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Part 3 It was the most interesting interview in my life, it lasted almost 2 hours! We talked about life, about values, about interests, about work. I saw in this man a brilliant leader and a brilliant salesman. At the end of our conversation, there was only one thought in my head: "I want to work with this person at any cost, because I can learn a lot from him. No amount of money can buy such an experience." When I looked at my palms, there were no bumps on them. Oh, a miracle! It was as if my body had deliberately provoked such a symptom so that I would run away from that job to this one and make the right decision. It's crazy! It's a sign! I see the signs! A couple of days later, I was standing at the reception desk in this salon. To be honest, I'm not much of an administrator – I kept confusing payments, losing receipts, and signing people up for the wrong dates. But what I did well was energize people with the desire to visit this salon. Because I fell in love with this place. It seemed to me that if everyone in the city found out about him, then there would be no shortage of customers, and we could open another beauty salon, and then another, and then turn it into a network… It was as if I felt like an owner dreaming of scaling. These thoughts became more and more intrusive every day. I felt a surge of strength and energy, a powerful euphoria. I almost stopped sleeping and didn't feel hungry, worked hard and walked home across the city – I had so much energy. I didn't notice how my behavior was becoming inadequate. P.S. I remind you that these are real photos of that time :)

Published: January 7th 2024, 9:00:37 am

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Part 3 It was the most interesting interview in my life, it lasted almost 2 hours! We talked about life, about values, about interests, about work. I saw in this man a brilliant leader and a brilliant salesman. At the end of our conversation, there was only one thought in my head: "I want to work with this person at any cost, because I can learn a lot from him. No amount of money can buy such an experience." When I looked at my palms, there were no bumps on them. Oh, a miracle! It was as if my body had deliberately provoked such a symptom so that I would run away from that job to this one and make the right decision. It's crazy! It's a sign! I see the signs! A couple of days later, I was standing at the reception desk in this salon. To be honest, I'm not much of an administrator – I kept confusing payments, losing receipts, and signing people up for the wrong dates. But what I did well was energize people with the desire to visit this salon. Because I fell in love with this place. It seemed to me that if everyone in the city found out about him, then there would be no shortage of customers, and we could open another beauty salon, and then another, and then turn it into a network… It was as if I felt like an owner dreaming of scaling. These thoughts became more and more intrusive every day. I felt a surge of strength and energy, a powerful euphoria. I almost stopped sleeping and didn't feel hungry, worked hard and walked home across the city – I had so much energy. I didn't notice how my behavior was becoming inadequate. P.S. I remind you that these are real photos of that time :)

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Part 2 In the first one, I was immediately offered the position of administrator and I decided not to go to the next interview. When I sat down at my desk, I found a strange lump on my palm that had not been there before. It began to distract me, I looked at my hands and did not understand what it was. After a few hours, it seemed to me that it had increased in size, and I could no longer think of anything else. I started searching for information on the Internet and found similar photos with the caption "palm paresis". There were scary things written in the article that my hand might stop moving. I was very scared and took time off from my internship on my first day and ran to the emergency room! When I rang the bell, I was asked about my problem. I said I suspected palmar paresis. I was told that I need to go to the clinic. I was very upset because visiting a city polyclinic always takes a long time – first you need to make an appointment, and then wait a few days for a doctor's appointment. And I remembered about the second interview, because the second beauty salon was right next to this hospital. I called the director, and by a lucky chance he was free and agreed to see me much earlier. I walked to this place. When I walked in, I couldn't contain my joy. It was a large two-storey beautiful beauty salon with a medical license. There were manicures, hairdressers, cosmetologists, massages and a bunch of other services. Literally everything that can be imagined. I was met by a nice man in a Ferrari branded T-shirt and invited to the office. P.S. I didn't think that the post would be so long) The sequel will be tomorrow :*

Part 2 In the first one, I was immediately offered the position of administrator and I decided not to go to the next interview. When I sat down at my desk, I found a strange lump on my palm that had not been there before. It began to distract me, I looked at my hands and did not understand what it was. After a few hours, it seemed to me that it had increased in size, and I could no longer think of anything else. I started searching for information on the Internet and found similar photos with the caption "palm paresis". There were scary things written in the article that my hand might stop moving. I was very scared and took time off from my internship on my first day and ran to the emergency room! When I rang the bell, I was asked about my problem. I said I suspected palmar paresis. I was told that I need to go to the clinic. I was very upset because visiting a city polyclinic always takes a long time – first you need to make an appointment, and then wait a few days for a doctor's appointment. And I remembered about the second interview, because the second beauty salon was right next to this hospital. I called the director, and by a lucky chance he was free and agreed to see me much earlier. I walked to this place. When I walked in, I couldn't contain my joy. It was a large two-storey beautiful beauty salon with a medical license. There were manicures, hairdressers, cosmetologists, massages and a bunch of other services. Literally everything that can be imagined. I was met by a nice man in a Ferrari branded T-shirt and invited to the office. P.S. I didn't think that the post would be so long) The sequel will be tomorrow :*

The Interview: Part 3 He pursed his lips and explained the situation. “Mr. V was highly recommended to us by one of our friends as a very experienced, charming, and good-looking Master. After having talked to him for some time, I agree that he is a fine gentleman. Mr. V travels a lot and is looking for good company every time he is in our city.” My Master looked at me lazily, but I knew he was taking note of my excitement. “If you successfully pass the interview, you will be rewarded by being his three-hole doll and spending a night with him whenever he is in town.” A large smile spread across my face while I heard him talk. I was stunned and incredibly grateful to have such an open-minded Owner who is willing to arrange something like this. I love him so much! After thanking him a million times for this extremely kinky arrangement, I suddenly realized what was at stake. It would make me feel terrible to fail my Owner and also lose out on such a great adventure. I was determined to do my best and try my hardest to please Mr. V by fulfilling his demands. He even chose my outfit for the interview in anticipation. On the day of my interview, I found myself growing more nervous and clumsier as the time passed. It took my Master reassuring me to calm my nerves down. Sir mentioned that Mr. V had shown interest in me from being a member of the Gentlemen’s Club and this made me proud. I went to respond when the doorbell rang. With a deep breath, I fixed my skirt. The outfit for this evening was barely anything and each movement I made exposed my pussy. I opened the door and my knees buckled immediately. Have I ever mentioned that I have a kink for suits?

The Interview: Part 3 He pursed his lips and explained the situation. “Mr. V was highly recommended to us by one of our friends as a very experienced, charming, and good-looking Master. After having talked to him for some time, I agree that he is a fine gentleman. Mr. V travels a lot and is looking for good company every time he is in our city.” My Master looked at me lazily, but I knew he was taking note of my excitement. “If you successfully pass the interview, you will be rewarded by being his three-hole doll and spending a night with him whenever he is in town.” A large smile spread across my face while I heard him talk. I was stunned and incredibly grateful to have such an open-minded Owner who is willing to arrange something like this. I love him so much! After thanking him a million times for this extremely kinky arrangement, I suddenly realized what was at stake. It would make me feel terrible to fail my Owner and also lose out on such a great adventure. I was determined to do my best and try my hardest to please Mr. V by fulfilling his demands. He even chose my outfit for the interview in anticipation. On the day of my interview, I found myself growing more nervous and clumsier as the time passed. It took my Master reassuring me to calm my nerves down. Sir mentioned that Mr. V had shown interest in me from being a member of the Gentlemen’s Club and this made me proud. I went to respond when the doorbell rang. With a deep breath, I fixed my skirt. The outfit for this evening was barely anything and each movement I made exposed my pussy. I opened the door and my knees buckled immediately. Have I ever mentioned that I have a kink for suits?

Part 4 I was generating a hundred ideas every minute, talking very loudly, getting confused in my thoughts. My eyes were shining like I was crazy. This went on for several days, until I finally lost my adequacy. I approached people on the street and offered to visit the salon, I went to different offices and invited them to cooperate with us, I went to other beauty salons and invited them to take our name and become part of a network of beauty salons… At one point, I walked to the football field, took off my shoes and lay down in the very center... it seemed to me that this was how I was charged with the energy of the sun and the earth. Do I need to explain that I literally went crazy? Of course, this behavior did not go unnoticed. There were rumors in the team that I was using illegal substances, and the director, taking care of me, called my relatives and reported my strange behavior. My family tried in every way to lure me to their home, and when they succeeded, they locked me up. I didn't understand what was going on! For what? After all, my life has just started to get better, I have found a great job, I have a lot of ideas and I urgently need to do things, and I am locked in the house without explanation. I became hysterical, I cried and asked to be let out, I began to destroy everything in my path, hoping that the door would open. Then they tied me up and said they had called for help for me and I needed to calm down. A car arrived and I was taken to a CLINIC FOR ADDICTS. I was shocked when I realized this! Why, for what? After all, I lead a sober lifestyle! Why would my closest people treat me like this?? To be continued...

Part 4 I was generating a hundred ideas every minute, talking very loudly, getting confused in my thoughts. My eyes were shining like I was crazy. This went on for several days, until I finally lost my adequacy. I approached people on the street and offered to visit the salon, I went to different offices and invited them to cooperate with us, I went to other beauty salons and invited them to take our name and become part of a network of beauty salons… At one point, I walked to the football field, took off my shoes and lay down in the very center... it seemed to me that this was how I was charged with the energy of the sun and the earth. Do I need to explain that I literally went crazy? Of course, this behavior did not go unnoticed. There were rumors in the team that I was using illegal substances, and the director, taking care of me, called my relatives and reported my strange behavior. My family tried in every way to lure me to their home, and when they succeeded, they locked me up. I didn't understand what was going on! For what? After all, my life has just started to get better, I have found a great job, I have a lot of ideas and I urgently need to do things, and I am locked in the house without explanation. I became hysterical, I cried and asked to be let out, I began to destroy everything in my path, hoping that the door would open. Then they tied me up and said they had called for help for me and I needed to calm down. A car arrived and I was taken to a CLINIC FOR ADDICTS. I was shocked when I realized this! Why, for what? After all, I lead a sober lifestyle! Why would my closest people treat me like this?? To be continued...

The Interview: Part 1 “Artig, I’m going to need you to clear any plans that you may have for Saturday evening.” I looked at my Owner with curious eyes. We were planning our week together and Saturdays usually are free for me to do whatever I have in mind. It was hard not to be nosy but curiosity stirred inside of me and I couldn’t help but ask what we would be doing. I bit my lip, noticing my Master’s stare. I was sure he was going to avoid my question and keep the plans to himself but instead he smiled. “You are going to have an interview, and if you succeed, you will have a new job.” My eyebrows drew together. Was it some sort of roleplay game? But with who? I tried to ask more questions but the stern look my Owner gave me meant that I’d had enough information. But it was killing me a bit inside to not know what was going on! How was I going to be able to prepare? What if I failed this interview because I didn’t have enough time to get myself together? I began to prod my Owner again until he finally lost his temper and pulled me over his lap to punish me. Master spanked me until I wouldn’t dare to ask any more questions, but as the days passed by after that, I couldn’t help but get more curious! Two days before my interview my Owner texted me while I was at work. “This is Mr. V’s number. Contact him and do everything to get the job. Do not blame me if anything goes wrong.” I could almost see his light scowl in my mind. This was a lecture I had received before. I had a tendency to get very nervous and become uncertain about everything, which can sometimes lead me to become very clumsy. Who was Mr. V? The idea of this mystery man made me extremely excited but also very nervous.

The Interview: Part 1 “Artig, I’m going to need you to clear any plans that you may have for Saturday evening.” I looked at my Owner with curious eyes. We were planning our week together and Saturdays usually are free for me to do whatever I have in mind. It was hard not to be nosy but curiosity stirred inside of me and I couldn’t help but ask what we would be doing. I bit my lip, noticing my Master’s stare. I was sure he was going to avoid my question and keep the plans to himself but instead he smiled. “You are going to have an interview, and if you succeed, you will have a new job.” My eyebrows drew together. Was it some sort of roleplay game? But with who? I tried to ask more questions but the stern look my Owner gave me meant that I’d had enough information. But it was killing me a bit inside to not know what was going on! How was I going to be able to prepare? What if I failed this interview because I didn’t have enough time to get myself together? I began to prod my Owner again until he finally lost his temper and pulled me over his lap to punish me. Master spanked me until I wouldn’t dare to ask any more questions, but as the days passed by after that, I couldn’t help but get more curious! Two days before my interview my Owner texted me while I was at work. “This is Mr. V’s number. Contact him and do everything to get the job. Do not blame me if anything goes wrong.” I could almost see his light scowl in my mind. This was a lecture I had received before. I had a tendency to get very nervous and become uncertain about everything, which can sometimes lead me to become very clumsy. Who was Mr. V? The idea of this mystery man made me extremely excited but also very nervous.