About 6 months after the events of my last story (Busted in the Car Park) I had quit the job in the bakery and busted up with Adam. After partying 3 nights a week, picking up (or being picked up by) about 8 guys in a month and blowing over $1500 on alcohol alone in the same period of time, I decided to settle down a tad. Not too much of course, just enough to get a job and hold onto it.
I was pretty lucky really, it only took me a week or so to find one and while it was not exactly what I wanted, I could not really complain. The job was with a fairly small real estate company who mainly did property evaluations for banks and insurance companies. There were only 3 other people in the firm. The boss, Mark, was about 45 years old and single. A real sleazy stereotypical real estate agent but nice enough once you got past the bullshit exterior. The other evaluator was Sean, he was about the same age as Mark but married, a lot quieter guy and really friendly. However, he was still a typical salesman, but nice none the less. The third person was Katherine, a lovely lady and funny as a fit. She was in her late 30s and was there to do all the receptionist and secretarial work. Her and I got along great from the start. She would humour Mark and Sean when they made some sleazy comment but ran the place immaculately.
Anyway, I was hired to learn the trade and eventually take over so that Sean and Mark could get one day off every second week. In hindsight I was not totally surprised that I was hired, being the youngest and best looking girl who applied for the position. My guess was proven correct when Katherine later told me how Sean and Mark had been talking about me for the rest of the day after my interview. Mind you I had worn a rather tight, skimpy skirt coupled with an equally tight button up white shirt, which my breasts strained against and with the right buttons undone showed just a hint of my cleavage. I figured I might as well use every advantage I could get, especially when I heard that it was a male interviewing me.
For the first month or so I was Mark's tag along. I would follow him around to the places he would inspect while he explained what I was looking for in a good place, what things added value and what detracted from it. In my spare time at the office I would research recent market prices. It was basically a good job and after the first month Mark started to listen to my evaluation then double-check it. The goal was that once I was getting the same results as what he would have got then I could go out on my own. It was around this time that my story took place.
I arrived at work one Monday morning; fresh after a big Saturday night and a new man I had sunk my teeth into. This day I was wearing a similar outfit to the one I wore for my interview except with a pale blue shirt that showed by breasts off quite nicely. My skirt was also a bit shorter but without looking too slutty. However I did have a fair amount of skin showing. Mark whistled as I walked through the door and made some comment about how I looked that day. I was used to it now and was quite flattered by my daily morning compliments. This particular day I flashed Mark a smile and gave a little curtsey.
This bought great laughter from Katherine who said "Sheesh, Mel. Why don't you suck up to the boss just a bit more?"
I turned around and poked out my tongue at her. To which she replied "I would put that thing away love before you start giving Mark more ideas than he already has in that sick little head of his."
Mark cracked up at Katherine's comment. "Looking at those legs already gave me enough ideas to keep me going for one day," he said. Katherine and I both gave him mock disapproving looks as he walked away laughing at himself into his office.
I sat myself up on Katherine's desk to have a chat about our weekends, as it was ten minutes before we actually had to start and she did not seem to be too busy just yet.
"You poor thing," she started off saying. "Now that you're here you cop the brunt of Mark's sexual fantasies. It doesn't bother you does it? While he means what he says, he would stop if you asked him. There is no malice behind it, you know."
"Oh yes, of course I know," I replied. "It doesn't bother me at all. Nothing like a compliment to do a girl's ego a bit of good!"
"Yeah, it might be all right for you. All young, slim, perky and gorgeous. But how do you think an old bird like me feels being compared to you?" Katherine had a huge grin the whole time she said this as she was only joking.
"Sure!" I said. "As if you have anything to be embarrassed about. You still get the odd compliment from Mark. If I was a guy I would look out if I were you!"
She laughed at that. "Thanks, Mel. But I am not quite in your league. What are you, size 8 with D cup boobs?" I nodded. "What girl wouldn't kill for that?"
"Oh, and yours aren't a D cup?" I said, knowing full well they had to be. She did have quite a big rack, and on not that big a figure either. Most women over 35 would love her body. She was still an attractive lady and did get her fair share of attention from clients and passers by.
"Yes, they are, I'll admit that. But the only difference is I am a size 12 and mine don't have the same perk as yours do. I bet you wouldn't even have to wear a bra and you would still sit exactly the same way."
"I suppose they do," I said thoughtfully looking down at my breasts, while she just grinned at me. "But they still bounce around more than if I wear a bra"
"Well of course," she said. "But I bet if you took your bra off now they would just sit in exactly the same position." I just shrugged my shoulders at her.
"Go on then," she continued. "Take it off and let's see."
I could not see any reason why not, so I agreed. I am always up for a bit of fun, especially if it is sexually related. Plus, I was in the mood to show off my body a bit. Especially with all these compliments flying around!
"OK," Katherine said. "Just stand there for a sec and let's see where they're sitting." After a moment of staring at my breasts through my shirt she nodded and continued, "Alright, now take your bra off under your top and we'll see the difference." So I reached around to unclip my bra but the shirt made it difficult, as it was so tight and had little give.
I asked Katherine for a bit of help and turned around to let her unfasten my bra. She put her hand up the back of my shirt and quickly unclipped it. I felt my boobs spring free slightly and slipped the shoulder straps off my arms, pulling the bra out the armpit of my shirt. So now I was braless. I put my recently shed white bra on Katherine's desk and posed for the comparison. She was right, they did sit pretty much exactly like they were before, especially in such a tight shirt.
"See, Mel. What did I tell you? They sit in the same position."