Jan moved to the big city a few years ago right after graduating from high school. Quickly she realized she should have found a job before moving.
"I'm really sorry; Miss Engels, but I've hired young people fresh from the farm on several occasions and about the time they reached the point where they could start paying back the cost of training, each one suddenly got homesick and went home."
"But I would never do that; I'll sign a contract if necessary."
"Then if you quit, I could sue you. For what, dear, the clothes on your back?"
At a fast food restaurant, she found some part time work. She had no place to stay except the backseat of her old car. The problem with that was finding a safe place to park it.
Jan lived like that for nearly a year, searching for a job all day, working sometimes in the evenings. Finally she realized that she couldn't go on. With frugality born of sheer desperation, she'd tried to set aside enough money for the gas it would take to get home, but she had managed only a few dollars. She'd have to call her mother collect, and ask her to wire enough money to get back. She dreaded making that call. She dreaded going back to everyone laughing at her and her big talk about moving to the city. A mile of crow was waiting for her to eat and every mouth filled with, "I told you so."
At a bus depot, she cleaned herself up as much as possible. She'd never realized what a luxury a bathroom was. So many things she'd taken for granted before she decided to move to the big city. She had one more interview set up last week by an employment agency. The job counselor had been enthusiastic about the mail room training position but Jan had let her hopes soar too many times from the super positive attitude of agents. Their job was to get you hyped up to be sure you showed up. She would keep that interview just to put off calling her mother one more day.
The address turned out to be a forty story building. The insurance company occupied two floors. The personnel office was on the fourth floor and she entered to find three young girls ahead of her. She was surprised because, in her job hunting experience, mail clerk jobs were usually sought after by young men, as though the title actually read "male clerk". The receptionist gave her some forms to fill out and she busied herself with that. The young ladies were summoned to an office and came out relatively quickly. Much before she expected it, the receptionist called her name.
Inside the very lushly appointed office, a woman of statuesque size and beauty met her at the door and extended her hand with a broad smile, "Good Morning, Ms Engels, I'm Ms Matthews; you're here about the mail clerk position?"
"Yes, I'm very impressed with this company and would very much like to get a starting position in some capacity."
"Well, the mail room is an entry level position but a bright and ambitious girl could quickly work her way up from there."
"That sounds just fine to me, exactly what I've been looking for."
"I think your application is in good order. You've been in the city long enough to show you're determined to stay."
"Yes, I've made up my mind to remain here."
"But you're probably tired of working for peanuts and living in flop houses."
"Well, I've had a difficult time..."
"Maybe you'd like to show me how much you want this job."
"Why, certainly, but how do you mean?"
"For one thing, I like young girls that I hire to sit in my lap during the interview."
Jan was aghast. She'd been so excited to believe that she had a legitimate job opportunity and now she was being asked to do something she thought was completely strange. Realizing why the other interviews had been so brief, she knew she should get up and leave. This was her final opportunity, the only chance of avoiding calling her mother and returning home in defeat. She could no longer afford her self-respect. Jan walked calmly to the woman and sat down in her lap, snuggling her rounded butt deeply into the lush curves of the woman's thighs.
"Oh, that's such a good girl," Ms Matthews talked with her hands all over her, on her hips, her thighs, her ass. "I think you have exactly what it takes to become an important asset to this company. Do you mind undoing a few buttons so I can see if you have nice tits?"
The next day, Jan was embarrassed about what she had done, showing her tits to that lecherous old woman, even letting her rub the front of her panties. Those feelings were eclipsed by her joy in finally finding a job. Ms Matthews had been so casual and relaxed, as though it was perfectly normal to hold her in her lap while they discussed her qualifications and the demands of the job. In the back of her mind, she had an uneasy feeling, as though the interview was a conditioning process for the requirements of working there.
Nonetheless, she donned her other presentable outfit and showed up for work at the appointed time. She was taken to the fifth floor, an entire level divided into little individual cubicles with walls only chest high. Each and every cubicle was occupied by a female, all of them exceptionally young and attractive.
She was led to the mail room and introduced to Lucy, the head worker in that section. She was the only older woman Jan came in contact with. Lucy introduced her to Stella, the other mail room employee and the one that did all the work. Jan went along with Stella for several days. They retrieved a sack of mail, twice daily, at the post office, sorted it and loaded it on carts according to a diagram. Jan discovered that the method facilitated delivery. As the rounds were made; each person's mail was next up on the cart. Stella kept up a barrage of comments about exactly what each person did and how they wanted their mail handled.
Jan made a few mistakes at the beginning and Stella lost patience with her once, the second time she committed the same error. "I'm going to get Ms Matthews," she declared in exasperation after bawling Jan out for five minutes.
Lucy came over to her as she struggled to contain her tears. "There, there, baby, don't be so upset. You're just learning. Everybody makes mistakes. Stella shouldn't bring Ms Matthews into it," the matronly woman said as she hugged Jan close to her ample bosom. Then, as if the thought suddenly occurred to her, the woman inserted her hand into her blouse and lifted out one huge titty. "Do you want to suck? It always makes the other girls feel better when they're in this kind of trouble."
Mortified, but the woman had her thinking it was common practice, Jan was so distraught that she took the woman's large nipple into her mouth and felt a warm contentment as she sucked on it.
"Don't worry, precious, it'll all be over in a little while. Ms Matthews is very strict but she's fair. She knows you can't learn it all immediately." Lucy placed her hand protectively over Jan's cheek and hugged her tightly against her. "You're such a sweet little girl, Mama loves for you to suck on her titty. You can do it any time you feel the need."
