"Come in, come in".
The tall man ushered Sophie into his office. Glancing round, office seemed too formal a word actually. Certainly the obligatory big desk, but equally there was a large leather sofa in one corner, with an armchair opposite and even a footstool. Perhaps formally informal?
Which was more than Sophiefelt right now. Not even informal.
She'd grabbed her bag in a rush this morning, having woken up late before her drive up for the interview. She'd planned to go to Starbucks, grab a coffee and change out of her clothes. Things always happened in threes, don't they though, she thought. Second was spilling her coffee over herself. Not burnt. Just soaked. And third? She sighed and went, she thought,yet redder still.
Somewhere at home was her best trouser suit, tasteful and feminine....and in an identical bag that she'd actually picked up. This bag was her bag from the previous weekends' hen do. They'd dressed up as sexy goddesses, though goodness knows why - only round at her friends, and very staid compared to the other girls, but still racy for her.
Tight, white blouse with too few buttons that seemed make her large chest look yet bigger still. Tight black skirt - as if she wore skirts! - at least 8" shorter than decent. And stockings and heels, after her friend threatened torture if she wore "those bloody Vans again ". She wished she'd opted for torture, as heels (were they really not the 28" high they felt ?!?!) were killing her - and frankly as she tottered round, she might still fall from this great height and be killed by them.
She strode as confidently as she could manage towards the desk, but realised he was talking.
"No, no, no need for formalities- lets be more comfortable and chat". With that he sat in the armchair and waved her to the settee. Jeez - how was she going to sit demurely in that?
Bending slightly at the waist to maintain her balance, she realised her cleavage- impressive at the best of times even if it rarely saw the light of day - was now show cased in her plunging blouse....and almost within his touch. And at his eye level.
Perv - he didn't even pretend he wasn't looking, and was that a slight smirk? Perched on the edge of the seat - she daren't slide back - very aware that skirt was barely covering her stockings let alone her legs, she tried to focus and be professional. |
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x Making me very wet just reading this far....
