Savannah was just old enough to remember a when job interviews involved resumes, paperwork, and tedious questions.

Now, all a woman had to do was show up in fishnets and heels, bend over the interview couch, and hope her holes were tight and pleasing enough to land her a job with her potential boss.

“So much better than all that bullshit I used to have to go through. Since I got fucked just as much when I had to show my degree as I do now, this is way more efficient!” she thought as Mr. Randal fucked her aching asshole.