Paula Flowers had proven her good work ethic time and time again. She was always on time, always efficient in her use of both time and supplies, and she was well liked my the other employees. She was physically attractive, 5'7', 138#, blonde with green eyes. Her breasts were a delightful 38D, and she didn’t mind showing them a little. To top it all off, though, she had a wonderful, warm smile, that she freely shared with one and all.
She had been working very hard for the last several weeks. She knew a position was coming available, and she wanted it. She did everything she could think of the earn that position and to impress the masterful CEO for whom she desired to work. Finally, he had given her an appointment time ... today, at 11 am.
Her stomach was in her mouth as she showered and primped herself to look her very best. Her hair looked great. Her makeup, not overdone, but flattering her features looked great. She had decided on a colorful dress, although she teetered on the brink of changing her mind toward a more conservative business suit. “What the heck,” she thought. “I might as well GO for it.” She smeared a sweet, fragrant lotion on her arms, her shoulders, her ample breasts, and across her belly. More lotion was applied to her hands then smeared up her shapely legs. As a confidence booster, she was wearing a purple lace thong and bra set that she had splurged on just last week. Finally, the dress itself was slipped over her head. It was a fine silk dress of deep purples and pinks in a flowery pattern. The v- neck bodice displayed a generous amount of her cleavage as it fell to a few inches above her knees. She was nicely tanned, so skipped the hose. All she needed was a snag to worry about. She had one pair of 2 inch heals that she wore with just about everything. She was strikingly attractive.
She continued her preparations and left for the office. Her first cup of coffee hit the spot, and she felt ready and alert, though her confidence faltered. As the others arrived at the office, she received a few compliment on how great she looked ... several wished her LUCK.
“Merciful heavens,” she whispered to herself. “Breathe ,,, breathe. Be brave. Be confident. You can DO this job. You can impress Mr Wirth. You are ready, and you have earned this promotion.” She heaved a sigh. It was time.
She walked into Mr Wirth’s office promptly at 11 am. His temp directed her to have a seat, that he’d be right with her. She sat and closed her eyes, mentally revisiting her checklist. Subjects to be discussed included of course salary and benefits, time off, and various perks. He interrupted her thoughts, and invited her into his office.
She had not seen his office before, but was favorably impressed. It was tastefully done in leathers and soft earth tones, though the walls were painted a pale blue. “Yes, she thought to herself, authority is worn here.”
“Hello, Ms Flowers, nice to meet you.” He held out his hand to shake hers, but kissed her hand as her hand was received.
“Thank you, Sir. The pleasure is mine, Sir.” She strained to look into his eyes.
“Have a seat, dear,” he said in a gently, fatherly tone. He indicated a soft, leather sofa. She sat deep into it, and it hugged up around her. Her cleavage became even more evident, and she blushed as she caught Mr Wirth taking it in.
“So, Ms Flowers, tell me about yourself.” he said as he leaned back in his big business throne, locking his fingers behind his head, and crossing his feet on his massive antique desk.
“Sir, I am a college grad from Radcliffe, with a BS in business. I have worked here for 8 years, Sir, and have called off only twice, Sir. I am efficient and professional, diligent and loyal, Sir.” She smiled.
