Tiffany Watson, the fresh-faced applicant, enters the office, her blonde hair contrasting with her dark, alluring eyes. Ivy Wolfe, the established, confident boss, watches her, a smirk playing on her lips. 'So, Tiffany,' Ivy begins, her voice a low purr, 'tell me why you think you'd be a good fit here.' Tiffany, nerves fading, meets Ivy's gaze, her heart pounding in her chest. 'I'm a quick learner, Miss Wolfe,' she replies, her voice steady. Ivy smiles, leaning back in her chair, her fingers tapping on the armrest. 'I hope so, Tiffany. Because I have a lot to teach you.' Ivy stands, rounding the desk, her heels clicking on the hardwood floor. She leans in, her lips brushing against Tiffany's ear, 'Starting with how to pleasure a woman.'