The Lobby

I walked into the lobby uncomfortably, dressed in an old suit I marched to the front desk.

I bought the suit a few years ago for a wedding and had no occasion to wear it since. This morning, however, when I put it on just five minutes before I had to leave for the interview, I noticed it was much smaller on me than I'd remembered it being. It was a simple pair, of grey trousers, a white shirt and an accompanying grey suit jacket. This was the only suit I owned and the only appropriate clothing I had for an interview at such a prestigious company. I had just about slid into my trousers when I felt the fabric of my boxers scrunching up around my waist, the trousers were literally too tight to have any underwear on without a very obvious bulging ring of fabric bunched up around my waist. I took both articles of clothing off and then donned the trousers commando. They were tight all over but I felt it especially in the crotch, In order to zip up the front I had to push my penis to the side and slightly into a trouser leg. The shirt and jacket were tight too but with enough persuading and adjusting they looked fine on me. I tried to slide my mobile phone and keys into my trouser pockets but they just wouldn't fit, I then tried to put them in my jacket, but as with many cheap suits, the pockets were fake, added to the fabric just for looks. I opted for a small brown leather briefcase to carry my personal items in, If I couldn't carry them on me, I'd carry them with me.

As I continued through the lobby I attracted a few stares from several attractive women that worked there. It was a women's fashion company that specialised in lingerie after all, so the majority of staff were female, I'd been told over a preliminary phone interview that If I were to get the job I'd be one of the only men working in the whole building.