[Oneiros]

Chapter 2: The Interview

We met at the jetty. Candice was dressed in a micro denim shorts; so short that it revealed both her buns. She wore a black micro bikini bottom inside. On top, she wore a black micro bikini. She also wore a denim jacket, in case people thought she was indecently exposing herself. She wore high heels slippers as her footwear.

I also wore a micro denim shorts below and went commando instead. I wore a tube top, braless. Also to prevent people from calling the cops to report two ladies who were indecently exposing themselves, I also had with me a denim jacket and wore high heels slippers as my footwear.

After walking some distance, we came to a building. Inside, a lot of girls had already gathered. We were one of the more conservatively dressed. Many have come in full bikini, wearing stiletto boots.

“These must be the professionals,” I thought silently to myself.

We were briefed that the interview would comprise three segments. They would need us to change into a bikini to inspect whether our body has any defects, and take our weight and height. They would also assess our ability to speak English and finally they would brief us on the 3-day training which all selected candidates would have to attend.

"Dammit, I went commando." I whispered to Candice.

"Hero!" she said softly whilst also rolled her eyes upwards.

"Those who didn't follow instructions and bring their bikinis, they may go into the changing room to use ours," a booming voice could be heard yelling from a corner.

"Aww, I can't go naked," I whispered jokingly to Candice.

Candice just rolled her eyes again.

"Bye! I'm going in to change," half smiling in relief as I walked into the changing room.

There were only two other girls and me. We chose our bikini. I opted a white micro bikini that would accentuate my tan body. The bikini was very small and thin. As I struggled to get in, my muscles were bulging all over the place. My areolas were plainly peeking out from the bikini top. My "landing" strip was starkly visible against the white bottom. I was the last to leave the changing room as I kept adjusting my bikini - particularly trying to hide my areolas.

When I entered the main area, I heard many grasps. I could hear words like, "Oh gosh".

"So gross!"

"She is as huge…"

“She might as well go naked.”

And even, "Slut!"

I felt a little embarrassed. But tried to act calm. I quickly search for Candice and walked to where she was standing.

"Your clit is showing, girl," Candice said in a low tone.

"Can't be adjusted. I tried. It is a bloody string."

"You better don't get wet or it is going to be very obvious."

I made a quick glance at my nether region to ensure I was not getting excited. I could feel my nipple hardening and poking through the thin material already.

I passed the body inspection without problem. Some of the ladies were rejected because they were a little on the plum side.

They also took my weight and height.

The next segment was conversational English. Again, it was a clear pass for me. Some of them were Thai and Vietnam natives and they did struggle with English.

Finally the remaining ladies were briefed on what to expect. It would be a two-day full body massage fantasy for the super rich. While massaging them, the most we could cover ourselves would be with bikinis. Anything less is greatly welcome but nothing more. Our clients could touch us and there would be those who would also opt for sex which we were free to accept or reject. If we have sex with them, we could earn extra. They termed this as hand less penis massage - I don't know whether it was corny or creative.

A show of concern could be seen on my face. I was ready to be a social escort for money's sake but didn't expect it to be so soon. Naturally, Candice was unfazed.

Lessons will be on Monday and Tuesday. We would learn the basics of massage. We learnt that as much as many of the clients would be here for sex, they expected an authentic and therapeutic massage too. On the third day, we were to find a male model to practice on. We would then be assessed.

"Where the hell am I going to find a male model?"

When the briefing ended, we changed back and made our way to our island home.

"So are you still in?"

"Of course, I need the money and it is good money. Besides, not many places want a muscle freak like me." We both broke out in laughter.