With a deep breath, Penny pushed open the office door, steeling her spine and doing her best to show confidence. She needed this job and judging by the dark-stained wood and brass accents that evoked the feeling of an old-school smoking room, this wasn't the kind of place that would accept mediocrity.
After crossing the threshold, Penny looked around expectantly, but didn't see anyone. Assuming Mr. Hammond, the man with whom she was supposed to interview, was in another meeting, she crossed over to the couch and sat down, but not before glancing in the mirror hung by the door to check her appearance one last time - first impressions were everything, especially if you were interested in a job where yours was the first face customers would see when entering the office.
Penny was a woman of average height, around 5'6" and a little plumper than she would have liked, though she had been told by her last boyfriend that it was all in the right places. She had a trim waist but a well-rounded ass, thick thighs, and a large chest which she tried to keep covered without a hint of cleavage most of the time, since that was all men ever seemed to focus on. Her grey pencil skirt showed off her shapely calves which were displayed to their best advantage by her five-inch black heels, and the matching grey jacket added to the business look, though cinched in a bit too much under her bosom for her liking, seeming to thrust her breasts up for inspection.
"Nothing I can do about it now", Penny thought, while using her pinky finger to wipe away a tiny smudge of red lipstick around her very full lips. Her deep brown eyes were lightly rimmed in black liner, but she otherwise wore no makeup. She'd luckily inherited her mother's perfectly smooth skin.
She crossed her legs and looked around the office, wondering what Mr. Hammond would be like. She imagined an older man who was professional, if a little portly, probably with thinning hair and a red nose. So, she was decidedly surprised when a door opened a moment later and in walked a man who looked better suited to a boxing ring. He was 6'2" if not taller, with short dark hair and just a hint of silver at his temples. His tailored black suit (it had to have been tailored to fit over his impeccably muscled arms and chest) was cut perfectly and his steel blue tie matched his piercing eyes exactly.
"Ms. Ferguson?" he asked in a deep voice that seemed to wash right through her, making her skin tingle and her whole body shiver. "Please come on back."
He turned around without waiting for her to answer and walked back through the door. With another deep breath Penny stood and followed him through a long hallway, the design from the sitting room blending into the rest of the building. He stopped outside an office and waved her inside. He closed the door behind them and gestured to a seat in front of his desk. He picked up the phone and dialed, only saying "she's here" before hanging up and sitting back in his chair with his hands steepled in front of his chest. His eyes did a quick up and down of her torso, all he could see while they were both seated.
He nodded once, then asked, "you read the job description?"
