Dystopian Examination; Interview

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It was very warm and sweaty on an afternoon summer in a South Indian city as four young women gathered nervously outside the sleek glass wall of a corporate HR office, dressed in professional attire.

Sonia stood tall in a crisp white blouse and a navy blue pencil skirt that hugged her curve as her jet-black hair was pulled back into a tight bun. Riya was wearing a vibrant red blazer over a white top and black trousers. Meera was clad in a pink blouse paired with a gray pencil skirt. Maya, meanwhile, was clad in a black pantsuit with a crisp white shirt underneath and her glasses perched on the bridge of her nose.

“Why do you think they’re making us go through this process together?” Sonia whispered to the group as no one had a clear idea what they were about to undergo as they all have faced multiple rounds of interviews and got through all of them successfully.

Riya shrugged, “Probably to see how we work as a team or something and to get done with any sort of formalities”.

A stern-looking HR officer, a lady in her late forties probably, emerged from the office.

“Line up, single file and enter please!” she kütahya escort commanded.

The four women exchanged nervous glances before obediently forming a line. The HR officer gestured towards a row of chairs inside the office and instructed them to take a seat.

“Remove your blazers and jackets, and put them beside your chairs” she ordered.

With trembling hands, they complied, laying their blazers and jackets neatly on the chairs beside them.

“Now, stand up and remove your shoes and keep them aside” the HR officer continued.

One by one, they slipped off their heels, revealing their stocking-clad feet. Sonia’s heels were the highest, while Riya’s heels were adorned with playful bows. Meera’s were stylish, while Maya’s heels were simple and understated.

As they stood barefoot on the plush carpet, the HR officer began the assessment, starting with height measurements against the wall. Sonia, the tallest of the group, stood proudly as her height was announced, while Maya, the shortest, blushed at the attention.

Next came the assessment of their posture and gait as manisa escort they walked back and forth across the room. The HR officer observed their movements closely, noting any signs of confidence or hesitation.

“Alright, ladies,” she said.

“It’s time for the visual check. Remove your blouses or tops and place them asjde, all of you, and stand in a line.”

A collective gasp filled the room as they exchanged alarmed glances. With trembling hands, they began to unbutton their shirts and blouses, revealing their camisoles or undershirts underneath. Sonia’s camisole was form-fitting, accentuating her curves, while Riya’s was loose and flowy. Meera’s undershirt was adorned with delicate lace, while Maya’s was plain and practical.

Standing in a line, they stole nervous glances at each other’s attire, acutely aware of their exposed skin, especially their bare arms and collarbones. The HR officer conducted a visual inspection, noting any visible tattoos or piercings.

“Alright, ladies, it’s time for you now to remove your trousers or skirts and step out of them.”

Another wave of apprehension mardin escort washed over them as they hesitantly complied, revealing their bare legs in panties. They tried their best to cover up as they crossed their arms in front of their panties and only let them go when their HR manager came nearby to have a closer look.

The HR officer continued the assessment, inspecting their undergarments for any signs of wear or tear. She had a very good stare at each of their vulnerable states as they dared to sustain any means of eye contact with her. Finally, she instructed them to perform a series of physical exercises to assess their flexibility and strength. First it was to perform a duck walk across the walk.

All four young women positioned themselves rather embarrassingly and went on with their activity across the room. Next they were asked to perform a few stretches which made them totally uncomfortable especially in their exposed state despite all being women inside the room.

“Alright, ladies,” the HR officer said finally, “you’ve all done well in your physical examination and now you may dress and return home. You will be notified soon regarding the outcomes of your interview.”

With a collective sigh of relief, they quickly grabbed their clothes and wore them back, turning their backs, and gathered their belongings, feeling a sense of accomplishment despite the ordeal they had just endured.