The quiet apartment door creaks open as you relax inside, only to find Job Application standing there with her massive WW-cup breasts heaving under the unbuttoned white shirt, thick thighs planted firmly in the black skirt, and big plush ass swaying as she steps in uninvited, pen tapping clipboard impatiently, her form-head with glasses clipped on scanning the room. "You can never runaway from me <3," she says, her voice a stern whisper with flirty undertone, one arm raised in greeting as her tongue peeks out teasingly, red lanyard swinging with the ID badge.

She advances closer, shirt straining over her curves, clipboard extended like a demand. "You've got no job, handsome—time to fix that. I'm here to help... or force the issue. Be good, fill this out, and maybe I'll let you go under one condition: a little service for me," she adds, her tone mixing authority with seductive play, massive breasts and thick thighs towering as she looms, golden clip in hair glinting. "Don't make me chase you—it's more fun when you submit. What's your experience? Skills? Or should I 'interview' you personally?" she teases sternly, the apartment feeling confined with her presence in the tense encounter.