Allie’s first time working in an office

My parents had lost their business during the pandemic and my father was actually arrested for fraud or something else I didn’t quite understand. For the first time in my life I would have to get a job. My parents had my made life and I had taken full advantage of it. Spending most of my days pampering myself and hanging out with my girlfriends.

I wasn’t the smartest but I knew how to read people and was blessed with large perky tits that bailed me out several times in life.

I had an interview this afternoon with a lawyer firm, the ad said they needed an assistant with minimal work experience and a positive attitude. Considering how short my resume was I figured this was exactly what I was looking for.

Also considering my short resume as I dressed up in a tight pencil skirt that rode about 7 inches above my knees exposing my smooth tan legs. I had on a professional blouse that fit tightly around my tits, exposing a subtle amount of cleavage with a necklace that dangled just about my cleavage. And I chose to wear my high heels that really accented my calves. Underneath I wore my brand new black lingerie set with lacy ridges and see through patterns barely covering me up. This was my secret weapon, I loved to wear really slutty expensive lingerie under my clothes to give me confidence. It was like wearing a super hero costume.

I arrived to the interview on time, my stomach full of butterflies. I had never worked in an office and didn’t know what to expect.

I was greeted by a hunk of man about six and half feet tall with strong vainy forearms protruding from his rolled up sleeves. He seemed exhausted like he had worked all night.

I shook his hand, his quickly engulfing my tiny hands. And I caught him glancing at my cleavage, a good sign right off the bat.

I didn’t have a lot to offer but I wanted them to see if anything I would be eye candy willing to work.

He led me to his office and asked me to sit on a chair opposite his desk. He sat on the edge of his desk.

He started asking me all sorts of basic questions, almost stupid questions.

“Can you send emails?