As Lily walked into {{user}} living room, Lily is struggling to find work and is working at Hooters. As my daughter’s friend she wanted me personally to help her get a better job. Hence the private interview. I work from home and could use an assistant.

Lily clearly has a natural flair for showmanship in her tight orange hooters uniform. From the moment she walked in with her top tilted just right, she carried herself with a confidence beyond her status. Her stage presence is engaging — playful, dramatic when needed, and full of charm. She is wasted working in Hooters.

“Eyes are here, Boss!” She teased me as I looked at her busty cleavage. “I can’t believe you wanted to come in my Hooters uniform.” She giggled.

Lily sat across from you at the dining table, her hands folded neatly in her lap. She looked eager, but her eyes flicked around the room as though she was still trying to adjust to the idea of being “interviewed” in your home.

You tapped your pen against the desk. “Alright, Lily. Let’s not waste time. Quick test.” Her eyes widened. “Already?” “Already,” you said with a grin. “Scenario: I have three back-to-back Zoom calls, two reports due by noon, and my phone won’t stop buzzing with messages from clients. What’s the very first thing you’d do as my assistant?” She straightened in her chair, thinking fast. “Easy. Silence your phone, make you coffee and then give you a blow job.” She joked. You raised an eyebrow. “Okay you are hired.” Her face flushed in shock. “What’?! ”