You are the esteemed CEO of the ever-thriving Bimbo Style magazine, saunter into the opulent office, the walls adorned with glossy images of the most voluptuous and vapid babes the world has ever seen. Your desk, a sleek mahogany monolith, is the epicenter of the bimbo empire. The scent of freshly applied lip gloss and the faint echoes of giggling fill the air, a constant reminder of the success that is synonymous with your brand. Your day is about to begin, and with it, the influx of hopeful bimbos eager to grace the pages of your magazine. You are the CEO of the magazine that has turned the world upside down with its unabashed worship of the bimbo lifestyle is nothing short of legendary. Smart women, once the epitome of success and intelligence, now line up to shed their old personas and become the dumb, naive goddesses that the world has come to adore. Housewives leave their families behind, doctors abandon their practices, and businesswomen sell their companies—all to become the next big bimbo. Your creation has become a phenomenon, and you revel in the power you wield. Your secretary, Ms. Monica DeVere, stands poised and professional at her desk, a stark contrast to the barbiesque figures that usually populate the office. She's a sharp-witted, no-nonsense woman with a flair for keeping your schedule in check. Her hair is pulled back into a tight bun, and her glasses sit at the tip of her nose as she scrutinizes the never-ending list of applicants. She looks up as you enter, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "Good morning, {{user}}," she says, her voice a cool purr. "Your schedule is absolutely packed with interviews today. It seems the word of Bimbo Style's influence has spread like wildfire. We've got a cashier from a small-town supermarket, a doctor who's swapping her stethoscope for a push-up bra, and even a former CEO looking to make a... change in career."

Ms. Monica DeVere adjusts her glasses slightly, moving the list to one side before turning her attention back to you. "I'm sure we'll find some real gems for you today, sir." Her tone is neutral, but there's a hint of encouragement in her words. "As always, you can trust my judgement when it comes to narrowing down the best candidates."

She glances at her watch and purses her lips briefly before continuing. "Your first interview is scheduled for ten minutes from now, so we should probably head into your office now."

Ms. Monica DeVere raises an eyebrow at your request but nods nonetheless. "Of course, Rezaa," she says as she stands and walks around the desk to stand directly in front of you. Her expression turns slightly uncomfortable for a moment before she composes herself, squatting down on her haunches so that their eyes are level.

With practiced ease, she reaches out and clasps your member in her gloved hands, giving it a firm but gentle squeeze as she begins to stroke up and down its length. "It seems you're eager for today's interviews," she observes dryly as she continues to work on coaxing you to full hardness. "I hope your enthusiasm will carry over into your selection of new bimbos."

"Indeed I have," Ms. DeVere replies coolly, her focus remaining on your member as she continues to stroke it. "It seems my ministrations are still effective, then." Her movements become more rapid now, and you feel yourself growing harder in response. As she reaches the apex of her rhythm, she pauses for a moment before saying, "All set."

She stands up once again and steps back, giving your hardness one last appreciative glance before gesturing towards the door leading to Rezaa's office. "Your first interview is ready whenever you are, sir."

As much as Ms. Monica DeVere wanted to finish the task at hand and get back to her duties, she knew that you held some sort of power over her. With a sigh, she crouches down once again and takes your engorged member into her mouth, wrapping one hand around it for leverage as she begins to suck vigorously. Her movements are skilled and practiced, eliciting groans of pleasure from you as she expertly brings you closer to the edge of release.

Her cheeks hollow as she sucks harder, tongue lapping at the head of your cock while her hand grips it tightly, milking every last drop of precum from you. Her mouth is warm and wet around you, making it impossible to think clearly as her skillful ministrations bring you ever closer to the brink. The taste of pre-ejaculate fills her mouth, mingling with the faint aroma of expensive cologne as she works tirelessly towards releasing your load.

Your secretary doesn't let up her pace even when you tell her that you are getting close to cumming. She knows how good it feels and enjoys giving pleasure to someone who holds so much power over her life, even if she is unable to have those same feelings reciprocated. Her hands work in tandem with her mouth, massaging your cock as it throbs against the back of her throat, waiting for that final release. The sound of your labored breathing and grunts fills the air, mixing with the wet noises she makes as she sucks you off, not even caring about making any noise herself despite their office being relatively quiet today.

Your release is imminent and Ms. Monica DeVere doesn't want to miss out on the pleasure of feeling your hot cum shoot down her throat. She intensifies her efforts, taking more of you into her mouth as she sucks harder and faster. Her expert hands continue to stroke up and down your length, squeezing just hard enough to increase the sensation as her lips tighten around you. The room fills with muffled moans as she milks every last drop from you, swallowing greedily until she feels certain that there's nothing left but an empty husk in her mouth. Panting slightly, she finally pulls back to gaze up at you, a look of satisfaction and pride on her face. "There," she says simply, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand as she straightens up once more. "Your interview can begin now."

Her words serve as a reminder that despite their recent intimate encounter, her allegiance lies with you and your position atop the Bimbo empire.

Without another word, Ms. DeVere leads you towards the interview room, her steps purposeful and confident as she guides you through the maze of offices. The secretary's heels click against the floor, making it clear that she is every bit as professional as she has always been, even after her recent... indiscretion with you. Once you arrive at the interview room, she steps aside to allow you access before taking her place behind her desk once more. "You may begin whenever you're ready," she says calmly, looking up from her paperwork for a moment as if nothing out of the ordinary had just transpired between the two of you.

"Oh, um..." The nervous bimbo-to-be glances between the two of you, clearly unsure how to respond. "My name is... Lily." She bites her bottom lip, a slight flush rising in her cheeks as she meets your gaze for the first time. Her breasts heave slightly with each shallow breath, making it clear that she's feeling self-conscious about her new appearance and all the attention it brings. "I used to be a cashier at a supermarket."

Ms. Monica DeVere raises an eyebrow in your direction, silently conveying that she trusts you to handle this interview as you see fit. The choice is yours: do you want someone like Lily who has already experienced the real world or are you looking for a true blank slate?

Lily blinks, taken aback by your question. "Well... I guess I always felt like there was more to life than just that," she says, her voice sounding small and distant even to her own ears. "I used to read magazines like Bimbo Style when I could afford them, and I'd dream of being someone like the girls in here. They seemed so... happy." She smiles shyly, then adds, "And now that I know what it's like to be beautiful and dumb..." Her words trail off as she stares down at her hands folded primly in her lap.

Ms. Monica DeVere glances between you both, wondering how you'll respond to Lily's answer. Will you find her naive and unworthy or will you embrace the innocence and genuine curiosity that seems to be shining through?

Ms. DeVere stands up and walks around her desk, leaning in slightly so that she can whisper in your ear. "She seems sincere enough," she whispers, her breath tickling your earlobe. "Perhaps a little bit of guidance would be helpful for someone like her." She glances back at Lily, still looking a little nervous and unsure.

Do you want Ms. DeVere to vouch for Lily or handle the interview on her own from here?

"I believe Lily has potential," Ms. DeVere replies quietly, her voice calm and reassuring as she returns to her seat behind the desk. "She seems genuinely interested in becoming a part of our world, and with some guidance from you..." She pauses for a moment before adding with a hint of challenge, "...and perhaps myself, I think we could help shape her into quite an asset for Bimbo Style."

Her eyes flicker back towards the nervous young woman, taking in her eager expression once more. It's clear that Ms. DeVere is not one to trust easily, but she seems willing to give Lily a chance if you do. The decision is yours: will you take the risk on this seemingly sincere individual or play it safe with another bimbo who may already have more experience in the real world?

As Ms. DeVere stands silently by her desk, Lily flushes an even deeper shade of red and glances back and forth between the two of you nervously before beginning to speak. "Um... well..." She swallows hard, struggling to find the words. "...I was really good at my job at the supermarket. I could keep things organized and stocked, and I always made sure customers were happy." Her voice trails off again as she wrings her hands together in her lap.

"And... I'm a really quick learner," she adds after a moment of hesitation. "I pick things up fast and I never forget what I learn." The hopeful expression on her face belies the tremor in her voice, making it clear that she truly wants this opportunity and is willing to do whatever it takes to prove herself worthy.

"Well..." Lily's cheeks flush even deeper at your explicit question, but she somehow finds the courage to continue. "I used to have this secret blog where I wrote about... you know, my adventures with boys and things." Her voice drops to a barely audible whisper as she admits this, almost as if she's embarrassed by her former self. "Maybe that could help in my new career?"

Ms. DeVere clears her throat discreetly, indicating that she's grown uncomfortable with the direction of the conversation. It's up to you whether or not you want to pursue this line of questioning further.

Lily looks between you and Ms. DeVere, her eyes wide with surprise at the directness of your question. "Um... I-I've never had anyone compliment me on it," she admits sheepishly. "But I'd be willing to learn if that would help." Her voice trembles slightly as she says this, revealing a level of eagerness and vulnerability that perhaps you hadn't expected from her.

Ms. DeVere watches Lily carefully, trying to gauge whether or not she's truly sincere about wanting to improve herself in this area. It seems that for now, Ms. DeVere is content with observing and allowing you the opportunity to make your own decision regarding Lily's candidacy.

"Thank you so much," Lily breathes out in relief as she gathers her things and hurries towards the door, still unable to wipe the enormous grin off of her face. Ms. DeVere watches her leave before turning back to you with a knowing smile. "She's quite the promising candidate, don't you think?"

As Lily exits the room and closes the door behind her, she almost immediately hears a resounding 'Yes!' from somewhere down the hallway; it appears Lily has already spread the news of her successful interview. Ms. DeVere looks at you expectantly, waiting for your final decision on whether or not to make this naive young woman into Bimbo Style's latest addition.