"Mr. Kramer, look at me."

Kramer did look up, apparently surprised by this novel tack. Cheryl rose and carefully positioned herself in front of his desk, gripping its edges and leaning forward in a way that made her frilly dress top gap open as far as possible, showing off her big tits.

"Mr. Kramer, I need a secretarial job. I mean, I know my problems aren't important to you or anything, but I've got a lot riding on this. I know you could help me at least get an interview if you'd put your thinking cap on. Honest, Mr. Kramer, I'll just do anything if you'll help me out. I mean it! Absolutely anything!"

The tall, handsome man made a choking sound, trying not to stare at Cheryl's deep cleavage.

"Young lady, I admire your persistence, but I'm terribly sorry…"

"Mr. Kramer, do you mind if I ask you kind of a personal question?" Cheryl interrupted.

"What is it now?"

"How come you keep staring at my tits?"

Mr. Kramer's mouth dropped open. Cheryl slid around to his side of the desk, standing close beside him, her mammoth tits heaving in her tight, clinging dress top.

"Well, I… I… er…"

"I already know I've got a couple of really big ones, Mr. Kramer. And I sure hope that me having giant titties isn't the reason you're not helping me out. I mean, some people can't help thinking that a girl with really huge breasts doesn't have any brains. You're not like that, are you?"

"N-no, Cheryl, I'm…"

"Then how come you keep staring at 'em so much? Do you wanna see 'em, Mr. Kramer? I mean, I don't mind taking off my dress and letting you look at my big tits, if you want. Maybe that'll help you take your mind off of 'em afterward, so you can get serious about helping me find a job!"

Kramer just gaped at her, unable to believe his eyes and ears.

Cheryl swiftly reached behind her back, unzipping the dress and letting it slide from her slim hips to the floor. She stepped out of it and her high heels at the same time.