Chapter 1 - Lyra's Interview


The hallway was too crowded for Lyra to even find a place to sit.

 She stood and patiently waited to be called into the office for the interview, though her hopes of actually getting the job were diminishing by the second. More and more girls were streaming into the cramped hallway, each one more beautiful and busty than the last. 

 That was one thing she noticed changed in her life as time passed. The higher up she got, the tighter and more exclusive the circles people operated in became, the bigger the chests on the women that made it there. Lyra knew since her own started to grow that men were pigs; but it still amazed her what preferential treatment she and others got just for their size.

 The powerful scent of all the perfumes mixed together was intoxicating, and Lyra could see no reason why she would be chosen over any other girl applying. Many of them were wearing low-cut dresses or blouses so tight that their cleavage could be seen between the gaps left by the buttons that were one bad move away from popping. By comparison, she just wore a tight blue sweater. I’m never going to make it, am I?

 At twenty-three, she was already sick of having to show off to men wherever she went, but there was nothing to be done. Lyra always refused to go as far as many of these girls were going, but she understood why they were doing it. A little indignity was something she could put up with, but there were limits. Which was why she was applying to a company in her own home town in the first place and not some hyper-competitive business in the city.

 As she clutched her bag and sighed, another blonde with glossy lips and long locks left the office. Lyra secured her own brown ponytail as the secretary dragged a nail along the names written on the list. “Lyra?” she asked with a tap, looking into the crowd expectantly. 

 Lyra gulped and stepped towards her. “That’s me.” 

 The secretary smiled affably. “Mr. Vallance will see you now.” 

 Lyra smiled apprehensively and went through the door. The corner office she walked into was bigger than she imagined and offered a spectacular view of the city. A massive black table planted like a rock slab stood at the center, and behind it a balding man in his 50s wearing a polo shirt and looking out at another building with a pair of binoculars.

 Vallance was wholly recognizable. Lyra could remember seeing him a few times when she came to bring lunch to her mom with her father since she worked as his secretary. That was almost twenty years ago, but there were barely any changes in his appearance.

 He turned towards her, confused. “Who are you?”

“Lyra, sir. Lyra Armstrong?”

“Lyra!” he said, his attitude suddenly changed. He stood up and she noticed that he was wearing a pair of casual shorts and some sneakers. Hardly the right appearance for the office. As he came to stand next to her, he was over a head shorter even though she wore no heels for the occasion specifically for this reason.

“Lyra, Lyra, Lyra,” he repeated happily. “Your mom called me up and told me you’d be coming.”

 She pretended not to know. “Is that right?”

 His lively eyes stayed with her face for a few moments, then immediately came down to look at her chest. The blue sweater she wore was several sizes too small for her bust, but her mother insisted it would make a good impression. Its ribs were stretched to such a degree that not only were her nipples sticking out, but her areolas were hinted at too. 

“That’s a spectacular chest. All natural?”

 Lyra blushed. “Of course…”

 Vallance brought his paw up to touch it but hesitated only at half an inch, leaving his hand hovering. “Would you mind if I got a feel of them?”

 Of course I would mind, you asshole. I just barely walked in. But of course, that wasn’t anything she could say. The only response was to beam deferentially. “Of course, sir.” 

 He planted both his hands on her breasts and groped them with focus, seemingly testing to see if they were natural or not. “Huh,” he said with satisfaction. “You weren’t kidding. They’re so nice and soft. A lot of girls think they can fool you nowadays. And maybe they fool some guys. But not me.”

 Though he had proclaimed them as real, he did not stop touching them. He massaged her H cups between his chubby fingers and grinned. “You got a boyfriend, Lyra?”

“I do, sir.” 

“Let’s hope he doesn’t mind you working hard.” 

 Lyra bit her lip and suppressed the desire to curse him. To think that he would even bring up her boyfriend like this. What a pig. A filthy fucking pig. She thought this would go differently given that it was only a small-time company and that he knew her for years, but this was no different than what posts online told her to expect at most firms.

“My boyfriend knows I want to do my best,” she said coolly.

 Vallance chuckled. “A real trooper, huh?”

 He finally gave up on her tits and sat back down. Though he did not ask her to sit, and Lyra realized there was no chair for that purpose. She was left standing, looking into his eyes and trying not to think of the ache in her tits from the groping. 

“You know, your mom worked loyally for me for many years. It’s a shame she had to go.”

“She wanted to spend more time with her family, I guess.” 

 He cackled grimly. “Is that what she said? Truth is, Lyra, your mom was getting old. Thirty is pushing it already. But thirty-five? I made an exception because of that knockout body of hers, but c’mon. What kind of self-respecting man has a secretary that’s almost forty?”

 Lyra never thought that her mother could’ve gotten fired, but that made sense. Most places weren’t interested in hiring women over thirty. 

 Vallance picked up his binoculars and laughed. “Look at them go. Oh man. Lyra, take a look at this.” 

 She took the binoculars and pointed them to where he said. Through the glass windows of one of the neighboring buildings, she could see three girls around her age being pressed against the glass and taken by some guy that looked at least twice her age. 

 Disgusted, she lowered them and passed them back. “That’s very nice, sir.” 

“You speak German, right?”

“Yes, sir. I have a masters.” 

“That’s good, that’s good. We’re expanding internationally, so I’m going to need a few people working at my side that do as interlocutors. Well, Lyra, you’re hired. Talk to Nicky, my secretary. She’ll tell you the rest.”

“I am?” The words were almost bad news. This was a job she needed, but to work with this guy…

 The secretary told her to come in the next morning and asked her to send a detailed text with the measurements of her body. 

 Lyra came in early the next day and together with three more girls, was taken to a private room with the secretary. They were given their uniforms and instructed in things they all knew already, like following whatever Vallance said, acting respectfully, and so on. 

 Lyra wasn’t expecting the outfit to be comfortable or respectful, but she hoped it would be better than some of the uniforms girls doing low-wage jobs were forced to wear. But what she received were panties, a pair of heels, a corset, and then a sweater crop top that left the undersides of her boobs entirely exposed. 

 This was what she was expected to wear?... 

 The other girls received the exact same thing and none of them were complaining, so Lyra went along with it. She had never even worn anything this slutty for her boyfriend. So to put it on for some stranger felt incredibly demeaning.

 Worse still, she had no idea how to use the corset. One of the others attempted to help her, but the secretary clicked her tongue and angrily took over. “A corset needs to be taut.” She tugged on it so tightly that Lyra could barely breathe or move. “That’s better,” she said. 

 Lyra turned around stiffly. “I can’t move…” 

“You’ll get used to it just fine,” said the secretary. “Your body just needs to be trained for it.” 

 The other three girls finished up and then all four of them were corseted and ready to begin working. Their physiques were nearly identical - obscenely large and beautifully round breasts, long legs, and thin waists that were rendered even smaller by the corsets. 

 We look like a bunch of dolls, thought Lyra.

 The others might have been thinking precisely as her, but they all kept quiet and smiled as was expected and did as they were told. 

 An hour later, the four were in the boss’ office, standing tall and awaiting him respectfully like servants at the ready. Vallance arrived accompanied by the secretary and still occupied on the phone, bits of food occasionally falling from his mouth as he spoke rapidly and joked around with his conversation partner, a greasy taco in his other hand. 

 He went straight for his desk; but the moment the secretary pointed out the girls to him, his expression changed instantly. He put the taco on the desk and finished chewing, staring at all of them happily. “Buddy, I’ll call you right back,” he said, and ended the call.

 He stepped forwards and took a look at all of them. “Girls, girls, girls. I’m so happy to see you. Nicky might’ve told you, but today is a big day and you’re all going to be a part of it. I look forward to working with every single one of you for the months to come and pushing you to your limits.” 

 The secretary stepped up judgingly, looking at them all, her fingers threaded together. “Perhaps one of you girls would like to give Mr. Vallance a proper morning welcome.” 

 Lyra hoped it would not be her. The other girls weren’t saying anything either. Vallance’s gaze went over all of them… but stopped at her. “Lyra. I knew your mom so well. Come on. I would feel guilty if I didn’t give you the first opportunity.” 

 Vallance unbuttoned his shirt and revealed an ugly belly, then did away with his pants as well. Despite his stature, they could all see that his huge and already hard and throbbing cock curved upwards towards them, thick strings of seed dripping down from the tip. 

 At this point, even the bravest among them lost a bit of their fake smile. But Lyra was not smiling at all. Does he really want me to touch that thing? 

 Vallance dropped back into his chair and patted his meaty thigh. “Lyra, could you please get on your knees from me? From over there. I want to watch you crawl over.” 

 The secretary asked, “Can I get you a coffee, sir?”

“Oh, Nicky, you’re such a dear. That would be swell.” 

 Nobody would be coming to help her. Vallance watched her expectantly, his gaze unwavering. “Come, come, Lyra, don’t be shy. I’m sure your mom taught you properly.” 

 Stop talking about my mom, you fucking creep! As if this weren’t bad enough. The last thing she wanted to think about was that when her mom came home in the evenings and kissed her and her dad, that it was after doing what she was about to do right now.

 As instructed, she got down to her knees, struggling to move against the tight corset. As she got closer to him, her nose picked up on the rancid whiff coming from his cock. The thing was veiny and bumpy, gnarled like an ancient tree; but also filthy and unwashed.

 Lyra put her trembling hands around it and gasped, feeling like her stomach was about to turn inside out. Vallance patted her on the head as if she were his pet. “What a good girl you are. I’m already so proud of you.”

 She closed her soft young lips and kissed the underside, trying not to think of the taste and texture of it. But Vallance grabbed her by the chin a moment later, a little forcefully. He was still smiling. “Come on, Lyra, what’s that? I thought you had a masters in German.”

“I do, sir,” she said softly.

“So then what are you waiting for? Show me. Show me why you got that masters.” 

 He pulled on her ponytail a little and primed her for the tip of his cock. Lyra knew there were two choices: take it and try to do her job, or give up and go home. 

 She opened wide.

 As the precum-slick head slid into her mouth and grinded against her taste buds, she gagged instinctively. But Vallance held her in place and waited for her to recover as the black mascara tears rolled from her eyes. “Don’t worry, honey, don’t worry. It’s just your first day, after all. I would’ve figured that your boyfriend and mom taught you a thing or two, but I guess not.” 

 Lyra had never taken a cock this big and wasn’t sure what to do. She tried to move her tongue around it as she usually did, but the massive head left little room in her mouth. “Could you please go under and clean everything up for me?”

 She steeled herself and moved her tongue under his foreskin, shaking in disgust as she felt the rough smegma collecting against her tongue. It tasted so rancid that she swallowed it immediately, glad to get rid of it even if it meant taking it down.

 Vallence groaned and leaned back, looking pleased. “That’s the spirit, sweetheart. I knew you’d do well.” 

 I’m going to ask him for a raise in a week, she told herself to cope. Maybe in a few months time I’ll be far enough ahead not to have to do this anymore.

 But for the time being, her tongue slavishly caressed the undersides of his cock, cleaning every bit of smegma and swallowing it down like a good girl. When she finished, Vallance took it out and pulled his foreskin back, showing off the gleaming, clean head. “Look at that. Perfect.” 

 Thinking about everything that was in her tummy made her want to puke all over again. “Thank you, sir,” she whispered, barely able to contain her hostility. 

“You girls see how well-behaved she is?” he snapped at the other three waiting with terror to go next. “This is the kind of go-getter attitude I expect at this company. I want to expand into half a dozen more countries. And I need girls like you to help me get the job done.” 

“Of course, sir,” the others said at once, almost in a single voice.

 The secretary returned and put the steaming cup on his desk. “Here you go, sir.” 
 Vallance took a sip and smacked his lips, sighing with satisfaction. “Excellent, Nicky. Excellent. Now” - he picked up his binoculars and checked out the building across - “who’s next?”
