Ann Marshall strolled into the employment office and took a seat with the other applicants. The atmosphere appeared gloomy as sad and depressed looking people awaited their turn to be interviewed. She tried to look cheerful, hoping it would make her standout among the others, giving her a better chance to get a job. One by one, they took their turns with the interviewers. Some departed happy, successful in their attempt to gain employment, while others left, dejected. Finally it was her turn.

"Good morning," greeted a grey-haired old man, wearing small, wire-framed eyeglasses and a grey flannel suit.

"Good morning," said Ann with a smile, following him into a private office. She sat down in the empty chair alongside his desk and crossed her legs. She wore a revealing, low-necked dress and high-heeled shoes which gave her a striking, sexy appearance.

"What type of job were you seeking Miss Marshall?" he asked as he looked over her application.

"I'll take whatever is available. I don't have any experience, but I learn fast," she said. She noticed his eyes traveling up her legs, and she deliberately shifted her position in the chair in order to give him a better view of her lovely thighs. "I'm sure you must have something available." She took a deep breath, thrusting her tits out further.