Hey, I've been away for quite a while, but never far from your hearts. Dashed this one off in one sitting. It was inspired by fan mail and your comments, so thank you very much for all the support. This one is from a first person submissive female perspective. Hope you enjoy. Cheers.
Sam
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My name is Valerie Pinkwater, and this fall I joined the English department of a prestigious Midwest college, one famous for turning out many respected authors and critics.
My first two interviews went very well, and after the third, they told me that I would just have to meet with the college president, James P. Dallis, who personally approved all faculty hires. I figured the job was already mine and this would be a formality and an exchange of pleasantries. Still, I wanted to look my best. I made an appointment the day before with a stylist and had my hair color done (honey blonde) and had it blown out so that my hair was shiny and smooth. I considered what to wear. Should I just go for a boring, no-nonsense pantsuit and flats? No. I opted for black suede 3" heels, (not too tall, but enough to give my 5'2" height a boost), a grey pencil skirt, and, for a bit of understated flash, a white satin blouse. Men always like shiny blouses, and they show off my best assets, my big boobs. Did I say big? I meant huge. We're talking 38H. I have to get my bras custom made. They bring me a lot of attention, some of it wanted, some not. But I've accepted the fact that they're my power and my Achilles' heel. It's hard to be taken seriously sometimes as an academic, but it's also nice that I can attract guys from across the street. I had chosen to err on the side of sexy.
I thought I looked pretty damned good as I sat in the outer office waiting to be ushered in. I'd been waiting close to 20 minutes past the appointed time, and I was perspiring a bit. I patted my forehead with a tissue and then discreetly undid the top two buttons on my blouse to dab my cleavage with a tissue. Just at that moment, the door to his office flew open and out strode James Dallis, a handsome, very tall man in a dark blue suit, with thick salt-and-pepper hair. I was so startled I jumped to my feet quickly, causing my chest to jostle and shake, something I instantly regretted. He greeted me with a reserved smile and shook my hand firmly, as he looked me up and down.
President Dallis led me into his richly appointed office. I was hoping he would turn his back for just a moment, so I could re-close my buttons, but his eyes never left me, so I had to abandon that idea. He told me to take a seat in the chair across from the huge antique desk in the center, and then proceeded to ask me some perfunctory questions about my trip to town and getting to know the campus and the other members of the English department. He said was impressed with my resume and qualifications, and all he needed to know now was if I would be a good fit for the school. I said I thought so. He narrowed his eyes and replied that he had assumed the same from reading my file, but now, seeing me "in the flesh" had raised some doubts in his mind. This made me nervous.
He then stared me right in the eye and said, "Did you really think you could just waltz into my office swinging those big melons around and I'd turn to putty and give you the job?"
I was so shocked by his words my mouth actually fell open. I stammered trying to reply but no words came. All I could manage was "Nnnnn."
"You should know this about me, Miss Pinkwater. I'm not someone to be toyed with. Do you understand that?"
"Y-y-yes, sir."
"Now I'm going to have to reevaluate you. I have to be sure that we can really work togeth..."
"Honestly, sir, I wasn't trying to..."
"Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking," he said sternly.
I was cowering a bit at this point.
"Sit up straight!" he barked.
My back stiffened immediately, which, to my chagrin, had the effect of jutting out my chest. To make matters worse, my nipples began to poke through the shimmering fabric.
