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Today was her interview at SaikoMart. Ami didn’t have to dress up for a part time job interview but she made sure she looked nice enough. She’d heard a lot of things about SaikoMart but she wasn’t sure if she believed them. Like how girls were made to wear short skirts and dildos at all times, and customers were allowed to fuck them. Surely no store would just let that happen, right?

She was wearing her usual blue jeans and Nike shoes with a baby blue blouse on the top. Picking up her brown leather handbag, Ami checked her simple makeup one more time in the mirror and left her dormitory. SaikoMart was across town but she could just ride her bike there pretty easily. The morning air was warm, and there was a gentle breeze. By the time she got there, she was feeling positive about the interview.

Holding a plastic file with her resume in one hand, she entered the store and approached the counter. There was a pretty girl at the counter, with big dark eyes and glossy lips Ami wanted to kiss. It took all her willpower not to look at the girl’s boobs and think about playing with them

“Uh, I have an interview today?” she said.

“Wait here,” the girl said, pressing a button on the register before she walked out from behind the counter. The girl really was wearing a skirt, and Ami couldn’t help looking at her long legs as she walked away through the store.

A few seconds later, the girl came back. “This way please,” she said, and Ami scurried after her. The other girl was maybe six inches taller than her, and Ami almost crashed into her when the girl stopped outside the office door. “In here,” she said, and left again.

Ami took a deep breath and knocked on the door before she pushed it open.

“Hello there,” the owner said, “you must be Miss Watanabe, come through here.” He lead her through the office and had her sit down on a folding metal chair with a cushion on the seat. “Did you bring your resume?”

“Yes, here it is,” she said, handing over the file to him. She watched as he took the resume out of the file and read through it.

“So Miss Watanabe…you’re a university student right now?”

“That’s right,” she said, “I study English and Spanish.”

“Very useful,” he said. His glasses flashed in the light as he looked at her. “We get a lot of foreigners here sometimes so it’ll be nice to have someone who understands well.”

“I’ll try my best,” she said.

“What other skills do you have?” he asked her suddenly.

“What do you mean?”

“Have you ever worked in a store before?”

“No,” she answered truthfully, “this is my first part time job.”

“I see.” He leaned back in his chair. “Well, maybe you know, but SaikoMart isn’t your ordinary convenience store. We offer additional services that other stores don’t. Is that ok with you?”

“Of course,” she said, nodding.

“Our uniforms are all tailored too, not the polyester garbage the other stores have. At SaikoMart we pride ourselves on looking better than the other stores. So if you don’t mind, I’ll need to measure you for a uniform to prepare it for your training shifts.”

Had it been that easy to get the job?

“Of course! No problem!” She smiled.

“Please stand up,” he requested, reaching into a drawer for a tape measure and a curious metal contraption that looked like some sort of extendable pointer. She thought what it was used for.

She stood up from the chair as requested, smoothing her clothes out nervously. The owner moved the folding chair back out of the way, circling around her. First he looped the tape measure around her breasts and she hoped he didn’t see her face turning red, especially when his fingers brushed against the side of her boobs. Then he measured her waist and her hips, his hands lingering before he measured around her ass too. Was this typical? The final measurement he took was her inner thigh and her face grew even hotter and redder when his fingers brushed against her pussy.

“Now I just need you to remove your clothes so I can check the measurements are correct.”

“My clothes?” she asked. But it seemed so typical when he said it like that she found herself unbuttoning her blouse anyway. He took it from her and draped it over the back of his chair. The expectant way he looked at her made her unbutton her jeans without being asked again, pulling them down her legs until she remembered she needed to take her shoes off first. She toed them off and stripped her jeans off, handing them over to the owner.

Ami was standing there in just her pale pink bra and panties. And her socks, but she could still feel the cold floor through the thin material. The owner approached her with the tape measure again, taking the same measurements. This time she was starting to feel wet and she hoped that he couldn’t tell while he was measuring the inside of her leg. She just wished that his fingers at the top of her inner thigh would creep inside her panties and press into her pussy.

The owner stood back up, placing the tape measure back in the drawer. He picked the metal thing up from the desk, setting the flat end on the floor. It came to the middle of her thigh and had a rounded end. He scooted it closer between her legs. “Stand with your legs shoulder length apart,” he asked, and she shifted a little.

(tbc)

NSFW: yes

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