Kat's Interview Ch. 01

The nervous jitters started to set in as Kat stared into her closet, trying to find something to wear to the interview. Kat's parents had cut her off almost two months ago now, and if it weren't for her landlord setting up this interview for her, she would be completely screwed. But there was now double the pressure to have a great interview, as her hopeful future boss was a friend of the man who let her live in his house, so there was a lot on the line. If they didn't like Kat and told Stan, then for all she knew he would kick her back out on the street.

Trying to shake the bad thoughts out of her head, she pulled a white blouse and a black skirt from the tiny closet and held them up against her body in the mirror. All of Kat's clothes were old and tight on her newly curvy body. The skirt would be riding high on her ass, and Kat was afraid the blouse wouldn't be able to button over her full breasts. Bras were expensive, and now, at 21, she was still stuck in the same bra she was dared to steal in high school.

Kat, so used to shoving her perfect, full breasts into the tiny bra, didn't even notice anymore how her areolas were popping out of the top of it. The little mismatched, ruffled panties were almost see-through with wear, the soft lips of her pussy being outlined in the thin fabric. Squeezing into the tiny outfit and forcing all the buttons closed, Kat refused to look at her reflection before she left, not wanting to see such a tight outfit while knowing she had nothing better to wear.

But if she had looked, then maybe she would have caught how her bright red hair--pulled up in a bun--showed off how the buttons stretched over her chest, barely concealing her bouncing tits, the shirt, see-through, with the pink of her areolas visible through the white fabric. The tight skirt couldn't hide the thick panty lines, and anyone lucky enough to walk behind her upstairs would have a great view of her sweet pussy.

Running out the door and onto the bus, Kat was so concerned about being on time for the interview that she didn't notice all the lustful stares she was receiving on her ride. Finally getting to the big building in the business part of town that was marked with the right number, Kat walked in and headed to the 45th floor, feeling her nerves get even worse as she took in the fancy interior of the building around her. With floor-to-ceiling windows and silver everywhere, she could see the street from her ride up the elevator, wondering if the floor she would be on would be just as intimidating.

The final beep of the elevator telling her she was there set Kat's heart off again as her worst fears were realised. The elevator doors opened up to an incredibly fancy office with a wide glass reception area. The desk was glass, the chair was glass, and the big glass wall behind reception had the company logo in big white letters. All the glass was clear and shining in the bright, open-concept office with the same floor-to-ceiling windows as the ground floor. Taking a deep breath, she walked up to the desk and waited, hoping someone would see her and come over.

Finally, someone heard her prayers as a ding sounded and a tall man in a dark blue suit walked out of the elevator. Looking up from his phone, his eyes landed on her. The man looked her up and down before meeting her eyes with a lustful look.

"You must be here for the interview."

Kat smiled at the man, thankful for the fact that she didn't have to find the interview location herself. "Yes, my name is Kat. I was told to come for 10 and meet a Mr King."

As she spoke, the man came even closer to her, blocking her in at the desk behind her.

"You're a bit early, but as you can see, we are missing our receptionist, so I'll take you to him myself now." He pointed to the empty desk behind Kat, letting his hand brush her shoulder on the way down.

Kat had been praised all her life for her looks, but no one had ever said she was smart. This man's lustful eyes and wandering hands left no fear in her at all. On the contrary, this man's touch made her feel as if this was going to be a welcoming job with lots of friendly people. Yet the man's eyes told a very different story as he caged her in, his eyes taking in the beautiful bust in front of him.

Leaning into her a tiny bit more just to feel her chest against his before he backed up, he pointed her toward the glass wall. "The big man's office is at the end of the hall. If you get this job, you'll be happy to learn the whole office is one long hallway with desks on either side, and our main meeting room is right beside the boss's office, which is where you'll be having your interview." As he talked, he pointed to the end of the short hallway where two closed doors were.

The man made Kat walk in front of him so that all the other men working there got a good look at the sexy new candidate for the available job. Unlike the gullible, naive Kat, all the men knew what this "reception" position was really going to be like. Looking at the long-legged, big-titted bimbo walking down the hallway, everyone's smiles grew, getting excited for their chance to see more of this woman soon.

As she approached the door, she went to step to the side so that the man in the blue suit could open it for her, but instead, he crowded her against the door, purposely pushing his semi into her back as he leaned down to unlock it and push it open. Sweet, dumb Kat simply assumed the hard pressure she felt against her was his phone and smiled up at the man when he opened the door.

"Feel free to take a seat on the couch over there and just wait until the boss comes."

Before she could say anything, she felt a big hand reach down, give her ass a big slap, and push her through the door, closing it behind her. Feeling her face heat up at the rough behaviour, she excused it, simplifying it in her own head as boys being boys. She had seen boys hitting each other's butts during sports before, and growing up, she had many, many boys chase her to lift her skirt and smack her ass, laughing as they ran away. Never having had to work before, the naive girl simply assumed it must be how boys were in the workplace, as she had noticed walking down the hall that there were only men employed on the floor.

Kat sat nervously staring out the wide windows of the meeting room. Yet, little did she know, her real interview was already done when she walked into the room. There was no need for a receptionist in this office; all the salesmen took their own calls and greeted their own clients. The real position was being referred to by the men as the "new office slut," and the only requirements were being as hot as hell and as dumb as possible. Walking through the office in that skanky outfit and letting the CFO smack her ass were all the team needed to know for her to be hired on the spot. But the boss was still going to have his fun--interviewing the sluts was one of his favourite parts of his job.