I graduated from high school, having been on the high honor roll every year. So, my parents freaked out when I told them I was not going to college. I took a job at a real-estate firm in town until I decided what to do with my life. It was a brainless job, so I always had my face in the want ads. One day, I came across an ad that piqued my interest. A pharmaceutical company was looking for a sales rep. I wouldn’t be trapped in an office all day, every day, and I imagined the salary would be a lot more than I was making now. The job was based in Denver, and I lived in the suburbs, so it would be an easy commute.

I called the company and spoke with the President, Jeremy Stolis. He asked me a few questions, and I sensed he was less than impressed with me but scheduled an interview for me. I mean, what I lacked in experience, I made up for with brains and looks. I was five-foot-nine, thin but with curves and a firm set of thirty-six C’s sitting up firm and high, all-natural, with toll house cookie nipples sitting on top. Star gazers, the boys used to call them. And oh, how they loved to play with them, fondling, kissing, and sucking on them. And before I started fucking my sophomore year, I gave more titty fucks than I can remember at parties. My chest and tits would be covered in cum, when they were finished with me.

On the day of my interview, I told my boss at the real estate firm I needed a longer lunch than normal, and of course, he agreed. I drove to the office building housing the Pharmaceutical Company, parked, and stood in front of the building. Dressed in a white leather mini-skirt, a red leather halter, and a white cloth jacket. I had my resume in my oversized white leather purse. My flaming red hair completed my look, and I walked inside. I was directed to the fifth floor by the guard on duty, and I took the elevator to the fifth floor and stepped off into the sales office. I approached the receptionists and announced I had an appointment with Mr. Stolis.

“Oh, I see. We don’t have employment applications, Miss. This is an executive-level job,” she snotted at me, sensing my age.

I looked at her over the tops of my sunglasses with a look of disdain, handed her my resume from my purse, and then took a seat.

I immediately saw the sales force, which were all men, scoping me out. I sat there for a few minutes before Mr Stolis came and ushered me back to his plush office, as everyone followed my every move.

“Have a seat, Ms. O’Callahan,” he told me.

“Please, call me Bernadette,” I smiled warmly.

He studied me and my resume, rubbing his chin. I leaned back in my chair as he soaked in the size of my breasts and studied the cleavage I was revealing.