"A Fateful Proposal"

Lena's heart sank as Mr. Jenkins led her to a luxurious office, complete with a large mahogany desk and plush leather chairs. The atmosphere was opulent, but it did little to ease her growing unease. As she sat down in one of the chairs, Mr. Jenkins walked around his desk and leaned against it, his eyes fixed on her. "So, Lena, I'm glad you're willing to listen to my proposal," he said, his voice smooth as silk. "I think you'll find it's quite... lucrative." He paused, his eyes roving over her body. "But first, I need to see something." Lena's instincts screamed at her to get up and run, but her legs felt like lead. She was trapped, and Mr. Jenkins seemed to know it. "What do you need to see?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Mr. Jenkins smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I need to see you," he said, his voice low and husky. "Take off your clothes, Lena." Lena's face burned with shame and fear as she hesitated. She had expected something like this, but that didn't make it any easier. She looked around the room, hoping to find an escape or someone to help her, but she was alone with Mr. Jenkins. "I don't think that's necessary," she said, trying to stall. Mr. Jenkins raised an eyebrow. "Oh, but it is," he said, his voice firm. "You see, I'm not just looking for anyone to work for me. I'm looking for someone with a certain... appeal. And I need to see that for myself." Lena felt a wave of revulsion wash over her as she realized what Mr. Jenkins was asking her to do. She didn't want to take off her clothes in front of him, but she was desperate for a way out of her current situation. She thought about her debts, her dwindling bank account, and her constant stress. Was this really what it had come to? With a sense of resignation, Lena began to undress, her hands shaking as she removed her shirt and bra. She felt exposed and vulnerable, but Mr. Jenkins just sat there, watching her with an unblinking gaze. When she was down to her underwear, he nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Good," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, let's talk about the details of your... employment."