Leave it

Feeling like she had no other option, Vanessa decides to leave it. She would rather have cleavage than risk taking someone’s eye out with a popped button. Finishing up, she puts on some long black pants that are a little small around her butt, really emphasizing her curves. Looking at herself in the mirror, Vanessa felt like a total slut. Even with the top unbuttoned, her breasts looked like they were going to pop out of her shirt at any moment. With no other option, she makes her way to her car and heads to the convention center.

After a short drive, Vanessa found herself entering the parking lot of the convention center, in awe of tue structure. While certainly not the biggest convention center out there, the structure was still bigger than any convention center she had seen. Vanessa did her best to hype herself up for the interview, trying to look confident as she entered the building.

It didn’t take long for Vanessa to see men and women staring at her breasts, her face growing red from the attention. Trying not to notice, Vanessa made her way up to the front desk.

“Hello, I’m here for an interview. My name is Vanessa.” She said meekly, try not to put on too much of a show.

“Yes, we were expecting you.” Said the man behind the counter. “Please, follow me this way so we can conduct your interview.” He said leading the way.

Walking behind him, Vanessa did her best to gage the person in front of her. He was above average height, but not by much. He had a lean build, pale skin, and bright orange hair, and couldn’t be old that his mid twenties. Lost in thought, Vanessa wasn’t prepared when he suddenly stopped, bumping into his back, causing her breasts to press into him.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. I wasn’t paying attention.” Vanessa blurted out, making sure the man was okay.

“It’s okay, it was an honest mistake.” He said looking back at her. Vanessa caught his eyes darting down towards her breasts before returning to her face. “This is where we will conduct the interview. Please take a seat.”

The room was a small office with a desk in the middle, flanked by a chair on each side. Squeezing into the room, Vanessa took a seat across from the man.

“I don’t think I introduced myself yet, but I am Max.” He said, extending his hand out. “It is a pleasure to meet you Vanessa.”

“Likewise.” She said, shaking his hand.

“I’m going to level with you Vanessa.” Max said, moving some papers on his desk. “This interview is really more of a formality. As I’m sure you could’ve guessed based on our quick response, we are in **** need of employees. We are in no place to be picky about who we hire. If it isn’t obvious what I am saying, I would like to offer you the position. What do you say?”

“I accept!” Vanessa said, shocked how easily this went.

“Perfect. Now to get to what you will be doing here.” He said, relieved to have hired someone. “You will basically be doing whatever position the customer needs filled. This can be simply helping with set up, manning a merch stand, catering, and the like, but it is not limited to that. We host a wide variety of events here, and different events have different needs. By working here, you agree to fulfill any role requested of you. Failure to comply with this will result in immediate termination. Does that all sound good to you?”

“Yeah, that is fine with me.” Vanessa replied, unsure of why he was making such a big deal over it. It isn’t like it is uncommon for employers to be open ended with their job requirements.

“Perfect!” Max said, a big smile on his face. “All that is left is for you to sign here, and then we can get your portrait taken.”

Signing the contract, it took Vanessa a minute to register what he just said. “What do you mean portrait?” She ask.

“Oh, we need a portrait of you to put in your file. We send these files to events before the day so they can assign jobs to the most suitable for the job.” He said matter of factly. “Is that a problem?”

“No, no, it’s fine.” Vanessa responded, trying to hide her embarrassment. Of course the day she looks like some busty bimbo is the day she needs her photo taken.

“Well, if you’re ready, please just look here.” He says, gesturing to a camera lens. Vanessa had no idea that it had been there the whole time. “And, smile!”

Vanessa does her best to smile for the photo, acutely aware of how her shirt was near bursting with her breasts barely contained. With a flash, the photo was taken, and Vanessa was immediately able to see the result, much to her horror. The bright flash, in combination with her shirt being stretched thin, meant that you could easily see her bra through her shirt.

“And there we have it.” Max said, glancing at the picture. “I will set your file up right away. Welcome to the team.” He gives her a pat on the shoulder, shaking her out of her trance. “I will send you an email in the next couple days to inform you of what event we are hosting. Until then.” He says, guiding Vanessa out of his office before closing the door behind her.

Vanessa made her way as quickly as possible out of the center and to her car. She should be happy that she got the job, but all she could think about was how that photo of her was going to be sent to all manner of people. Taking deep breaths to try and calm down, the inevitable happened. In an instant, a loud snap reverberated throughout the car. At that moment, Vanessa felt her breasts decompress, pushing forward with enough **** to honk the horn of her car. In a panic, Vanessa looked around and saw many people looking at her car, some were even beginning to walk over to check on her. Unable to handle any more embarrassment, Vanessa started her car and quickly raced away. Making it home, she ran quickly inside. The fast movement causing one of her breasts to bounce free of her bra, the sudden shift in weight causing her to stumble. She didn’t even look to see if anyone saw her mishap, just slamming the door behind her. Running to her room, she didn’t even try to fix herself. She just fell into her bed, hiding her face in her pillow. She felt so humiliated from everything. All she could do to keep from crying was repeat. “At least I got the job.” Over and over until she eventually fell asleep.