Things were slow on the farm this time of year. Mostly maintenance on the farm equipment. Ben knew he would have to lay off some of his field hands so he called a meeting for the next morning.
Mari was still damp from her morning shower and her t-shirt clung to her moist body, enhancing every curve. Ben took a deep breath and looked at all his field hands, "Crew, we are facing hard times and I'm gonna have to lay some of you off." Moans were heard among the workers. Ben continued, "I hired you all at the same time and so none of you have seniority over another. Therefore, in determining how I will choose who goes and who stays I will have each of you come interview with me as if you were applying for your job all over again. I will pick four of you to stay on over the winter, six of you will have to hit the road.
Mari couldn't believe her ears, what would she do if she was one of the six? Ben announced the times that each of them would have their interviews. Mari was a little concerned that she was last on the list.
The interviews began that afternoon and continued until Mari's turn at 8:00 p.m. Mari had prepared herself by putting on the only dress she owned. It was a red spandex salsa dress, made for clinging to your body through every step of the salsa dance. It was too tight to wear panties under and Mari's bush was clearly visible as were her erect nipples Mari had been wearing this dress when she stepped off the bus in town. Ben had been in town at the farm supply store when he caught sight of her and offered her a ride and a job.
Mari shyly knocked on Ben's door. "Come in," Ben said. He stood up from his desk and walked around to where Mari was, "My dear, my name is Ben." Mari was confused but figured Ben was making this like a real interview and pretending he didn't know anyone. "My name is Mari, sir. I am here to interview for a job as a field hand." Ben laughed as he sat down and motioned to the chair for Mari to sit in as well, "my dear, you don't look like any field hand I've ever had work for me. You look to sweet and soft to be out in the field all bent over..." Ben paused thinking about Mari bent over in her salsa dress, picking weeds. "Can you demonstrate to me, sweetie, just how you would do that?"
"Uh, you want me to pretend I'm picking weeds?" Mari asked. "Yes ma'am, and I want you to face me while you do this," Ben's request suddenly took on the sound of an order.
Mari complied with Ben's request and spreading her legs slightly, bent over and pretending to pick weeds. Her firm breasts were nearly spilling out of her dress. She could hear Ben's muffled laughter. She peeked at him out of the corner of her eye and could see he was rubbing his crotch. Her back was tiring of being bent over and she hoped he would tell her she could stop. However, Ben was not tiring of the view or the fantasy. His laughter grew quieter and deeper as his cock continued to grow. "Mmmmmm," Ben was deeply satisfied with how his interview with Mari was gearing up to be. "Mari, " Ben asked. "Yes sir, " Mari answered while getting back upright. Ben continued to rub himself while he talked to her, "Mari, do you have any other clothes? A sweet thing like you could not pick weeds in a sexy dress like that, and God girl, are you wearing any panties?
