An Interview Between Misses

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Miss Moxxi was just finishing pouring a drink and checking the tip jar when a sly smile came across her face. In was walking her latest hire, a young, female bartender who was going to school at Tokyo University. The smile wasn't for the bartender though, it was for the fact that she was going to be able to leave the bar now. Her new hire was experienced enough with mixing drinks and tending the bar that Moxxi felt safe enough letting her hold down the fort for nights when she had other plans. She looked up at the clock to check the time. "You're early, sugar," she said in her usual, naturally seductive tone. "Make sure you get into uniform before you come back here," she commented, noting how the girl still seemed to be dressed for school and not for work. Those tips didn't just earn themselves after all. Moxxi pulled about half of the tip money from the jar and "pocketed" it deep into her cleavage when the girl came back out in a much more revealing outfit. "Perfect, hun.
Now keep these scumbags in line tonight. If you find one cute enough for you, wait until there's nobody else around this time, got it?" she said with as stern of a tone as she could muster without cracking a smile.

With that, she was out the back door and up the stairs to her apartment above the bar through a separate entrance. There were two stairways that led up to a single door to Moxxi's apartment, one located next to the back entrance to the bar and one in front of the building, a bit away from the bar entrance. Both had top security measures in place just in case. After all, who knew what sort of trouble she could cause in Japan. As she unlocked the door to her apartment, Moxxi cracked another smile as she remembered the letter she wrote and taped to tonight's guest's locker.

Dear Madison,

Oh, I'm sorry. You probably prefer Miss Fortune, right? I've been keeping an eye on you in my brief time here in LAW. I'm certain you don't know me yet,
but I do hope to change that very soon, for everybody. However, in order to do so, I'll need a nice crop of talent. So why don't I start with you? Think you have what I need, sugar? Well, then show up at my apartment, directions to which are enclosed, and be sure to wear something intimate. My interviewing process is rather...thorough. Hope you have what I need.

Love,
Miss Moxxi

She had sealed it with a kiss, red, and taped it to the locker.

Moxxi hung her purple hat on the rack beside the door and strut towards the bathroom where she adjusted herself. When she bartended, Moxxi was certain to show off a little bit of the lace, but for meetings with prospective clients in her apartment? Well, they started out the same, but her outfit was designed to slowly unravel with a few special tugs to test their reactions, assuming they weren't already rolling about to get the best of each other. She walked out of the bathroom, poured herself a nice glass of red wine, and sat on a seat with her feet propped up on an ottoman as she waited for the eventual buzz of the intercom to greet her. For now, though, it was time to unwind and think about how she was going to twist Miss Fortune mentally and physically tonight.

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Miss Fortune had been working out and saw the note on her locker. Reading it filled her with curiosity. Who the hell was this Moxxi and what did she know about the girl? Recently Miss Fortune had been having a mixed bag of results in LAW so the change of pace with an apartment "interview" certainly appealed to her. She especially liked the attire considerations and would be sure to select her skimpiest outfit ready for her appointment. After she showered and got ready she followed the directions and arrived at the apartment. Miss Fortune buzzed to announce herself and soon after the door was released

She made her way up the starts, feeling the anticipation now. Her heart was beating a lot quicker, especially as she was already wearing her outfit hidden under a long coat, complete with high heels. She was wearing a fine lace bra and panties set, pure white in stark contract to her hair. Her huge breasts heaved against the material, her cleavage was enhanced, perfectly deep and inviting, her toned thighs and pert full bottom were supported by the panties she wore. She looked immaculate and to die for. It was the first time in a long time, she looked lady like and quite glam, as opposed to her trashy or bitchy in ring look.

She waited by the door and knocked, wondering who was going to answer. "Well Madison, lets see what you have gotten yourself into this time?"