Not if Faith can help it, to Mel's chagrin

"But anyway, around lunch time we stopped for a quick ham and cheese, but you should have seen Scott when I started playing footsie with his dick. I wasn't any more dressed than I was at the beginning. How fast do you think a man can slam down a sandwich? I'll give you a hint." Melissa made two "gow" noises to indicate eating with what certainly came with a physical gesture.

"You do these visual gestures because you know I can see you, right?" Faith said, with trademark sarcasm. She watched the big titted woman giggle as she deepthroated an imaginary sandwich, gulping down the last 'bite.' "And keep your voice down, who knows who's listening. She looked around at the office, her unobstructed view let her see the rest of the cube farm. They were lucky to have their own space tucked away, a little island with their desks shoved up together. It meant less privacy, but more room to chat. She had been placed here when she was new to the company, and figured that every newby got paired with the boss's wife for a long term orientation. But since they hit it off she had guessed that Mel asked Scott to let her stay. Other people have come and gone and gotten put with them, but didn't last that long before they found their way into a cube.

"You'd better be working while I'm talking, Fay," Melissa said. She put on a scowl that Faith thought was only half fake. "I know you have a presentation on Victoria's Secret's sales model for our bras."

"Yeah, sure, because they're gonna pick us up," Faith said. Neilsen's Textiles was trying to expand markets into lingerie, which seemed pretty unlikely to succeed. It was a pretty saturated market. Faith thought they should stick to outerwear, but she had been assigned to deal with the VS spokespeople, so that's what she was going to do. "Our only chance is if we do the marketing work for them. You know, really make the job easy on them," she said, leaning back and "thinking" about the problem rather than writing her presentation. Thinking counts as work, right? "That lingerie you're wearing is some of ours, right? I haven't seen the actual products in more than just photos, but our stuff is actually sexy enough to end up in VS?" She wishes she could see what Mel was wearing, but she tended to cover up at work (not that Faith had seen her much out of work). Today was a full blue dress that covered her from neck to toe. It was cute, in a spring kind of way with little polka dots in a pattern across it. Her hair was up and stylish. Over all it was conservative, but pretty. Her makeup was done the same way. Very understated, neutral colors.

"Yeah, of course," Mel says, reassuringly.

"Hey, I've got an idea," Faith says. She did have an idea, but dismissed it as legitimate, only to rethink it as a way to tease her friend. She put on the most genuine grin that she could. "You could be my model for the presentation. No one will care what I have to say with you baring all."

Her friend immediately blushed. "You do know we hire models, right? If you wanted to get one in for the presentation, you should have a while ago. Besides..." she trailed off, motioning toward her figure.

"Oh c'mon, I bet you've basically got a pornstar's body under there, don't you? Like, you've got to be hotter than any of them, right? Your tits are already enough to put one of Victoria's models to shame."