"But I'd get fired if I hired you!" The frustrated personnel director restrained himself from banging on the desk. "I'd get fired if I hired people we don't need! Good God, I might as well go out and hire a journeyman plumber. We don't need one of those either!"

And then, for the umpteenth time during the fifteen minute interview, Phil Heinz snuck a peek at Becky's big tits.

Of course, this was to be expected. Becky had gotten so used to having her tits ogled. She usually didn't think of it twice. But Mr. Heinz was sneaking a lot more peeks than most men did, and Becky had noticed how red his face had gotten the first time he'd seen how big her tits were.

"Mr. Heinz, do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Becky asked suddenly.

"I don't see why I should," Heinz sighed. "If I did mind, you'd only ask anyway."

"Me you prejudiced against me because my tits are so big?"

Heinz just stared at her. Becky stood up. Calmly she walked around to his side of the desk, standing over him. Heinz turned his swivel chair to face her.

Sure enough, he had something real big and stiff bulging in his crotch.

"Now, I-I don't think…" But Heinz had obviously been affected by the question. "I don't think that's a proper…"

"'Cause if you are, why don't you just tell me so? Believe me, Mr. Heinz, I'm used to it. A whole lot of men and women out there think that just 'cause a girl's got really big tits, she must be really stupid. Way too stupid to hire as a secretary, anyway. Isn't that right? Isn't that kind of what you think?"

Heinz just stared at her, his cheeks turning different shades of pink. Becky realized how angry she felt, how frustrated with everything that had happened to her ever since she'd caught Mitch and Diane together.

And how horny she felt too! Why, now that she wasn't engaged to Mitch anymore, she could darn well do anything! Including wrapping a horny egghead like Phil Heinz around her little finger to get him to hire her.