Soon, the second candidate arrived.

Her hair tumbled in glossy waves, and her makeup was bold. She wore no uniform, just a tailored blouse with a deep neckline that drew the eye and emphasized her curves.

Her slim waist completed the look, making her appearance even more striking.

Even I was captivated, and I found myself curious about her in private moments.

The interview began, following the usual procedure.

However, the formalities hardly mattered. What mattered most was how she carried herself when the spotlight was on her.

"My name is Claire Leroy, and I am 22. I'm from..." she introduced herself.

As she spoke, she tossed her hair and thrust out her chest, flaunting her generous curves in a blatant attempt to seduce me.

I smiled faintly.

Claire was certainly flirty, and she seemed suitable. The question was whether she could pass my test.

While she was distracted, I quietly pressed the switch in my hand. The vibrator jerked into motion.

Claire sensed the unusual sensation beneath her and froze instantly. She went silent and stared at me with widened eyes.

I pretended to stay calm and said, "Keep going. The interview isn't over."

A faint smile tugged at Claire's lips. She rested her hands on the chair and adjusted her position, subtly parting her legs.

She seemed to be enjoying it quite a bit.

Occasional moans slipped from her lips as she said, "I have a big vision for the company…"

She didn't show the slightest hint of shyness. If anything, she became more and more animated. Her entire body rose and fell with the vibrations of the chair.

I realized that Claire was really something, and she was actually enjoying this. The frequency still seemed too low, so I decided to turn it up.

I pressed the button and raised the frequency of the motion. The intensified rhythm shook Claire so violently that she started trembling uncontrollably. Her chest jiggled so violently it seemed ready to leap from her torso.

She gripped the chair tightly, refusing to let herself be thrown off by the vibrations. Meanwhile, her hips shifted in sync with the vibrator's rhythm. Her cheeks flushed, and she tilted her head back, parting her lips slightly.

Lost in unrestrained moans, she seemed to have forgotten that the interview was still underway.

The sounds she was making stirred my blood. It had been ages since I'd heard such captivating cries, especially from a freshly graduated young woman with such beautiful curves.

Claire moaned and cried out, "Mr. Clinton, what's this beneath me? It feels so good!"

I suppressed the desire rising in my lower abdomen and coldly said, "We might encounter turbulence at any time on the plane. I'm testing your ability to handle pressure."

I added, "The interview isn't over yet. Please continue."

It was only then that Claire remembered she was still in the middle of the interview. She tried to sit upright and maintain her composure, but the sudden, erratic motion made it impossible for her to speak clearly, let alone continue.

Therefore, she came up with a solution that left me completely stunned.

She lifted her skirt and took off her panties right in front of me, leaving nothing to the imagination. Then she sat squarely on the chair.

No matter how violently the vibrator moved, the motion seemed to vanish against her body. She reminded me of a stone sinking into the sea.

I was completely dumbfounded. Claire was extraordinary. I had never seen anything like it.

As she spoke her lines with a perfectly straight face, I cranked the vibrator to its highest setting. It was large and powerful, but she seemed completely unaffected. It was as if the motion had barely registered. Claire's composure was astonishing and far beyond anything I had expected.

This wouldn't do. My clients were wealthy and demanding, and someone like this simply wouldn't satisfy them. I shook my head, letting out a sigh of frustration.

Finding a truly qualified flight attendant was proving far more difficult than I had anticipated.

Just then, Claire suddenly tensed up. She stood with a pained expression, trying to maintain her balance.

A warm gush of fluid rushed out.

Blushing, she apologized, "I'm sorry. I couldn't hold it in. Now, I've made a mess on the floor."

I rolled my eyes and waved my hand dismissively. "You can leave. Send in the next candidate."

Claire left, pouting in disappointment.

The final interviewee had a delicate frame, a high ponytail, and an oval face. Despite her figure, she appeared far too innocent and hardly what I would describe as seductive.

I couldn't help feeling a twinge of disappointment. It seemed that this year's interviews might yield nothing again. How was I supposed to keep my airline running like this?

When she sat down in the chair with a bright, genuine smile, I was already bracing myself for another dull interview.

She asked politely, "Is everything okay? You seem a bit upset."

Her thoughtfulness caught me off guard, and I felt a flicker of warmth.

"It's nothing," I replied. "Let's begin the interview."

She responded enthusiastically, "My name is Layla Morgan. I'm 21 years old, and I graduated from—"

Bored of hearing this routine too many times, I pressed the vibrator's switch without hesitation.

Layla shuddered slightly. Her cheeks flushed as she glanced at me in surprise.

My heart sank. With such a strong reaction, she might not be able to handle the interview.

Unexpectedly, she grinned. "What is this under the chair? It feels quite nice."

My eyes lit up. Beneath her innocent exterior, she was responsive.

Ivy was too prim, Claire was too overtly seductive, but Layla's combination of innocence and allure was exactly what I was looking for.

Trying to contain my excitement, I said calmly, "This is a test of your stress tolerance. Please continue."

Layla continued with the interview with a flushed face. Her reaction was neither fearful nor seductive. Instead, it was filled with excitement and curiosity.

I couldn't resist asking, "Have you ever experienced something like this before?"

Layla blushed even more at my question and whispered, "No… What's this feeling? Why does it feel so good?"

My hands were shaking with excitement. Layla was actually a virgin.

That made her a rare gem. In today's world, how many beautiful young ladies were still untouched?

I increased the rhythm and observed her reactions closely.

Her delicate body trembled as if it might shatter. She clenched her legs together, yet her body unconsciously pressed against the chair. She was savoring the vibrations.

Soon, she was completely absorbed, and her expression quickly shifted from tension to delight.

Leaning closer, I whispered, "How does it feel now?"

In a soft, sweet voice, she murmured, "It feels overwhelming, but in a good way."

A fire ignited within me as I saw her in this blend of pure innocence and subtle allure. I had never been with a woman so young, let alone one who was untouched.

I couldn't help imagining how she would react beneath me.

Suddenly, Layla's gaze shifted downward, slowly resting between my legs.

Staring at the noticeable bulge, she said with desperate longing, "I feel so restless… Can you help me?"

This was exactly the response I wanted—a mix of innocence and desire.

I stood up and walked over to her, positioning myself directly in front of her, with my waist at the level of her face.

Layla stared intently at the bulge in my pants, swallowing hard.

The chair continued its relentless vibrations, driving her closer to the edge of losing control.

Her skirt was already short, and now she had hiked it up to her waist.

Her white panties were pressed so deeply by the chair that the fabric sank into her, even leaving a damp patch.

I lifted her chin and gazed into her dazed, longing eyes. "Does it ache? Do you want me to help you?"

She nodded desperately.

Overjoyed, I lowered my trousers, and she saw my bare lower body.

My body was hot and firm.

Mesmerized, she couldn't look away. It was the first time Layla had ever seen a man's most private part.

I placed my hands on the back of her head, positioning myself directly in front of her lips. "Do you want a taste?"

She nodded. "Yes"

Without hesitation, she parted her cherry-red lips.