do you think we that we interview potential finance directors by telling them to strip and then forcing them to orgasm?”

“You told me that you were doing that to see if I could withstand pressure! You lied to me!”

“Oh, and by the way, don’t think I didn’t notice that little wet patch you made on my carpet. You’re a dirty slut Clara.”

“I’m not a slut, I’m an ambitious young student and you tricked me, now let me out you freak, it stinks in here!”

“Ha! Trust me, it’s going to stink even more in a few hours…”

“You can’t do this to me!” Clara continued to struggle.

“You only have yourself to blame if you thought you were being interviewed for anything other than a one-way trip through my digestive tract.”

“But-but- “

Ms Hemsworth burped loudly, ending the discussion.

“I’m going to digest you now Clara. Please, continue to kick and fight as my body breaks you down”.

Right on cue, Ms Hemsworth's stomach began to fill with stomach acid.

Clara began to scream as the searing acids started to fill the stomach. Immediately she felt the acid start to sear and burn her skin.

“If it’s any consolation, I thought that you were an excellent candidate”.

“It burns! Let me out, please!”

“Indeed, I have no qualms about using you make brown water.”

Ms Hemsworth sat down and began to masturbate with the vibrator, with one hand on the vibrator and the other rubbing, squeezing, and massaging her distended gut. As she turned up the intensity of the vibrator, Clara’s anguished screams also intensified.

Clara continued to scream as the acids began to break her body down. She kicked and struggled with all her might.

"Mmmmmmm digest for me Clara!" Ms Hemsworth called out.

Clara thrashed inside Ms Hemsworth’s stomach. The acid was everywhere: on her skin, in her mouth, in her eyes. She desperately wanted to escape but there was nothing she could do. The pain was becoming unbearable.

"Oh Clara! Yes! Yes! Yes!"

As she orgasmed she squeezed her stomach hard, ending Clara's consciousness. She lay in the chair, panting.

“Congratulations Clara! You’ve got the internship!”

There was no response from within her stomach and shortly afterwards, Ms Hemsworth dozed off with her panties around her ankles and a big belly full of partially digested intern.

Ms Hemsworth awoke from her nap a couple of hours later. She took a few minutes to compose herself, washed her hands and drank some water. She then sat back down and buzzed in her secretary.

"Martha! Please come here!".

A few moments later Martha entered the room and stood in the exact spot where only a few hours before young Clara had stripped, where she had met her untimely demise.

Martha knew exactly what had happened. She knew that the bright young girl she had chatted with earlier was now a pile of goop making her way through her boss's intestines. She'd known this was going to happen from the moment she learned of the interview.

"Bag up those clothes and send them to a local charity shop. Return Ms Davis’s guest pass to the reception. "

"Right away" Martha replied.

A few moments later Martha left with a bag of clothes and a guest pass. A small wet patch lay at the end of Clara’s desk. The cleaner would see to that later.

Annabel Hemsworth reclined her chair, kicked off her shoes and put both feet on her desk. She massaged her distended, albeit much smaller now, belly with both hands.

Being a senior finance director at BrownWater was a tough gig at times, but it had its moments.