The Interview 5
"Thank you for your hard work."
As she closed the lid of the container holding my semen, Dana wrapped her lips around my wilting cock and licked it clean, sucking it like a piece of candy until it was spotless. Then, container in hand, she climbed down from the bed.
"I'll submit your sample and go pick up the supplies you'll need. That door next to the lockers is the shower room—feel free to wash up and change. I'll be about fifteen minutes, so take your time."
As she spoke, she pulled a paper towel from the dispenser on the bed and wiped down her lower body. Then she pulled her dress back down from where it had gathered around her waist and smoothed her clothes into place.
She slipped her shoes back on, gave me a small bow, and was about to turn to leave with the container of semen in her hands. Watching her, I felt the black panties still clutched in my hand and sat up in bed.
"Um~ what should I do about this?"
Dana stared at the panties in my hand for a moment, then smiled sweetly.
"That's fine. Do whatever you like with them, sir."
She bowed once more and left the room without her panties. I sat on the bed for a moment, dazed, staring at the woman's underwear in my hand, then tucked the little black panties into the pocket of my robe and got up.
I opened the door next to the locker Dana had pointed out and stepped into the shower room. It wasn't large, but it had been cleaned spotless—not a trace of moisture anywhere. The toiletries provided were compact but clearly high-end. It felt like stepping into a hotel bathroom.
After a quick shower, I came out and started pulling my clothes from the locker. As I dressed and looked at the robe I'd folded into the basket inside the locker, I caught a glimpse of black fabric peeking out of the robe's pocket. After a moment's hesitation, I reached in and pulled out Dana's panties.
- Beep beep
The instant I lifted the cum-soaked panties into my hand, I heard the door open. Panicking, I shoved them deep into my trouser pocket.
"I'm sorry to keep you waiting. Please have a seat again, and I'll walk you through the rest of the process."
"I just washed up too, so— ah, I mean, I just got out."
Dana came back into the room carrying a modest brown paper shopping bag. She set it on the table and took her seat, and I sat back down in the small chair across from her.
She began taking things out of the bag and laying them in front of me.
The first item was an employee ID card and the retractable lanyard that attached to it. The card bore my photo and name, with the BD Group logo printed below. She handed it over with an explanation.
"You'll use the ID card when accessing headquarters. However, the card only gets you into Building A and this building—we call it the Gate Building. When you enter Building B, the Work Building, you'll need to use the biometric data you registered earlier. Usually a palm scan. I'll give you the details again after your official employment begins."
"Right, got it."
While I was turning the ID card over in my hands, examining it, Dana pulled another item from the bag and set it before me. The second item was a box containing a smartphone. The logo on the box belonged to Bluesky.
Bluesky was a phone manufacturer ranked second or third in market share in the Empire. They mostly focused on premium models, and I remembered reading an article about how their stock had skyrocketed on the strength of a high-end model's success in Europe and the Americas.
The device Dana had brought out was this year's newest, most expensive flagship.
"You do use a smartphone, right? Would you unlock yours and hand it over?"
"Sure, here."
I handed her the phone from my pocket, its contract long since expired.
"You'll be using this one from now on. I'll take care of the device transfer. Ah, you're with S Telecom."
With practiced ease, she opened the carrier's app and spent a while doing something on it. She took the new phone out of its box to check something, then pulled the SIM card out of my old phone and slotted it into the new one.
"Done. This is your phone from now on. It looks like an ordinary phone on the outside, but it's a special model with enhanced security. It only unlocks with your biometric data, sir. If you lose it, you must report to the company immediately.
The company's apps are already installed, along with a guide app, so feel free to look through them when you have time. You can always ask me, too."
"Ah~ okay."
- Ring ring ring~ You have an incoming call~
The sudden ringtone came from Dana's phone—she was calling her own phone from the new one.
"Transfer complete. Here you go."
I took the phone she handed me and looked it over. It really did look exactly the same on the outside.
"Oh! Want me to transfer your data?"
"No, I know how. I'll do it slowly myself."
"Of course. The connector, cable, and charger are in this box—I'll just leave them in the shopping bag for you."
She pulled out the brown paper bag again and packed everything in. I put my original phone into the bag she handed me.
"Shall we power it on, then? I'll explain the basic apps."
At her words, I picked up the phone and unlocked it with my fingerprint. It wasn't all that different from any other Android phone—except for the assortment of apps using the BD logo as their icon, which stood out.
"The apps are similar to what you're used to, so you shouldn't have much trouble. Now, open the BD-LINK app."
I found BD-LINK and launched it. As I searched through the phone, Dana continued her explanation.
"The company apps have a lot of features, but they vary by Class—even within the same Class, the features and permissions change depending on your position. Since you're still probationary, most of the functions are locked for now.
I'll brief you again when things get unlocked.
BD-LINK is the app you'll use most. It has basic messenger functions. Among the menu icons at the bottom, the one shaped like a house is the Farm menu—that's where you manage your group. Every O-Class member becomes the head of an independent team.
Right now it's just you and me, but more will be added later as needed. Oh, and once your probation ends, you'll be able to bring in any A's you want."
When I tapped the Farm menu, the title 'Choi Juhan's FARM' appeared on screen. The new page held several menus. The 'Owner' section contained information and functions relating to me, and when I tapped the icon labeled 'As' below it, an icon appeared showing Dana's face with the name Park Dana written beneath it.
"What's an 'A'?"
"An A is the term for the B-Class and S-Class staff who belong to your Farm. You can probably guess what it stands for, right?"
"Huh? Uh... yeah."
When I selected her icon, Dana's full-body photo filled the phone screen—she was wearing a black women's suit. To the right was a long list of menus.
"To reach me, you can find me through the messenger in the app, or send messages directly from the Farm menu. You've still got time before your official start, so take your time getting familiar with everything. Now, is this Saturday morning all right for your move?"
I had been exploring the various functions, but at this unexpected question I looked up at Dana.
"Huh? Move? I just moved this year..."
Despite my flustered response, Dana continued calmly.
"Where you're living now is far too vulnerable from a security standpoint. O-Class members are required to reside in housing vetted by the company. From the information I have, your current place wouldn't pass vetting. And above all, it's far too small for the two of us to live in together.
The place you'll be moving to—"
"Together? What do you mean, together?"
I cut her off, startled. My current place was a one-room officetel with less than fifteen square meters of floor space. It wasn't big enough for another person, and I had never once imagined living with a woman I'd met today.
But Dana kept talking as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
"You'll be receiving the O-2020 injection, sir. Company policy requires at least one B-Class employee to be present when the drug is administered. Because your body's changes must be observed afterward."
"Ah, right~. So it's mandatory."
"Yes. Now, continuing—the place you'll be moving into is a house owned by the company. Since it's a company lease, 30 hwan a month will be deducted from your salary.
They say providing it free of charge could raise legal issues, so a certain amount must be collected. But there are no additional costs—no maintenance fees, TV, internet, gas, or electricity—so it shouldn't be a burden.
You'll also be living with the S-Class member who manages the house. I'll explain the details on moving day."
"There's someone ELSE living there too??"
"Yes. The company houses non-Farm B-Class or S-Class staff in its properties. They live there while managing the home. You know how the elders say a house shouldn't be left empty? It's something like that. Part of it is keeping the place maintained and ready for use at any time.
It works out for the caretaker too—they get to live in a nice house and get paid for it, so it's mutually beneficial.
While you're staying at the house, the caretaker will formally belong to your Farm, sir. Which means they're yours to do with as you please. They can be replaced, too."
"I... see. Okay. But isn't Saturday a bit too fast? I still have to talk to my landlord and find someone to take my place."
"Just tell your landlord you're moving into a company dormitory for a new job. Since there's no extra cost involved, you can take your time vacating—for now, you just need to move yourself."
"Oh. Right. Then Saturday. Got it."
"A professional moving company will handle everything, so you only need to pack your valuables. The new place comes fully furnished and equipped with appliances, so you can throw out anything you don't need. I'll come by on moving day to help, so don't worry about a thing."
After that, Dana went on explaining one thing after another. Between the cascade of unexpected information, I could barely keep my head straight and just kept nodding. Before I knew it, I was standing outside the main entrance of the building with Dana seeing me off.
I rode home in a waiting black luxury sedan, entered the small officetel where I lived after receiving a ninety-degree bow from the broad-shouldered man at the wheel, and lay down on my bed.
Coming back to my apartment in a daze, it all felt like a dream. But when I undressed and emptied my pockets, the BD Group employee ID, the new smartphone, and the contract documents in the brown paper envelope all told me it was real.
And more than anything else, the filthy little black thong I fished out of my trouser pocket—soaked through with the evidence of her arousal—was what finally convinced me this was no dream at all.