"Hello, Mr. Mayor, sir!" Daphne exclaimed jovially. To seduce the new Mayor, she had decided to be adventurous by going braless.
"We're here for the secretary positions."
The red tube top that covered Daphne's upper body; she had pulled it down so low it barely covered her nipples. The cloth was so shamelessly thin that it left little to the imagination.
"Mr. Cromwell, I am a big fan!" Chloe followed up, pressing her shoulders together and leaning on the table. She thrust her cleavage out in public display.
"I hope you found our resumes interesting," she added with a wink.
Victor almost visibly blanched at the girls. There was nothing natural about their faces or bodies. They were likely enhanced too many times with plastic surgery.
Even though such silicon-stuffed women were attractive to ordinary men, Victor was disgusted by their appearances. The thick layer of makeup and the slutty display of their chests annoyed him.
"I went through the credentials in your applications," Victor said, paying no attention to their seductive antics. "Let's see. You barely got passing marks in your college degrees. The work experience certificates appear shady and irrelevant to town administration or secretarial work. Sorry, I can't hire either of you."
Daphne and Chloe exchanged surprised glances. Typically, their provocative behavior worked on billionaire heirs. That's because such men saw the girls as accessible fuckdolls, who'd desperately spread their legs for a wad of dollars.
"I was Miss Springfield two years ago, sir," Chloe proudly urged. "I'm sure I will be a great addition to your team. Especially while dealing with clients that need convincing."
The young woman added another wink at the end of her sentence.
"I worked with the Crane, Blackwell, and Atelier families, sir," Daphne said. "You must have heard of Mr. Damien and Mr. Elias. I reported directly under them, and they often made me work late into the night."
"Sir, we are willing to do anything for this job," Chloe said, licking her lips. "No questions asked!"
Victor realized the girls were trying to seduce him through sexual innuendos. The essence of their message was—they would gladly sleep with him in exchange for being hired.
"Please, sir…" Daphne urged, pulling her top down further. "We can show you a demonstration of our skills to change your mind. It will be our dirty little secret!"
Usually, Victor would kick them out or report them to the police for suggesting prostitution. However, he had a lingering grudge against these two little villains.
Victor nodded. "Sure. I can review your secretarial skills, if any." His hand went under the table and flipped on a hidden switch.
Chloe and Daphne exchanged sly glances this time. Their plan worked! Their interview would be successful if they put on a sexy show! They could rule beside the most powerful man in Springfield!
"Right away!" Daphne quickly ran to the door and bolted it. When she returned, Chloe was ready for her. She took the young woman in her arms and kissed her on the lips.
"We'll begin with some girl-on-girl action," she moaned.
Victor offered no response. Instead, he suddenly occupied himself with his daily schedule diary. The duo considered his silence as a yes, assuming he was shy.
Was the handsome Cromwell prince a virgin who never saw a girl naked? It was possible since he joined the army at a young age. Often, royal families shielded their heirs from affairs with ordinary women.
The two girls decided to put on a good show for him. They continued smooching on the lips and the neck, drawing out their tongues seductively. Their hands brushed over each other's bodies, groping and slapping.
Chloe pulled down Daphne's top, exposing her breasts. The girls looked towards Victor Cromwell to see his reaction. The young man was still engaged in his files. They giggled, thinking he was probably terrified of nudity. But it was a matter of time before he got aroused.
Chloe pressed Daphne's left breast and tweaked her nipple while she sucked on the right one. The latter began groaning in pleasure.
In a minute, they switched places. Daphne undressed her partner and repeated the same actions on her.
Both were topless and pleasuring each other. They expected Victor to join in soon. It was time to step it up a notch.
Daphne faced towards the Mayor's table while Chloe faced away. Both dropped all their designer clothes and slipped out of their underwear. Now they were completely naked!
Daphne swayed her hips seductively and bent over to show her privates. Chloe danced slowly, touching herself and her partner in turns.
The girls began moaning loudly, and the Mayor's office echoed with their voices as they pretended to be approaching orgasms.
At this point, Victor raised his head and spoke up. "Enough!"
Daphne and Chloe gave up their sexual positions and stood to full height. But they didn't put on their clothes and instead began giggling.
"At least you should have let us reach orgasms, Mayor Cromwell," Daphne said, grinning wildly.
"You must be really horny now, eh?" Chloe asked, licking her lips. "Do you want me to suck your dick?"
"What have you two been doing while I was occupied? This is unacceptable!"
His words made the girls snicker even more. "Acting innocent, aren't we?" Daphne said, juggling her naked breasts. "Anyway, was our interview satisfactory? Can we consider ourselves hired?"
Victor shook his head, looking disgusted. "Absolutely not! As I said, both of you lack basic educational and experiential qualifications for the secretary positions. Actually, you aren't even eligible for janitor jobs!"
Chloe and Daphne exchanged shocked glances. "What are you talking about? Are you even serious? Why did you make us strip and touch each other?"
Victor gave them a stony stare. "I merely asked you to demonstrate secretarial skills. Perhaps you could have arranged the files in the records cabinet or taken down a shorthand dictation. I condemn your indecent acts in the sacred Mayoral office!"
"What nonsense is this!" Daphne barked. "You enjoyed a free sex show, and we got nothing for it? I'll sue you for sexual harassment and rape!"
"But who is going to believe you?" Victor asked sharply, rather unperturbed by her warning. "Do you have any proof?"
The two women went feral and hissed at Victor angrily.
"Do you think you can escape a woman's accusation because you are handsome and from a royal family?"
"Which world are you living in? Women don't need proof to get men arrested for sexual harassment! Haven't you heard of the #MeToo movement?"
"Right now, we'll run outside in torn clothes and holler that we were raped! Everyone will believe us! You're so fucking screwed, Victor Cromwell!"