The Unconventional Hiring: Dr. Kavita's Erotic Interview Methods

I stepped into the doctor's office, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and nerves. I was here for a job interview, but I couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. Maybe it was the way the receptionist had smirked at me when she announced my name, or the fact that the door to the office was slightly ajar.

As I pushed the door open, I was greeted by the sight of Dr. Patel, the woman who would be interviewing me. She was sitting behind a large oak desk, her legs casually crossed. But what caught my attention was her unusual attire - or lack thereof. She was wearing a sheer white blouse, unbuttoned just enough to reveal a lacy black bra underneath. Her skirt was short and tight, showing off her toned legs. I felt my face flush as I took in the sight of her.

"Ah, you must be my three o'clock," Dr. Patel said, standing up to greet me. She extended a hand, her long nails painted a deep red. "I'm Dr. Patel. But please, call me Sangeeta."

I shook her hand, trying to maintain my composure. "Nice to meet you, Dr. Patel. I'm Alex."

She gestured for me to take a seat, and I did, my eyes still fixed on her. She seemed completely at ease, as if this was a normal way to conduct an interview. I couldn't help but wonder if I had walked into some sort of trap.

Sangeeta sat back down and leaned back in her chair, her eyes locked on mine. "Alex, I'm going to be frank with you. I've been looking at your browsing history."

My heart skipped a beat. How could she know about that? I had been so careful to cover my tracks.

Sangeeta must have seen the look of shock on my face, because she chuckled and said, "Don't worry, I'm not here to judge. In fact, I have a bit of a confession to make myself. I have the same...interest as you do."

She turned her computer screen to face me, and I saw that she had pulled up a video. It was one of the same types of videos I had been watching. I felt my face flush even deeper as I took in the sight.

Sangeeta leaned back in her chair and started to casually fondle herself as she spoke. "I know it's not exactly conventional, but there's something about it that I find incredibly arousing. The taboo, the forbidden...it's all so thrilling."

I tried to maintain my composure as I became increasingly aroused by the situation. I couldn't believe what was happening. Here I was, in a job interview, and the woman interviewing me was openly discussing her own fetish.

Sangeeta noticed my discomfort and playfully insulted me, saying, "Oh, don't be shy. I've seen worse."

She then proceeded to describe the weight and feel of her own massive, sagging breasts, encouraging me to imagine holding them while another female doctor cut them off. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. But at the same time, I couldn't deny the intense arousal I felt.

Sangeeta invited me to join her in this fantasy, asking me to masturbate with her as we continued to watch the videos. I hesitated, but Sangeeta's confident and commanding demeanor made it difficult for me to refuse.

As we continued, Sangeeta suggested taking the fantasy to the next level, inviting me to join her in the waiting room and do the same with some of the old, fat women there. I was shocked and tried to back out, but Sangeeta's playful insults and persuasive words made me reconsider.

We eventually made our way to the waiting room, where Sangeeta proceeded to proposition the other women, much to my disbelief. To my surprise, some of the women agreed, and the group engaged in a psychologically erotic discussion about their desires and fantasies.

I was overwhelmed by the situation but couldn't deny the intense arousal I felt. As the chapter ends, I am left to contemplate the unexpected turn of events and what it means for my future at the clinic.