Sandi entered the office building with the confidence of a 34 year old woman who knew that she was as prepared for today's interview as she could be. Even though she had not been in the working world since she left in 1978 to have her babies, now 6 years later they were both at school and she could go back to work and was looking forward to it.
For the interview she had bought a new blouse and a suit comprised of jacket and pencil skirt with a slit on the side just big enough to allow her to walk but not so big she looked like a slut. She was trying to portray the 'yuppie' look of a professional woman who was confident in her abilities.
Sandi took a seat in the reception area after giving her name at the desk and looked around her. There must have been about 20 other women waiting there with her, ranging from young girls just out of school to a couple of ladies in their 50's. Looking at the competition she knew the fight for the position of legal secretary was going to be tough today.
Precisely at 11 o'clock a door opened and two people walked out, one was a man aged about 40 in a striking pin stripe suit, under which Sandi could see red braces. Accompanying him was a woman who was dressed in a skirt and jacket very similar to what Sandi had chosen today.
"Ladies!" The man spoke in a loud voice, "would you all come through please."
The assembled women stood and followed the couple into the next room which was a large hall, in the centre of the hall were wooden desks and chairs, reminding Sandi of her days at Grammar school.
"Please find your seat as quick as possible," the man told them as they filtered in one at a time. Sandi found her desk and took her seat, on the desk was a pad of paper and a word processor. She had only ever used normal typewriters when she had worked previously, but she had read about these new machines and felt she would master it.
"Thank you ladies," the man said. "My name is Mr Norman and it is my job to select the right candidates for the vacant position today. This is my assistant, Miss Ellis," he said indicating the lady with him.
"The selection process is made up of different parts and only those that pass will go throw to the next stage. If you are unable to pass one section for whatever reason you will be asked to leave."
Sandi looked around and saw everyone else nodding affirmation.
Mr Norman continued, "the first stage is an aptitude test. Miss Ellis will pass around a document that each of you must copy exactly on the word processor infront of you." Miss Ellis walked around the hall, her stiletto heels clicking on the hard floor as she dropped of a sheet of paper on each desk. "This is not a speed test as such, accuracy is more important. Having said that, we expect it to take no longer than 20 minutes to complete. Any piece that is not completed in that time will be classed as a fail.
When all the candidates had received their document the test began. Sandi was surprised how intuitive the machine was and was working it out to produce the copy. 5 minutes into the test one of the older women stood up from her desk in tears as she found it impossible to use the word processor. Miss Ellis escorted her out of the hall. It took Sandi 15 minutes to complete her copy noticing that although there were some candidates faster than her, there were still about half that were still typing.
At the end of the 20 minutes time limit most of the candidates had finished but Sandi could still hear some keys going. It turned out that another three women were lost because they had not finished in the 20 minutes.
Mr Norman addressed the 16 candidates that were left, "well done for finishing your work. We will now take a few minutes to check your copies and prepare the room for the next stage. Would you please wait in the reception area once more."
Sandi joined the other ladies as they left the room, she found that she was sat next to one of the more maturer ladies. The lady smiled at her and said, "hello my name is Jean."
"Hello, I am Sandi."
"First time Sandi?" Jean asked.
"Yes it is, have you tried before for a job here then?"
"Oh yes I have been through this more than once."
"You must really want to work here."
"Something like that," Jean replied with a smile and Sandi noticed a couple of the other ladies smiling too. There was a sense of expectation amongst the ladies that were left as they waited to be called in to the hall once more. Before that happened though Miss Ellis came out and spoke to one lady and told her that there was a mistake on her copy and she was asked to leave. Miss Ellis then invited the remaining 15 back to the main hall.
The room was totally different to when Sandi had left it. Gone were the desks there were now just three rows of 5 chairs set out in the middle of the room.
"Once again ladies please take a seat," Mr Norman told them from the front.
"Come sit next to me Sandi," Jean said, and the two of them took a seat in the back row.
"Congratulations for making it past stage 1," Mr Norman began again. "Now we move onto stage 2. The fitness examination."
Sandi looked at Jean and mouthed the word 'fitness?'
"In preparation for your examination you are required to undress down to your underwear please. You will find a basket under your chair for your clothes."
Jean looked at Sandi and winked as she took off her jacket. Already three women had their hands up, and when Miss Ellis went to them they were asking if this was necessary. When they were told that it was an absolute requirement, two of them withdrew from the process. One was one one of the young girls from just out of school, and the other was probably in her 20's. The third decided to stay and started to undress.
Sandi took off her jacket and folded it neatly and put in the basket, but now she was in a quandary. Next to her Jean was already out of her blouse and Sandi saw she was wearing a black Playtex Cross your Heart bra with the pink flower on the cross over. "Everything ok dear?" Jean asked Sandi as she saw her hesitating.
"I don't know," Sandi said. "The thing is I am not wearing a bra." The truth is Sandi had not worn a bra since about 1969 when she was 19 and had become involved with the hippy movement. She had not even given it a thought when she dressed that morning, sure that the jacket would hide any evidence. Her breasts were still firm despite their size to not sag or require lifting up.
"Well in all my interviews here I have never seen that happen," Jean told her, "but I should not worry too much, if you get past stage 2 you will not be the only one."
"Really?"
"Yes. But I would get a move on otherwise they will think you are dropping out of selection," Jean added as she unbuttoned her skirt and let it fall and folded it up. Jean was wearing a black corset with suspenders holding up her stockings.
Sandi looked around and saw that she was the only one left with a blouse on. The different styles of bra the others were wearing were as varied as the btreast sizes amongst the women. The older women, like Jean were wearing the more traditional heavy material bras, whilst the younger ones were wearing the newer underwired bras. Many of these bras were of a sheer material and Sandi could clearly see their nipples and areolas through the thin material.
Taking a deep breath Sandi began undoing the buttons on her blouse and with them all done she took the blouse off and bent down to fold it into the basket, very much aware that Jean was watching her and the way her tits hung down when she bent over. With that over she just had to continue with her skirt, leaving her in just her tights and panties.
"I assume I am ok wearing these?" She asked Jean.
"For now yes," Jean told her.
About half of the women wore tights, whilst most of the others were wearing stocking and suspended belts. The two youngest girls had neither and were sat in just cotton panties and bras. It looked like some of the ladies had really given thought to their choice of lingerie today as most of them were in matching sets.
"Thank you ladies," Mr Norman was again at the front looking out over the 13 women. "In a minute our medical team will join us for you fitness test. Please do everything they ask of you, in order to proceed to the next stage."
With that a group of 8 nurses entered the room, most of them were female but there were two male nurses in the group. Sandi watched as the team went to the first two rows and began to talk to the ladies. The first thing they did to each candidate was to take their blood pressure, followed by pulse rate. All the time making notes on their clipboards. After they used stethoscopes to check hearts and lungs. Finally they asked the women to stand up and then bend over and touch their toes. Sandi watched each women bend over and saw how their panties stretched over their bums. Looking over she saw that Jean was watching intently with a smile on her face, and it finally dawned on Sandi why she kept coming back for interviews. Was she a dyke?
The next thing the nurses asked the ladies to do was to squat down. It was at this stage that one of the ladies in her 40's had to withdraw as her knees just would not allow her to get down like that. Another lady failed the eye sight when she could not read the sign at the other end of the hall. By the time the tests were finished on the first group the total was down to 11.
The nurses now came to the rear row where Sandi and Jean sat. The nurse who came to Sandi introduced herself as Paula, whilst Sandi heard the nurse with Jean say, "hello again Jean, still trying to get that job?"
"Still trying yes," Jean said with her infectious smile.
"So Sandi, you didn't want to wait?" Paula asked her as she took her blood pressure.
"Wait for what?"
"To take your bra off."
"Oh I didn't have one on, I don't actually own one."
"I see." Paula said as she proceeded to check Sandi's heart and she unusually held Sandi's breast as she did so, her warm hands soft against Sandi's nipple which was poking hard in the chill of the room, or was that for another reason.
Sandi had no problem with the simple exercises, but was once again very aware of Jean's eyes on her as she bent over and her 38d tits swung under her. However the woman on her other side was not so fortunate, as she was unable to bend past the required 90 degrees and had to leave, picking up her basket of clothes and carrying them out of the room.
The nurses took their clipboards to Mr Norman who looked over them and pulled a couple of the sheets out and had a discussion with the head nurse, before talking to Miss Ellis. It seemed that it was always Miss Ellis who had to deliver the bad news as she went to two of the candidates to inform them they had failed the physical due to both having high blood pressure.
"Well Miss Ellis we have 8 candidates for stage 3."
"Yes Mr Norman,"Miss Ellis replied. "A company record I believe."
"I think you are right. So well done to you 8, now we move onto the third stage of selection. Which is the Medical examination. Now I know one of you is already part way there," he said looking at Sandi directly, the first time he had looked at any one of the candidates all morning.
